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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

(Not my gif)

Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school.

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

Word Count: 2.6k

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She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

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“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.” Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

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She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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I Only Swim Free: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: Broken Heart, Depression, But it gets fluffier when you read more into this chapter, ends in SMUT

A/N: This chapter about to get SPICY

“Busted and Blue” - Gorillaz

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Word got out [rather quickly] that Bela’s now ex-boyfriend had been cheating on her. Since Bela went to look for you during the fraternity house party.. It was also because of how he was seeing you and her always so in close proximity to each other. Although he feels guilty for what he’s done, he’s been trying to reach back out to Bela to tell her how sorry he is and that he’ll be a better guy for her.

Lousy excuse really..

“To be honest I’ve heard lousier excuses from my own past exes,” You sigh, looking down at your textbook, writing down some notes for a class you missed because Bela didn’t want to be left alone, even if it was in your own apartment

“I was right about him,” Daniela called it

“What do you want a cookie?” Cassandra jokingly asks

“Yes,” Daniela says, giving her sister the ‘puppy dog eyes’

“Go nuts,” You say, pulling out a cookie you bought from the student center

Daniela happily takes the cookie and immediately bites into it.

“You have to unwrap the plastic first dumbass,” Cassandra sighs, deciding to go up into her room

You took Bela back to her house however, she immediately locks herself in her room. Her mother or her sisters check on her, despite her wanting your company the most. You had been trying to focus on your school work but at the same time trying to be there for Bela as much as you could was already a clashing combo to work with. Luckily, your teammates and her two sisters had been there for her too when you weren’t able to.

“Hey thanks Dani for offering to look after her tonight, I owe you one,” You sigh

“No worries, I knew her boyfriend was nothing but trouble,” She sighs, “But-but you- she’s taken a real liking to you though.”

Well, we did kiss in her car after that one fraternity house party she dragged me to, she continuously stays at my place. Not that I’m complaining though..

“Really?” You ask, slightly blushing, “Well, I wouldn’t want that on our minds right now. Thanks again!”

You heard that Dean Dimitrescu had been close to going at his throat for hurting her daughter. However, she also knew it would look bad on her part; taking her personal anger out on a student was not the best idea.

“I’m angered just as you are Dean,” You sigh, scribbling into your notebook, breaking the lead in the mechanical pencil

Scribbling into your notebook was one way you were able to take out your frustrations.

“We trusted him,” She growls, pacing in her kitchen, “But, I do highly appreciate you being there for my daughter, is there anything I can do to repay you my dear?”

“Nope,” You sigh, “I don’t want to be given one of those special treatments, even if I am helping one of your daughters.”

I would want you to accept me as Bela’s new Lover. Please and Thank you Dean...

“Well, you’re welcome here,” She slightly smiles, “And please, when it’s after classes, you may refer to me as Ma’am, My Lady or Alcina. Alcina is my first name.”

Very fitting for an elegant lady such as yourself Ma’am.

“Yes Ma’am,” You say, “I’m going to get dinner, Do you and your daughters want anything?”

“I’m sure my girls will text you, I will make due with what we have in this fridge my dear. Thank you for the offer,” Alcina smiles

She tips her hat as you make her leave. You casually salute three fingers to her as you were about to do the same hat tip, just minus the hat. You send out a text in the Dimi-Daughters groupchat Daniela had made for the four of you. Almost immediately Bela and Daniela text you with whatever food they wanted, Cassandra being the last one.

As soon as you and Bela show up to practice the next day, you were excused from classes as Donna had given the email out to all professors regarding State Finals, Donna has you all gathered at the poolside.

“I have the results of the semi finals roster,” She announces, “And... We are going to the State Final championship!”

You and your team cheer and congratulate each other.

“Okay okay girls calm down,” Donna calms her children, “This doesn’t mean we won’t win, so tonight we will prepare for it, this Saturday.”

In an instant all of the girls began giving their all into swim practice. You on the other hand, were just going through the motions. Not sure how to handle the sudden pressure.

“Didn’t I tell you that we all pull through this together or we lose?” Donna asks, coming up to you

“Yes coach,” You say, sighing

“You’re going to do fine, an excellent rookie like yourself should be proud you get to do this your first year,” She smiles

“True,” You sigh, beginning to shake off your nerves

“Now get your ass into the water y/l/n!” Donna yells encouragingly

After coach’s announcement you finally took a shower after skipping them to beeline it to your apartment for Bela. You turn around once you hear the shower curtain open behind you. you wipe your eyes and see Bela stepping into the shower with you.

“Hey you,” You smile, giving her a hug

“Hey yourself,” She smiles, putting her arms on your shoulders, “Quite the show at practice today..”

“Says you, even after what happened you still managed to get your shit together and nail practice,” You smile

You snake your hands on her hips as the both of you begin washing each other from the chlorine gathered from today’s practice. Even after giving each other a shower, the both of you just settled in each others’ embrace as the hot shower began wasting away.

“You remember when we first met in the locker room?” Bela asks, slipping on the hoodie you gave her

“How could I forget?” You smile, slipping on some shorts

“You were looking at my ass through the mirror weren’t you?” Bela asks, smirking

You almost drop your brush as your chees go red and begin heating up. You slightly look up from the mirror and see her slowly walking towards you. Like a predator stalking its prey.

“Did you... Enjoy it?” Bela flirts, turning you around and pushing you against the sink

“Well-I-uhmmm-ummm,” You stutter, trying to find the words

“You did didn’t you?” She smirks, putting her hands on your stomach

You felt yourself tense up when her palms touched your bare skin. You could feel them slowly running up your stomach and begin feeling the tips of her fingers go under your sports bra.

“Bela! Y/n! Hurry it up I’m going to lock the swimming area soon!” Calls Donna from the entrance to the locker room

The both of you snicker as Bela drags her fingers away from your bare skin; you almost growl when her hands moved away from your skin. Bela practically moved into your place when she got the news. Thankfully her exes fraternity brothers kicked removed him from the fraternity house and helped her with her things when she decided to live with you.

You and Bela had finally settled a day where you’d take her out to her favorite restaurant, as a make-up for not being able to see her very often.

“Yeah, midterms are such a pain,” You sigh into your phone, “But, I’ll make sure you get tomorrow night with me okay?”

Bela decided to stay with her family for the next couple days as she’s been cooped up in your place for so long, not that she was complaining, she missed being around her family.

“Thanks for the ride y/n,” Bela sighs in relief, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” You blush, “Hey, we’ll see each other at practice later okay?”

“Yeah,” She sighs, “I gotta go, mother is calling for me. I love you.”

“Love you too,” You smile through the phone

Wait... She added I into the “love you”....

You didn’t say it back, no matter, you’d tell her how you’d feel about her tomorrow night. Even though you haven’t been able to see her, the both of you were able to be on the phone with each other every night before the both of you would go to bed before your classes in the morning. State finals were upon the swim team before finals. So you’ve also been working your butt off for the missed time you’ve had to sit out because of your calf injury from the first meet.

“Hey you,” Bela smiles as she picks up the phone

“Hey,” you smile, “How you been?”

“Doing a lot better,” Bela smiles, “If you hadn’t hooked me up for that one therapy session, I would have still been sulking.”

“I wouldn’t want that happening to you,” You sigh, “Hey, it’d be better off if you stay at home for tonight. Have an exam tomorrow morning and I have. To. Study!”

“Okay,” Bela sighs, slightly pouting

“Hey,” You say, gently, “We still have dinner tomorrow night. No pouting until before then. Okay?”

She sighs, but shakes it off, “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next evening, You and Bela settled that you would be driving. Once you reach the Dimitrescu estate, you decide to get out of your car and walk up to the front door and knock on it. Cassandra is the one to greet you.

“Bela’s finishing up y/n,” She says, “Nice getup by the way.”

“Thanks Cass,” You sigh, adjusting your shirt

You wait around awkwardly but you see Dean Dimitrescu sipping on wine in the kitchen.

“Will you do me one big favor y/n?” She calls from the kitchen

“Of course My lady,” You say, turning to her

“Prove to me on why you’re worthy of my daughter,” She says calmly

“Yes ma’am,” You smile

“Mother I’ll be fine,” Bela calls from the stairs

You look up and your eyes widen. Bela is wearing a wine red lace dress; the lace drapes behind her legs. You were a sucker for lace. You were a sucker for Bela Dimitrescu. Seeing Bela Dimitrescu IN lace is a whole show.

“Wow...” you say breathlessly as she takes your hand in hers

“Don’t have too much fun now lovebirds,” Daniela teases the both of you

“Shut your mouth Dani,” Bela sighs as she drags you out the door

“Your family is something Bels,” You smile

You open the passenger seat for Bela and she smiles at you as she gets in. Just as you shut her door, you were going to open yours when you see Bela reaching over to open the door for you as best as she could.

“Why thank you my lady,” You smile, getting into your driver’s seat

As you pull into the restaurant that Bela had made reservations for, you’re again in awe.

“Are you sure you’re fine with paying?” You ask

“You’ve done enough for me. Both taking care of me when I was heartbroken, setting me up for therapy, teaching me freestyle.. The lost goes on,” Bela smiles, “It’s my turn to treat you.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Bela takes your arm as the both of you walk into the restaurant and basically see class. Something you don’t have however, you managed to find your ‘go-to’ nice outfit and a suit jacket at a nearby thrift store.

“Did I tell you how fine you look?” Bela whispers right into your ear

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine as she asks you.

“No,” You finally say, “Did I tell you though that you look absolutely beautiful?”

Bela blushes as she leads you to a two-person table away from the rest of the patrons.

“Mother made arrangements for us so no need to worry about money,” Bela smirks as she sips water from a fancy glass, “I can easily tell you’ve never been in a fancy restaurant before.”

“Parents could never afford it,” You say, “So, it was the cheap diners. But hey, nothing wrong with diner food every now and then.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Bela adds

After the restaurant date, the both of you reach your apartment by midnight and you allow Bela to enter your apartment first. However, just as you closed the door, she turns to you.

“What is it?” You ask her

She says nothing as she walks up to you and cups your face in her hands. She doesn’t crash her lips onto yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you so chose to. However, your lips gently mold right onto Bela’s. She lets out a high-pitched gasp as you bring her body closer to your, both of your forms fitting perfectly against each other like puzzle pieces. Your hands trail upward to find the zipper to her dress and slowly remove it, teasing her. She helps you slip her out of the dress. She turns her body towards you, revealing a black lace lingerie set.

“Oh? So you’re wearing these for me? Was this all apart of your little plan Bela Dimitrescu?” You ask, slowly walking towards her

“Whatever do you mean,” She bites back

“You know what I mean,” You coil your arm around her waist, “Any pretty kitty like yourself should be punished for tempting me.”

In one quick motion you pick her up into your arms and place her onto your bed as you settle your hips between her thighs. You dip your head down and begin kissing her along the crook of her neck. You smirk in her neck when you hear her let out a small whimper as the tip of your tongue ran gently along her neckline.

“Hmmm sweet music,” You whisper

You lift her up for her to straddle her in your lap. You give her another kiss on the lips before laying gentle kisses along her breasts. Bela guides one of your hands to cup one of her breasts and you oblige. However, your thumb rolls over her nipple, making it hard. You hear Bela let out a strangled moan. Strangled; your mouth was latched onto her throat.

“More,” Bela breathes out

You reach around her back and with a flick of your fingers, her bra unlatches. She lets it fall off her arms and she discards it somewhere onto the floor.

“What-what do you think?” She asks, blushing

She tries to hide her flushes cheeks and turns her head away from you. You gently run your fingers along her cheek to have her look at you.

“I think, you are so fucking beautiful my love,” You say

Bela sees the moonlight reflection coming off your eyes and she drops her head down for her lips to meet yours. The kiss was at first soft and gentle however, once you gained yourself, you began losing your self control and turned the kiss to be more intense. Bela lets out a muffled gasp as she felt the pillow at the back of her head. You pull yourself away for a moment to strip off your shirt. Bela knew you were fit because of swimming. She never thought she’d be getting up close and personal with you.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper against her ear

You kiss and lick your way down until you stopped above her bare chest. You look up at her with pleading eyes.

‘let me’ your eyes pleaded

She runs her fingers through your hair and pushes your face into her breast. You leech onto her nipple and gently make circles around it. She arches her back, forcing your tongue to gently lick the tip of her nipple.

“Y/n!” She gasps

While you run the flat surface of your tongue along the surface of her nipple. Your hand snakes up to her other breast and you squeeze it. Then, gently squeeze her nipple.

“Ah!” She screams

Your mouth switches onto the other breast to give the same gentle treatment.

“Y/n...” She says breathlessly

Your fingers trace her curves as you continue your exploration of her body down to her dripping hot center.

“Are you already wet for me?” You ask, once you arrive to her panties

She nods, “You already made me excited...”

You lowly chuckle as your fingers hook around the thin lining of her panties, lifting them. She lifts her hips to help you fully remove them from her body. You, again discard them somewhere onto the floor. Your hands gently run along her thighs to hoist them over your shoulders.

“Hmm, so you were,” You smile

Bela felt you gently breathing against her wet, dripping center, making her squirm a little bit.

“If you’re just going to keep teasing me ju-”

You drag your tongue along her pulsating lips and you insert your tongue into her, making her let out many small whimpers. Her fingers run along into your hair and you feel her pulling against you. She bucks her hips to feel more of your tongue. Your arm reaches around her hip and you press your palm down, keeping her from moving her hips along with your tongue.

“Babyyyyy I need more,” She whines

You pull your tongue out from inside her and give a small kiss on her clit before crawling up to meet her face. You give her a long, lingering kiss for her to taste herself on you.

“You’ll get more kitten you need to be patient,” You chuckle, “But, damn you taste so good.”

“Give it to me now,” She growls

You hook her leg over your shoulder, so that your arm is under her thigh.

“What-what are you- AH!” Bela chokes

She felt your finger insert itself into her.

“How does that feel baby?” You ask, looking down at her

“It feels so good,” Bela moans

“Good girl,” You coo

You slide your finger in and out of her slowly, hearing her let out little breathless whimpers was music to your ears. You stop for one moment to add another finger when you slid them back in. Bela again arches her back to feel more of your fingers. Your pace began going faster and faster.

“Y/n... I’m-I’m gonna-”

Before you let Bela climax, you force your fingers out of her and hook both of her legs around your hips. You jerk your hips forward to feel her wetness against yours. You let out a growl whilst she lets out a small whimper. You lean down towards her face as you continue grinding on her.

“Oh god baby,” You growl, picking up your grinding pace

Bela swings her arm around your shoulder and the other around your hips and begins clawing at your back.

“I’m so close y/n,” She whispers in your ear, “Faster.”

You let out frustrated grunts as you stop for a moment.

“Why-why did you s-stop?” She asks, panting

“I want to look at you,” You smile

However, you don’t really give Bela time to process anything before you jerk your hips again, making her lean her head back into the pillow.

“Together-together y/n,” Bela requests, “I want to cum with you..”

You smirks as you could feel yourself reaching your climax as well. You cup her face into your hands as you begin letting out pants and slight whimpers.

“Bela...” You whisper her name into her ear, breathlessly

You could feel her nails sink deeper into your back. You didn’t really feel any pain towards her nails. You only felt her clit against yours.

“Bela... Bela... Bela!” You growl as you come undone

Bela holds onto you for dear life as the both of you slowly come down from your high. Everything was blurry in your vision however, Bela was clear as day. You smile as you lean down to kiss her. Once morning hit, you rub your eyes however, Bela’s arm drags your arm back down across her bare waist.

“Morning baby,” You smile, kissing the back of her head

She stretches her arms as she turns her body so that she’s facing you, “Morning.”

She gives you a good morning kiss and lays in your embrace.

“Hmmm,” Bela hums

“What?” You ask

“Are you sure you haven’t had sex with a woman?” She asks, smiling

“I’m sure love,” You say, “Why?”

“Those fingers... That tongue of yours.. Worked.. Wonders.. On me,” She says, seductively

Your cheeks flush a faint red as she laughs with a low tone. You let go of her and pull the covers over your head in an attempt to prevent her from seeing you blushing however, she follows you under the covers.

“Oh? Is my girlfriend blushing now?” She smirks

“Enough already,” You groan, pulling the sheets to separate the both of you

Bela yanks on the covers and lets out an enticing giggle as she gets up to straddle you. You sit up to snake your arms around her bare midsection.

“Iubita mea,” Bela says

“Hmmm is that.. Romanian?” You ask, blushing while smiling at the same time

“Maybe,” She teases as she drops her head down to kiss you again

It was an early Saturday morning and you weren’t up for it. But, Bela agreed to drive the both of you there.

“You excited?” Bela asks

“As excited as I’ll ever be,” You sigh, “I just hope there’s no last minute events...”

“Coach gave us the whole events roster,” Bela explains, “Rest assured those are the events that are in there, we’ll be doing.”

You smile in relief, “Good, because I think I would permanently damage my calf if I ever did another 1500 meter freestyle event...”

“You’ll be fine,” Bela reassures you

The Arena was a little ways out of hometown but nothing surprising for State Finals. Your team gets there about the same time you do, and follow whomever your guide was for the day. She shows you to the locker rooms, where all of you get changed into your uniform swimsuits and make any last second preparations for the final meet of the season.

“Dimitresu University Women’s swim and dive, you ready?” Your guide comes back into the locker room

Chapter 6

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela is my wife #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #female reader

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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@fuckim-so-gay

“How do I look?” X Thomas

Thomas had less then ten minutes left before going on stage and to say he was panicking was an understatement.

With fresh tears running down his face, ruining his makeup once more, he walked anxiously around the room.

Today was supposed to be a good day. He was going to bring his girlfriend to one of the band’s gigs, then take her to dinner and perhaps get lucky later on… but all that changed when he arrived to her place to pick her up. Noticing a mysterious car in the driveway, he couldn’t help but think about hundreds of different things that could have happened.

Wearily opening the door and peaking his head through, he saw his girlfriend’s dress thrown on the floor, together with some dude’s shirt.

His blood started boiling as he angrily stomped up the stairs, heading straight for her room.

Almost busting the door down, he saw the two of them cuddled in her bed.

“Cazzo, go fuck yourself!” He muttered in a disgusted tone, as his girlfriend’s eyes widened and she quickly tried to get out of bed.

“Thomas! Wait please!” She screamed after him, but he had already made his way to the car, shutting the door forcefully and leaving.

The memories all struck him once more as he found himself crouched in the corner of a dressing room, as the others looked for him in a frenzy.

He had hundreds of missed calls and messages on his phone, none of which he was interested in answering.

Suddenly, he heard a soft nock on the door, and did his best to wipe away the tears.

“Thomas, amore, every-“ y/n’s eyes widened seeing him in such a condition. She almost ran to him and enveloped him in the warmest hug.

“Vafanculo, Amore, what happened?” She asked him, voice full of concern, as she pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

Thomas’s lip started to tremble as he hid his head in the crook of y/n’s neck.

He started weeping again and holding her tightly, praying it would make him disappear.

“She cheated on me!” He let out in between sobs, Y/n’s heart breaking the moment he said that.

“Oh that bitch. She wasn’t any good anyway. I heard you two. I thought I had lost my hearing.”

Thomas snorted at her comment, smiling reluctantly, before leaning down against the wall and taking a seat on the cluttered floor.

“You might think I’m joking but I’m actually serious.” Y/n deadpanned, making him burst out laughing.

“Here’s my proposal amore, we get you dressed, only to have you take off half of your clothes on stage, you put on a bomb ass show like you always do, and then we go to egg her car and house.” Y/n had a shit-eating grin on her face as she said that.

Thomas rolled his red, puffy eyes and looked at her, before sending an angelic smile her way, despite feeling crushed.

“Okay. So the rest of the band is wearing black and mesh and garters and makeup and…” Y/n rambled on, getting lost in all the details while she wandered around the room, picking up a thing or two.

Thomas couldn’t help but stare at her. Her soft, beautiful body bending and turning as she fumbled around maniacally. She always wore a silver necklace around her neck, with angel wings.

He was with her when they bought it. They were walking around the streets of Rome on a mild, spring day. Y/n had noticed a small boutique next to a pizza shop, and suggested taking a look at what they sold. The second she was inside, the necklace caught her eye as if it were magic, and she immediately bought it. While they were returning home, she explained to him that her greatest dream was to fly ,and see the stars up close. Thomas couldn’t help but fell enamored at her confession, but he pushed any and all feelings away, not wanting to ruin their friendship.

“THOMAS!” He jolted as he felt her shake him, bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Oh good you’re here. Black or nude?” She asked, holding two lipsticks in her hands.

He shrugged and leaned his head backwards, closing his eyes.

Slap.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed out, holding his burning cheek in his hand.

“Answer me.”

“You chaotic little bitch. I don’t know! Which one looks better?” He retorted, annoyed at the measures she was taking.

“Ugh you’re not helping! Everything looks amazing on you!” She immediately turned red once she realized what she had said, and quickly turned away to go look for something in the corner of the room.

“Oh really? I didn’t know that’s how you felt.” He called out to her, a cheeky smile on his face.

“TWO MINUTES!!” An angry, irritated voice shouted from the hallway.

“Cazzo!” They both muttered in unison. Y/n did a quick work of his makeup and dragged him in front of a mirror.

Thomas examined himself, looking thoroughly pleased with the outfit, before meeting her gaze in the reflection.

“How do I look?” He asked, full of vulnerability and honesty.

“Divine.” Y/n grinned while turning him around, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek and breaking apart.

“Now go break a leg, bambino.”

Author’s note: i know this was supposed to be with Vic, but, after noticing how little things I write with him my scabrous little heart broke and now ta da

(Also i have acquired a new-found obsession with him but haven’t we all.)

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo

#maneskin #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #damiano david #thomas raggi #måneskin #thomas x y/n #we all love thomas

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-New Addition To The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Kody: some fluffy Draco for the soul

Request: Some cute fluff of Draco Y/n toddler scorp and their new baby @futuremrsmalfoy20

House: N/A

Possible Triggers / Warnings: children, fluffy Draco, cursing

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(this story is going is not going to be long at all. Just something short and sweet)

today was the day you would bring your infant daughter home. You had been in the hospital for two days and were just about tired of the bright fluorescent lights and terrible food. You were standing outside the large wooden door that led you into your home with Draco and Themis in a baby carrier.

Draco had asked your mutual friend Pansy to watch Scorpius while he went to pick you up from the hospital despite her distaste towards children. Scorpius was her one exception and Themis as well. That’s why she was ‘Auntie Pans’ to Scorpius.

“Come on, let’s show Themis her home” Draco said from beside you, lifting the baby carrier up a bit so you could see Themis’s grey eyes. They were just like Draco’s. You nod once towards him and he smiles back at you. You reach for the handle and push the door open.

you are met with the sight of Pansy holding Scorpius in her arms staring back at you- but they weren’t the only ones there. Next to Pans was Theo and Blaise. “Welcome home Themis!” they all exclaimed in unison. You burst into a fit of laughter.

“I thought you two were busy?” you ask, referring to the couple Blaise and Theo. You had wanted them to meet Themis at the hospital, but they told you they had been behind in work that they needed to catch up on. “Surprise, we lied. Pansy planned for us all to be here on a certain day.” Blaise informs.

you nod once and turn your E/c eyes toward Pansy. She shrugs nonchalantly and walks over to you “Take this snot rocket” she says in mock disgust while handing you Scorpius who held his arms out wide as soon as he saw your face “Mommy!”

scooping him up in your arms, you turn your body towards Draco who was placing the baby carrier on the table so he could undo the buckle around Themis. “Daddy’s here too” you say and Scorpius giggles in response. He had yet to say the word dad, daddy, or any variation of that word.

Blaise, Theo, and Pansy both look over Draco’s shoulder “Finally, another girl around. We girls have been surrounded by testerone for years” Pansy comments. Draco shakes his head as he undoes the last buckle “Love you too Pans” he replies. She gives him a half smile.

“She looks like Y/n more then Draco” Theo points out, gesturing towards her face. Themis did indeed have more of your facial structure then her fathers, while Scorpius was a spitting image of your husband. “I thought they cloned Draco when i first saw Scorpius” Blaise adds, making Theo and Pansy snicker.

Draco rolls his eyes, lifting Themis from the baby carrier “I did not clone myself” he retorts. Pansy grins widely “Yeah guys. Scorpius is like bright and cheery and you were a little shit when you were a kid” You hold back laughter as you realize what’s coming next.

“Wait until my father hears about this!” all three of them say before going into laughing fits. Draco seemed unamused to say the least “I hate you all. Also Pansy you can’t curse around Scorpius, he repeats everything he hears. Pansy rolled her eyes “Everything, but Daddy huh?”

“ha ha ha. So comical, i’m putting Themis in her room” Draco held Themis’s head with his hand before leaving the room and down the hallway. All of you turned to follow Draco as well and into the nursery. Themis’s room was a mix of green, black, and white.

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a week later

you had almost forgotten how newborns love to wake you up in the middle of the night with crying and screaming. Wear protection kids. As you slept peacefully in your shared bed, you heard the wailing of your infant daughter. You shot up instantly.

Draco had his arm around you, so he was yanked up as well. Poor dude. “What the fuck- are you alright Y/n?!” he shouts, assuming the worst. You look at his worried expression. His platinum blond hair was a sticking out everywhere, making him look like a goof.

you held back a laugh “Sorry hun, Themis is crying i have to go check up on her-” as you spoke you then heard the crying of your other child Scorpius. Draco sighs with a small smile “I’ll check on Scorpius then, meet you back here?” he said, like you both were going on a mission. It was sweet.

you nod once. Draco slithers his hand behind your head to rest on the nape of your neck, pulling your face close to his. He leans in a kisses you sweetly. It only lasted a couple seconds, but you enjoyed it very much. “Alright” you say and both of you crawl out of bed.

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you walk out the bedroom door and turn to the left while Draco turns to the right. When you get closer you notice that the nursery door is open and you vividly remember closing it so the light from the hallway wouldn’t shine on Themis’s face and wake her up.

an uneasy feeling invaded your stomach as you approached the door. You push the rest of the door open and spot a strange sight. Scorpius was sitting in Themis’s crib holding her delicate head in his lap. They were both crying. What in the hell?

“Scorpius?” you say, nearing the crib. He looks up at you and points to Themis “Help” he cried out, making your heart tug. Who would want to see there baby cry- well both babies. You reach into the crib and lift Themis out. As soon as you grab her, you notice that the diaper she was wearing was full.

before you could even speak to Scorpius Draco comes busting into the room at full speed with his wand “I can’t find Scorpius! I looked around the house and every other room! I know that you told me that if i ever lost one of the kids you would leave me, but i don’t even know how to use that thing in the kitchen!”

you bought a dishwasher

slowly moving to the side, you reveal Scorpius in the crib. Draco’s face that once was distraught was now revealed “Oh thank merlin” he breathed out, practically sinking onto the floor. It was kind of amusing. “Are you okay?” you ask, walking over to the changing station that was in the corner.

he stood up slowly “My whole life flashed before my eyes” he spoke, making you snort out a chuckle at the dramatic way of speaking. You lay Themis down and began to remove her onesie. “And?” you question. “Please don’t leave me. I know i was a little shit back in school, but i like to think i’ve grown”

“You have. I’m not going to leave you, you goof now go console your son please” you say, turning you head to give him a side glance before going back to changing Themis. Draco nods and walks over to the crib “Hey little one” he said as he reached into the crib.

Scorpius held out his arms, grabbing onto Draco as soon as he picked him up “Now why were you in here Scorp?” Draco questions with a small pout. “I think he was trying to help Themis, but didn’t know how” you said, putting a new diaper onto Themis.

Draco smiled brightly, poking at Scorpius’s stomach playfully “I’m glad he’s already trying to help his sister like a good big brother” he praises. Scorpius’s frown turned into a bright smile and giggles cutely. Super adorable. “Just like you, super protective” you say, lifting Themis from the table.

Draco rolls his eyes “I’m not super protective” he snaps back. You raise a brow at what he just said “You punched Harry in the face when he was wiping dust off my robe” you say and watch as Draco begins to sputter “I thought he was grabbing your ass okay? what was is supposed to do?”

“Not punch him?”

“Well-” He closed his mouth, unable to come up with anything to say “Whatever” he mumbles. You smile and walk towards the loveseat in the corner of the room “Alright i need to feed her. Can you take Scorpius back to bed for me?” you ask.

Draco shrugged “It’s not like i haven’t seen those before” He said, referring to your breast. You narrow your eyes, something that scared Draco. “Okay okay. Scorpius say goodnight to mommy” he crouched down next you. Scorpius grabs your face with his tiny hands and kisses your cheek “Mwah!”

you chuckle at his super cute behaviour. He gives you a toothy grin “G’night mommy!” he speaks and your heart just melts “Goodnight Scorpius”

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the next morning

you awoke to the sound of children's laughter, which was pretty sweet to wake up to in hindsight. You sit up in your bed and turn to face Draco, but he wasn’t there. Strange sense it was a weekend and Draco was usual the one to sleep in on these days.

deciding to investigate you pull the black duvet off of your body and push yourself to sit up. As soon as your straightened your back you smelt something- delicious. You couldn’t decipher what, but it smells wonderful. So wonderful that your stomach began to rumble.

you throw your legs over the side of the bed. You stand up, the air nipping at your skin and causing goosebumps. You look around and spot your light grey hoodie you had gotten from Pansy and slip it over your sports bra and black and white flannel pants.

you let out a yawn as you walk across the cold hard wood floor that lined the hallway. it was definitely too early considering there were no signs of Narcissa. She usually stayed over on weekends to watch the kids so you and Draco could go do something together- but you both ended up just sleeping in.

children tire you out like that

as you made your way to the stairs the children's laughter got louder and closer. Was everybody downstairs? You start to walk down the steps, rubbing the tired feeling away from your eyes. Once you reach the last step you turn the corner to see a very- funny view.

Scorpius was sat in his booster seat munching on food while Themis was in her cradle, shaking around a toy hippogriff that Pansy had gotten her as a joke. You named it ‘Chicken’. It is just as funny as Scorpius’s stuffed white ferret that she also got him. His name is ‘Dray’

Pansy is a great aunt

After looking at that you see Draco at your kitchen stove frying up what looked like sausages. “Draco?” you spoke and watched your platinum blond husband almost trip over his own feet in shock. Once he turned around you noticed he was wearing a apron that had a floral pattern on it. It was Narcissa’s.

he musters up a smile as he leans against the counter, spatula in hand “Hey there darling. How did you sleep?” he asked and you shrug, smiling “Just fine- um, what’s all this?” you question, making your way around the table. He smiles and turns back to the pan.

“Breakfast” he states confidently. You look at the table and notice all the food, eggs, toast, jam, hash browns. It was impressive, but suspicious “Since when can you cook? You almost burnt the house down when i asked you to boil noodles”

he rolls his eyes as he plates the sausages on a plate “Mother has been coming over early to teach me so i could be a ‘proper husband’ as she says. Plus you cook for us all the time and with the new baby i felt you needed a break” he explains.

Draco grabs your hand and lifts it to his mouth. He kisses your knuckles lightly which made you smile “Thank you Draco” you say. He sends you a wink before placing the plate with all the other food “Now eat before it gets cold” he adds. You nod and go over to sit down next to Scorpius’s booster seat.

you look at what he was eating and notice he was chewing on french toast. You look up at him and grab his tiny pale hand “Now who made you that delicious food?” you ask in a playful manner. Scorpius gets visibly excited and points his other hand at Draco.

“Daddy!”

you and Draco both freeze. The one word Scorpius refused to say was just spoken. You look over at Draco and notice his expression falter before a big smile came to his face “Yes! Pansy owes me galleons!” he shouts excitedly. You shake your head considering he was already insanely wealthy.

but he probably just wanted to prove Pansy wrong. “That’s what your thinking about?” you ask. Draco looks at you and shakes his head, walking over “Not just that. I’m very happy. I’m happy that Scopius said dad and I’m happy that i have a healthy children” he spoke before crouching down beside you.

“and i’m happy that i have a beautiful wife that stuck around for so long. Even with all my family issues and shitty attitude” Draco looks up at you with a loving smile. What a cheesy dork you thought. You lean down and he follows along as you both kiss. It was short and sweet, but you cherished it nonetheless.

“Now sit in a seat so we can eat” you spoke, pulling back from him

he stands up and takes a seat next to you and Themis’s cradle “Yes ma’am”

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Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss

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Kody: I hope you enjoyed this short Draco fluff, it was fun to write. My requests are open as well as my taglist. Anyways, peace.

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theladyofdeath · 3 years

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Bar Fight Wedding {Fensterin}

Happy birthday, @the-regal-warrior! This Fenrys x Asterin fluff is for you. I hope your day was as lovely and fabulous as you are. Love you tons.

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Fenrys looked in the rearview mirror of his old, beat up truck and sighed. There was no way he was hiding his swollen, split lip from his fiance.

It wasn’t that he had done anything too crazy. At least, not too crazy for a bachelor party.

He blamed it on his friends.

They were the ones who had planned the entire evening, considering Fenrys was getting married in a week. Asterin’s girls weren’t taking her out until the night before the wedding, but, thinking that Rowan, Lorcan, Vaughan, Gavriel, and Connall would take Fenrys to do something stupid that involved ridiculous amounts of alcohol, Asterin had asked them to make their big boy’s night out at least a week before the wedding.

She had been right, of course.

It was a good move.

Considering it was nearly four in the morning and Fenrys looked like he got hit by a truck, there was no way he could get married the next day.

Hopefully, in the next week, Fenrys would no longer look like he’d gotten in a fight with a grizzly bear.

Which he nearly had been. At least, that’s what it felt like.

At least he wasn’t drunk, though.

He’d had a few drinks, but kept himself in check, which is more than he could say for some of his friends.

Rowan would be getting his ass kicked when he got home, without a doubt. He looked ridiculous. He'd gotten so drunk that he’d lost his shirt at some point during the night and went home without it, and only one shoe.

That part was Fenrys, though.

He had stolen Rowan’s other shoe while he was knocked out cold in the back seat and hid it, just because it amused him greatly.

Lorcan was the worst, though.

He hadn’t even made it out of the bar before he had passed out, and the others had to lug him to the car. Gavriel had brought him home, and he had sent out a text not long ago that read, Elide laughed so hard that she started to cry. I think it was the sharpie mustache that got her.

Another reason why Fenrys was happy his wedding was still a week away - Lorcan’s sharpie mustache, courtesy of Vaughan, would not have looked good in the pictures.

As for Fenrys’ swollen, split-lip and bruised cheekbone, alcohol had nothing to do with it.

No, his idiot friends had taken him to an ax-throwing bar. Which, he thought, would be fun as hell. He’d never been, had always wanted to go, and was pumped as he walked through the doors.

Until his friends entered him in an ax throwing contest.

Until he won, and the second runner up, who was a little drunk himself, decided that he did not like to lose.

Which is how Fenrys ended up getting into a fight, in a bar that also involved axes.

He supposed it could’ve gone worse.

At least he didn’t get an ax thrown at him.

Fenrys looked back in the rearview mirror and shook his head. “Maybe she’ll be asleep,” he muttered, turned off the light in his truck, and hopped out, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. After walking up the drive, he unlocked the front door, and took his time closing it with a quiet click.

He paused, waited to see if he heard anything, and continued on. All of the lights were off, and even the television in their bedroom was off, too, it seemed. Fenrys walked up the stairs and down to the end of the hall, where their bedroom door was cracked.

He peeked inside and swore under his breath.

Asterin’s head jerked up, but Fenrys was backing away, across the hall, into the bathroom.

“Fen?” she called.

“Hey!” he said, shutting himself inside of the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and cringed. He looked even worse in the full light.

On top of his swollen, split lip and bruised cheekbone, there was a cut on his eyebrow and his eye was slightly swollen. Considering his entire head hurt like shit, it had been difficult to tell where all the pain had been coming from.

Now, he looked even worse than he had thought.

He pulled a washcloth out of the cabinet and got it wet before wiping down his face. It did no good.

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” Fenrys said, through the door.

“Couldn’t sleep until I knew you were home safe,” she said. “Reading.”

Fenrys made a muffled sound of understanding. “Why don’t you turn off the lights and I’ll be there in a second?”

There was a pause. “Did you just tell me to turn off the lights?”

“Yeah, we’re going to bed, lights off,” he said, turning off the bathroom lights before opening the door.

Asterin was not turning off the lights. Instead, she was sitting in the middle of their bed, her eyes on Fenrys as he crossed the threshold. Her arms were crossed, and the lamp by her bed was very much still on.

Fenrys cleared his throat. “Time for bed?”

“Come closer,” she said.

“I’m tired-.”

“Into the light, Fen,” she said, her pointer finger up, motioning him forward.

Fenrys pursed his lips. “Is that my shirt?”

Asterin looked down at the old t-shirt she wore. “Pretty sure this is our shir- wait, you’re changing the subject. Into the light.”

With a sigh, Fenrys stepped forward. As soon as he came into the light, Asterin’s eyes widened. “What the hell?”

“There was a….bar fight.” He mumbled the last two words, and Asterin’s brows rose.

“Sorry,” she said. “What was that?

“I got into a bar fight,” he said, plopping onto the bed. “They brought me to an ax bar, I won a tournament, some sore loser jackass was pissed that he lost and picked a fight. I...stood up for myself.”

Asterin blinked. “Fenrys. We get married in six days-.”

“It’ll heal before then,” he interrupted.

“You look like you got trampled by a herd of angry hyenas!”

Fenrys blinked. “Hyenas? That was the best you could come up with?”

“They’re vicious,” Asterin snapped. “Haven’t you ever watched The Lion King?”

“Yeah, I have, and I’m pretty sure Mufasa’s death didn’t happen because he was trampled by hyenas,” Fenrys shot back.

Asterin was rubbing her temples. “Be serious, Fenrys, you look-.”

“Handsome?” he finished.

“Like shit,” Asterin said. “Handsome, but like shit.”

“It’s not that big of a deal-.”

“You got in a bar fight,” Asterin said, shaking her head. “Fen, our wedding pictures are going to be all we have from our wedding-.”

“And they’re going to look incredible,” Fenrys promised, tugging on the hem of her shirt - his shirt - until she was straddling his waist. He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her, softly. He tried not to wince, thanks to his split lip, but held onto control until Asterin pulled back. “What’re you really worried about?”

“What do you mean?” Asterin asked, quietly. “Fenrys, you got into a bar fight-.”

“And I’m fine,” he said, chuckling. “You’re awake at almost four in the morning a week before our wedding.” He nodded to her nightstand. “That’s your wedding planner. You’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out,” she protested.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Fenrys asked, suddenly alarmed.

“What?” she asked, taken aback. “No! No, I just...there’s so much left to do, yet, and so little time. And now you look like a human punching bag.”

“I’ll heal.”

“Your lip is bleeding, Fen,” she said, sighing.

With a groan, Fenrys rolled them over, and he was suddenly on top. “I’m fine,” he promised. “I know the wedding is a lot to handle, but it’s almost done with.”

Asterin snorted. “It’s almost done with? How romantic.”

“You know what I mean,” Fenrys said, kissing her nose. “Why don’t we sneak down to the courthouse tomorrow and forget about the wedding?”

It was a joke, and Asterin knew that, but a small smile appeared on her lips. “Okay.”

Fenrys stilled. “Sorry, what?”

“Let’s do it,” Asterin said. “You, me, and the courthouse. Let’s do it.”

“I repeat....,” Fenrys began. “What?”

She took his face into her hands and shook her head, slowly. “I’m so stressed about this wedding, Fen. Let’s get married, have the perfect day doing whatever the hell we want, and the wedding will just be for...everyone else. All pressure is off of us.”

Fenrys watched her for a long moment before saying, “You’re serious.”

She nodded. “I’ve never been more serious in my entire life.”

He pursed his lips. “But, look at my face, I don’t know if the photographer at the courthouse will approve-.”

She nudged him in the shoulder and laughed. “Shut up.”

Fenrys’ grin was contagious. “You tell me when and where I can make you my wife, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Asterin’s eyes softened as she leaned up and met Fenrys’ lips with her own.

The next morning, they would go down to the courthouse, only telling their closest of friends - even though half of Fenrys’ would be hungover as shit.

Manon would take the photos of the entire event, with Asterin in a little white sundress and Fenrys with his busted lip and swollen eye.

Even so, it would be the most magical and memorable day of their entire lives.

The day that they finally became man and wife.

With absolutely no stress at all.

#the alyssa tag #fensterin #fenrys #asterin #tog #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYSSA

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vechkinfan · 3 years

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Jack

A/n: I found this little one shot while I was looking through the deep dark depths of my google docs the other day and figured I might as well share it. Its a young Joker fic, and my fist time writing for the joker so please take it easy on me!😁

Pairing: Joker x OFC

Summary: A brief glimpse into the Jokers past, memories that he would rather keep buried, memories that reminded him of someone that held his heart. A heart that now burned for Gotham's reckoning.

Warnings: Talks of abuse, swearing, angst, vague talk of death

Jack found himself climbing the dirty, half rotten stairs of his apartment building. The light bulbs on every other floor, blown out or stolen, casting a darkness over him as he made his way up.

His mother had one of her 'friends' as she liked to call them, over. So he made himself scarce for the afternoon, like he always managed to. Jack weaseled his way out of the apartment when those creeps were over. Especially the ones who would come right in and give him those looks. Those perverted sideways eyes when his mother was too plastered to notice any different. Looks that sent a piercing shiver across his whole body, and an uneasiness to settle in his gut. He much preferred the men who would come over and pretended like he didn't exist.

The sun had long since started to sink in the sky as he climbed the stairs towards home and Jack knew he had to make it before the streetlights in the narrows started to flicker. The evil in his apartment was one thing, but the evils that lurched about once all the sunlight was extinguished in the sky was much more frightening.

Rounding the last flight of stairs, his eyes landed on a girl sitting at the top of them. Her back pressed against the door jam of the closest apartment door. One foot stretched out in front of her blocking his path and the other bent, shaking vigorously on the next step down.

She was sucking on a red popsicle, as her fingers drummed against the skin of her knee that poked free from a hole in her ratty jeans.

Jack knew she just moved in a few months back, but he never crossed paths with her before now. However every time he opened the door to let in one of his mothers 'friends', she would be sitting at the top of those stairs. Usually a pack of playing cards in her hands, flicking them one by one, aimlessly down to the next landing.

"What flavor is that?" Jack asked, curious at what her voice would sound like. He'd been intrigued by her presence the moment he saw her all those weeks ago.

Pulling the half melted popsicle from her mouth, the girl turned her head slightly to gaze towards him. Her dark brown hair in a curly mess that covered half of her face, but not enough for Jack to miss the darkness of her left eye. It almost appeared black, the deep brown of her iris engulfing her pupil, giving her a truly ominous appearance.

"Cherry." She answered, her voice nothing what he expected. It held a delicate raspiness, nowhere near the point where it matched Ms. Emerson two floors up who had been smoking 3 packs a day since the depression. There was a softness to it though, one that made Jack want to hear more from her. "You live in the apartment cross from me don't you?"

Nodding his head, Jack shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Sure do."

She sat in silence after that, and he stood a few stairs below quietly staring at her. His feet shuffling against the creaky old floor board, wondering if this would be the end of their talk. Perhaps it'd be the last time they spoke at all. Jack knew the Narrows had people shuffling around from place to place, like one of them scam shell games. She very well could be gone by morning.

"I can bring you one next time…. If you want?" Swinging her leg around, she sat so she was facing him. Both feet planted one step down as she licked the red sugary liquid that was starting to drip down the wooden popsicle stick and onto the top of her hand.

"I got two left in the freezer." Her voice was soft and held a nervousness that made fighting off a sly grin for Jack very difficult.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Hustling up the stairs, Jack found himself sitting down beside her.

His eyes getting a better glance at the girl, in the low light of the stairwell. Now he could tell she was using her hair to hide the right side of her face. Her right eye was an awful shade of purple, and the lid swollen so badly Jack knew she must be having a hard time seeing.

As he let his eyes pan across her face, he noticed her lip that was stained with cherry popsicle was also busted open. The girl next to him seemed to have come from a similar home as himself. It was near luck that Jack hadn't gotten his ass handed to him by one of his mother friends in a while. Talking back was a habit that he couldn't quit no matter how much he was beaten for it. Not to mention the fit of laughter that usually escaped his thin lips as a belt or a fist swung in his direction didn't help either.

"You got a name?" He asked, finally dragging his eyes back to meet her dark gaze.

"Billy."

Furrowing his brow and giving his head a subtle tilt, he wondered if she was fucking with him.

"That's a boy's name." He puffed out a small laugh. However the girl beside him didn't react at all.

"I know, you don't gotta remind me." She shrugged her shoulders, before finishing off the popsicle and throwing the wood stick down the stairs.

"It's your nickname right?" Jack couldn't quite stop himself with the questions. Usually he kept to himself and avoided people, but she… there was just something different about her. Something that drew Jack in like a moth to a flame.

He knew his interest was purely the result of her moving directly across the hall and appearing to be close to his age, if she had moved three flights up and was a little frilly girl, Jack was sure he wouldn't have even batted an eyelash in her direction as he carried on home.

Shaking her head and rolling her eye, she was the one to laugh now. "No, my momma lost her first baby, who was a boy when he was real little. She ain't been right in the head since." Jack watched as she picked at the frayed edge of the side pocket of her faded army green vest while she spoke. "So when she found out she was having me, she just knew I was a boy. The doctors told her different, but she didn't really care what they thought. So she named me Billy."

Shoving her hands into her vest pockets now, she quickly pulled out her deck of cards and began to shuffle them absentmindedly.

"Billy's not a bad name, I mean there was Billy the kid that robbed banks in the old west right? Like some badass cowboy outlaw… Maybe one day I could live up to that name." Jack's eyes watched as she expertly flipped the cards against themselves, the loud noise filling the hallway.

"Hate to break it to you, Billy the kid never robbed banks. He's just known for murdering people."

Peering up at him from the corner of her eye, her posture deflated, "Oh…." Billy sighed.

They sat there in silence after that, Jack feeling some form of regret telling her about Billy the kid. The girl had seemed thrilled in her blissful unawareness, so happy with only a shared name that connected the two. Which was utterly ridiculous, and in any other circumstance Jack would have enjoyed watching the girls dreams come crashing down from the clouds. However it was like a small light had been snuffed inside of her and Jack hated that he caused that. Which blew his mind, cause why would he care about some girl he just met and her no good thoughts. She'd be gone in a few weeks, out of his life for good! The narrows would swallow her up just like it did the other kids, and he really shouldn't have cared. But he did on some level, and it fucking bothered him.

"Billy where the fuck you at, you little piece of shit?" An angry voice screamed from just beyond the door she had been leaning against. The abruptness caused the girl to flinch and drop the stack of cards she was holding.

They fell like dominos down the stairs, fluttering off in all sorts of directions. Making a fucking mess.

Jack watched as she threw herself off the steps and down the stairs chasing after all the playing cards. "Fuck I'm gonna be in so much trouble." She muttered to herself as she frantically began the daunting task.

Without much thought, Jack did something that surprised himself again. He stood up and grabbed a few of the cards that had fallen towards the top of the stairs. Bunching them together in his hand, before looking down at the Ace of hearts that was face up. The corner dog-eared like a well read book, from constant use probably.

"I said where the fuck you at girl." A man ripped the door open to her apartment, and stumbled out. The stench of bad tequila filling the air almost immediately.

"I-im I'm sorry I…" Billy stuttered out as she crawled on the ground grabbing the last of the cards. Her hands trembled bad enough that Jack could tell from where he stood that she was terrified.

Eyeing the man cautiously, Jack saw him take a step closer to the edge of the stairs. His arm raised slightly, fingers twitching, ready to strike her hard when she finally made her way back to him.

"Sorry, I tripped into Billy while I was coming down the steps. Made her drop her cards." Jack lied with a laugh, and held up the few in his hands. "I was just helping her pick them up."

The drunken slob of a man, took a steadying breath, probably knowing he couldn't pummel a kid that wasn't his own. The man's overtly round face, covered in a patchy beard and a badly trimmed mustache that had the remnants of cheese puffs littered throughout it, gave Jack a nasty look. His lip turned up in pure disgust.

"Yeah well watch where you fucking walk next time." He flicked his hand at Jack, and then turned his attention to Billy. Who was now standing up straight at the bottom of the landing, cards in hand. "You, " He pointed at her with a chubby accusatory finger, "pick up your goddamn mess and get in the house, and don't make me fucking tell you again."

Jack watched as the man turned ungracefully on his heel and stumbled back from the pit in which he came. Slamming the door behind him with such power, some of the cracked plaster on the ceiling fell to the floor.

"You didn't have to lie."

"I know." He heard her take a few hesitant steps up, until she was standing side by side with himself. "I ain't in the mood to watch an ass kicking at the moment." He couldn't stop the tiny laugh that escaped him at his own humorless joke.

Tilting his head towards Billy, he finally held out the few cards that he managed to collect. She greedily took them back into her possession, and Jack watched as the girl seemed to be counting them to herself. Her fingers flipping past each number making sure they were all accounted for.

"Thank you." Her voice was softer than anything Jack had ever heard as she finished what she was doing and tucked the cards back into her vest pocket.

"He hit you a lot?" Jack asked aloud, as the girl pushed past him and towards her apartment door.

Shrugging her shoulders, Billy nodded her head. "Not as much as my real dad did, so I'm lucky enough. I know some kids got it worse than me, so I'm not complaining."

"Lucky?" He quirked a brow at her choice of words. Luck was nowhere to be seen in the Narrows, especially not in that girls apartment.

Perhaps the girl had been struck in the head so many times it actually made her dense. It wouldn't be a surprise to him if that was the case, because no one, and he meant no one, would ever call themselves lucky with the life she seemingly led.

"You got to believe in something, right?" She smirked. "Luck seems more plausible than some god or a superhero saving me. Plus I got this." Reaching back into her pocket the girl drew out a single card, and quickly flicked it over to him.

Jack caught it and huffed an amused laugh. His eyes falling upon the joker card that belonged to her deck. The jester was skillfully juggling three knives while he balanced with one foot on a large green and purple circus ball. The character itself was off putting, his face painted white, his lips smudged with red paint that made his maniacal grin even more pronounced. His jester hat constructed out of oddly colored rattlesnakes, multiple wrapped around one another to give its iconic shape. Their rattling tails hung as the bells at the tips. It was clearly far from the typical playing card one could get at the Bodega down the block.

"It's my lucky card, bad things don't happen as often when I have it on me."

Jack couldn't help but continue to stare at it. The wheels in his mind spun endlessly with hundreds of questions, but he knew he'd never have time to get them answered. She was on borrowed time as it was, and he didn't want to hold her up further. Cause if he did, the girl probably wouldn't be able to see at all next time he ran into her. The guy inside, smashing her other eye to the point it was swelled shut as well.

Looking up into her eyes, Jack attempted to hand it back. But Billy just shook her head at him.

"You keep it, it's the least I can do after you saved my ass. Maybe it will bring you some luck." She smiled at him before turning and opening her apartment door making her exit.

"If you give me this, won't your luck be gone?" His words stopped her in her tracks. But all Jack could focus on was her soft laughter.

Without turning to face him, she pulled another card free from her pocket, twisting it expertly between two fingers so the face of it was in Jack's direction. An inverted match to the very card that he held in his hands. "There's always two jokers."

Just as quick as she pulled it free, Billy shoved it back into her pocket, "See you around." She chuckled before disappearing into her apartment. Leaving Jack alone in the stairwell, staring quizzically at the place the girl once was. His lip twitching up in amusement, before he shook his head clear of their encounter.

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The joker cracked an eye open as he startled awake. It was a rare occurrence in recent years that his dreams would startle him out of sleep. That was only reserved for a specific time in his life, and that was not now anymore.

His half sleep blurred vision instantly focused on the ever growing water stain that was spreading across the ceiling tiles. It's dark brownish edges tainting the once white paint, giving the already run down room a greater sense of abandonment.

His hand stretched out wantingly, his long fingers gripping into the cool sheets of the spot next to him. The spot that had been vacant for many years now. An emptiness that slowly consumed him in absolute sorrow, and then engulfed him in a burning rage, no one could ever put out.

It was a pain that radiated through the Joker like a poison when his mind traveled to her. Pleading for him to remember, remember a time when things were pleasant. When she was by his side, and in his bed, places he could keep her safe.

But he couldn't, the day Gotham took her from him was the day its reckoning started. They would all pay, every last one of them.

#joker x ofc #joker #the joker #joker x reader #young joker #heath ledger #one shot #fanfiction #the dark knight #not good at this #wish me luuuuck #cards #card tricks

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retrievablememories · 4 years

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fool me once | ten (m)

title: fool me once pairing: ten x black!reader genre: smut request: “Hi I’m new to your page and I just wanted to say I love your writing so much and I’ve started writing my own because of you🥺and also if requests are still open can you do a black Poc with Ten and she does a prank on Ten which ends up with her ass up and face down or anything with Ten being a dom🤭” word count: 2.7k warnings: dom!male, sub!female, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, use of restraints, use of vibrator, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay, dirty talk a/n: i planned to write this one later, but i needed to get this off my chest now because it was haunting me lmao. don’t try any of these pranks at home 🚫

Playing pranks on your boyfriend is one of your favorite pastimes. Maybe to your own detriment.

You’d been messing with him all week, but mostly because you hadn’t seen him in a while, and in your reasoning, it was your way of showing him how much you missed him. Some people’s love language involves buying gifts and writing sweet poems for their loved ones; yours just happened to involve getting on your boyfriend’s nerves.

He wasn’t very happy when you tricked him into eating an Oreo with toothpaste in the middle instead of cream. Or when you hid one shoe in every pair he owns so he had to leave the house in mismatched ones. He was even less amused when you wrapped his entire car in saran wrap the night before he was supposed to go meet up with the WayV members.

You’d been wondering when it would happen, almost certain that the saran wrap prank would take him over the edge, but Ten finally hits a breaking point after your latest idea. This time, you invited him to come over to your house and left the door unlocked for him to get in by himself.

You listen quietly from the doorway as you hear him pulling into the driveway and coming up the front walkway, your hand over your mouth to stop your giggles from bursting out. You rush into the kitchen before he comes in.

The only thing Ten can register as he opens the door is what looks like a dozen spiders jumping out at him, which makes him scream and fall back on the porch. He trips as he jumps back, which causes him to bust his ass and go rolling down the porch steps. When he manages to get himself upright again, he notices one of your neighbors watching the spectacle from their yard, looking at him like he’s a complete fool.

You watch it all happen from your spot where you crouch in the kitchen doorway, laughing the entire time. Ten stumbles back to the entryway and quickly realizes the “spiders” are just a row of fake toys glued to a clear string, and he rips it off the top of the door. When he spots you, you laugh even louder at his red face and upset expression. “Y/N! What the fuck is this?!”

Ten slams the door shut behind him and throws his bag to the floor, and you immediately take off when you see him coming towards you. All you hear is his feet hitting the floor as he chases you through the kitchen and up the stairs. You duck into your bedroom and try to slam the door to slow him down, but he pushes his way in before you can even think about locking it and ends up wrestling you to the bed.

“Ow! Quit manhandling me, you’re so mean!”

“I’m mean? You’ve been tormenting me with this shit for days now!”

Ten manages to get you on your stomach and put his weight on you, then begins searching underneath your pillow for something. When he finds it, he pulls it out triumphantly and ties your hands behind your back with it—your own headscarf. You can guess that he’s chosen it because he knows you won’t struggle too hard against it, not wanting to rip the material. “This is so fucked up,” you say breathlessly, though you’ve yet to stop laughing.

“You’ll find out real quick that you can’t always get away with everything.” He resituates himself so he can pull you over his lap and grab a handful of your ass, and you already know what’s coming. Still, when he pulls back and spanks you, you yelp from the shock of it. There is a part of you, though, that enjoys the feeling of it—of his hand coming down hard on your ass, leaving a sharp sting even through the fabric of your shorts.

He makes you count to 20, which leaves your ass burning fiercely by the end of his punishment. When Ten feels you’ve had enough, he strips your shorts and underwear off together, caressing your stinging skin with an unexpected gentleness. You know him well enough to understand that there’s something else on the other side of this merciful behavior, though, and you try to brace yourself for whatever that might be.

As you thought, Ten nudges your thighs apart a tad wider, and that touch is all the forewarning you get before two of his fingers are knuckle-deep in you. You gasp and tremble against his body at the sudden stretch and pleasure of him pushing his way inside you. Your toes curl from it, and you try to draw ragged breaths as he fingerfucks you, thrusting into your tender g-spot. He’s always known exactly where to strike to weaken all your defenses.

“Tennn, this isn’t fair…” Your arm muscles ache from their positioning and from you trying to resist the urge to struggle against your bonds.

“You think this isn’t fair? We’ve barely started.”

There isn’t much you can do except lie across his lap and take what he’s giving you, whimpering quietly all the time. Unfortunately for you, what he gives you turns out not to be as much as you thought it’d be. It doesn’t take long for that familiar tightening in your abdomen to start, and you push your hips up more, trying to reach that peak faster. Ten doesn’t cave to your desires, though, and stills inside you, letting you clench fruitlessly around his fingers.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, though your imminent relief is already slipping away from you.

“You’ll come when I decide you should, Y/N.”

When your pleasure has dropped down from its former peak, Ten begins moving his fingers in you again, building you right back up. He pulls them out at one point to rub your clit, making your muscles tense and release as he massages that oversensitive part of you. The way his graceful fingers circle around your pearl makes your head swim, and you have to try not to drool a bit from the ecstasy of it.

This time you keep yourself as quiet as possible as you get nearer, not wanting him to find out you’re about to come and stopping it again. That doesn’t work though—of course. He knows you better than that. As soon as you think you might actually get to come, he pulls his hand away from you yet again. You twist around impatiently on his lap, which makes him slap your ass.

“Stop being such a brat and behave for once. Do you think I’m gonna give you my dick with you acting like this?”

You keep your lips pressed together, some part of you not wanting to let him have the upperhand even though he’s already long had it. You have to open your mouth to scream, though, when he spanks you harder than before.

“Answer me, Y/N.” The sound of his demanding voice makes you twitch around his fingers, and you’re sure he can feel it.

“I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Ten removes his wet fingers from you and rearranges your body on the bed stomach-down. You sigh deeply, still upset at getting no orgasm, but you let him maneuver you however he likes. He pulls your hips up so your head is resting on the pillow and your ass is offered up to him.

“Arch your back for me,” he says, his hand pressing against the small of your back. You moan softly at his words, doing as he asks.

You can’t see what he’s doing behind you, but you hear him moving around. Your body jerks at the sudden feeling of his dick sliding through your lower lips.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” His tip teases you but doesn’t enter, and you’re almost ready to shout with how pent-up and frustrated you are, though you also know doing that will only make things harder for you.

“I’ll be good,” you say quietly.

Ten spanks you on a sore spot, which makes your legs shake a bit as you try to hold your positioning. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Your voice trembles as you speak louder. “I promise I’ll be good, just, please…”

“Please what? Do you want to drag this out all night?”

“Please fuck me.”

There’s no concealing the groan that comes from your lips after he finally decides to settle himself inside you, especially with it being so long since you’ve felt him properly. You want to push back on him, but he holds your hips still. Your hands twist aimlessly, wishing you could feel him under your fingertips.

His first thrusts are not very fast but more forceful than anything, making your skin slap together loudly. Your forehead is shining with sweat as you try to keep your breathing even, though it’s hard to inhale properly between the noises spilling from you.

“If only the neighbors could hear you right now. Should we open the window so they can listen to you scream my name?”

“Fuck, d-don’t.” You can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not, but you don’t want to take the chance. You’re too busy savoring his deep thrusts inside you, his tip rubbing against your tender spot.

“Don’t lie.” Ten’s hand creeps to the back of your neck, tugging at your hair—only gently, though, as he knows not to go yanking shit. Still, the extra stimulation at your nape makes you cry out. “You like embarrassing me in front of the neighbors; why don’t I embarrass you?” When he quickens his pace, you find it impossible to keep quiet, begging him to please let you cum this time.

“I’m gonna come, Ten, p-please, let me…” Your words turn to babbling even as you try to keep your mind straight. The pleasure clouding your brain lessens, though, when he slows his thrusts a bit. You think he’s going to edge you again, and you nearly sob from frustration.

“Mmm….should I?” The way he moves his hips into you is fluid like water, the smooth rocking motion of it more than enough to make up for the slower pace. “Do you deserve to come?”

It takes you a few moments to get your voice stable enough to reply, especially with him still fucking into you the entire time. Your orgasm is looming on the horizon despite him insistently denying you, and you hope that he’ll give you permission. Either way, you don’t think you can hold it back anymore. “Y-yes, I’ve been a good g-girl. Just like you t-told me to. Please....”

Ten smirks from behind you, though you can’t see this. “Then let me feel you. Come on me, baby.”

His free hand slips to your clit and this is enough to tip the scales for you, a pure flood of euphoria running through your veins and enveloping your nerves. He keeps his other hand in your hair so you won’t try to muffle your noises in the pillow, and you’re left to cry and pant his name into the air, your speech quickly becoming incoherent.

Ten spills deeply into you not long after your own end, holding himself there and letting his cum paint your inner walls while a litany of pretty moans cascades from his lips. When he pulls out, he quickly pushes his fingers into you again, making you pant desperately, unsure whether to push closer to his probing hand or pull away from the overstimulation.

You don’t have to think about it too long, because he soon takes them back out and shuffles up the bed to be at eye-level with you. You let your bottom half sink back to the mattress, feeling incredibly well-fucked. While staring into your eyes, Ten pushes his wet fingers against your lips—the ones still covered in both of your fluids. You willingly accept them, and he watches as you clean everything up.

You’re getting sleepy now, and you lie prone as you let Ten untie your scarf and set your wrists free, finally. He massages the skin there, which is a little indented from the fabric. Your eyes drift closed as he does this. You don’t think of anything suspicious when you feel him turning you on your back; nor do you bother to open your eyes when you hear the bedside drawer opening.

He shuffles around on the bed some more, and it’s only when you hear a familiar buzzing do your eyes fly open. Ten sits there in front of you holding your Hitachi wand like it’s a threat.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“You can’t be serious,” you say, your heart rate picking up again as he slips his way down your body. “Ten, I don’t think I can take anymore—” Your legs shake involuntarily when he presses the round tip of the vibrator against your clit, and you gasp loudly. He situates himself neatly between your legs to keep them open as he presses two of his fingers into you. He momentarily removes them to slide them through your lower lips and across your clit, using your combined cum as lube to make the vibrator move against you more smoothly.

Soon, Ten’s back inside you like he never left, hooking his fingers into your g-spot and circling the vibrator over your clit in a tight rhythm. You grasp at the pillow and sheets beneath you, trying to hold onto some sense of stability as he pushes your oversensitive body even further. Your whole being is electrified, your hips arching and legs twisting recklessly as Ten gives you more than what you think you can handle.

The sound of him fingering you is magnified by all the slick between your legs and his own cum, and it makes a mess of the sheets as he does. He’s mostly unphased by all your moving around, keeping the vibrator on you and his index and middle fingers deep inside you as you plead for him. You try to bite your shirt to silence yourself, but it doesn’t do much good to quiet you.

Something you haven’t quite felt before rises inside you as you edge closer to yet another orgasm, and you’re a little afraid of it.

“W-wait, this feels—Oh my God, I think I’m gonna—” Fueled by your cries, Ten turns the vibrator up to its next speed, which makes your legs tense up. You’re almost crying as you cum, squeezing tightly around his fingers, except there’s more gushing out of you this time. You end up wetting his forearm and the sheets underneath you from it.

Ten pushes his face into you to taste you, his tongue and the vibrator working you over and causing you to squirt again. You’re a little shocked and embarrassed about cumming on his face, though you don’t have too much thought to give to those emotions as you’re swept up in a slew of smaller orgasms.

You’re not entirely sure when it all ends, convinced you must’ve blacked out at some point. All you know is that your face is wet with tear-streaks and your body is saturated with tremors afterwards. Ten is face-to-face with you now, pulling a few pieces of hair away from your cheek.

“Are you still alive?” He laughs, though his voice is tender.

“...Just barely.”

Ten reaches for the nightstand again and your whole body reacts as you use what strength you have left to tug on his arm. “No!! I’m not kidding Ten, I’m going to die—”

Ten looks at you with amusement, holding a water bottle in your face. “I’m only getting this. You’re probably dehydrated...you squirted like, everywhere.”

Your skin warms at that. “Whose fault is that?” you say tiredly, glaring at him, though you accept the water when he puts the bottle to your lips.

Ten gives you a small smile and runs his finger along the bridge of your nose. “Think about that the next time you try to play a prank on me.”

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Withheld {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Some Fluff, NSFW, SMUT, Slight Angst, Lots Of Words

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Note: I had a hard time coming up with something that reader, Y/N would be pissed about without bringing some angst. I began writing this at 6am, so this is what my brain came up with. I hope you all enjoy it.

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“Jesus, I can’t wait to see you. it’s been way too long.”

You smiled as you stared at him on the FaceTime call. You loved being able to hear how much he missed you. he didn’t need to say the actual words, you could tell.

“I know, six weeks is a long time.”

On the screen you watched as Chris stretched like a preening cat across your bed. You couldn’t wait to trail your fingers across his chest and play with his chest hair. It had become an unconscious thing you did whenever cuddled in bed together.

“Remember that pact we made early on when we got married?”

A smirk spread across your face because you knew just what he was talking about. “And what pact is that husband?”

“Oh you know out after hours vows. Never go to bed angry, never fight about stupid things even if I’m being really stupid.”

“Never leave the other without a kiss, never go more than four hours without a call or text,” you continued.

“Uh-huh, keep going.” Chris was now smiling widely showing off every perfect tooth in his perfect mouth. No wonder this man was a movie star and lusted after by nearly ninety-eight percent of the human population.

“No, you seem to know what you want to get to. By all means husband.”

“Never go more than three weeks without making love,” Chris finished.

You nodded knowing this was the vow he meant. you remembered making it. You were two bleary-eyed love drunk fools standing in a tree light beach cottage in Nantucket that was filled with red roses and white lilies of the valley and candles. You both were so disgustingly happy and enamored with each other that you didn’t care that you’d waited the last six weeks to make love hoping to make your wedding night even more special or the fact that you were both more than ready to end that love drought. All you cared about was holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes to say even more vows, vows that were all unique that held a deeper meaning for the two of you.

“Did I lose you?”

You snapped out of your memories and focused back onto Chris. “Sorry, I was back in Nantucket.”

Chris smiled widely and sighed. “I’m in Nantucket every night and for the better part of my days.”

“I love you, Evans.” It was the only possible thing you could say. The way he smiled at you made your stomach flutter. After all these years, you were still madly in love with him.

“I love you more, Evans.”

The two of you spent the next forty minutes just talking and staring at each other like the two love drunk fools you were the night of your wedding.

-Four Day Later-

After working your ass off and rearranging the rest of your obligations you were able to shave off six days of your time away. Unbeknownst to Chris, you were thirty minutes from home and more than ready to show him just how much you’d missed him. Needing a way to contain your anxious energy you finished answering emails and messages to keep yourself busy. When you got home you saw Chris’ car in the roundabout driveway which only increased your excitement.

After thanking your driver, you quietly climbed the stairs leaving your bags in the foyer. Your only thought was surprising your husband and wrapping your arms and legs around his body. You could almost feel the tightness of his grip around your body. You missed the cocooning warmth and safety you always felt. As you came upon your bedroom door you expected to see him sprawled across the bed with his laptop across his lap. You were disappointed when you found the bedroom empty—he wasn’t there.

For the next five or so minutes, you searched your seven-bedroom, nine bath home for the love of your life but everywhere you checked you came up empty handed. By the time you thought to check his office, you were already more than a little antsy. The closer you got to the door you could hear sounds from behind it. unable to make it out you stopped in front of it. it was then you heard loud animated moans and cursing. It didn’t take long for those moans to pick up in volume and intensity. You couldn’t believe this.

You nearly busted down the door from a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and disbelief. As you opened the door and stood in the doorway you saw just what your husband was up to at three in the afternoon. Chris was in a reclining position at his desk, but he was not directly behind it, he was angled diagonally which gave you a full view of what was happening. The moans intensified in the way a performing porn actress would carry on and there was Chris with his head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth ajar just going at it.

You stood there and watched with a clenched jaw. This would have been sexy as hell under any other circumstance, but the current circumstances were less than ideal. Chris’ moans and whimpers overcast those of the porn stars he was watching, and you watched on as he bit his bottom lip and sped his hand. He was close, you knew all his tells.

Sure enough, you watched him shoot stream after stream into the air only for it to come splattering back down onto his fisted hand and navy-blue polo shirt. His grunts were staggered as he arched his back from his chair. Thirty seconds in and he was still coming. Chris released a long groan while squeezing his length as he stroked up. His eyes opened and it was then he jumped and lurched forward in complete and utter shock from the recycling diagonal position he was in.

“Y/N,” Chris yelped out as he frantically reached for the iPad that was on the desk.

It should have been an amusing sight, him, pants mid-thigh, dick poking straight out like a lightsaber, hands covered in white jizz that also decorated his shirt, but it was not amusing. You were pissed. You’d just caught your husband watching porn and jerking off.

“Baby--,” Chris began with a look on his face that spoke of shame, embarrassment, and regret.

“Save it, Christopher!”

You spun on your heels and walked back down the hall you’d just came from.

“Y/N, wait. Ouch! Fuck!” You heard a loud bang, things falling and rustling as you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom not caring if he’d seriously hurt himself. He could handle it himself.

When you made it to the room, you stripped and made your way into the shower. The flight was a long one and you needed to release some newly added stress. A few minutes into your shower in came Chris.

“Baby,” he began. You felt the breeze when he opened the shower door and you glared at him.

“Get out.”

“What? Come on, don’t be that way.”

“Get out Christopher!” For emphasis, you elbowed him in his rib. Chris groaned and staggered back making the shower door bang shut. You ignored him and continued to take your shower.

“Darlin’—I missed you.”

“Whatever! Try saying that when you’re not wearing your Scarlet letter all across the front of your shirt,” you speared at him. Chris looked at the front of his shirt to see the speckled spots of half dried come.

“Shit.” With that, he was out of the bathroom. Rolling your eyes, you practiced your meditation breathing. This man was going to make you go off.

After barely two minutes he was back in a fresh white tee. “Baby look, I’m sorry. I was missing you something terrible and I kept thinking about you and before I knew it I was hard and wanting you. I don’t even know what happened.”

“What happened was you decided to search through a porn site and watch porn to jerk off to. That is what happened Christopher. Remember those after hour vows that you brought up a few days ago?”

Chris hung his head. He remembered very well. “Y/N--.”

“No. It was you who brought it up, you vowed neither of us would turn to porn for anything, that we would turn to each other. Why else did we make those random videos?! You decided to say fuck that and turn to some other woman who is acting. You had our videos!”

“Fuck! I know, I didn’t think baby. I just—.” He stuttered as if he couldn’t find the right words, or he didn’t know what to say. After a few tries, he sighed out and hung his head again. “I’m sorry.”

“Get out! You know how I feel about porn. Get out!” The second time you shouted louder. He didn’t protest at all; he simply turned and gave you your wish.

In all your years married you’d never watched porn. There was a once in a blue moon you watched it together when you were dating as a means for foreplay, but it quickly faded when you began to feel a little weird about it wondering if he was more turned on by the women he saw or if it was you who did the trick. After a heartfelt chat, he agreed without hesitation to cut it out completely while reassuring you that you were the source of all his desire and arousal. Not only had he watched it just now, but you’d watched him find his release from it. Not you. As far as you were concerned you were rightfully and justifiably angry.

You stayed in the shower longer than you normally would have. By the time you came out, it was a little after six. You were hoping Chris wasn’t in the room when you came out and were relieved when you got your wish. You wanted to just go to sleep but hunger prevented it. As you were about to walk out to find some food, Chris walked in carrying bags from your favorite restaurant.

“I got dinner. I was planning on cooking for you when you got back but I wasn’t prepared tonight.”

“Clearly you had a one-track mind.” Chris sighed but didn’t respond to your snide remark.

Instead, he put the bags down and began piling the containers of food onto the bed. The smells that filled the room were delectable. Your mouth watered from the scent of the garlic and basil. If it wasn’t for that you would have walked off, but you were not a fool to ignore your favorites. You went over to your side of the bed, got comfortable and dug in. Chris knew you were pissed so he didn’t bother making small talk though you knew it killed him.

You knew he wanted to talk about your trip and fall back into the comfortable groove that you always resided in. When he allowed you to pick show after show, you knew he felt the gravity of his mistake. Still, you didn’t speak, didn’t attempt to console him or even unburden him with the blessing of your forgiveness. You decided you’d let him suffer.

By the time one rolled around you ignored him some more and turned your back to go to sleep. His sigh was a heavy one and if you were nicer you may have said good night, but you didn’t give a shit about pleasantries.

“Baby,” Chris began as he shifted his body in the bed. You could tell he now faced you on his side.

“Leave me alone before I make you sleep in the guest room, Christopher.”

His response was a mixture of a deflated sigh and a frustrated groan but he didn’t protest. He knew better than to push you closer to the edge.

The next day was not a normal day in your household. Normally you’d have a loved up breakfast in bed and then a steamy shower before you separated for the day if you both had work to do, or you’d lounge in the house together never being more then a few feet apart. That was not the case. you went about your business in your office while Chris kept clear of you. any attempt he made your response was dullness. You didn’t reciprocate or encourage; it was simple appeasement.

He brought you your favorite breakfast, you didn’t acknowledge him when he came in. He brought you lunch, again you ignored him. He tried to make small talk you busied yourself. Through it all, he didn’t give up or slink away except to lick his wounds only to return again to continued trying. You were impressed but still not amused. So the day passed with minimal conversation between you unless it was about work or the household.

“So you’re just going to ignore me now?”

Something in his voice made you look up to acknowledge him. You didn’t even realize the sun had set or that he wore one of your favorite colors on him. Chris had an expectant look on his face that somehow still showed his timidness.

“We haven’t seen each other physically in weeks, almost two months and you’re just going to ignore me? I let it go last night and most of today but come on, Y/N. We have to talk. We promised we wouldn’t go to bed angry.”

Taking a slow deep breath, you leaned back in your chair. “I’m not angry.”

“The hell you’re not. You walked in on me jerking off to porn. You’re angry.”

“Glad you’ve entered the admittance stage of your shame, but nope, not angry.”

Chris rolled his eyes then crossed his arms. It was the truth, you weren’t angry. You were pissed. He stared you down as if he expected you to quake underneath the penetration of his sky blue eyes.

“I just find it funny how you’re not okay with me breaking a vow but you’re pretty glib when you do it.”

“I’m sorry, okay. I fucked up. I didn’t plan it and I honestly don’t know how I ended up on the site anyway. I didn’t do it to hurt you or even give it any deep thought. It was a muscle reaction,” Chris explained.

“So it’s a muscle reaction to go searching for other naked women rather than scroll through your library for pictures and videos of the one you married?”

He walked inside and perched at the edge of your desk then leaned to you taking your hand in his much larger one. He didn’t speak for a few moments, both of you realizing this was the first time you’d touched in weeks. Everything in you wanted to melt into him and fall back into place and from the look on his face, you could tell he wanted the same thing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. tell me you believe that, princess.”

“Of course I know you don’t want to hurt me, Chris. Just because you don’t want to do something doesn’t mean you haven’t hurt me though.”

He nodded fully understanding and accepting it. “I don’t want any of that I swear to you. None of them do it for me. You know that. I just--.”

“Needed something different, someone, different?”

“No. God, no. I like what I have—I love what I have. I don’t need anything different. How can I when we’re always changing things up. I want you and you alone.”

You studied him and searched his eyes for any hint of a lie. You didn’t find one, but it didn’t make everything okay.

“I know that doesn’t make everything okay,” Chris spoke as if he read your mind.

“Let me make it up to you.” He pulled your hand, rolling you to him. “Please.” Chris brought his lips to you and you were powerless to move or stop him, so you allowed him to kiss you, allowed him to tease your lips and your tongue and make your belly do somersaults. You quickly lost yourself and began to give in. when you felt his hand on your thigh you rolled back away from him.

“I have work to do.” Focusing back onto your laptop and what you were doing before he came in you forced yourself to keep your eyes straight ahead and not on him. After almost a minute he stood and walked out without another word.

Over the next few days, Chris didn’t stop his attempts to get closer or remedy the wrong he’d done. He was ever the attentive husband and the caring partner. He cooked every night if he could, left you sweet notes around the house that spoke of what he loved about you or how much he loved you. he also never stopped trying to get physically closer.

By the middle of the week, he’d upped his game from sweet kisses on your forehead, cheek, and lips to deep soulful kisses out of the blue. Now he was up to backing you onto any nearby wall, pressing his body against yours and trying to kiss the breath from your lungs. He was doing a damn good job with tempting you but still, you refused every advance he made before it got anywhere close to sex.

If his hand roamed your body you pulled it away, if you felt his arousal you walked away. At night when you went to sleep every time he cuddled closer you got up and went to the bathroom only to come back with your body pillow. When you realized it was an automatic deterrent you began sleeping with it every night to Chris’ dismay. By Thursday it was amusing the tactics he deployed. He was motivated and determined, and every rejection and refusal only made him even more so.

You weren’t angry anymore; it had drastically reduced over the week. The more discomfort you saw Chris in the more amusement it brought you. A punishment was not supposed to be enjoyable. You wondered how long he’d go without bringing it up because you knew he’d realized you were refusing him on purpose as a punishment. He still had yet to bring it up even though you knew for a fact he’d taken several cold showers because of his arousal.

The night you walked in on him in the shower, you saw the extent of his discomfort. He was standing under the stream of cold water with an evident hard-on and his head hung, and shoulders slumped. His junk wasn’t blue per se but it definitely didn’t look normal. Instantly, you felt horrible. When he turned and your eyes met you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You walked out of the bathroom instead.

Almost an hour later Chris came out with a towel wrapped around his waist only to disappear again out of the bedroom door. When he came back he was dressed and walking slower with his legs in a wider stance. As he settled beside you, you fought off the urge to snicker.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” His answer was terse and a complete lie.

“I saw you in the shower, Chris.”

“If you saw me in the shower then you know how I am. You bringing it up now is not an inquiry about my wellbeing it is spite and for your own amusement.”

He was right. Damn it, you thought. You hated that he knew you so well.

“A week, Y/N. A week and you’ve been pushing me away every chance you get. No matter what I do or what I say. I’m losing my mind here and you don’t seem to even care.” As he spoke you could see the uneasiness rising up in him, he’d reached his breaking point. You didn’t speak as he continued to rant, you just let him get it all out.

After almost five minutes he was silent again with a clenched jaw and his hands cupping his junk. He looked so sad like he’d lost his best friend and wanted revenge for it.

“So—was the porn and nut worth it?” the look he gave you was filled with so much aggression you just had to laugh. It was meant to be a small little giggle, but it came out as a full on obnoxious holler that turned into a cackle with you wiggling your legs in the air. Chris grunted loudly and began rising from the bed. Normally it would have been a quick action but tonight it was a strategic multi- step maneuver that only made you laugh louder. He was not amused. He walked out of the bedroom with your laughter still lingering in the air.

By Saturday you were ready to end his punishment because though it was one for him it was also one for you. You were struggling too; you were in pain. It had now been eight weeks since you were together, and you were tired of waiting. Chris was gone for morning and most of the afternoon visiting his family and a couple friends. He didn’t ask you if you wanted to go with him, no doubt needing time away from you. You weren’t bothered by it because it gave you time to get yourself ready and make it a night for him to remember.

After running some errands and picking up ingredients for dinner and come candles and novelty items you returned home to begin prep seduction night. By three he hadn’t returned yet which gave you even more time to get yourself together. Six rolled around and Chris was still not home, it was then you called him, a call he didn’t answer so you texted. Ten minutes went by without a response and your mood was quickly souring.

When you saw his headlights light up your roundabout driveway you’d finished cooking and prepping had opened a bottle of wine and were on your third glass and had been waiting for almost forty minutes. You were annoyed especially since the only response he’d sent to you via text was “soon.” When you asked when he would be home, his answer was “soon”. When you asked if he was almost home, he sent “soon”. You were ready to throw your phone from frustration.

You heard the front door open and then heard it slam shut forcefully and that was the last straw. “This is soon, Christopher!”

As you spun around to confront him, you only saw his face momentarily before he threw you over his shoulder. You squealed but didn’t have enough time to react before he was throwing you across the kitchen island right onto your back.

“What the hell are you doing!”

“I realized; I’ve been approaching this all wrong. Normally when you have an attitude and start acting like a brat as you’ve been doing for the last few days I respond differently. I’ve been tiptoeing and being submissive. I am not submissive, Y/N. I’ve been doing the opposite of what I should have been doing.” His voice was deep and completely dominating.

“Which is what, throwing me across a counter?”

“No, fucking it out of you.” Your jaw dropped. Holy hell, you thought. He’d truly reached his breaking point; this was it and you were fucked.

“Chris--.” It was a warning, a warning you hoped would deter him from doing what every fiber of his being was telling him to do. Your warning did absolutely nothing. Using his thighs, he pushed your already parted legs further apart while using his hands to pin yours to the island. You recognized the look in his eyes you hadn’t seen it in a while. He was tired of your games, your teasing, your torture, and your neglect.

For the first time Chris looked over your body and noticed the silk floral robe you wore that was practically falling off of you already. It was then he realized you were fully naked. “On the drive here, I thought about making this torturous for you, going so slow you’d feel my pain of seven days plus the six weeks before. I thought about new ways to deprive you of the release I know you desperately want. I came up with quite a few things, but I’ve changed my mind. Slow isn’t enough of a punishment. Instead, I think the opposite will do quite well.” His smirk was devious, but it didn’t scare you. You knew he would never physically hurt you or do anything you didn’t want. You were that in tune.

Chris let your wrists go then took one step back. “On your knees, Y/N and I dare you to talk back.” Despite every instinct telling you to do it and see what he does, you knew it wasn’t a good idea. The ho in you wanted to act out and get crippled, the practical you knew you had to walk tomorrow. You slipped off the counter and dropped to your knees before him. you could see his need urgently pressing against his jeans. After a few moments, you peeked up at him.

“This isn’t your first time Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know what to do.”

You bit your bottom lip and slowly began undoing his jeans. You weren’t doing it to tease him, you were honestly nervous right now. It was always a dicey game of punishing your husband, especially in a way by with-holding sex. The outcome could have been a nice roll in the hay afterward or a downright back breaking night. It looked like you were in for the latter. Once he was free his groan was deep and strangled. All along his shaft and balls, there were violent looking purplish veins. You couldn’t stop your grimace.

“Looks painful, right? Interesting that a married man would get blue balls, especially deliberate blue balls from his wife.”

You couldn’t stop the retort before it slipped out, “So I guess jerking off to porn wasn’t worth it after all. I’d say said married man deserved everything he got from said wife, blue balls included.” Chris’ lips smiled but his eyes darkened. Before you knew it he was pulling you to your feet before he pushed you into the island bending you over so your ass was poking right out for him.

“That’s fair. Just remember seven is the lucky number and since you love it so much, blue balls is the magic word,” Chris sneered into your ear. You could feel the weight of him as he hunched over you and used his fingers to circle your opening. He growled then.

“You’re soaking wet already. Who were you really punishing sweetheart, me or you?” You refused to answer that, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “It’s okay, I already know.” There was no warning before he slowly sank into you. For the first few inches, it was painfully slow until he slammed into you to the hilt pulling a screech from you.

“Fuck!” His shout echoed off the walls and shook you making your legs tremble.

Chris didn’t bother giving you a moment to adjust, you really didn’t need it. You needed more but you were sure you couldn’t take what was coming. Chris set an early pace and it was fast, deep, and hard. Every snap forward of his hips had you grunting and lurching making your head snap back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were panting and moaning enjoying every second of the fuck you’d been dying for.

Chris grabbed your arms and held them behind you angling your upper half up propelling him even deeper. “Fuck!”

“Mmm, you feel this dick, Y/N? Do you feel it?” You nodded unable to find your voice. Chris continued delivering his brutal thrusts that made precise connection with your g-spot. You knew you were seconds from coming and you knew when you did your strength would go with it.

“Shit, shit, shit! Oh god!”

Chris began rotating his hip drilling his hardness against your walls and every crevice of you. A shiver broke free and brought with it your release that was a deafening scream and weakened limbs. Chris was there to hold you steady though. If you lived closer to people they might have called the police from thinking you were being murdered.

“Oh my god, yes Chris! Fuck me! Don’t fucking stop!” He lifted one of your legs and plopped it onto the island giving him a new angle and an impossible depth that you were not prepared for. Jerking from him you gasped but he wasn’t having it. Chris held you in place and brought you to him by pulling your arms back.

“Don’t run from this dick sweetheart. Take every—fucking—inch!” As he spoke he pressed forward even more stealing all your breath. You were left he’d in the air with your mouth hung open without a sound coming out. He groaned in your ear then bit your lobe to suck it in his mouth before it slipped out.

“Look at me, darlin’.” You looked back to him to see his teeth firmly clenching his bottom lip. the look in his eyes was a conflicting one, one that spoke of gentleness and love but also of revenge and passion. One thing you didn’t see in them was control—he had none now.

“I love you, princess.”

Once he got the words out he proceeded to murder your pussy with deliberate, deep, hard thrusts that never slowed, or faded in intensity. From then on out you were a screaming mess. After what felt like an eternity but had turned out to be nothing but short minutes your voice was gone and you’d somehow managed to come three more times. Chris moved as if he weren’t even human at this point. He should have come a long time ago and be passed out, but he was still going, still sending your eyes to the back of your head. You felt him turn your body so you were now on your side with your plopped up leg resting on his shoulder. It was yet another angle that you couldn’t handle. When your hand flew to his belly to push him back his was there to stop you. Your eyes locked with his but the only thing he did was shake his head.

“Fuck!”

“Was your little game worth it?” He smirked as he said it and you knew he was mocking you. Instead of giving you a chance to respond he snapped his hips forward and ground into you once again sending your eyes to the back of your head. You held onto his hand for dear life.

Every time your eyes met it only made the moment that much more powerful. Even through revenge punishment fucking the love you felt for each other was evident, and the connection between you was always so strong. Chris bent to you and kissed you to demonstrate the passion that you prayed would never fade between you. You kissed him back with everything you had holding his head to you. You began to meet him for every thrust he delivered. As you kissed his eyes locked with yours and the vulnerability you saw there with each wave of your body fueled you to take even more. You clenched tightly around him and felt him spear you twice then a third before he broke your kiss and shouted along with you as he poured every drop of himself inside of you to join your release.

For several long minutes, the two of you just laid there on the counter. He had his head resting on your breast but didn’t dare pull from your body. When you felt him stir you also felt the ache between your legs. “Oh god,” you whispered with hoarseness. Chris slowly pulled back from you and yelped once he pulled out. You instantly felt the emptiness and with it brought the pain of through fucking. You dropped your hands to your crotch.

“Tell me, was it worth it?” You glared at him then rolled your eyes, there was no need to answer. You honestly didn’t know which one to give.

“Fuck, I’m still hard,” Chris informed. Your eyes dropped to his still hard cock and it didn’t look any less violent and intimidating. As he moved to slide back into you, you scurried backward locking your legs hoping to deter him.

“Woah, hold your fucking horses. Jesus Christ Evans, give me a fucking minute.” Scrunching your face you allowed the pain to show. “Oh my god.”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you really asking me that right now? This is what you wanted. You wanted to teach me a lesson by fucking me into submission. Congratulations Sir Fucksalot!” Chris snorted and laughed making you laugh with him. He stepped to you and kissed your cheek and forehead.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go off like that. I just—I couldn’t control myself. I lost it.”

“I know, I saw it. It’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used sex as a weapon.”

“I deserved it and no it wasn’t worth it. I’m sorry.” The two of you warmly smiled at each other before pressing your foreheads together for a tender moment. In the sweetness of the moment, the thud of his hard dick brought you both back.

“Jesus Chris, keep him under control. This pussy is out of service and closed for healing.” You slipped off the island and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

“Wait, what!? For how long? Y/N, you can’t leave me like this.”

“For as long as it takes, an hour, a day, a week. Who knows.”

“Y/N.”

“Mm-Mn Chris I don’t wanna hear it. you should have thought about that before you went full on super soldier mode.”

You slowly climbed the stairs and played up the pain. It hurt of course but it wasn’t excruciating. This was not the first time he’d fucked you like the world was ending. You knew you’d be fine in a few hours. Chris came up behind you, scooped you in his arms and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You know what they say, the only way to get over the pain is to push through it.” You snorted and laughed with him joining in as he continued to make his way to your bedroom.

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okay hear me out hannah, what if we have cute shy lifeguard!jimin x flirty y/n. Like y/n can be a surfboarder and she always visits the beach and Jimin is always there and she makes sure she flirts with him 24/7 and jimin gets all blushy and stuttery. (also wanna say blueberry jungkook gives me serotonin.) 💖

jimin only has two fears in life

first is when he’s under the sun and he feels like he’s doesn’t have enOUGH sunscreen on even if he knows for sure that he’s laid it on thick

like actually thick to the point that u could scratch his skin with a spoon and it’d be like scraping butter

the general rule of applying sunscreen to your face was to put tHREE fingers’ worth and spread it evenly

hA those only apply for weaklings because jimin practically puts on a whole p a l m on just his face alone

his second fear is you

wait no actually fEAR is such a strong word

literally how could he rephrase with what he feels about you ://

he’s uh sHY around you?? but not like the type that he’d sprint across the other side of the shore to move away from you

he’s maybe a little intimidated? because there’s just something about you that makes him 0_o about you point-blank and he doesn’t even know why

he mAY feel a little attracted towards you??? JUST MAYBE

does picking up his binoculars and trying to look for you across the waves count as a lil crush

he’s a goddamn lifeguard and he knows he should be approachable with all of the years that comes along with his profession, but there’s irrevocably somethinG about you that makes him curl in his shell

jimin’s adorable

jimin is the most adorable lifeguard you’ve ever seen in your whole life

it was just the regular day in the beach that you constantly have while it was still off-season!!! you still of course sURF almost everyday and it’s a personality trait and lifestyle at this point

you went with seokjin as you always did and the two of you practically live together at this point :D

after all, he is the next-door neighbor that you had when u were like seven years old and he was one year older and his iMMEDIATE newly-moved in neighbor bonding response was:

“we should surf. do you wanna surf? i’ll ask permission from your parents!! what do you mEAN you’ve never done this before?? i’ve done this only once but i could teach you!! trust me!!”

it was just 2 and 2 together honestly,, it was a small town and you lived right nEXT to the beach!! bonding with seokjin is the closest you’d ever get to being as reckless as the seven-year old you in the city could :3

jin, for whatever reason that day two months ago, hAULED your ass to his truck and told you that he could physically feel something good about the beach today

“i’m serious. i feel it in my left pec today!” he whines when you take your time securing your surfboard, flexing it specifically that it makes you snort

he’s just learned that last week and he wON’T stop!!! your weekly family dinner yesterday was just him doing it the whole time and there’s a certain mix of reactions

at one point he insisted that he’d only respond to whatever’s directed at him through morse code,.,,.. WITH HIS PECS

“everyday’s a good day at the beach, though,” you sigh knowingly, already feeling the familiar waves on your body, “except for that time a stingray almost caught up to you.”

motherfucker didn’t even believe you at first and he was so scared shitless that you had to carry him back to the shore while hauling both of your boards with you

and you know what??

he was right

he was bEYOND RIGHT

the cranky middle-aged lifeguard wasn’t there by his post, but instead, someone just lightyears better than him

he is the living epitome of your dreams :D

no one could ever wear the uniform red shorts that good even!! he’s shirtless and musculaR and compact and lithe and he definitely looks like he knows what’s going on

his undercut accentuates his pretty features even from afar and you tREMBLE on your knees when you see it

was that a rib tattoo you just saw???

you can no longer see seokjin waving his hands around your face

you can no longer grasp that you have a surfboard with you and have like a dozen more in your collection accumulated from sponsorships and own handicraft

at this point do you wanna even rIDE the boards????? :|

you’d like one of him please

he looks kind and gentle and as soon as you asked him if he was new, and he answered so gently and even sHYLY that he is

straight-up tunnel vision from then,,, all you see is jIMIN

that’s the dynamic really

flirt who likes beach-related pick up lines surfer girl and blushing shy and scolds you weakly lifeguard

it was routine and seokjin just tells you to knock it off because at this point hE’S the one who feels embarrassed

and between the two of you he has the bigger pride!!!

you literally never miss a chance to make jimin flustered

when he doesn’t use the jetski and instead uses his surfboard to transport someone back to shore, you’d be paddling alongside him :D

when he reapplies his sunscreen, your hand would be oUTSTRETCHED to ask for some when out of all the people, you’d be the one with most of it

or even just the occasional sandcastle you build in front of his deck and has your name signed with shells to greet him a good morning

.... yes

all of that

uhhhhh

jimin doesn’t wanna sound too needy uh but where is that tODAY??!?!

it’s 6 AM and normally you’d be walking onto the sandbar by 6:03

by now he should’ve heard the hum of either yours or jin’s truck uHHH where is that loud engine pls

the sun isn’t out yet, right? it’s there but it’s not scorching down, and even if he should be applying it now, he’s just gonna hold off :D

just in case you’re gonna ask some from him again :D

it’s 6:52 and honestly wHAT THE FUCK

where are you supposed to be :((

it’s a thursday and he knows that your favorite surf days are thursdays because the waves are high and favorable and forgiving from what you could tell

he’s normally the shy yet friendly lifeguard but now he is the stone-faced lifeguard nobody come talk to him

he feels like kicking down a kid’s sandcastle today pretty much lmao no lie in that

jimin comes back from his rounds, grumpy and annoyed as he busts down his station’s door

he’s about to plop directly onto his seat with a hUFF because where is his fill of attention today????? wHERE is his fill of flirting that he only shields away from but secretly enjoys???

he’s oblivious that you’re sitting slumped on his seat, quiet voice enough to startle him

“people who wanna go date on me tonight say ah?”

“aH BGWRETVY UVQEUR HOLY FUCKING SHIT I-”

oh that’s you

you look a lil different today

you’re not wearing your wetsuit and your hair isn’t in a wet bun!!

instead for a change, you’re wearing a sundress with a bikini underneath, hair put down and pretty glasses on your nosebridge

“ha. cool. good morning, jimin :)”

you take that as your cue to leave because you’ve already made your presence known and don’t bother to wait for a response, about to descend on the stairs because you could hear jin fighting away crabs all the way here

jimin sputters because you’re leaving him alone so easily, busting his door the second time around but with franticness

“what time?”

...

“huh?”

jimin sheepishly scratches his head, upper lip nervously bit between his teeth

“... our date? what time do i pick you up?”

drabble nights: open!!

#drabble nights #jimin #jimin imagine #jimin oneshot #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin drabbles #lifeguard!jimin

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 19

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: Damonxoc, Tylerxoc, Elijahxoc then Klausxoc endgame. Warning: None

Katie’s sat straight up in bed, breathing hard as she pressed her hand to her neck. The image of getting her head ripped from her body all too fresh in her head. “Hey.” Damon grunted as he sat up with a groan and slid his hand over her naked shoulders and back. “Come back to bed.” His sleepy voice caused her to look over at him as the images from the night before flooded her head and she got out of bed faster than she meant to.

“I shouldn’t be in here.” She started picking up her clothes only to find her tank top ripped down the middle. “Really, did you have to rip my shirt?” she asked holding it up for him to see.

He smirked at the drunken memory. “Pretty sure you liked it when I did that.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed it aside. “For future reference, don’t destroy my clothes.” She said as she put on her panties. “Drunk, lust driven me and sober, somewhat clear headed me apparently have two different ideas of what we like.” She pulled on her shorts and headed to his dresser to grab a shirt.

“For future reference?” he asked with a hopeful voice as he got out of bed and walked over to her, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him.

She turned in his arms and walked out of his grasp. “Yes, future reference.” She said as she scooped up his boxers, threw them at him then started putting her bra on. “Obviously I’m going to break up with Tyler, especially after last night.” She pulled the shirt over her head and stuck her arms through the baggy sleeves. “I can’t believe I cheated on him.” Damon watched her pull the shirt down over her slim torso with a smile on his face. “I’m pretty sure my moral compass got chunked out the window as soon as I turned. I used to-”

Damon put his hand over her mouth to shut her up with a smile still on his face. “That moral compass of yours that I love so much is still intact.” He took his hand off of her mouth and moved his hands to rest on her hips.

“Then why do I feel like such a horrible person?” she asked, starting to calm down a little.

“Because of that compass. If you didn’t have it you wouldn’t be feeling guilty right now.” He told her then cupped her cheek in his hand. “You got drunk and you made a mistake. It happens.”

Katie sighed and rested her head on his chest. After a few second she looked back up at him. “You’re not going to say anything about the fact that I just said that I’m going to break up with Tyler?”

“Nope.” He told her with a small smile that grew into a full on bright smile that showed off his smile lines and made Katie smile too.

She shook her head at him and walked over to look at his phone on the bed side table. “Okay, I need to go get dressed.” She put his phone down and started to her room.

“No.” he pouted as he rushed up behind her and grabbed her sides, holding her to him before she could leave his room.

“I have to go back to school at some point. There’s no use in putting it off.” She replied as she took his hands off of her and opened the door revealing Stefan with his hand raised to know on it.

“Katie.” He said with a confused and curious look on his face.

“Um…Hi?” the awkwardness of Stefan finding her coming out of Damon’s room wearing Damon’s shirt caused her greeting to come out as a question. “It’s exactly what it looks like, no I don’t want to talk about it, please don’t tell Elena and I’ve got school to get to.” She said in a rush as she walked around him leaving Damon behind to deal with his brother’s backlash.

“Damon.” She heard Stefan’s warning voice.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you little brother.” Damon said in a condescending tone.

“We need to go talk to Katherine.” Stefan told Damon and Katie stopped eavesdropping.

After showering off the shame of the night before she dressed in a pair of light wash jeans, a white wife beater shirt with a pink, white and orange plaid button up over it that she buttoned half way and a pair of ankle boots with a slight heel. Her hair was almost dry by the time she finished getting dressed so she threw it up into a messy ponytail and headed down stairs.

“Do you want me to drive you to school?” Damon asked when she walked into the kitchen with a blood bag in her hand.

“And risk Tyler seeing me with you before he even knows that I’m back in town?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m good thanks.”

“Why does it matter if you’re just going to break up with him anyway?” Damon asked as he walked over and stole a sip of the blood that she was drinking straight from the bag to save time.

“Because I still care about him, Damon, and I want to let him down at gently as possible.” She said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time.

He noticed that she still hadn’t changed her background picture. “Then you might not want to let him see your phone.” She just rolled her eyes, downed the blood bag and headed for the door. “Leaving a little early aren’t you?” he asked following her to the door.

“I have to stop by my house and grab my school bag then compel my teachers before classes start.” She replied as she pulled the front door open.

“You’re going to your house?” he asked with a frown knowing how hard it was going to be for her to return to the scene of the crime.

“Yes.” She sighed as she walked over to her car and tossed her duffle bag of dirty clothes into the passenger seat. “And I’m going by myself.” She turned to face him and he opened his mouth to protest but she placed her finger of his lips. “I need to do this alone.” He frowned and looked back and forth between her green eyes. “I’ll be fine. I promise now go help Stefan figure out how to get the moonstone from Katherine.” She took her finger off of his lips and got in her car.

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She stood on the porch of her house, staring at the door as if her grandfather was standing on the other side of it, pissed at her for sneaking out again. “No one’s home!” the woman across the street yelled making Katie turn around to see the nosy neighbor lady headed her way, her yappy little tea cup poodle strolling beside her on a hot pink leash.

“I know Mrs. Ratcliffe, it’s me.” Katie inwardly groaned as she met the woman on the sidewalk. This woman had caused her to get in trouble with her grandpa on several occasions. She was the one who told her grandfather about Damon sneaking into her bedroom window.

“Katie, sweetie, where has your handsome grandfather been? I haven’t seen him in weeks.” The woman asked with a too sweet smile that made Katie want to punch her.

Instead she smiled back just as sweetly and said, “Oh, nowhere, just hanging around at the bottom of a lake while fish feed on his body.”

“W-what?” the woman stuttered, a horrified look on her old face.

Katie busted out laughing then looked into the woman’s eyes. “Forget what I said about him behind at the bottom of a lake, you know he retired and bought a motorcycle. You saw him drive away on it during the night after he shipped me off to my long lost aunt’s house. However, I’m back because I’m eighteen and he can’t make me do anything anymore and from now on you’re going to keep your nose out of my business.” The woman blinked as the compulsion sank in and she gave Katie a smile. “Have a good day Mrs. Ratcliffe.” She told the woman with a wave over her shoulder as she headed to the house, unlocked the door and went inside.

The smile faded from her face as her eyes landed on the broken glass from the tv that was scattered over the floor of the living room. She wanted to clean it up, but she knew she didn’t have time. So she went upstairs, tossed her duffle bag onto her bed, grabbed her school bag then headed back to her car.

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She was leaving her pre-calculus class when she literally bumped into Tyler. “Watch where you’re g-” he started then realized it was her that he’d ran into. “Hey, when did you get back?” he asked with a confused but somewhat happy look. “Did you get contacts?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a scratch at her nose forgetting that she no longer wore glasses. “I got in late last night.” She lied smoothly. “Sorry I didn’t call, there was no cell reception where my aunt lives.”

“No biggie, I’m just glad you’re back.” he said as he grabbed her hand and leaned in and kissed her. She forced herself to kiss him back, but he could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a frown.

“Nothing.” Katie lied again and made herself smile. “Look I still have a lot of make up work to get before class. Can we talk after school?” she asked as she let go of his hand.

“Yeah, sure.” he said with a confused nod.

“Okay, see you later.” She said then headed to the last teacher she needed to talk to, Alaric’s. The other teachers had all been compelled to give her varying grades from 90-100, but Alaric knew what she was and couldn’t be compelled.

She knocked on the open door of the classroom making him look up from the desk he was standing behind to see her standing in his doorway. “Katie.” He said unenthusiastically. She walked inside and stood in front of his desk. “I was wondering when you would be coming back.” he said as he walked over and shut the door. He gave her a disappointed look as he walked back over to her. “Caroline was back after a week, what kept you out so long?” Katie realized then that Damon and Stefan didn’t tell him everything.

“I don’t really want to answer that question.” Katie replied as she pushed the strap of her bag further up on her shoulder.

“Do I have to worry about my favorite student eating her classmates?” he asked making her crack a small smile.

“I was told teachers didn’t have favorite students.” She popped off.

“Whoever told you that is full of shit. You’re interested in your work, you do it on time, get good grades and you don’t try to kiss my ass to get better grades. You also stood up to Mayor douche bag.” He said with a roll of his eyes then gave her a look that old her to be serious. “Now answer the question.”

“No, I’m not going to eat anybody.” She answered and he gave her a look that suggested he didn’t believe her. “Damon and I-”

“Please don’t ever start a sentence with the words Damon and I.” he interrupted her.

She just rolled her eyes. “We agreed that if I started to feel too on edge or murderous that I would give him a signal and he would get me away from people. So how about if I get too overwhelmed I’ll ask to go to the bathroom to get away and get myself together or just leave if I can’t handle it.”

“I don’t know…” he drawled skeptically.

“Your class if my first one of the day. So I’ll know if I can’t handle this one I won’t be able to handle the others and I’ll unfortunately skip school again.” She reasoned.

He took in a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest like he didn’t want to agree with her. “Okay.”

“Good, now back to the main reason I came here.” She said happy to have the hard part out of the way. “What can I do to make up what I missed?”

He stared at her for a moment as he thought about it. “Just be here on time everyday, write me a paper on…I don’t care, something interesting, and I’ll forge some grades like you compelled you other teachers to.”

“Really?” she asked with a surprised smile.

“Really.” He said with a tight smile of his own. “Someone will get suspicious if the other teachers have individual grades for you and I have one make up assignment.”

Katie’s smile got bigger. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now get out of here.” He told her with a jerk of his head to the door.

She looked at her watch as she walked out of history class to see she had twenty minutes to catch up with Bonnie and Caroline who she hadn’t seen or spoken to since she got back. She found them outside in their usual before school hang out spot under a tree out front. “Hey.” Katie greeted them as she walked up.

“Hey, you’re back.” Bonnie said with a smile, surprising Katie. “How are you?”

“Good, dealing, adjusting.” Katie said with a sway of her head. “Which is a lot easier with this.” She held up her hand that she wore her ring on. “Thank you, so much, Bonnie.”

Bonnie gave her a small but genuine smile. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m guessing Stefan and Damon filled you in about Tyler?” Caroline asked and Katie nodded. “Did Stefan tell you that I told him what I am?” she asked reluctantly.

“No. Why would you do that?” Katie asked with wide eyes.

“Because he figured it out.” She answered looking ashamed. “I didn’t tell him about you. He thinks I’m the only one in town.” Katie breathed out a sigh of relief. “He said he ran into you earlier. He asked me if I knew you were back and said you were acting weird. What’s up?”

“I’m…going to break up with him after school.” Katie answered reluctantly with a scratch at the back of her neck.

“What, why?” Bonnie asked. “You two are so cute together.”

“I…just…” Katie couldn’t figure out how to finish the sentence.

“I get it.” Caroline spoke up. “I broke up with Matt because I couldn’t handle keeping secrets from him. You and Tyler have it worse…you’re both keeping secrets.” Caroline hit the nail on the head.

“What she said.” Katie pointed at Caroline to answer Bonnie’s question.

“Our relationships were doomed from the moment Katherine suffocated us.” Caroline said with a flick of her brows and a roll of her eyes.

“She suffocated you?” Katie asked.

“Mmhmm, with a pillow.” Caroline answered as the bell rang. “That’s not how she killed you?” she asked as the three of them started walking to class.

“No, she snapped my neck.” Katie answered.

“Well that was harsh.” Caroline replied then sped up, headed to a different class than Bonnie and Katie. “See you guy later.” She waved over her shoulder as she left them behind.

“I’ve been a part of some weird conversations, but I think that one takes the cake.” Bonnie said with a freaked smile as they walked into the almost empty history class making them both laugh as they took their seats.

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After school Tyler met Katie at her car, a pissed off look on his face as he walked over to where she stood with her door open. “Are you going to break up with me?” he asked stopping a few feet away from her.

“What?” Katie asked shocked that he somehow knew.

“Tiki told he she over heard you telling Caroline and Bonnie that you were going to break up with me after school.” He told her with flared nostrils.

“I hate her.” Katie sighed as she rested her head on her arm that rested on the door.

“Is it true?” he asked not giving up on getting an answer.

Katie picked her head up and looked at him, fighting hard to keep her emotions at bay. “I know at the hospital after the…” she paused and took a deep breath, “the ultrasound that I said we were good, but…we’re not.”

“Do you blame me?” he asked with an accusatory look.

“No.” she shook her head and he looked at her like he didn’t believe her. “No I don’t, Tyler. I don’t blame any one.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he asked with a glare. “We lost a baby that neither of us needed. Big deal, so what?”

Katie hugged herself and started banging the toe of her shoe down into the pavement of the parking lot. “I needed it, Tyler.” Her voice cracked as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I didn’t want to be a teenage mom, no one does, but that baby would have been the only person on this planet to love me unconditionally no matter what I did or mistakes I made.” All anger fell from his face. “And every time I think about being with you all I can feel is the pain of what I lost, what we…lost.” He just stared at her with wide eyes of realization. “So I’m sorry, but yes…it’s true.”

Tyler watched in shock as she got in her car and drove off.

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She managed to hold herself together until she got into her house, then she pressed her back against the door and let it all come out as she slid down it. Eventually, after about an hour of sitting there wallowing in self pity, the putrid smell of unwashed dishes that had been sitting in a hot house made its way into her senses and she pulled herself up from the floor. With a new goal to take her mind off of things she turned on the big stereo in the living room and started cleaning the house.

In four hours time not a speck of dust was left in the house, the dishes were washed and put away and all the clothes had been washed, folded and put away. She was packing a bag to bring to the boarding house, thinking about packing up her grandfathers things when she remembered that when her grandfather moved in he didn’t touch the things in the basement. So she finished packing her bag then headed down to the basement.

Boxes upon boxes were stacked all the way up to the low ceiling of the dark room. She made her way through the maze until she reached the light in the middle of the ceiling and pulled the string illuminating the dusty space. She new that the version of her in her dreams had a thick Irish accent so she started looking for boxes of her Irish father’s family photo albums or any kind of family history. Thankfully they were all labeled and after forty five minutes of wiping dust off of cardboard she finally found one labeled “Finnegan Family Photos and Such.” She un-stacked the boxes, took it out and carried it up to the living room.

She was half way through the box of photo books and lose photos when she came across a folder with really old sketches of people inside. She was going through them when she saw herself. The woman from her dreams was drawn beautifully in black and white along side the little boy from her dreams and a man she had never seen before. She flipped it over to see if it said who the people were to find a date along with the names. “1835, Ronan Finnegan with wife Hannah Easton-Finnegan and son Jonah Finnegan.” She read aloud then turned the paper back over staring at the woman’s face that was, but wasn’t her own.

She jumped when the front door opened and Damon walked in. “What are you doing?” he asked looking around at the pictures scattered all over the coffee table and sofa.

“Research.” She answered as she put the old drawing on the end table and started picking up her mess.

“That doesn’t sound fun.” He said as he started helping her.

“There’s nothing fun about my life anymore.” She sighed not looking at him, but the things she was putting back into the box.

“Tell me about it.” he said with a grunt as he moved things off of the couch, stuck them in the box then sat down kicking his feet up on the table.

“Hey, watch it. That’s my ancestors you’re putting your dirty shoes all over.” She complained as she slapped his feet for him to move them.

“Your ancestors?” he asked curiously as he sat up and watched her put the last of the pictures in the box. He reached in and picked up a sepia picture of a woman in a Victorian style dress with her boobs pushed up way too high by a corset. “She’s hot.”

“Really, those big boobs doin’ it for ya?” she asked with a glare across her shoulder at him.

“Hey, seems like they run in the family.” He told her with a look down at her chest that caused her to punch him. “Ouch, that actually kind of hurt.” He scolded her as he rubbed his arm.

She took the picture from him and tossed it in the box before she closed it. “You think she’s hot, tell me what you think about,” she reached over him and grabbed the drawing off of the end table, “her.” she handed it to him.

“Whoa, that’s not creepy at all.” He said with a look at her with creased brows and wide eyes. “Who is this?”

“Hannah Easton-Finnegan.” Katie answered. “Past life me.” She said as she picked up the box and headed to the basement. “Rose was right about the past life me being one of my ancestors.”

"So you really buy in to all this reincarnation crap?" He asked as she put the box near where she found it.

"I don’t have any other explanation for that picture or the fact that I've never seen Hannah and Elijah before yet somehow I see them in my dreams every night." She said as she headed to the stairs then into the living room.

"Should I be jealous of Elijah?" He asked a little freaked.

"No. Why would you?" She asked as she grabbed her duffle bag and threw the strap over her shoulder.

"Because you dream about him every night." He answered as if it was the obvious one.

"You have nothing to worry about. I promise." She grabbed the picture and headed for the door. "How did you know I was here?" Katie asked changing the subject.

"I saw the light on when I was leaving Elena's." He answered.

"What were you doing at Elena's?" She asked curiously.

"It's a long story." He told her as he opened the door and jerked his head at it telling her to go first. "I'll fill you in when we get home." He told her as they walked out and to their cars.

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Katie sat on the couch in the boarding house living room with her legs tucked up beside her. "So because the heartless bitch told Elena that Klaus will kill everyone she loves if we keep him from breaking the curse, Elena tried to turn herself over to him?" She asked and Damon hummed a positive answer from where he stood in front of the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand. "And while you were off rescuing her, Jeremy got the moonstone out of the tomb, but Katherine got Jeremy and Stefan got stuck inside the tomb getting Jeremy out."

"Yyyep." He popped the p at the end of the word.

"Is it just me or are the Gilberts incredibly stupid?" Katie asked.

"It’s not just you." He answered then turned from the fireplace to look at her. "So how was your day?"

"Everything I have to say is going to sound like child’s play compared to your day." She said with a sigh as she got up and took the empty glass from his hand.

"Tell me anyway." He said as she refilled his glass and poured her a drink of her own.

"I spent the morning compelling my teachers to forge me good grades." She started as she walked over and handed him his glass.

"What about Alaric?" He asked knowing he couldn't be compelled.

"He forged my grades, but assigned me a research project to make up for it." She explained then took a sip of her drink. "After that I caught up with Caroline and Bonnie and that went better than I thought it would. But after school I was confronted by Tyler who was pissed."

"Why was he pissed?" He asked then took a sip of his drink.

"Tiki, a senior that I'm on the cheer team with, overheard me telling the girls that I was going to break up with him after school." She explained.

"What a bitch!" Damon scoffed exaggeratedly making Katie smile a little.

"Yeah, so I basically told him that being with him after losing the baby was too painful and I couldn’t be with him anymore. Which is true so it’s not like I lied, but..." she downed her drink. Damon took the glass from her, cutting her off for the night.

"I know that was hard for you," he said as walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips, "but can I just say how ecstatic I am that you are free to be with me without feeling like shit about it?" He picked her up.

She laughed and wrapped her legs around him out of instinct. "I would prefer you show me." She told him with a smile and a flick of her brow.

He kissed her and walked forward, pressing her back against the wall next to the fireplace as he moved his hands to her jeans covered thighs, holding her legs around him. She gripped his neck with one hand while the other slid up into his hair as he kissed and nibbled on her neck.

“We’re the only ones home, right?” she asked in a huff and Damon hummed a positive answer. “Good.” She whooshed then over to the couch, straddling his hips as she tore open his black button up shirt and started kissing his chest, collarbones and neck.

When he’d had all he could take of teasing each other with strategically placed kisses he whooshed them over to lay in the ornate rug in front of the fire place.

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They laid on the rug, covered with only a thin throw blanket. One of his hands played with her hair while the other absentmindedly rubbed her arm that laid on his chest. “So are we telling people about us now?” he asked quietly.

“Might as well. It’s not like either of us can manage to keep our hands off each other.” she answered with a look up at him. “Just…no PDA if Tyler’s around, at least for a couple of weeks. I don’t want to be inconsiderate.”

“Okay.” He told her quietly. “I know you’re probably tired of me asking, but how are you on the whole ‘I’m tired of being afraid’ front?”

“Getting better.” She answered as she pulled her phone out to see what time it was. “I’m still scared of the repercussions of keeping Elena from being sacrificed, and what this whole reincarnation thing means, but I think my whole getting-it-all-out-session with you last night really helped. Not that I’m happy about the way it happened or the timing.” She said as she moved to straddle him not caring that she was nude in the middle of the living room. “And as horrible as this is going to sound, breaking up with Tyler felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest.”

Damon just brushed her hair out of her face and sat up. “We’re naked in the middle of the living room.” he pointed out with a cheeky smile, changing the subject.

“Would you prefer us be naked elsewhere?” she asked with a look around the empty house.

“Your friends tend to let themselves in unannounced, so…” he said making Katie realize she really didn’t want to be walked in on.

“Right. Then let’s relocate.” She stood up and held her hand out to him so he grabbed it and stood up, draping the throw blanket across her shoulders.

It didn’t take long after their heads hit the pillows for them to fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

~*Dreaming*~

She kneeled in the forest gathering kindling. The evening sun bounced off her copper curls making it look as if flames were engulfing her head. Her 8 year old son Jonah stood at her side, weakly holding onto her shoulder.

A twig snapped close by causing her to look up, her green eyes wide with fear. Wolves had attacked their cabin the night before, killing her sister and injuring her son. However instead of a wolf her fearful gaze landed on a handsome man with kind hazel eyes. "Hello." He told her as he held his hands where she could see them. "Please, do not be afraid of me."

Her gaze turned skeptical as she slowly stood and pushed her son protectively behind her back.

"Do you speak English?"

"Yes." she replied meekly, keeping a hand on the sweaty, pail, blond headed boy behind her.

"Your boy, he is hurt." She said nothing but gave him a nod. "I need sustenance and shelter. If you provide, I will heal your boy."

"I don't have much." she replied. Her Irish accent thick in her words.

"If you help me," she took in how weak he looked. "I'll help your son and get you more food." He told her taking a step closer to her, making her take a step back.

"Help my son first." She told him sternly.

"If you would kindly show me to your home I will heal him there." He told her in his naturally softer spoken voice.

She nodded then motioned to him. "Your name?"

"Elijah." He told her with a polite nod and small smile.

"I’m Hannah this is Jonah." She placed her hand on her sons back. "Come." She jerked her head for him to follow her. She led him to a small two room cabin and opened the wooden door for the boy and went inside then held the door open for him. When he didn't come in she spoke again, "Please, come inside."

Only then did he come inside and let her shut the door behind him. "Jonah, do you speak English?" Elijah asked and the ill boy who sat in a wooden chair at a small dining table with a very infected bite on his forearm nodded, sweat pouring down his forehead. "What I am going to ask of you will be undesirable, but I need you to do as I say. Understand?" Elijah asked as he sat down across from him.

"Yes, sir." Jonah answered weakly.

"Do you have a cup?" Elijah asked turning to Hannah. She nodded and handed him a metal cup. They watched as Elijah cut his wrist, blood dripped slowly into the cup, filling it a fourth of the way before the cut healed. "Drink." He pushed the cup across the table to the child. Jonah looked to his mother with wide eyes. Elijah followed his gaze to Hannah. "You have my word, it will heal him."

Knowing that they had nothing to loose, Hannah nodded to her son. "Do as he says, Jonah." The boy took the cup and gulped it down with a disgusted expression. They all watched as the nasty, infected bite on his arm slowly healed until it was gone completely. "What kind of sorcery is this?" Hannah asked, backing up until her hips hit the unlit wood burning stove behind her.

Elijah just looked Jonah in the eyes. "Go to the room and rest." Jonah nodded and went to the only other room in the cabin and shut the door behind him. Only then did Elijah look to the wide eyed Hannah. "I was told by a woman in the nearby training post that you are kind and accepting of those who are different."

"Fiona sent you?" She asked, shocked that her friend, a witch, had sent this man her way. "You're a witch?"

"No. I am a vampire." He corrected her politely.

"I don’t know what that is." She told him not moving from where she stood.

"It means I am strong, fast, and I can control the minds of humans." He told her. "But all of that is weakened if I don’t have sustenance." Hannah grabbed a wooden bowl, set it on the table and took off the white cloth that covered it, revealing three small biscuits. "food is not the substance I require."

"Then what do you require?" She asked confused yet intrigued by him.

"Your blood." He answered as be covered the biscuits back up.

"My blood?" She asked with raised brows.

He saw no judgment in her eyes, just intrigue and a touch of fear. "You may cut yourself and fill a cup, but I would prefer to bite you as it lowers your risk of infection."

"You want to bite me?" She finally walked over and sat down across the table from him. "Fiona didn't send you here to pull my leg did she?"

"I assure you this is no joke." He told her.

Hannah thought about the deal they had made. She was low on food and money and hadn't seen a deer in weeks. Elijah had said he would get them food if she helped him and he had already healed Jonah. She had no reason to not believe him. So realizing her only options were to help this man and trust that he would get them food or die of starvation she stood up and walked around the table. "I trust you will not take what you need then leave us to starve?" She asked with raised brows.

"I am a man of my word." Somehow she could tell he was telling the truth. So she held her wrist out to him. "This is going to hurt." He warned her as the whites of his eyes turned red and veins protruded from the skin around his eyes. "My apologies." He sank his teeth into her wrist causing her to wince from the pain and squeeze her eyes shut.

~*End Of Dream*~

She woke with a sharp breath only to realize that she wasn’t in the cabin anymore, but in bed with Damon. With a sigh she let her head fall back onto the pillow. This dream was different than all the others and it felt different. Mostly because she remembered every detail about this one now that she was awake and the funny feeling was back in her stomach. Absentmindedly she placed her hand over her flat stomach. “You okay over there?” Damon asked making her jump.

“Yeah.” She answered quietly as she turned onto her side and propped her head up with her hand. “Just had a different dream is all.”

“Ugh,” he groaned really not liking her dreams. “It wasn’t another dirty one was it?”

“You’re so jealous.” She shook her head with a smile. “No. It was about the first time Elijah and I met. Apparently I had a friend who was a witch and she sent him to me for help.”

“Why kind of help?” he asked skeptically, like he wanted to know, but didn’t at the same time.

“He needed blood. Fiona, the witch friend of mine, knew I had an open mind and sent him to me.” She explained.

“And did you give him your blood?” he asked remembering how intimate it was when he would feed on her.

“My son had a very bad infection from a wolf bite so Elijah and I made a deal. If he saved my son I would give him sustenance. He specifically never said he needed food. I get the feeling he’s the kind of man who makes sure his deals and promises have no loopholes. I saw no other options so yes, I did. He bit my wrist and I woke up.”

“None of that surprises me.” He said with a roll if his eyes. “But I’m not going to lie, that sounds a lot like you and me. You and Elijah made a deal that benefited your son in exchange for blood. You and me made a deal that benefited your friend, in exchange for blood. Sound similar?”

“I need to stop telling you my dreams.” She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.

“No, I want you to.” He turned onto his side and started absentmindedly trailing his fingertips over her body sending tingles through her skin wherever he touched.

“Why?” she asked sliding her hand over his lightly freckled shoulder and arm.

“Because…no secrets, no lies, remember?” he asked and she rolled over, pushing him onto his back as she straddled him. “Besides, I want to know everything I can about my enemy.” He placed his hand on her thighs, rubbing them with his thumbs. She took a deep breath and looked at him like she wanted to tell him something but didn’t know if she should. “What?”

“I have a theory about all of this Elijah crap I’m feeling.” She told him as she stared at her hands that roamed his chest. “When I had that dream in the car, it was the first time I’d had a dream that didn’t end with me getting my head ripped off. I was close to Elijah when that happened because he was in that house with Elena, Rose and Trevor. Then at the coffee shop I could literally feel that he was near me.”

He grabbed her hands off of his chest to get her attention. “What are you getting at?”

She placed his hand on her sides. “I can tell when he’s near, that can be useful. I just don’t know exactly how close he has to be before I feel something.”

“You had a new dream this morning.” He pointed out and Katie nodded.

“And a slight odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.” She added. “So I think he’s at least in town.” She fell down, placing her hand on each side of his head and kissed his nose. “And considering Elena has been doing everything she can to be sacrificed, I’d say that’s some good information to have.”

“You’re right. It is good information to have.” He told her then rolled them over. “Now shut up and kiss me.” She slowly lifted her head and brushed her lips across his then started kissing his shoulder. “You’re such a tease.” He complained and squeezed her side making her squeal then bust out laughing

“No, no, no.” she laughed, squirming under him as he continued to tickle her. “No fair, I haven’t found your ticklish spot yet.” He kept tickling her, loving the sound of her girlish laugh. “Damon, stop it.”

He stopped his assault on her sides and looked into her eyes. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?” With a whoosh she rolled them over letting the blood rush to her eyes as she pinned him down. “That doesn’t scare me.” He told her and she could practically see the lust cloud his eyes.

She leaned down and ran over fangs over the skin of his neck. “It wasn’t supposed to.” She whispered in his ear as she felt her fangs disappear.

He rolled them back over now pinning her down, “God I love you.” he whispered before he started kissing her.

He had moved to kissing her chest when his phone chimed. “Ignore it.” she urged but he pulled away and rolled over to grab it off of the bedside table.

“I can’t. Stefan made me promise to protect the suicidal doppelganger. So I’m meeting with Bonnie and to figure out a way to keep her from doing anything stupid.” he told her as he checked his messages. “Bonnie’s here, we should probably get dressed.”

“Ugh…if I have to.” She complained as she rolled out of bed then stood up. “Um…my clothes are still in the living room…”

“Well then I’m pretty sure Bonnie knows we’re together again. I told her we’d meet her in the living room.” he told her as he grabbed a button up shirt out of his drawer and a pair of boxer shorts and tossed them to her.

“That’s not exactly how I wanted my friends to find out about us.” she said with an embarrassed smile as she pulled on his clothes while he too started getting dressed. “I’m going skip the save Elena from herself plan making if that’s okay. I’m going to get my job at the grill back.”

“Why?” he asked with a disapproving tone.

“Because unlike you my family wasn’t rich. I have bills to pay and currently no income.” She pointed out as she grabbed the doorknob.

“Don’t you think you should stay here considering Elijah is most likely in town?” He asked as he walked over to her as he pulled a black t-shirt over his head.

“I can’t put my life on hold because of him.” She replied as she pulled the bedroom door open. “The more normal things I do the more normal I will feel.”

“Okay, but if you get into trouble-”

“I’ll call you.” she interrupted him then headed to her room

A few minutes later she came down stairs to see that Damon had cleared the living room of their clothes and Bonnie and Jeremy sat in the living room talking with Damon about trapping Elena in her house. “Hey.” Bonnie said when she saw her. “Damon said you’re getting your job back at the grill?” She asked as Katie walked in with a black coffee tumbler of blood in her hand.

“Yep.” She answered then took a drink.

“Just a little warning,” Bonnie said as she stood up to talk to Katie face to face, “Caroline is meeting Tyler there later and she said he is very upset with you.”

“Great.” Katie sighed then pulled her car keys out of her pocket and put her cell phone in it. “Thanks for the warning. Let me know if you guys need help with suicide watch.” She told them then headed to the door.

She was about to open it when she felt Damon behind her a second before she felt him grab her hand and pulled her back into him. She smiled and turned in his arms. He kissed her then stepped back and opened the door for her. “Have a good day.”

She kissed him again and pressed the button on her keys to unlock her doors. “I love you too by the way.”

TVDTVDTVD

She had compelled the manager to give her back her old job and she was working the bar when Caroline walked over to her. “Hey, how are you?” she asked in her always sweet voice.

“Good.” Katie answered with a nod. “I’m also wishing people would stop asking me that.” She told her light heartedly. “How’s Tyler? I know the full moon’s tonight.”

“He’s freaking out.” She answered quietly. “We found Mason’s journal and a recording he made of his first transformation. It was…awful. I mean you can’t imagine the pain that Tyler is going to have to go through tonight.”

“I wish there was something I could do.” Katie thought out loud as she stared down at her hands that were fiddling with a rag, hating that Tyler was having to go though unimaginable pain.

“You could’ve been there for him, Katie.” Caroline replied in an accusatory tone that made Katie frown up at her. “No one was stopping you from telling him the truth and being there for him. Matt doesn’t know about the supernatural, I couldn’t tell him. But you could’ve told Tyler.” Katie felt the prickles of guilt stabbing into her chest.

“I thought you understood why I had to break up with him.” Katie pointed out getting defensive.

“I’ve thought a lot about it and realized that it’s because you both had secrets that it could’ve worked for you.” Caroline explained. “Instead you threw him aside for Damon.”

“Who told you?” Katie asked holding back tears.

“You just did.” She answered then turned around and walked over to a table.

Not long after that Tyler walked in with a black duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. When his eyes found Katie he gave her his signature pissed off look making her turn her eyes down to the bar. Knowing she shouldn’t she trained her ears on him and Caroline. “This girl mason knows stopped by the house.” He told Caroline quietly. “She said he never made it back to Florida. My moms freaking out and she was on the phone with your mom when I left.” Katie looked up at them meeting eyes with Caroline who probably guess that she’s be listening. “We should probably get going.” Tyler told her then cast one more mean glare at Katie before he left.

Katie pulled her phone out of her pocket and relayed what Tyler said to Damon. Not long after she texted him he showed up at the grill. “Here.” Damon handed her a bag of tiny yellow flower petals.

“What’s this?” she asked as she took it.

“Wolfsbane.” He answered. “The vervain of werewolves.” He answered as he leaned his forearms on the bar.

“So why are you giving it to me?” she asked as she stuck it in her front pocket.

“If the woman asking for mason shows up, slip it in her drink when I tell you to. Alaric and I will handle the rest.” He told her and she looked over at Alaric who gave her a wave.

“Okay, will do.” She said not liking that she was getting pulling into doing dirty work, but she couldn’t avoid it forever. “Working here was never boring after you showed up.” He just smiled and headed over to Alaric and she got back to work.

She was waiting on a customer when she saw a blond that she didn’t recognize walk in and ask Matt if he knew Tyler. After she got her answer she went over to the bar and ordered a drink from the new bartender that seemed to be a lot less flaky than their past bartenders. So Katie didn’t get to slip the wolfsbane into her first drink. When she was done waiting on the people who needed waiting on she headed back over to the bar and managed to discretely compel the bartender to get lost for an hour so she could take his place.

When she was almost finished with her first drink Alaric came over pretending to be drunk and ordered a drink for the woman so Katie could mix in the herb while Damon came over and distracted her. Eventually Alaric left Damon to his flirting and information fishing while Katie pretended to work while listening in on them. Just when she thought Damon had convinced Jules to drink the drink that Katie had mixed for her she smelled the wolfsbane and slammed the glass down. “You fool.” Damon gave Katie and Alaric a look that said they’d lost. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“What do you want with Mason Lockwood?” Damon asked now getting to the point as Katie moseyed over, pretending to wipe down the bar.

“He’s my friend.” Jules replied.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you that you probably won’t find him.” Damon told her with a sneer.

“And why not?” Jules asked with an attitude.

“You should leave town.” Damon told her.

She scoffed, “Are you threatening me on a full moon? How stupid are you?” Jules asked before Alaric came over.

“Damon, how ‘bout that second round?” he asked trying to diffuse things.

“I think we’re done here, Ric.” Damon told him angrily as Jules stood up and Damon turned back to her. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“No, I don’t. That’s your vampire arrogance. You should be.” She told him getting in his face. “I sniffed you out the moment I entered this bar.” She turned her eyes to Katie, “you too along with your pathetic wolfsbane.” She then looked over her shoulder at Ric. “See, I’ve been at this a long time. And any other night of the month, the situation would be reversed, but tonight…is not the night to pick a fight with me.” She grabbed her clutch off of the bar and looked Damon up and down. “You’ve been marked.” She left the grill.

“You’ve been marked?” Katie asked with a look between Damon and Alaric. “I wonder if she knows how stupid that sounds.”

“You stay here.” Damon told her getting a raised browed salute from Katie as he stormed out with Alaric on his tail. Katie tuned her ears in on him as he did. “Where is she?” Damon asked as they walked out.

“Let it go, Damon. Don’t be stupid.” Alaric told him.

“What, I’m supposed to let her just get away?” he asked. “You’ve been marked. What the hell kind of wolf throw down crap is that anyway?” Damon ranted.

“Damon, look up. Just look up.” Alaric practically yelled at him. “If this werewolf stuff is true, one bite and you’re dead. One. Bite. Alright? Don’t risk it. Just get Katie, go home, lock your doors and we’ll deal with it in the morning.”

“Yeah.” She heard Damon answer so she went into the back, found her manager and compelled her to let her go for the night. She met Damon in the front. “You were listing to us weren’t you?”

“Eavesdropping is easy to do without meaning to.” She answered with a shrug as they walked outside.

TVDTVDTVD

They walked into the boarding house and locked the door behind them and were about to head to his room when he stopped making her stop and realize that some one was there. “You feelin’ any weird vibes over there?” he asked her over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not Elijah if that’s what you’re asking.” Katie answered before they headed to the library where they found Rose sitting at the desk.

“You’re back?” Katie asked with skeptical eyes.

“Didn’t mean to just drop in, but Damon wouldn’t answer his phone and I don’t have anyone else’s number.” Rose defended herself.

“What do you want?” Damon asked as he leaned on the archway of the library entrance and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” Rose answered.

“Just admit it. You don’t have anywhere else to go.” Damon said making Katie give him a look that told him to be nice. The woman had been on the run for who knows how long, it wasn’t her fault she never had the chance to settle down somewhere.

“I’m sorry about Elena.” She told them as she walked over to them. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t know she had a death wish. But I called you. I tried to make it right, okay?” Damon looked like he was considering letting her stay. “I’m sorry, Damon.” He just looked at her like he was still thinking. “And I…have no where else to go.” She added with a small smile.

Damon didn’t say anything so Katie spoke up. “Well, I don’t have a say on if you can stay here, but if he doesn’t let you I have place you can crash.”

Rose was about to say something when they heard glass break in the living room and they ran there to see that a window had been broken. They could hear the growl of a wolf, but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Damon grabbed a sword off the wall and started walking around cautiously. Before either Katie or Damon could see it standing next to Damon about to attack him, Rose yelled his name and pushed him out of the way, getting attacked instead.

Katie sped over to the wolf that was biting Rose’s neck and kicked it as hard as she could in the side sending it flying off of Rose to tumble across the floor before it sped out of the broken window. Damon and Katie both went to Rose’s side as she sat up. “How bad is it?” Damon asked looking at the large gash on her shoulder.

“It hurts.” Rose replied as she looked down at it then back to Rose.

“It’s healing.” Katie pointed out with a wide eyed look between the two of them.

“Oh my god. I thought a werewolf bite was fatal. I thought….” Rose started crying from both trauma and relief as Katie and Damon shared a relived look.

“It’s alright.” He soothed her as he hugged the crying Rose. “You’re gonna be okay.” Katie reached out and rubbed her back, not knowing what else to do.

When she stopped crying Katie convinced her that a shower to get all the wolf slobber off of her would make her feel better. While she did that, Katie and Damon waited for her on the couch in the library. “Was that Tyler or Jules?” Katie asked as she looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap.

“Pretty sure it was Jules.” Damon answered then looked at Katie where she leaned on his side with his arm wrapped around her. “Why would Tyler come after us?”

“Because he’s really pissed at me.” Katie didn’t look at him, but down at the drink in her hands.

“I don’t like the guy, but I don’t think he would purposely hurt you.” he said looking down at her guilty face.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me at The Grill today.” She said still not looking at him. “Will you do me a favor and call Caroline to see if Tyler got out?”

“She’s your friend, why don’t you do it?” he asked making her finally look at him.

“We kind of got into a disagreement about me breaking up with Tyler. I don’t really feel like dealing with her at the moment.” Katie answered so Damon pulled out his phone and called Caroline.

“It was Jules, not Tyler. He was locked up all night.” He told her as he put his phone away. “So this wasn’t your fault. It was mine.” Rose walked into the library wearing a red silk robe. “I talked to Caroline. She said Tyler was all locked up.” He told her as she sat down in the armchair.

“So… it was Jules. The other werewolf, the one who attacked you.” she confirmed.

“Yeah.” Damon said as he reached behind the couch and grabbed a decanter and an empty glass. “I’m sorry. I picked a fight with her.” he handed the glass to her and poured her a drink. “She was coming after me.”

“All’s well that ends well.” Rose said with a shrug then took a drink.

“So how’s the bite, all heal up?” Katie asked curiously.

“Yeah.” She said with a nod. “Seems that way.”

“Rose, uh,” Katie and Rose both looked at Damon, waiting for him to say whatever it is he was trying to so awkwardly say, “I’m happy that the legend was fake.”

“Me too.” Katie said as she stood up and threw back her drink. “Maybe they made it up to keep us away. Kind of like they did with the whole silver thing.” She thought out loud as she walked around the couch and set her glass down.

“Maybe.” Rose replied to Katie then looked at Damon. “You never told me if I could stay. Seems like you guys could use my help with this whole Elena madness.”

Damon looked at Katie. “Don’t look at me, your house your say.” She told him as she walked around to stand between him and Rose at the end of the couch.

“You’re welcome to stay.” He told Rose and smiled at Katie.

“Welcome to the team.” Katie told Rose as she set her hand on the shoulder that had been bitten and Rose flinched. “What’s wrong?”

“That hurt.” Rose looked at Katie, confused as she pulled down the side of her robe revealing her skin that was eroding away where she had been bitten. “Oh, no.” Rose sighed as the three of them shared worried looks.

TVDTVDTVD

After doing what few things they could think of for Rose until morning, Damon and Katie headed to his room. He gave her a confused look when she stopped at his door. “What are you doing?” he asked walking back over to her.

“I’m going to sleep in my own room tonight.” She answered knowing he wouldn’t like it. “As much as I love waking up with you, I still need time to myself…to just…be alone for a bit.” She told him.

He stuck his bottom lip out like a pouting little kid making her laugh. “Please don’t make me sleep alone.” He begged making her smile and shake her head.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She told him and shoved him into his room, still with the pouty look on his face as she turned away from him.

She was headed down the hall from Damon’s room to hers when she started to get the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Instead of doing what she knew she should have done and run to Damon, she followed the feeling to her room and opened the door. She didn’t see Elijah sitting in her desk chair until she walked inside and flipped on the light. “Oh my god.” She jumped and started to whoosh the room but he whooshed in front of her.

“I would not advise that.” He told her with a smirk on his face.

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knullanon · 3 years

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So if it's not to much to ask can I get yan platonic ra's, Talia, and still in the league of assassin's damian #56.

# my beloved as well

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at first when i saw the song i did not get vibes at all but then i listened to it and i was like bro i got an idea. thank u. also these are still open so if yall got anything to send in... pls do im bored. this is literally making me write more than i ever have written. idk why it just does.

xanny - billie eilish

you really hated the smell of smoke. you didn’t know why- you never knew anyone who smoked, you never had any bad experiences with it, but you just hated the smell. you never knew why but it just irritated you to no end.

anyway, that wasn’t why you were here in the strange part of your town. you were here to hang out with your new friend, damian, he had said his name was. funny enough, he used to hate you, and actually tried to attack you when you both first met. he thought you were another smoker in the area.

however, he soon found out you were running from some school bully. you were a teenager, and yet, your short ass couldn’t do shit to a 6″ tall guy. which is why damian scared him off, by kicking in his teeth. you saw the damage the next day at school: he wasn’t gonna bother you again.

and that’s how your friendship started.

at first, it was rocky. he only saw you every other day, and it was usually a very cold interaction every time. and then you brought him some leftover food. and he scarfed it down. for a guy with the moves of an assassin, he really was thin. when you asked, he simply said he didn’t have enough money to get food. so, every time you met, you would give him food.

he was almost grateful every time as well. then he started to get closer, and closer, and well, that’s how you ended up keeping a secret about him murdering some random guy.

of course, you hadn’t meant to see him do it, you were just too early. way too early. you had wanted to surprise him at the top of the building where the two of you met, and so you had gone and spent your money to get a batch of those really good pastries and little snacks from the liquor store. as you were walking past the stairs, you had to cover your nose from the open dumpster that you usually passed. it smelled worse than usual.

which is... strange. usually it was closed. damian said the people living around the area hated it when it was open, which was understandable. and then, while you were walking past it, you had the sudden feeling to get out of the way. so you quickened your steps.

only to hear something crunch right to the ground.

when you looked down, you saw blood running away from you, from the back of your heels to your toes. and it was still flowing. turning around, you saw a dead man that had seemingly fallen from the sky. you looked up only to see-

is that fucking damian?

you didn’t even try to see whatever else was there, you just kept on running. unfortunately, you didn’t see how much blood had gotten onto your shoes. bloody footprints weren’t easy to clean, of course, but they were extremely easy to track.

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you didn’t stop until you got home. fortunately, your things were in your backpack since you had brought more than usual. looking into the living room, you saw alcohol and beer bottles strewn about in the living room.

at least they didn’t hear you coming home.

you walked up to your room and closed the door quietly before beginning to remove your coat. you tried to think that what you saw was just a joke, was just something your mind made up out of paranoia, and for a minute, you thought it was true.

and then you took off your shoes. still bloody.

fuck.

you slowly turned to look at the ground, and fortunately, there wasn’t any blood. it must’ve all gotten on the sidewalk-

oh wait. the dead man falling from the roof actually happened.

and was it really damian who threw it?

you weren’t feeling as good as you thought you would be.

you stopped thinking when you heard you phone chime. oh shit, damian!

you rushed over and opened the text only to see that yes, it was damian who had texted you

Hey, I’ve been waiting for a while for you here. Where are you?

well now you really feel like a piece of shit. stupid paranoia. making you ruin your friendships.

omg im so sorry!! its just been a long day, and i forgot to tell you im not feeling too well. i dont think i’ll be able to make it.

while you did feel like a shithead for doing this, you really didn’t want to have to explain why you didn’t feel ok going outside. and the blood on your shoes did not help anything.

Are you ok? Do you need me to come over?

you were about to say ok, but then you remembered your parents were downstairs. not a good thing to have with friends over.

i wish. my parents are downstairs and they aren’t welcoming of guests, and ur also a boy. no offense, but i would get my ass handed to me.

you were about to shut off your phone when the door started to knock. getting up off your bed, you wandered over to see who it was, since your parents definitely weren’t the kinds of people you wanted to see standing at the door, when you heard the door bust down.

“_____, what the fuck are you doing-”

nothing else made you want to jump outside the window and run. however, you saw damian already in your room.

“damian! what the fuck, dude!”

you tried to rush to the window, but he blocked your escape. “dude, what are you doing? we have to go!”

he shifted uncomfortably, and said, “sorry, _____, but both my grandfather and my mother wanted to meet you.”

“I- bitch, you have parents?!” turning around, you saw a tall man in your doorway. he almost reached the top of it.

he gave a small nod, to you or Damian you didn’t know. “Hello, _____ I have been told much about you.”

There was a woman standing behind him, and suddenly she walked towards you with something in her hand.

“We hope you will like your new home.”

#dad!ra's al ghul #🌹 anon

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years

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Just Like You - Kenny McCormick(South Park)

I wrote this a really long time ago when I was obsessed with South Park. I don’t know why lmao, but here it is.

Warning: Also wrote this when I was an edgy teen™, so cringe and possible trigger warning.

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Welp, today’s the day...

New town. New house. New school.

My parents had gotten a better job offer here in this little town of South Park, much to my dismay. I love traveling, but moving from a large city in New York to a small mountain town in Colorado is a lot.

It should be interesting though, more opportunities that I’ve never gotten before. Although, I still have to go to school. The local South Park high school.

I put on my outfit for school and wear my black coat over it. It seems to always snow here, only on rare occasions it gets warm. I run downstairs and grab a piece of toast my mother made from the kitchen. I find a note on the counter.

Have a good first day of school, hon. Try to make some friends, and yes, that means being nice to people. Your father and I will not be back until tomorrow morning, so keep those memories of your first day in you head until we can hear about it. Love you!

My mother is a freak, I love her, but she’s a freak. I’m surprised my father has a job with all the day drinking he does. It helps him get work done, I guess.

I walk to school still eating my buttered toast. Approaching the school, I take in its features. It’s an ugly yellow color. Although, I think all bright colors are ugly. I walk in the school and all eyes are on me. I pretend not to notice. I get my class schedule and such from the receptionist and make my way towards my locker.

“You must be new. I think I would’ve recognized an ass that fine before.” A brunette says to me. I roll my eyes and huff.

“As a matter of fact, I am new. I was hoping for something better than a lame catcall on my first day, but at least you tried.” I said and patted him on the shoulder. He glared, tears filling in his eyes, and stomped off.

I bet he’s never been rejected in his entire life, poor soul.

I walk into my first class and immediately get called on. “Well, hello there! You must be the new student. Y/N right? Well, I’m Mr. Garrison and this here is my little friend Mr. Hat. Say hello Mr. Hat!”

Okay...already creeped the fuck out. Something about his southern accent and oh yeah, his fucking creepy ass puppet just rubs me the wrong way.

“Now, please, go take a seat. Wait...are you a troublemaker?” He asks.

“Oh no. Not at all, sir.” I lie. It’s easy to lie. I have a natural talent for it.

“Oh alright, I guess you can sit next to Kenny. That boy in the orange coat. You can keep him in check.”

Will do, you creepy old fuck.

I take my seat next to the blonde haired boy. He’s kinda cute actually. After class a group of boys came up to me, including that Kenny kid.

“Hi, new kid! Just thought we’d introduce ourselves. I’m Kyle. This here’s Stan, Cartman, and Kenny.” The redhead said.

“Holy shit, look at those tits!”

“Cartman!” Kyle scolded.

“Well, first off. It’s Y/N, not new kid. And nice to meet you too...I guess.” I said and walked off.

Yeah, I don’t have great people skills. My harshness has pushed people away. I’m trying to work on it. But determined from what the fatass said I probably don’t wanna be friends with those dudes.

Off to lunch, finally. Hopefully the lunch here is better than the ones at my old school. I took my tray and looked around the lunchroom. Everyone in groups or pairs. I see one empty table. I head towards it and sit down.

The food isn’t that bad, but I’ll definitely be bringing my own from now on. While I was eating I noticed people staring at me. One, that Kenny kid, and two, that guy that used that lame catcall. I got uncomfortable real quick.

The rest of school was a bust. It was boring. Now, I want something fun to do. I heard that there’s a pond near here, that sounds like fun. I asked directions to where the pond was, which I found out was called Stark’s Pond, and headed there.

I approached and noticed no one was there. Perfect.

I looked around in my bookbag for some rope, and luckily I carry some around with me at all times. I look a heavy looking rock and tie it to the rope. I’m not that heavy so it should work.

I tie the other end of the rope around my ankle. I throw the boulder into the pond and it yanks me down, breaking my ankle. It drags me down until the rock rests at the bottom of the pond.

It’s dark and cold. I’m floating, suspended in time. I look up and see the sunlight breaking through the surface of the water, but it’s not enough to reach me. My hair flies around, loose and tangling each other. I reach up and run my fingers through my soft hair.

It starts...I try to gasp for breath but it isn’t there. My lungs start to burn with fire as no oxygen reaches them and they only fill with water as I struggle for air.

I always find this part of drowning so fascinating. Your survival instincts kick in and you try so desperately to fight to survive but come up short when your lungs fill completely with water and your body becomes stiff and frozen.

I black out.

*The Next Morning*

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed.

I sigh in relief to see that I’m back again, in my new home. Every time I die, there’s always a part of me that’s afraid I’ll never come back, and yet I always do.

The first time it happened, I was 10. I was at a birthday party. It was my friend’s party cake that killed me. Someone, while making the cake, accidentally put poison in it. I don’t know how in the hell someone “accidentally” puts poison in a cake, but it happened.

I started to feel hungry, it wasn’t time eat yet but the cake was on the kitchen table and I couldn’t help myself. I took a small piece of cake, it was delicious but it caused me to foam out the mouth and have a seizure. I died almost instantly. Good thing I died otherwise the rest of those kids would’ve had a bad day.

Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.

The hardest part was that no one remembered that I died, but I did. I remember the whole painful experience, and my parents didn’t even believe me. They took me to counseling after that, not that it helped.

One day, a few weeks after the first time I died, I tried crossing the road without my parents. I looked both ways and no cars were coming as far as I could tell. As soon as I almost crossed the, a car came out of no where and completely wrecked me. Again, I woke up in my bed like nothing happened.

The day after I built up the courage enough to test out the theory that I was unkillable. My dad had a 9 mil in his safe. I shot myself, and just like that, I woke up in my bed the next day.

At first, I was insanely afraid of myself and it wasn’t until last year that I realized it could be fun.

I’ve tested out so many ways of dying. Yesterday at the pond was my first time drowning, but I wanted to get over it cause I knew I’d drown soon even if I avoided it. Next on my list is falling to my death, but besides drowning heights is my biggest fear. Heights might be a good excuse to procrastinate getting that done.

I get up out of bed and take a quick shower. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being immortal? It’s probably a good thing I am since I’ve become so accident prone.

After my shower, I quickly got dressed and jogged down the stairs, almost falling in the process. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my parents.

“Y/N! Hello, sweetie!” My mom said and gave me a hug.

“Hey.” I said.

My mom was making waffles and my dad was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Dick never pays any attention to me.

“So, how was your first day of school? Did you make any friends?”

“Uh, not really. Some guys introduced themselves to me, but you know how I am with people. And school was fine, learned a lot, teachers are a freaky though.” I paused. “Oh, and I drowned myself at Stark’s Pond.” I said nonchalantly.

My mom sighed. “That’s nice dear.”

Ever since I’ve been experimenting with dying over and over, I’ve been telling my parents about it. They never believe me of course. Even when one time I purposely hurt myself and bled to death in front of them, but they never remember. My dad didn’t really give a shit though. Anyway...

“I’m going to school now. Later!” I said, walking out the door.

Hmm, maybe I should take the bus. I wait at the bus stop, cause I don’t feel like walking to school.

“Y/N!” I flinch when I heard my name being called out. I turn to see Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman walking up to me. “I didn’t know you took the bus.” Kyle went on to say.

“Didn’t really feel like walking to school today.” I said, looking down and kicking the ground beneath me absentmindedly.

The bus finally arrived and we all walked on, I sat in the very back by myself. Until Kenny decided to sit next to me.

“Mmph!” He said, well I don’t exactly know he said. His bright orange parka covering his face made his voice muffled. I’m just gonna assume he said hi.

“Hi.” I replied.

“Mmph mmph mmph mph mmmph mmph!”

“Uh...huh?”

He rolled his eyes and took off his hood, revealing a mop of messy dirty blonde hair. “I said, how are you liking school so far?” He said.

“Oh, um. It’s okay, I guess.” I smiled.

“You guess? Okay, so I take it you don’t really like it.”

“Well, it always sucks when you’re the new kid and you have no friends.” I sighed.

“No friends, huh? Well, I’ll be you friend. I’m sure Kyle and Stan will too!” He said, making me blush. Darn. “Aw, you’re blushing!”

“Shut up. I always blush.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kenny smirked.

When we finally got to school Kenny walked me to class, which was nice. He’s actually really nice and funny, also really adorable.

*A Week Later*

School so far has been good. I’ve grown really close to Kenny, since he’s basically my only friend.

Kenny invited me to sit with him at his table, I agreed. Stan and Kyle seemed to enjoy my company though, Cartman didn’t. Didn’t like me for some reason, although he could be just an asshole all the time.

As the talk started to slow down and lunch was almost over, I looked around the lunchroom to avoid small talk. I saw the guy with brown hair staring at me again, but looked away when I saw him. “Hey, Kenny?”

“Yeah?”

“Who is that guy over there?” I ask, discreetly pointing at him.

“Oh, that guy in the red coat is Clyde. Why?” Kenny asked.

“Oh, no reason. He was just staring at me my first day here and also today. He also kinda catcalled me that day too.”

Kenny noticeably frowned. “He has?”

“Yeah, but it’s probably nothing.” I stuttered a little. Kenny giggled.

“You’re cute when you stutter.” He smiled, which made me blush. “Aw, you’re blushing again.” He poked my blushing cheeks.

“Ugh, stop.” I whined, and shoved his hand away.

The rest of school was okay. Kenny stayed by my side the whole day, I didn’t mind, but he seemed like he was in a clingy mood which was weird. “I’ll walk you home.” Kenny said.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.” I said.

“Nah, I insist.” He said.

Well, who could say no to Kenny. We were almost to my house, we had to cross the street first. We both walked side by side, Kenny had his arm around my shoulders to which I giggled. I suddenly hear a loud horn, I tried to push Kenny out of harm’s way but it was too late.

We’d both been run over by a semi-truck.

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed in a cold sweat.

Oh, god. Kenny. We both got hit. I tried to get Kenny out of the way, but I was too late. I let him get run over. He’s probably dead because of me.

I start to sob. He’s dead and it’s my fault. My fucking fault. God no. Why couldn’t it have just been me? I wouldn’t even care if I wasn’t able to come back, I just want Kenny to still be alive.

My alarm went off. I smashed it. I’m not going to school today. I can’t. Everyone probably knows Kenny’s dead and they’re mourning him school. I can’t be knowing it’s my fault.

My doorbell rings.

Ugh...I don’t feel answering the door. The person is now beating on the door, damn they’re persistent.

I get up to yell at the person who’s beating down my door. I mumble profanities as I answer it. My heart stops. Not literally but it feels like it.

“K-Kenny?” I start sobbing as I take the blonde haired boy in my arms, holding tightly. “I thought you died!” I sob. I pull away. His face looks like he’s in shock, also confused.

“You...you remember?” He asks.

“Of course I do! I tried pushing you out of the way of that truck, I guess I succeeded.” I sigh in relief.

“But...how? I thought you died too.” He said, flabbergasted.

“What do you mean too? Wait, you remembered I died?” I ask, also so confused.

“Y/N, I died. You didn’t push me out of the way in time, but I didn’t save you either. We both died,” he paused, “and we both remember.”

Suddenly, Kenny grabs both my upper arms and pulls me close to him and gives me a passionate kiss.

I pull away, shocked. “Woah....what was that for?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just...nobody has ever remembered me dying. No one, but you can.” Kenny explained.

“And you remember me dying?” I ask.

Kenny nods. “You’re the first person that remembers me dying too.” He says.

I don’t know what to say or do. This has never happened to me before. I think Kenny feels the same, since we’re both just stood awkwardly at my front door. I finally break the silence.

“Kenny, I thought you died, and I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.” I said, with still a few salty tears flowing down my red cheeks.

“I was too.” Kenny said. “Well, looks like we have more in common than I originally thought.” He giggled.

~~~~~~~~~~

#south park #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

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BnHA Chapter 264: You Either Die a Hero...

Previously on BnHA: The kids of 1-A sat around waiting for something exciting to happen, and then it did happen, and they were all “!!” Over on the front lines, the heroes charged the Ol’ Villain Hotel with poor Kaminari crying the entire time, but we’ll excuse him since he is only in the second grade. Tokoyami gave him some gentle encouragement by reminding him of how hard he can slappa da bass, while Midnight told him to think of his one true love in order to find his inner courage, so he immediately thought of Jirou and everyone was like WHOA DID THEY REALLY JUST, and yeah, they kind of did? Anyway so Cementoss ripped the building open and Kaminari got all Thor on us and started battling this other electric guy, and then we cut to Hawks and Twice, who were having a friendly conversation similar to the friendly conversation Hawks had with Best Jeanist on the very same day that Jeanist abruptly went missing and was never heard from again! Hey, wait a second. You guys don’t suppose...??

Today on BnHA: Re-Destro gathers in the basement with all his followers and they’re all like “Re-Destro!!” and he’s all “what??” and they’re all “the heroes are attacking!!” and he’s all “:) :) :) the fuck??!” Outside, the heroes continue to wreak havoc, and between Edgeshot, Midnight, Honenuki and Toadette, I’m pretty sure they have actually killed some of these guys. But that’s silly though because heroes would never actually kill someone. Speaking of heroes not killing someone, back in the hotel, Hawks is all “(Ò‸Ó)” and Twice is all “(இ‸இ)” and then Hawks is all “I’m gonna arrest you but I’ll help you get through this and get back on your feet again afterwards because you’re a good person” and Twice is all “WHAT THE FUCK NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN” and does the whole Sad Man Parade thing. And Hawks is all “I don’t want to fight you!” and Twice is all “TOO BAD” and meanwhile Dabi is running up the stairs all “time to start some shit” and then the chapter ends. So while I’m relieved on behalf of Hawks’s soul, I can’t help but be a little concerned on behalf of his, uh, life. Shit.

okay, so! I finally have time to read this damn thing. but before I start, a couple of holdover thoughts from the prior chapter!

firstly, I want to go on the record now and say that I’ve decided once again that Hawks, in spite of all appearances, is not a murderer. you hear that Hawks. I’m putting my neck on the line for you. gonna look like a real stooge if you go and murder Twice before going on to fight Dabi to the death while we cut to Noumu!Jeanist taunting Bakugou

but in all seriousness, I just can’t reconcile it with what we know of Hawks’s character. his behavior during the fight against Hood almost got him exposed because he couldn’t bear to let anyone get hurt or to let Endeavor get killed. I know the HPSC got their claws in him at a young age, but in spite of that I don’t think he’s harboring a dark side. to me he always just comes off as tired and struggling to do the right thing even though he never asked to be put into this kind of position. he’s smart enough to understand the whole “needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” thing, but he’s also young enough to still hold to a certain idealism, and juuust cocky enough to have faith in his own cleverness and convince himself that he can somehow achieve this mission without sacrificing anyone else’s life

so in short, I don’t buy the dark!Hawks theories. I just can’t. but I guess we’re about to see! and my guess is that Horikoshi will probably have Dabi interrupt before Hawks can reveal his hand either way, because Horikoshi is just like that. what a troll

(ETA: I forgot that sometimes Horikoshi also likes to troll by giving you exactly what you want but in the most painful way possible. shit.)

now, moving on, the other thing I wanted to quickly address is Viz’s translation of this very important line from last week! so as a reminder, here is readheroaca’s version

and here is Caleb’s

I’m actually really glad I’ve been reading the fan translations first, because it made me more aware of the potential nuances in this scene. so is KamiJirou actually being confirmed here, or not?? and I spent 20 whole minutes digging into this more the other day because I have no life, so here are my findings!

first, here is the actual Japanese panel

and while I don’t speak Japanese, I can read hiragana well enough that I was able to plug it into a couple of translators to basically figure out what was being said. so here’s the full dialogue:

どこかの誰かじゃ

難しいなら --

今一番大事なものを

心に据えな

so the part in bold there is the line in question -- 大事なもの (daijina mono). “daiji” means “precious” or “important”, but the thing is, “mono” for whatever reason is written in hiragana and not kanji. and the word mono (which can be singular or plural btw) can hilariously mean either of the following depending on the kanji used:

lmao. so basically the bottom line is that from what I can see here, Horikoshi purposely didn’t specify! now I could be completely wrong; maybe this is a common enough expression that Caleb felt comfortable deciding that he meant “person.” or maybe he just guessed based on the context. or maybe he just said “fuck it, you only live once” and just went there because why the heck not

anyway, so that was fun, and for me it reinforced the fact that I really do prefer to have at least two different translations to compare in order to get the most complete picture of what exactly is going on here in this stupid manga that I obsess over week after week! so now let’s finally get to reading this thing

oh my

I have so many thoughts whirling around in my head right now, such as “oh my god look at all these secret entrances/exits the villains apparently had” and “wow the heroes are so thorough” and such, but ngl, right now the biggest one is “why are they all entering so slowly??” seriously though. let’s just gradually meander on in single-file. no rush. meanwhile 800m northwest and 1 km east, Cementoss is literally tearing the building in half and the other heroes are charging full speed all “ARGGHHHHH.” and over in Jakku, Miruko kicked a door open so hard it killed a guy. but we’ve all got our own styles I guess??

at least this one guy 800m north of the hideout is doing some doorbusting. sheesh. be more exciting please

oh hey it’s this place

behold. the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf. well there’s an eye-opener and no mistake

LMAO THESE GUYS DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING YET OMG

oh my god. first of all wtf is that shirt. and second of all oh my fucking god, let me just shut up and read this is amazing

SDKLFJLSJK

LMAO

oh man. Re-Destro is one of the few characters whom I really want to see die. come on Horikoshi. don’t be a fucking coward. he’s had it coming ever since he killed that little mouse. and let’s not forget Giran. JUSTICE FOR GIRAN

oh we’re actually cutting back to this fight!

I wasn’t sure if we would! shounen authors have this habit of showing the start of a really cool battle only to then cut away to a bunch of other stuff and leave us hanging for a dozen chapters, so yeah. of course, that may still happen. I’m just lucky that I’m invested in virtually every single thing that’s going on right now, so it’s a win-win for me no matter where we cut to next

(ETA: lmao there really wasn’t much more to this fight to speak of. but what do you want to bet Horikoshi will try to pull this shit with Dabi and Hawks next week though.)

holy shit

this looks like when I attempt to build a gingerbread house. that’s uncanny

lmao Kami

YOU’RE DOING GREAT BUDDY. KEEP IT UP CHAMP

(ETA: Kaminari’s ridiculous smiling face is the balm we all need in these troubled times. tempted to ask him if he wouldn’t mind heading up to that telenovela happening over in Twice’s room and telling them all to lighten the fuck up.)

Lefty is all “does he have an absorption quirk?” because apparently he’s one of the two people that never watched the U.A. Sports Festival? how does anyone in this day and age manage to come across one of the 1-A kids and not know what their quirks are. and you’re a fucking general or whatever too, aren’t you? god you suck

so now he’s all “I BET YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE... A FEW MILLION VOLTS” jesus christ. I bet you he can! but still, that’s awfully murdery of you. and to think, he’s on your side!! Kaminari are you really sure you want these guys as your friends

YOOOOOOO FUCKING KAKASHI ALL UP IN HERE DOING HIS HUMAN YONDU ARROW THING WHAAAAT

straight up prepared to be massively disappointed in Viz when they inevitably translate the “Ninpo” part instead of leaving it alone and letting everyone bask in these sentimental Naruto vibes. and also ngl I prefer for Edge’s lines to be as close to the original as possible so I can better imagine them in my head. stupid sexy Edgeshot

holy shit “I’ve pierced a small hole in each of your lungs” !!? WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, YOU SADISTIC WARRIOR OF THE NIGHT. YOU HEARD HIM BOYS. I’M SORRY, BUT HE’S ALL OUT OF FUCKS TODAY

OH HEY Y’ALL, MIDNIGHT HEARD YOU WERE KICKING ASS AND DECIDED TO JOIN IN, HOPE THAT’S ALL RIGHT

and if it’s not all right, well. tough

can you imagine. you’re just a simple villain, chilling out in your Hilton Garden Inn HQ and minding your own business when all of a sudden the walls come to life and some fucking shinobu busts a small hole in your lungs, and then you just fall asleep. sometimes life comes at you hard

now Kamui Woods is doing his whole Lacquered Chain Prison thing, but we’ve already seen that one so I’m not gonna bother showing it! tough break Kamui!!

OH MY GOD IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS

HALF OF THESE PEOPLE ARE ALREADY UNCONSCIOUS WITH HOLES IN THEIR LUNGS, SO SURE, HONENUKI, LET’S GO AHEAD AND FUCKING DROWN THEM TOO LMAO

LOOOOOOL OH CHRIST

CLASS 1-B WITH NO REGARD FOR HUMAN LIFE!!!

LMAO AND NOW SHE’S STANDING WITH HER ARMS UP OVER HER HEAD ALL SMILING LIKE ERI AT THE FUCKING CONCERT. A COLD GOD IN AN UNCARING UNIVERSE. WHAT THE FUCK

oh shit everybody shut up we’re cutting back to Hawks!!

but you pulled it off because you’re so damn smart. so now let’s stand around and explain your plan to everyone. what the fuck, Hawks

(ETA: and the thing is, now I’m thinking that by “incredibly difficult” he doesn’t mean that it was the cipher part that was difficult lol. that part was child’s play. any simpleton could do that. no, the difficult part was betraying his new friend. anyway so how’s everyone doing? what a fun chapter!!)

hey everyone I still have unwavering faith that this man is not a killer just FYI

what does that say about me I wonder. let’s just completely ignore everything being presented on screen here. also what the heck happened to all this furniture? did he upend the entire room with his crazy feather attack, or is that damage from Cementoss’s shenanigans?

HAHA!! FUCK YEAH

I KNEW YOU WEREN’T A KILLER YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!

fuck yeah. of course, I realize that by betraying Twice so harshly like this, Hawks has still found himself on lots of people’s shitlists. but I would just like to put out a friendly reminder that Twice, despite being the nicest and most loyal guy you will ever meet, is still a terrorist who was going to kill a lot of people because he’s friends with a guy who wants to destroy the entire world. so basically there’s just no clean way out of this and it’s all very tragic

but anyway if it’s any consolation, I fully expect Dabi to turn up in the very next panel and be all “BLARGH! IT’S ME!” before we commence with the single sexiest battle in this manga to date

lmao Horikoshi. “but before we get to the sexy battle let me just twist that knife up in there real good!” jesus

friendly reminder that despite all appearances, Hawks is still objectively the good guy in this scenario. anyways for real, how are we all doing this afternoon. how many death threats has my bird son gotten today. I’m afraid to check. poor Twice is so trusting and I really hate to see him cry like this, poor baby. but I’m sure it’s also tearing Hawks up inside as well but we’re just not seeing it

and here we have Hawks, about to unleash his Mangekyou Sharingan

“are you sure you don’t think this sinister maniac looming in the shadows with the deranged look in his eyes is a ruthless killer, makeste?? are you really sure?” Horikoshi asks while pouring every last inch of malice he can into a single chilling panel

and yes, you bastard. I am sure. fuck you, how long are you going to make me sit here looking like a complete ass. look, we get it!! either way, Hawks is clearly a compelling actor! but the question is, which one is really the false face? is it the smiling, easygoing Hawks who always seems to have a faint hint of sadness in his eyes? or is it this menacing figure stripped of all mercy? is it really so crazy to go ahead and say that it’s the latter? huh?? [pokes Horikoshi in the chest] huh?????

anyway so Twice seems to slowly be progressing his way from despair to anger, which is probably not good. heh. fuck

maybe I was wrong about Dabi showing up and saving Twice, maybe his arrival will actually save Hawks instead lmao

anyway Hawks is still being all cold and creepy, and he’s all “you have my thanks.” and Twice is still crying, so maybe he’s still more sad than angry. well this is starting to drag out now though so if a certain spicy flame boi wants to make his grand entrance now, he’s welcome to do so anytime

oh shit Hawks is throwing me a bone!!! yessssss

YOU SEE!! THE SAD LOOK. HE DOESN’T WANT TO DO THIS. HE’S A GOOD BOY. oh my god I just realized how tense I was. hahaha what is this chapter

FINALLY OMG

NOOOOO I THOUGHT IT WAS DABI SNEAKING UP BEHIND HIM. OH MY GOD I CAN’T. WAS THIS HORROR MOVIE SERIAL KILLER ANGLE REALLY NECESSARY THEN, HORIKOSHI. WHAT THE FUCK

TWICE SHUT UP YOU ARE DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE!!!

fuck!!! this is why I was so sure he was going to die! because he won’t go quietly; he’s not the type to ever betray his friends. to him the League are basically the only family he’s ever known, so of course he’s not going to just be all “okay sure I’ll go to prison and let you reform me”

so then what, Hawks?? you didn’t fucking think this through you stupid kind-hearted punk!

sob!!!!

is that one of Hawks’s feathers slicing open the mask. sing it with me guys. to the tune of Jingle Bells: fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck

OH MY GOD NOOOOO

I WEIRDLY WANT TO COVER MY EYES LOL OH GOD. I DON’T WANT THIS BUT I CAN’T LOOK AWAY HELPPPPP

FUCK ME, IT’S REALLY HAPPENING. HE COULDN’T BRING HIMSELF TO KILL HIM AND NOW HE’S SCREWED HIMSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE OVER, FUCK

FOR FUCK’S SAKE HAWKS YOU COULD HAVE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT THEN!! YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND FUCKING TRY TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN DEIKA CITY, HAWKS. DO WE REALLY WANT A REPEAT OF THAT. SURE, WE’VE GOT CLASS 1-B OUT IN THE BACKYARD MORE THAN READY AND WILLING TO KILL ANY NUMBER OF BITCHES BECAUSE THAT’S HOW THEY DO, BUT STILL

oh shit!?!

lol excuse me are you really just going to end it there? fucking seriously. Dabi running up the stairs with the crazy eyes while Hawks regretfully thinks of himself and his side as “hero scum”?? fff

and that last part! holy shit! again, I don’t buy into any of the dark!Hawks theories, and that includes the theory that Hawks will turn on the heroes and end up siding with the villains (because, again, it has nothing to do with him liking the villains, or secretly resenting the HPSC; it’s strictly on account of the whole “the villains want to destroy the entire world” thing. like. unless you think Hawks is cool with all of that of course). so I have to admit this was very startling for me to read

but I do think this is probably just some of the inevitable self-loathing finally spilling over after being forced to play this role and do all these things for the sake of the greater good, rather than him hinting at a desire to turn against the so-called “hero scum.” but still, that’s probably as dark as we’re gonna get from him, and ngl, it’s some heavy stuff

goddammit. feel like we need to cut to some wholesome class 1-A antics or something after all of that. as always, angst is a double-edged sword that I always anticipate and love but am also destroyed by sigh

#bnha 264 #hawks #twice (bnha)#kaminari denki #re-destro #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #at least next week the anime will finally get to the concert!#I can't wait omg #exactly the type of wholesome antics I was referring to #the manga is so tense right now holy crap #got a feeling we're gonna need this

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