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kat-tamin · 3 years

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bailemos (let’s dance)

Kat makes a plan. Rafael goes along with it. Sonny wonders what the fuck is happening.

Ship: Kat x Sonny x Rafael

Warnings: Threesome, Smut: Oral, Hands, Anal, Vaginal. The whole shebang.

Word Count: 4501

Normally during big cases like the Mickey Davis one, Sonny and Kat’s sex life would take a dip. Kat would have to take care of herself, a vibrator in one hand, phone in the other. But lately Sonny would come home from work and fuck her into the mattress, almost before she could properly greet him.

After meeting Barba, Kat thought she understood why. He was a frustrating man to deal with, the epitome of a snaky lawyer. It seemed like Sonny was getting out his stress by fucking her. That’s what she thought was happening, until Sonny admitted one night that he and Barba had history. Not just work history, but sexual history. Sonny said it basically ended as fast as it began, with Barba leaving New York soon after.

Kat wasn’t angry. They both had histories, some better left in the past, but she looked at Barba differently after that. She saw the brief glances he sent her boyfriend, packed with unsaid words. His frustrating lawyer talk now sounded like flirty banter to her ears. The reasoning behind their sex became clearer. Sonny wasn’t frustrated: he was turned on by Barba.

Kat expected to feel jealous, but her mind pictured the two men together. Her own movements got more passionate at the thought. She would go to court, her body having a Pavlovian response to Barba's presence, because Barba + Sonny = Kat cumming. She would watch the two men argue, her panties becoming wetter and wetter.

The Davis case was over, a hard one for everyone involved. For her own selfish reasons, Kat didn't want it to end. But then Sonny invited Rafael over to his and Kat’s new apartment for dinner. They both wanted to relax and catch up.

Sonny made homemade pasta with red sauce. Barba brought over a bottle of Tequila, straight from Mexico. After dinner, they moved to the living room, the two lawyers sitting on the sofa together. Kat curled up on the chair across from them taking in their conversation, her head swiveling between them, like she was watching a tennis match. She could debate with the best of them, but tonight she could barely hang on, their words like a roller coaster.

She sipped at her red wine, tuning out their words to look at their faces. The stress of the past few weeks had evaporated from her boyfriend, Sonny looking so happy to be in the company of his former mentor. Mentor slash ex, she reminded herself.

Barba seemed happy to be here too. He hadn’t excluded Kat from he and Sonny’s conversations, keen to get to know her too. It turned out they were both Bronx babies, and they talked extensively about the changes in the borough.

So he was nice, and, if Kat was honest, pretty damn sexy with that beard. It was too bad he had to shave it off for trial. Her mind wandered, wondering what his stubble would feel like between her thighs.

She shouldn’t be thinking this, she thought, tipping her head back to drain the rest of her wine. She was in a committed relationship with a great guy who treated her perfectly. She didn’t need anybody else.

Sonny said something, making Barba laugh. The older man’s hand dropped to Sonny’s knee, giving it a small squeeze. Sonny stopped laughing, his blue eyes growing wide. He looked at Kat, panicked. Barba quickly withdrew his hand, the tops of his cheeks turning pink.

Kat waited for the drop of jealousy to well up in her chest, but instead, a rush of arousal flooded her core.

It felt too warm in here. Her hand went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing the buttons until she had a nice deep V that showed off her cleavage. Both men eyed her, Barba's gaze going straight to her chest.

Kat stood up, reaching for the tequila and the shot glasses. “It’s a shame if we let this go to waste,” she said, pouring out three shots. She handed one to Barba along with a lime wedge, her fingers lingering too long to not be deliberate. Rafael’s brow raised. Kat just shot him a slight smirk, confirming his suspicions.

They all clinked glasses, throwing their heads back in unison. The alcohol burned all the way down Kat’s throat, heating up in her stomach. Her body felt like liquid, her courage soaring.

Barba sucked on his lime wedge, the obscene noise going straight to Kat's clit. His eyes never left her’s as he sucked every last drop from the fruit. He found her very attractive, with a tight, strong body apparent even under her clothes. Her bright brown eyes were arresting, pulling him in.

Kat leaned forward in her seat, putting her hand on Sonny’s knee. She massaged gently, rubbing up and down his thigh.“You didn’t even flinch, baby. Do you like that?”

Sonny lifted his brow, looking at her quizzically. “Yes…” He glanced at Barba, lifting his glass in a toast. “Very good bottle.”

“It’s a special occasion,” Rafael said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He shifted in his seat, angling his body towards the man beside him. “Only the best for you, Sonny.”

The temperature of the room seemed to go up a couple of degrees, the tension thickening. Kat looked at Rafael, trying to communicate what she was thinking; what she wanted.

His mouth curved into a smirk, picking up on the vibes she was sending him. His hand went to the back of Sonny’s neck, tugging on the strands of his hair. Sonny shivered at his touch, once again looking at Kat, who was running a finger over her own lips. She was looking at him like a wolf looked at a rabbit. Sonny peered at Rafael, who had the same leer as his girlfriend.

“Okay, what’s...what’s going on?” Sonny tripped over his words, the drinks making his tongue thick in his mouth. They were acting weird. Not drunk, but just… weird.

“Do you wanna know a secret, Rafael?” Kat asked, tilting her head. Her brown eyes looked black with want, making Sonny even more confused.

“Tell me,” Rafael answered, his fingers still stroking patterns into Sonny’s skin. Sonny unconsciously leaned into his hand, seeking his touch.

“Sonny and I have been fucking non-stop since you got into town.” The words spilled out of Kat’s mouth before she could stop them. Not that she wanted to.

“Kat!” Sonny hissed, his eyes wide as saucers. What the fuck was she doing? He thought, his heart leaping into his throat.

“I think he was thinking about you,” Kat continued, as if Sonny hadn’t said anything. Her tone wasn’t accusatory or jealous, but an almost purr, ladened with arousal.

“Hmmm, is that true, cariño?” Rafael moved closer to Sonny, his mouth near his ear. His hot breath brought goosebumps to Sonny's skin. “Were you thinking of me?”

“I-” Sonny couldn’t speak, too baffled at what was going on. Rafael’s stubble scratched at his cheek, making his shudder. His girlfriend was watching them, her breathing slightly laboured.

She was turned on. Sonny’s mind spun, trying to make sense of it. She was turned on watching Rafael and Sonny together. She was biting down on her bottom lip, her nails digging into his thighs. What the fuck?

“Cariño, do you want this?” Rafael asked in a husky voice. He brushed his lips over the shell of Sonny’s ear. “Do you want me?”

Sonny hesitated, his gaze once more seeking Kat’s. She laid a hand on Sonny’s cheek, soft compared to Rafael’s scratchiness. “It’s okay, baby, tell the truth.”

It was like a dance, but Sonny didn’t know the steps. He looked from Rafael to Kat and back again, trying to get the rhythm. He paused, wondering if this was a good idea. But the beat was too intoxicating to step away.

He took a deep breath and joined their dance.

“Yes,” he answered in a rough voice. He looked between his current lover and his former one. “I want you. I want…” He swallowed, suddenly nervous about saying what he truly desired. “I want both of you.”

Kat let out a breath of surprise, sitting back in her seat. “Really?”

Sonny’s light brows drew together in a frown. “Of course I do.” She was his girlfriend, and no matter what she might say, he felt like being with just Rafael would be cheating.

Kat crossed her legs, trying to control the throb between her thighs. “I was just going to watch, but…” She looked at Rafael for reassurance, licking her lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you?”

Rafael let out a low chuckle, rolling his eyes. “You’re really asking if I’m okay having two of the sexiest members of the Special Victims Unit at the same time?” He got to his feet, offering his hands to Kat who took them without hesitation. “It would be my pleasure.”

Kat rose up with Rafael’s help, pausing to touch Sonny’s shoulder. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

It was no surprise that Rafael and Kat took the lead. They both loved to be in control, even more when they were in control of Sonny. He loved it even more, all his thoughts evaporating at their touch.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Kat's lips were on Sonny's, frenzied and hungry. She undid the buttons of his shirt, so fast she almost ripped them off the fabric. Kat felt a mouth on her neck, strong hands on her hips. Rafael stood behind her, pressing into her. She could feel the slight bulge in his pants, a slight moan escaping her throat. Rafael kissed up and down her neck, stubble rubbing at her skin.

Once Sonny's shirt was on the floor, Kat turned to kiss Rafael, his tongue plunging into her open mouth. He tasted like lime and salt. His five o’clock shadow scratched at her skin, pain mixing with pleasure. She worked at the buttons on his shirt, a bit more carefully than she did with Sonny. His clothes looked a tad more expensive, and she knew she'd feel guilty if she wrecked the fabric.

Sonny went behind Rafael, helping him out of his shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up. Kat ran her fingers over his hairy chest, rubbing his soft stomach. His body was different from Sonny's, but it was just as sexy.

She ended their kiss with a soft nip at his lower lip, stepping away from Rafael. She intended to strip off her clothes slowly, give them a show, but the two men weren't even watching. They were drawn together like magnets, their bodies pressed close to each other. As she got rid of her top, Kat watched Sonny and Rafael kiss, almost manically. They kissed like they had to make up for lost time. Rafael gripped Sonny’s cheek, trying to bring his face as near as possible. Sonny sighed into his lips, feeling content. His hands roamed over Rafael’s body, remembering each dip and curve.

Kat wasted no time getting naked, cupping herself as she watched them kiss. Her body was positively burning with desire. She carefully reached for Sonny's belt, not wanting to disturb their makeout session. As soon as she tugged it off him, Sonny drew back from Rafael, breathing hard. He stepped out of his pants, stumbling in his haste. Rafael put out a hand to steady him, his own face flushed. "We have time, cariño. Don't worry."

Rafael turned his eyes to Kat, widening at her bare body. He had been so busy focusing on Sonny, he didn't notice her getting undressed. He swept his eyes up and down, taking in her part nipples and the dusk between her legs. His cock began to firm at the sight. "You're so beautiful, Katriona," he murmured. Her name sounded like honey in his mouth, making her even wetter.

"Thank you," she responded, moving towards him. "But I'm very interested to know what you're hiding under here." She touched the waistband of his trousers, trailing her fingers to touch his hardening cock.

Rafael's hips instinctively rutted against her hand, seeking friction. He undid his belt, shimmied off his trousers and briefs. Kat and Sonny gasped in unison as they finally saw Rafael's prize. His cock was shorter than Sonny's, but thicker with a delicious looking vein on the underside. Sonny wrapped his hand around the shaft, feeling like he was greeting an old friend.

Kat's mouth began to water, her cunt clenching at the sight. She sank to her knees in front of the two men, putting her face to face with their cocks. Sonny was already at full staff, precum leaking out of his slit. She started there, licking up his salty fluid, the taste familiar but exquisite. Her hand came up to hold his cock steady as she took him into his mouth. Sonny let out a loud groan, echoing in the small room. His girlfriend was one of the best cock suckers he ever had. She could swallow him whole without even flinching.

As she began to bob her head, Kat's other hand went to Rafael, squeezing the base of his cock with her strong fingers. He was so fat, she almost couldn't fit her whole hand around him. She let her hand go to his balls, heavy and full. She fondled him, still sucking Sonny off.

She felt Sonny’s hips get more and more erratic, a signal that he was close. She wrenched her head back, switching to engulf Rafael's cock. She took all of him in one swoop, making him shout. Her other hand jerked Sonny off, using her own spit as lube. Her mouth was hot and wet around Rafael's cock, her tongue swiping along his skin. Pleasure radiated down his spine, growing with thrust into her mouth.

Over the next few minutes, Kat pleasured them both, alternating between her mouth and her hand. Her mind went blissfully blank, only focusing on her instinctual need to please them. Wetness was leaking from her cunt, leaving a puddle between her legs. Her knees were burning from the cheap rug, but she paid it no attention.

She just needed their cum.

Rafael put his hand in her hair, yanking her away from his cock. She whined at the loss, her tongue going for Sonny's. Rafael stopped her with another tug of her hair. "What do you want, Katriona?"

"Your cum," she panted, not even thinking. "My face. My mouth." She looked up at Sonny, her eyes pleading. "Please cum for me."

Fuck. Sonny's hips stuttered, so close, her words spurning him on. "Open wide," he said through gritted teeth.

Kat leaned back on her heels, Rafael's hand still tugging on her hair. She put her hands on both their cocks, quickening her strokes. She opened her mouth into a large O, waiting like a baby bird for food from its mother.

Sonny came first, a stream of cum hitting her cheek. She reached her tongue out further, catching his release. Rafael came a moment after, shooting his cum right into her mouth.

Kat swallowed as much as she could, their seeds mixing together in her stomach. It was salty and delicious, coating her tongue. A few strands landed on her face and chest, painting her dark skin white.

Sonny thought she never looked more beautiful, cum spilling from her mouth. Her brown eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks a faint pink.

Rafael thought so too, cupping her chin to get a better look at her. "So beautiful," he murmured, swiping his thumb along her bottom lip. He brought it to his own mouth, tasting his and Sonny's mixture.

Kat got to her feet, unsteady from being on her knees for so long. She stumbled to the bed, laying down on her back. Her chest was heaving, making her tits jiggle.

"Now, this won't do," Rafael announced. He knelt on the bed beside her, looking at her body. Her thighs were sticky with her juices. He licked his lips. "We can't leave you like this, now can we?"

Sonny got on the bed, tucking himself behind Kat. She placed herself between his legs, his chest pressing into her back. Sonny tweaked a nipple, making her jerk in surprise. “You want Raf to eat you out, doll?”

Kat nodded enthusiastically, thrilled her fantasy was about to become a reality.

Rafael knelt between her legs, his hands ghosting over her shins. “What do you say?” the lawyer asked in a mocking tone.

Damn him and his fucking words. Kat was no sub in the bedroom but something about Rafael’s voice made her want to obey. “Please, Raf… Touch me.”

Rafael’s face broke into a wicked grin. “With pleasure.”

He dipped his head between her thighs, cleaning up the mess she had made on herself. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, made worse by Sonny touching her breasts. Her boyfriend played with her nipples, twisting and pinching softly.

She needed more. Her hips jerked to try and meet Rafael’s mouth. He just chuckled softly, looking up at her. “Impatient.” His gaze shifted to Sonny. “Hold her down, will you?”

Sonny obeyed, his strong hands moving to Kat’s hips, pinning her down. She whined, craning up to look at him. Sonny just grinned, enjoying the tortured look in her eyes.

Rafael finally moved his head to her core, his stubble scraping her sensitive thighs. She gasped at the sensation, another drop of wetness escaping her pussy. Rafael caught it with his tongue, licking into her entrance. She wanted to thrust against him, but Sonny stopped her again, his fingers surely leaving bruises.

Rafael moved to her clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. Kat threw her head back, almost knocking into Sonny’s chin. “Fuck, Raf… Just like that.”

His talented tongue circled and swiped along her clit, sending sparks up her spine. Pressure began to build in her core. She felt fingers at her entrance and eagerly spread her legs.

Rafael stopped his movements, ignoring Kat’s whine, to ask Sonny: “How many fingers can she take?”

Sonny thought back, biting his lip. His face curved into a smirk, nuzzling at Kat’s hair. “3 easily, especially when she’s this wet.” In honesty she could take more, but Sonny wanted her to be able to do a few rounds tonight.

Rafael shot them a decisive nod, going back down her body, flexing his fingers. Sonny was right: Kat swallowed all three fingers with ease. Kat shrieked at the intrusion, Sonny having a hard time keeping her still. Rafael’s fingers were bigger than Sonny’s, stretching her further than her boyfriend usually did.

Rafael thrust into her, angling his fingers to press into her front wall. His tongue didn’t stop, lapping at her clit. Kat screwed her eyes shut, her pleasure building and building.

Sonny could feel her shaking, so close to the edge. He put his lips near her ear, whispering: “Let go, doll.”

She did, with a long, loud scream. Wetness coated Rafael’s fingers as she came. He kept thrusting into her, letting her down easy until she stopped twitching. He withdrew, putting his fingers in his mouth to taste her sweet juices. The tangy liquid tasted like sweet nectar, straight from the Gods.

Sonny let her hips go, rubbing the red skin tenderly. She opened her eyes, looking glassy eyed. “How was that?” he asked her, pushing a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead.

“Amazing,” she answered lazily. She looked at Rafael and repeated her words: “Amazing. Fuck, you got a mouth on you.”

“So do you,” he replied, bringing her in for a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, a bolt of pleasure running down her spine.

Kat sat up, rolling off Sonny’s body. She laid down on her stomach, exhaustion settling in her bones. “Okay, your turn. I need a minute.”

Sonny’s head turned to Rafael, his gaze expectant. His blue eyes swiped down his ex’s body to his half-hard cock. The sight made his own dick twitch. He got to his knees to give Rafael a kiss. Their tongues danced with each other, wet noises emerging from their mouths.

Sonny felt Rafael’s strong hands moving to his ass, kneading the pliant flesh. A thrill went through Sonny’s body. He knew what was coming next.

Rafael swiped a finger down Sonny’s crack. “I missed your ass, cariño.”

His words sent shivers through Sonny’s body. “I missed you in my ass,” he admitted, swiping his tongue along Rafael’s lower lips.

Rafael groaned at the admission, his grip tightening on Sonny’s hips. His cock hardened to it’s full state, precum leaking out of the tip. “Get on your knees.”

There was no room for discussion. Sonny got onto the bed on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, his face near Kat. She watched, her gaze sharp, taking in everything.

Rafael looked down at Sonny’s pink hole, virgin tight with disuse. It would take a bit to open him up, but Rafael was confident in his abilities.

“Do you have…” he trailed off as Kat rolled off the bed, rummaging in the bedside table. She emerged with a bottle of lube, almost empty from use.

“Sorry,” she said, handing it to him. She walked to stand beside Rafael, putting a hand on the base of Sonny’s spine to signal her whereabouts.

She followed Rafael’s movements as he drizzled a healthy amount of oil on his fingers and Sonny’s ass. She took the bottle from him when he was done, like a nurse in an operating room.

“Have you done this before?” Rafael paused to ask her, lube dripping onto Sonny’s cheek, making the other man flinch in surprise.

Kat nodded. “Not with a guy, though.”

Rafael’s brow shot up. “Really?”

Kat shrugged; shot him a coy smile. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, counsellor.”

The title went straight to Rafael’s cock. Normally he abhorred being called that in the bedroom, but he found himself liking it coming from her mouth. His mind spun, picturing himself fucking into her, Kat moaning the title into his ear.

Sonny’s ass wiggled impatiently, drawing Rafael back to the present. “Sorry, cariño.” He rubbed his finger around Sonny’s asshole, making the other man jerk back into his touch. He started slowly, pressing his ring finger into Sonny, working past the tight ring of muscle.

Kat’s breath caught in her chest as she saw Sonny swallow Rafael, the man’s finger disappearing into his ass. Rafael, very patiently, stretched Sonny until he could fit another finger.

Sonny moaned at the intrusion, pleasure radiating at his spine. Every thrust of Rafael’s fingers brought sparks behind his lids. It didn’t take long before he was meeting his movements, seeking more.

“Are you ready?” Rafael asked, rubbing Sonny’s left cheek.

“Fuck yes,” Sonny asked, his voice strangled. He was already panting.

Rafael smirked, withdrawing his fingers out of Sonny. Before he could adjust to the emptiness, Raf pressed the tip of his cock to his hole. He slid into Sonny, Kat watching as it went in, inch by slow inch.

Rafael bottomed out, his pubic bone pressing against the swell of Sonny’s ass. It was heavenly, feeling Sonny’s ass around his cock. He was so hot and tight. “Good boy, cariño.”

He began to thrust into Sonny, slow and steady, letting him get used to the stretch. Sonny’s walls clenched around his cock, drawing a loud groan from him. He moved his hips faster and faster, rocking into Sonny.

His cock dragged along Sonny’s prostate, lightning shooting through his body. With every thrust, Sonny moved closer to the edge. It had been so long since he came like this, he wasn’t sure how much he could take.

Kat’s hand went to her clit, her core dripping at the two men fucking. She circled the bud, desire building in her abdomen. Rafael’s gaze shot to her then to her hand. He moved his hands from Sonny’s hips to his waist, hoisting him up, to the blonde’s shock. Sonny yelped at the change in position, Rafael’s cock hitting at a different angle.

“Get under him,” Rafael said to Kat through gritted teeth.

Again, there was no room for arguing. Kat slid under Sonny’s body, spreading her legs. She grabbed his cock, red and angry looking, and guided it into her pussy. Rafael snapped his hips, pushing Sonny deep into Kat. The two lovers moaned in unison at the feeling.

Sonny thought he was going to pass out in pleasure. With a cock in his ass and his own in a pussy, he felt fireworks going off in his body. His eyes rolled back in his head at the push and pull. Every atom, every molecule, every cell of his body was screaming. He was going to die between the two people he adored most.

Rafael set the pace, fast and rough. He fucked Kat through Sonny, his eyes never leaving her face. Her mouth was open, small mewls spilling out. It wouldn’t be long for each of them to cum. Rafael bit his lip, trying to stave it off. He tried to think of something, anything to keep his body from giving in.

It was no surprise that Sonny came first, with an almost animalistic howl. He would have collapsed onto Kat if Rafael hadn’t caught him, holding him up as he spilled into his girlfriend.

Rafael was still fucking him, and it became too much for Sonny.

“Stop,” he gasped, trying to pull out of Kat. “I need…”

Rafael pulled himself out of Sonny’s ass, letting the younger man move out of their embrace. Sonny was barely out of the way before Rafael pushed into Kat in one swoop, Sonny’s cum making the transition easy.

Kat moaned at the switch. It felt deliciously dirty, two men right after the other. She met Rafael’s thrusts with her own, close to the edge. Her hands gripped the sheets, holding on for dear life. So close, so close…

Sonny saw the signs of her orgasm. He was exhausted, but he knew what to do. He put his mouth on Kat’s breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

His mouth mixed with Rafael’s thrusts made her pleasure peak, waves of ecstasy rolling through her. She screamed as it came, over and over again. The orgasm seemed never-ending.

The clutching of Kat’s walls sent Rafael over the edge as well, his cock spilling into her with a twitch. The pressure in his lower back ebbed, relief pouring into veins.

He stilled his movements, making sure Kat was done. When she shot him a shaky nod, he stepped away. Sonny and Rafael’s cum dripped out of her, making a mess on the sheets.

“Well,” Rafael said in between loud gulps of air. He looked between the couple, who were red faced and exhausted, curling into each other. “Maybe I should come to the city more often.”

#kat tamin #sonny carisi #rafael barba #svu #fanfic #smut #*#tamisi #barisi #barmin #?

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years

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Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

✯pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

✯genre: strangers-to-lovers au!! with fluff, cRack aND!! smut!! slight angst too. uhh the several uses of the term “fat c0ck” because bokuto has a big dick

✯summary: meeting bokuto was a roller coaster you weren’t ready for, but you knew that if you had the chance you’d ride on it over and over again just to experience everything all over again

✯wordcount: 3.7k

✯note: hey guys i’m slowly pushing requests out so i hope you guys can bare with me!! this is for @gulfwanq who’s writing i absolutely love!! keep making great content love, muAh

you first met bokutou when you went to the local convenience store near your school

you really wanted some onigiri plus you didn’t have lunch

aNd onigiri miya was closed today

sigh

rUmbLe RuMbLe

gosh you were hungry

when you went to grab the last onigiri on the shelf you were surprised to see another person grab it before you

like huh

do i have to bite this stupid persons hand of-

you turn your head to look at the culprit and

your jaw DROPS

this man is gorgeous

and he looks like an owl

a really cute owl

owo

“if you could kindly take your hands off of my lunch i’d greatly appreciate it >.

and that’s the nicest way you could tell someone to fuck off really

but he just smiles and pulls the onigiri towards him and turns to walk away

oH NO YOU DONT BEEFY BOY

you jump on his back and try to choke him?? and steal the onigiri back??

and this dude is just laughing

what part of this is a JOKE to you HUH

this is LUNCH

LUNCH IS NOT A JOKE

you were not here to play games with cute boys

but you would make an exception if he played with your-

ANYWAYS!!!

the store owner sees the two of you fooling around and just kicks you both out

in the end neither of you ended up with the onigiri

“did you see what you did horn head? now i’m hungry”

and he just grabs your arm and pulls you into a different direction

“hEY- wHere are you tAking mE” you yelled exasperatedly at the random boy who was pulling you

“we’re going to get ramen”

oh ok

but like,, was he going to treat u or,,,

“i’m paying, come on”

wEll

who were you to turn down free food??

especially from a beefy looking dad-

aNYWAYS

“wait a minute,,, who aRe you?”

“hEY HEY HEY!!! dOnt you know me y/n??? i’m bokuto koUtaro!! i’m in the top 5 ranking of japan’s aces!!! i’m the best!!!”

his name,, did not ring a bell

nothing at all

“uhh,, ok,, how’d you know my name?”

ruh roh

bokuto started sweating profusely when you asked him that question

siri how do you tell your kouhai that you’ve noticed her ever since she was a first year but you were too pussy to actually talk to her or ask her out until you saw her trying to get the last onigiri at a convenience store so u say ‘hey why not steal her onigiri and make her fall in love with me’ so that’s exactly what u do

siri: here are the search results for “adult diapers”

sIRI THATS NOT WHAT I SAID

“ahh i’ve noticed you around before n i kinda thought you were cute”

take in bokuto didn’t even care that you didn’t acknowledge him before like he just cares that you’re talking to him now

n he was just avoiding your gaze but all u could think about was how cUTE!! he looked

wow

babie

and that was how you met bokuto koutaro

now he was almost leaving you

and through the months, bokuto had weaseled his way into life as your best friend, and in your heart, but as something more

it was easy to catch feelings for him

i mean,, who wouldn’t

you were currently in his bed, waiting for him while he showered

bokuto had graduated just today and you were gonna miss him so much :((

while you were thinking about bokuto, you didn’t realize that he had already exited the bathroom, sHIRTLESS

his grey sweatpants were hanging low on his hips, giving you a show of his v-line and delicious looking abs

wow

he turned to you and gave you a heartwarming smile

unfAir

he was too cute for his own good

“kouuuu come lay with me”

he dried his hair a little bit more before hanging the towel back into the washroom, then made his way to your spread out figure on his bed

he crawled on top of you and wrapped his arms around your waist while his head rested on your chest

your hands automatically made their way to bokuto’s head, massaging his salt n pepper locks just the way he liked it

he looked too pure right now

“kou?” “mm?” hummed bokuto

“i’m gonna miss you. so so much.” you forced out, feeling your tears starting to drip down your cheeks

bokuto immediately noticed the quiver in your voice and looked up, only to see his precious girl crying

“oh no bAby please don’t cry, please don’t cry i’m so sorry pretty girl come here” he cooed as he sat up and scooped you up into his arms, sticking you back in forth as you buried your face in his neck

but this only made you sob harder

“whyre you crying pretty girl? i’m not leaving tokyo, and i’m still gonna live here. you’re still gonna see me” he reasoned

he didn’t gEt it

he was going to go to a different school, meaning he wasn’t going to be with you all the time

and going to a new school means meeting other people

what if he meets someone and falls in love with them

and what if he just leaves you behind

you wouldn’t know how to deal with all that pain if that ever happened

you knew that bokuto was a busy man but you weren’t ready for him to leave you completely

like yeah you coUld come to his house to see him but you wouldn’t want to distract him from doing work or anything

you just weren’t read to let your kou go and that was okay

“i-i don’t want to be left behind” you sniffled

instead of comforting you even more, bokuto just tightened his hold on you and started laughing, letting you head the deep timbre of his voice

his laugh was so cute

“what do you mean pretty? im not going anywhere so how can i leave you?”

gOSH

did u rEALLY have to spell it out

bokuto looked at you expectantly as he lifted your chin to make you face him

you shifted your gaze to the suddenly interesting pillow at the foot of bokuto’s bed

“i’m scared that you’ll find someone better than me” bokuto’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and opened his mouth as he was about to interject-“i’m not the prettiest, or the smartest, or the coolest or the most athletic, but yet you chose me to be your best friend kou” you mumbled

all bokuto could do was watch as his love broke down in front of him, spewing all these lies about herself, degrading herself in front of him

honestly bokuto was pissed

who inserted all these negative thoughts into your pretty little head?

who made his special girl feel like she wasn’t enough for him, when it was him who didn’t deserve her?

she is kind, understanding, and loving. she is also vEry smart. which is why he couldn’t figure out why you thought you were less than what you were

he didn’t understand how you couldn’t see how wonderful you are

“i’m scared that you won’t return my feelings”

there it was

bokuto pushed you by your shoulders, far enough to let you see his beautiful face, but not too far to the point where it seems like he’s doing it out of disgust

“oh y/n. my sweet girl, my special girl, you have absolutely nothing to worry about! y/n, i’m in love with you, i’ve been in love with you since you were a second-year. and i never doubted oNce that you were the one for me.” he stroked your cheek

“im so sorry if i didn’t reassure you, pretty. i just thought that you already knew these things. i’m kinda stupid, even for one of the top 5 aces in japan!!” he joked, causing you to let out a few giggles

you looked into his bright eyes, and cupped his soft, warm cheek, and slowly leaned towards his pink lips

“kOu!!! y/N!!! dinners ready!!”

goodamnit

you immediately placed your hands on his chest, planning to push him away and coax him to going down for dinner

until

he leans down and captures your lips with a heated kiss

your hands made their way into his still damp hair and tugged, making him groan into your mouth

your body involuntarily arched at his touch, letting you feel his bulge as he pressed into you

you started to rock your hips against his, wanting to feel the friction between your clothed groins

“k-kou— kou please‘ you whimpered into his mouth, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for

“shit babe i gotta stop or else i won’t be able to hold myself back,, and i want our first time to be special” he mumbled against your kiss bitten lips

gOsh

he was so cute :(( he wanted your guys’ first time to be special :((

mom :( i’m :( in :( love :(

“okay kou, lets go downstairs then” you suggested as you tried to push him off of you

“bUt pretty giRL—“ “no whining kou, lets go big boy, you must be hungry” you said as you finally got him off of you and sitting on the edge of his bed as you tried to pull his arm

“yeah i’m hungry just not for food tho” he mumbled lowly, not letting you catch it”

“what was that?” “nOTHING i’m starving haha let’s eat” “oh okay”

after the both of you made your way downstairs, bokuto i’d mom had immediately noticed your interlocked hands and started cheering

“I KNEW IT!! Y/N WAS GONNA BE OUR DAUGHTER-IN-LAW” she yelled in her husbands face as the both cheered while you and bokuto just stood there

“i’m so proud of you son, you finally grew a pair and asked her out after what? months and months of pining after her? ‘dAd how do i ask a pretty girl out?’ and ‘daD she’s so beautiFul i feel like i’m gonna pEe myseLf’”

“dAAD STOP EMBARRASSING ME”

any time spent with bokuto was never boring

after that day, bokuto had taken you on several dates, until he formally asked you out

and he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for

he always had snacks ready

he always made sure to text you and call you to tell you whenever he was busy so that you wouldn’t worry

he always made you one of his top priorities which felt nice

and bokuto just gives you so much love

but one thing is that,,, bokuto is very jealous

he would get all mopey and dejected whenever a guy or girl would come up to you and ask you for your number, or if you wanted to hang out with them sometime

obviously you declined, informing them that you had a boyfriend

but the fact that people still wouldn’t leave you alone pissed him off to no end

he voiced his thoughts to kuroo, who just thought that he was being stupid

there was no way you are gonna leave him for anyone else

bokuto was stupid to not see how utterly and completely in love you were with him

all you had in your heart was bokuto and nobody else was needed

but there was this one incident, where someone had groped you in public, right in front of him

and he went ballistic

if it wasn’t for his friends and you who held him back, he would’ve certainly gotten arrested for assault

even though it would’ve been fair

sexual assault is a big no no

after that day, you made sure that whenever you sensed bokuto feeling down or jealous, you would insure him that he was the only one and will only be the only one

which usually got him feeling better in a span of 2 minutes

when bokuto had gotten into the MSBY Black Jackals, you were so proud of him

you were happy that he was able to do what he loved and made it into his career

he was really an excellent volleyball player

you would try your best to make it to all of his games and he honestly really appreciated it

he was so thankful for you for being as loving and supporting as you were to him, he honestly didn’t think that he deserved you

but let’s be honest

bokuto deserves the world

meeting some of his teammates for the first time was hEctic

they had all come over for a small get together at yours and bokuto’s condo

hinata wa stour favourite, just because he was cute and you saw how much he admired bokuto

and sakusa was very nice?? surprisingly you got along with him just fine?? which surprised everybody else

but miya atsumu

whew

this boy was something else

you lOved him!! honestly!!!

but he was just a little shit sometimes it made you want to rip out your large intestine and eat it

he would sometimes crash at your shared condo with bokuto, after a night of drinking with their team

and he’d let you clean up after him AND your boyfriend, as they were both drunk out of their minds

there was one night where you had to sleep in the guest bedroom because koutaro and atsumu had fallen asleep in your bed

while cuddling each other

wow

but all in all he was a great guy, and someone you loved as your brother

sometimes

phew

the first time you had sex with bokuto

you were afraid

bc of the fact that you were a virgin n it was your first time

but luckily it was kou’s first time too!!

which put you at ease a little

but you were still afraid that you might not be able to satisfy him?? like what if he says that it doesn’t feel good?? or if he says that you sucked at sucking dick??

that would be so sad

so you did what you had to do

you contacted all your female friends and asked them to teach you how to uh sex

which was a very awkward conversation between your friend group, since most of them were virgins too

they suggested to take it slow and not spring it on him all at once, especially since most days he’d be too tired from practice

so after practice, you made your move

bokuto had just gotten home and had gone straight into the shower after giving you a little peck while you were cooking in the kitchen

you decided that you were going to let him eat to gain some strength before you sucked him dry

after his shower, he excited the room with black sweatpants hanging low on his hips

kinda like deja vu

this was a scene that would never get old

you say him down and fed him, knowing that he liked being babied on some days

and you honestly didn’t mind, you liked taking care of your boyfriend

he was just too cute

after dinner, you washed the dishes and pushed him on your shared bed, face first

you sat on his bum and started lather his back with lavender oil, knowing that he loved the smell and how warm it made his back feel

you started to massage his back, slowly starting to press your thumbs into the knots in his back, making him groan at the feeling

it went like that for at least 45 minutes, you finished up after tending to each knot in his back, making you feel very accomplished

you flipped him over, only to see his blissed out face. his eyelids were drooping and he had a little dopey smile on his face

you put your hands on his chest and slowly made your way down until they reached the hem of his sweats, which you slowly pulled down

releasing his semi hard cock from its confinements

you felt yourself start to drool at the thought of gagging and slobbering all over his fat cock

he was barely conscious until you licked a fat strip from the base to the tip

which woke him up pretty well

“s-shit babe“

his large calloused hands tangled themselves into your hair and started slowly pushing your head back onto his awaiting dick

which you gladly took into your mouth

he stared with a slow place as you caressed his cock with your warm tongue as he pushed your head down, and suckled on his tip when he pulled back

you loved the feeling of his fat cock going down your tight throat

the feeling of your drool and his precum mixing made you clench your thighs, which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend

“fuck, thats it pretty girl, take it down your throat. you’re such a good girl. baby’s gonna take my load right? you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it all for me right?” he teased as he pulled you off of his dick

you coughed and nodded your head, moving your face near his crotch again, wanting to keep it in your mouth

he chuckled at the desperate look you had given him when he didn’t give you what you wanted

luckily, you had only been wearing your panties and one of bokuto’s oversized shirts

you loved wearing his clothing especially because you liked having yourself covered in his scent

he just smelled so nice

he pulled you up and pushed your hips to turn you around

which made your hips over over his awaiting mouth while your were faced with his dripping cock

you started to slowly give the head kitten licks, until those licks turned into long and hard sucks

he pushed your panties to the side and grabbed your hips, pushing your pussy into his waiting mouth

his tongue was relentless

alternating from roughly licking your clit to dipping his tongue in your slit, moving his tongue with vigour

his manhandling had made you work even harder, getting him closer to his euphoria

cuz you are the cause of bo’s euphoria🥺

yEah yEAh yEah yEah yEah yeAhhhh

anyways

once hit started to stroke your clit with his thumb

it was over.

you were done and creaming on his face while bokuto was releasing on your face as well

shiT

bokuto really do be hitting different

he gently pushed your body off of his and reached for a towel, gently wiping your face while whispering apologies

after he was done he gently kissed your lips and got on top of you once more, using both his hands to spread your legs to reveal your glistening slit

(psa sex isn’t really like this irl LOL i’m exaggerating it,, but if u find someone who cares enough about u then it might just be like how i describe it👁👄👁 my first time having sex was with a skinny weeb gamer boy who sold marijuana to the crazy people downtown so,,)

anyways

bokuto shoved two meaty fingers into your hole, spreading you out even more and scissoring you

making you arch your back off of the bed

shit bokuto felt like he was about to bust just looking at you

“i’m gonna make you feel so good pretty girl, you won’t even remember anything but my name.”

👁👄👁 ok den

one thing bokuto loved to do was go on late night drives with you??

it was surprising that bokuto had a license in the first place but after he had graduated you had forced him to get one, because obviously it was necessary smh

he had taken you to your guys’ favourite spot

which was just on top of a hill that had a beautiful view of all the city lights

his car always had extra pillows and blankets just in case you guys had a last minute trip to your spot

he immediately set up the pillows in the trunk and beckoned you to come over and sit next to him

““i love being here with you kou, it’s like just yesterday i was still tackling you in the convenience market for the last onigiri” you reminisced

he laughed and buried his nose into your hair, loving the smell of your fragrant shampoo

his large hands rubbed your sides, making you snuggle into his side even more than you were

he was just so warm and cuddly

it was hard not to just bury yourself in him

“i love you y/n. you know i’d give you the world if i could right?” ““i know kou, i love you too. you don’t need to give me the world because i have you, you are my world”

damn

you never failed to fluster him, after years of being with each other

you were so in love with this boy

all you knew was bokuto

he was your first everything, and hopefully your last

he slipped out of your hold and stood up, admiring the view of the city as he walked a little, until he suddenly turned to face a confused you

like y was he suddenly standing up

until he wasn’t

this was bokuto koutaro, the love of your life, down on one knee, as he held a white velvet box, which contained the prettiest diamond ring you could ever get

you immediately felt tears starting to stream down your face, even though he hasn’t said anything yet

“y/n,, i’m so in love with you. i don’t wanna be with anyone else but you. you give me happiness, love, faith, and courage. i want to be by your side until we grow old together. i have loved you since you tried to choke the shit outta me in that convenience store. you loved me at my worst, and my best, you are the cause of all good things in my life. you are the cause of my euphoria. no, you are my euphoria. pretty girl,, will you continue being my euphoria?”

you couldn’t help yourself as you jumped into his arms and started peppering kisses around his face while mumbling yes with each kiss

he took your hand and gently slid the ring on your finger

now he could show people that you were his, as he was yours

“i love you kou”

““i love you more, pretty girl” he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head

“kou,,” “mm?”

“i’m pregnant”

“wha”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #bokutou x reader #bokutou koutarou #volleyball #volleygays #haikyuu headcanons

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pocketfulofrogers · 4 years

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Two Bullets and a Proposal

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Request: Can you please do a adam ruzek x reader where the two of you are having a cozy night at home just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company

Summary: Adam has a rough day and painkillers leave lips loose.

Notes: I’m not even going to provide an excuse as to where I’ve been. I have the flu so have this unedited, fever induced fluff.

Masterlist / Requests

You can count the fears you have on just one hand.

At the very top of the list is receiving a phone call from someone on Adam’s team while he’s at work. See, texts work just fine for little inquires and funny anecdotes, but phone calls? Phone calls are reserved for the serious things, the scary things, the ‘get here now’ things.

An unspoken rule.

So, when your phone begins to ring two hours into what Adam had called a ‘no big deal undercover meeting with some nobodies’, a lie that licked ice on the back of your neck, your heart fell straight into your stomach.

“How bad? Where is he?”

“Okay first, take a breath.” Kim says calmly. “He’s fine, he actually didn’t want any of us calling you.”

You close your eyes, will your blood pressure to lower. “Where is he?” You repeat again.

“We’re all at Med. I’ve only got a small window to talk to you, he’s getting an x-ray right now. The bullets-“

“He was shot?!”

“- hit the vest, there’s just some bruising around his ribs. Please breathe.”

“But he’s okay?”

“Yeah, a little more whiny than usual, but, yes, he’s fine.”

Adam cannot count on one hand the amount of times he’s been shot. Vest or not, but each time seems to hurt more than he remembers.

Voight had asked first thing if he wanted to call you, but he didn’t think he could handle the fear in your eyes had you come. This was definitely something he wanted to keep you as far as he could for as long as he could. Still, as he sat there in his living room with a bag of ice taped to his bruised skin, you were the only person he wanted.

A few hours prior you had called to ask him when he’d be off and he fed you some story about having to stay late for some paperwork or something. When he finds you on the other side of his door, a bag in your hand and a raised brow, he’s only sort of surprised. You knew him better than anyone ever had and he loved you for that.

“Kim is a-“

“Good friend.” You finish for him pointedly. “I have food and real ice packs.”

“Beer?”

“Not with those pain meds sir.”

“That would never happen in real life!” Adam exclaims and you roll your eyes. “They have at least three uncovered exits! That guy could slip away and then that girl could really die.”

You drag your fingers along the nape of his neck. “Baby, you know this is a low budget action movie, right? Not real, not even supposed to be good.”

He grumbles out a “research isn’t that hard”.

You laugh and gently tug on his earlobe. “It’s time for you to ice again.”

He watches with a small smile as you climb out of the small nook you had made next to him, grabs onto your hand and gives it a small squeeze. You still smelt of lavender and menthol from some homemade cream your grandmother had sworn by. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that it did nothing but probably make him smell like her.

A tune you often hum mindlessly floats in from the kitchen and he can no longer think of how much pain he’s in, only of how much he adores you, how happy hearing that little song for the rest of his life would make him.

The moment disappears quickly though, when you so aptly pull him from his thoughts with a “why does your face look like that?”

“Like what.”

“Like your mistress just messaged you and you can’t wait for me to leave.” You laugh. “What’s got you so excited?”.

He’s so close to telling you, so close to pulling out that ring he’s had stashed for two months and not so gracefully dropping to one knee, but he feels you deserve more. Then again, there may never be a perfect moment, the right setting, the greatest of circumstances.

“Marry me.” He blurts out to even his own surprise.

Your eyes go wide, lips frozen around a response you don’t have. “Wha-“

“Shit- no- I didn’t-“ He sputters out and groans. “Damn pain pills.”

You lower yourself slowly onto the couch, shock stalling out your mind. You tilt your head, try to start five different times, but Adam rushes in.

“If it’s not something you want, or something you’re even thinking about, that’s fine. We love each other and that’s enough for me. I’ve only thought about it a few times, I honestly don’t even know if I’m ready, so-“

“You already bought the ring, didn’t you?”

“…No?”

“Sock drawer or closet?”

If he wasn’t so mortified, he’d chuckle. “Nightstand, drawer with my badge.” You only nod, staring off in front of you and suddenly he’s scared. “Seriously, Y/N, babe, if this isn’t something you’ve ever thought about, or you’re not ready, that’s okay. Really, it won’t change a thing between us.” No response. “Unless I’ve already messed things up.” He adds quietly.

“What? No, Adam of course not. It’s just today was already an emotional roller coaster.” You laugh nervously.

He furrows his brows. “Being a cop is all I know. I don’t know if I could ever give it up, it’s a part of me.”

You place a hand on his arm and shake your head. “I would never ask you to do something like that. But now that I have a lot more invested in us, you’re going to have to be a hell of a lot more careful. Cause I swear, Adam Ruzek, you make me a widow and I’ll follow you to the grave and rip you back out myself.” His eyes meet your smirk- only you could look at the light and the dark to pull the humor from both.

His face lights up. “Is that a yes?”

“Why don’t you ask me properly first?”

He gets up as quickly as he can, ignoring your attempts to scold him for irritating his injuries. When he returns, there’s a black velvet box in his hands and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. You have to resist the urge to rush to him when he attempts to drop down to one knee, but he insists he has to do this ‘proper’.

“This is not how I expected this to go at all. I used to spend days thinking of the perfect way to show you just how much I love you- the perfect way to start our new journey.”

“Nothing is perfect.” You interject with a smile and tears on your waterline.

“But you’re pretty damn close, aren’t you?” Adam takes your hand. “This life, my life, is messy sometimes. I’m not sure exactly what I did in this world to deserve you, but I wake up grateful everyday knowing that I am lucky enough to be loved by you.”

You’ll tell him later that it is you that is lucky.

“I will gladly spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me. Don’t get me wrong, there will be bad days and scary days, but know this: it’s going to take a lot for this world to take me from you.” He catches a tear that falls from your eye with his thumb before he opens the little box in his hand revealing a beautiful diamond nestled between a few smaller ones. “So, F/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your smile widens impossibly so. “Nothing would make me happier.”

He slides the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit in so many ways, and leans in to kiss you- the taste of joy on his lips.

#adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek imagine #Chicago PD #Adam Ruzek #Kim Burges #Chicago Fire #chicago med

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years

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You Make Me Nervous

A/n: soooo I couldn’t think of a way to do this WELL without is being a school au so here you go my lovelies! BTW Requests open (for multiple groups)

Requested by the wonderful @sweetie-yoongi7 sorry it took so long lol! I had school and then I got a concussion lmao. but hope you like it!

MEMBER: Hyunjin ft. Stray Kids

Warnings: Swearing, bullying

Summary: Hyunjin used to be one of your closest friends. He even lived down the street from you. During middle school, things all started to go wrong when you discovered feelings for him and soon after he became cold and distant. The two of you drifted apart but recently in your junior year of high school he seems to have taken the wrong kind of interest in you. Days of pinkie promises and walking home from school have been traded for menacing words in the halls and harassment after hours. Was this really the boy you had fallen for? Or was he gone forever?

Genre: High angst, school au, bully au, bad boy au, (also I hate writing a pitiful reader because hell no be a strong woman, but seriously if something is going on feel free to message me. I am always here to talk.)

Times of Popsicles on my front porch and jump ropes were long gone. My junior year of high school and for lack of a better word, my life had gone to shit. Yeah, I had a couple of friends, but they weren’t really people I’d consider hanging out with at lunch or outside of school. I had a boyfriend at the beginning of the year, but that didn’t last long either. The douche bag cheated on me with some girl in his bio class. So, I didn’t really talk to Jun anymore.

However, what really made my life suck was not the friends or the boyfriend. It was Hwang Hyunjin and his group of asshats. Hwang Hyunjin was one of the most popular boys in school, not to mention one of the most good looking. He was our class president and maybe not the smartest in the class, but he still had all the teachers wrapped around his finger. He was also one of the biggest bullies in our school and I was his lucky target.

This morning went like any other. My uniform skirt was itchy like always when I sat in classroom 2-06. I sat somewhat near the back so no one would bother me, but Hyunjin and his lackeys always sat near me so they could mess with me the rest of the day.

With rude notes thrown at me and boys pinching harshly at my legs every time I got up, I was extremely pissed off by the end of the day. Changbin, Hyunjin’s friend, tripping me as I exited the classroom was the last straw. “What’s your problem?” I screamed at the sharp chinned boy.

He laughed, eyes wide at my response. The halls were long empty by now and teachers had left for the day. “Oh, Hyunjin! She seems a little feisty today. I heard you like them that way.” He nudged the tall boy towards me causing the younger to smirk. With a harsh move of his hand, Hyunjin shoved me against the wall.

“Now, I don’t quite remember telling you, that you could leave. Do you?” He kept his voice low, but loud enough for Changbin and the other two boys, Han and Felix, to hear. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as a devilish smirk played on his lips. I kept my chin up and stared defiantly back at him with my shoulders back.

“Get out of my way asshole, before I tell your little friends you used to sleep with a Barney doll. Oops. Sorry.” A smile threatened to cross my face, but the look Hyunjin gave me stopped it. With one turn of his head his friends’ laughter silenced. Turning back to me, his hand went to my cheek.

“Oh, Y/n.” He pushed it aside rather harshly and shoved me to the floor. “No wonder you fucked it up with Jun. There’s nothing here any normal guy would want.” He started to walk away, but turned back to me. “Stuff her in the locker room. School will be locked until Monday.” Changbin and Felix grabbed my arms and tried to pull me down the hall while I struggled and screamed against their grip.

“You mother fucking dickheads! Let me go pea-brains! Hwang Hyunjin! You bastard!” I could swear I saw him glance back before walking down the hall with Han. It didn’t matter. Felix and Changbin dragged me into the boys locker room and shoved me into one of the lockers. “See you on Monday." Felix’s rough voice said as he slammed the door shut, bolting me inside with no way to get out.

I screamed for hours on end, hoping someone would hear me. Soon I gave up and sat in the bottom of the cramped locker. My cheek pressed against the cold metal and I tried not to cry. He really wasn't the boy I remembered was he? I think it was time I gave up on the fantasy that Hyunjin will return to the boy I fell in love with when I was little.

All of sudden the door opened causing moonlight to stream into the cramped space. Before me stood a boy with a worried look on his face and his hair a mess. "Y/n?" He held out his hand and helped me out of the cramped space. "Are you okay?" I nodded and tried to brush myself off. The dim moonlight cast a small glow over the boy's face, letting me see my rescuer. "Jeongin, how did you know I was here?" He looked at the ground for a fleeting second before meeting my eyes again and walking out of the locker room.

"I was studying late in the library and on my way out I heard you yelling." The cool night air was refreshing as we walked outside. "You have no idea how grateful I am." He smiled at looked at me. There was a little bit of a pause before he spoke again. "Y/n, you don't have many friends, do you?" I started to shift uncomfortably under his stare, but something about Jeongin made me feel safe. Like I could say anything.

"No, not really." Trying to cover the sad statement with a laugh I fiddled with the strap of my bag. Normally I didn't mind being alone. But as of late, I seemed to be sad all the time and then there was the Hyunjin fiasco. Jeongin was in my class as well. He sat near the front and was one of the brighter students of our classroom. I had heard before that he also used to have history with Hyunjin. The two of us had never spoken, but suddenly had a connection that made us inseparable.

After that night, everywhere I looked Jeongin was there. He moved to sit beside me in class and we ran home together trying to escape the fury of Han and his marshmallow shooter. The boy quickly became my closest friend.

A couple months later, Jeongin and I walked out to the courtyard for our class' free period. It was a sunny day and the two of us wandered over to our usual spot under this big green tree. We usually just sat and talked. Sometimes we did homework if neither of us were distracted. However, today Jeongin stopped me before I sat against the roots.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?" His usual bright smile was replaced with a look of worry and he fidgeted with the hem of his uniform. I didn't understand why he couldn't out right ask. He usually was very straight forward and often had little to no filter.

"You can always ask me anything!" A little smile flashed at the corner of his lips, making me realize how cute he was with that nervous grin, braces proudly showing. "Umm...well. I'm not the most good looking, and I know that I'm not what you had expected. But that doesn't change the fact that I think you're the most wonderful girl I've ever met."

His words shocked me. Surprisingly they left a feeling in my stomach that could only be described as the drop of a roller coaster. His eyes were kept firmly on his shoes. After a pause Jeongin looked up with hopeful eyes.

"Let's date, Y/n."

He took a step closer and before I could even register that it had happened his lips left my cheek. My fingers brushed the skin that still had a tingling sensation. The bell rang signaling free period's end. I turned back to look at Jeongin.

"You don't have to answer right away. I'll meet you back here to walk home!" He walked back into the building while I stood there a moment trying to process what happened.

The rest of the day I couldn't help at glance at Jeongin next to me. I didn't even notice Hyunjin in the seat in front of me. Even when he spilled his soda on textbook, causing Han and Felix to laugh.

How did I really feel about Jeongin? I did like him. That was for sure. But, did I like him enough to date him? Or enough to forget my fantasy of the boy I remembered coming back to me. The thoughts whirled in my mind for hours.

It wasn't until I noticed I was alone in the classroom that I realized the school day had ended. Rushing outside, I raced to the tree and hoped that I hadn't made Jeongin wait too long. But, when I got there, he was no where to be found. I shrugged and sat against the roots thinking he must have stayed and talked to a teacher for something.

An hour passed and I began to think something was wrong. Getting up, I left my back pack by the tree and walked back towards the school. I heard voices near the back of the building, so I ventured there. As I turned the corner I saw Jeongin pinned against the wall by Hyunjin.

"You kissed her! What did I say? What did I tell you to do?" Hyunjin screamed. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw him glance back at Changbin and Felix. It must have been in my head, but it looked like he was searching for approval from them.

Quickly it disappeared and his glare returned. "I'm sorry..." Jeongin whimpered. Somehow I realized what was going to happen before any sign was given. It took every muscle and fiber of my being as I sprinted forward. The only thing I felt was a strike to my jaw before I fell to the ground.

Looking up from the ground, I saw the shocked faces of Jeongin and Hyunjin. The entire left side of my face felt like a train had run over it. I touched my lip and pulled away to find blood. Hyunjin looked from me to his hand, which to my surprise was trembling.

"Jeongin, are you okay?" I asked, still on the ground. He slowly nodded and looked from me to the boys around us. All of a sudden we heard the voices of the security guards coming closer. Jeongin raced off in one direction, while Changbin and Felix took off in another. Hyunjin just stood there. Almost in a trance. I stood quickly and turned to run, but was stopped by the voices of the guards being dangerously close.

I felt someone pull on my wrist and I was, though quickly, gently placed against the wall. Stunned, I looked up to see Hyunjin looking around the corner, his body pressed close to mine. His hand reached carefully up to my cheek, covering up the red mark and cut on my lip. The first glimpse of the two guards he closed his eyes tight and rested his forehead against mine.

I stood frozen. I didn't fully understand what was going on. What I didn't know was that Hyunjin's heart was beating just as fast as mine.

"Yah! You two kids! Don't mess around on school property! Take your girlfriend home!" The loud voice of the guard said from a short distance away. I began to turn my head in response, but Hyunjin kept me in place as he looked up instead. He tenderly brought my head into his chest, so they couldn't see my face. I heard him respond before he reached down for my hand and pulled me away in the opposite direction.

Many thoughts ran through my mind. All I could do was stare in front of me at Hyunjin, who still gripped tightly onto my hand. I followed where led, but it soon became clear he didn't have a set location.

"Hyunjin!" He turned and stopped at my voice. Immediately I felt bad for yelling at him. His cheeks were stained with tears that he was obviously trying to keep in. He quickly let go of my hand, realizing he was still holding it.

The two of us stood there next to the brick wall that separated the school from the neighborhood. Hyunjin quickly wiped away the tears and took a breath before composing himself. However, his cool exterior didn't return. The Hyunjin in front of me had his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoes now seemed very interesting to him. The sight reminded me of when we were little and he accidentally lost my ball over a fence.

"Yah, Hyunjin. Don't worry about. I won't tell anyone about this. I know you hate me." For some reason it hurt me to see him like this, even though I didn't understand. "I don't hate you." He said softly still looking at the ground. He didn't hate me? The boy who constantly tortured me? The one who took my underwear after gym class and strung it on the flag pole? The one who deleted my competition essay fifteen minutes before the deadline?

"You make me nervous." Hyunjin confessed. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but I was stunned into silence. It was this moment that he gained enough courage to look me in the eye. As soon as he did, he lost it and looked everywhere but my eyes.

"After middle school I just didn't know how to act around you. I was anxious to see you all the time. But, slowly we started to drift apart and we both found new friends. I kind of got sucked into the wrong crowd. I'm not proud of it, but I really wanted Changbin, and Han, and Felix to like me. I figured that any attention from you would make me happy. It just spiraled out of control. I hated every minute of it."

Genuine hurt and shame showed on his face, and tears threatened to fall from his dark eyes. “Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I knew you wouldn’t notice me if I didn’t make you. Especially with grades and friends like mine. I liked you too much to just let you slip away. I never meant to hurt you.”

When my silence continued, Hyunjin walked to the wall and slid down its surface. Part of me wondered if he had finished speaking, but I stayed quiet. Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair and played with a bracelet on his wrist. “When we were younger it was always you taking care of me. I was always the weaker one. I think that’s why I liked- like-you so much. You were always so strong. I wanted you to see I wasn’t that little boy anymore. That I was strong enough to take care of you. Not that you need to be taken care of, but because I want- I have this desire to be next to you and take care of you.”

After a moment I moved and sat next to him against the wall. “Three things.” I said looking forward. “One; what makes you think that I care about your grades? Two; I don’t think you remember how strong you actually were when we were little. I was always the emotional one. I used to climb up to your bedroom window when I was crying from a bad dream. I did that because I knew you would take care of me.”

A soft wind started to blow through the trees. The breeze lifted leaves across the street. “You said three things. That was two.” “I thought you weren’t smart?” “Okay, I can count.” He turned showing me that smile of his that made me forget the past couple of years. “Three is.....I think you should kiss me to make up for being a complete asshat.”

“I wasn’t a complete asshat-” “You were the Royal Bitch Master General.” His laughter floated on the wind like notes of the perfect melody. “I thought you liked Jeongin?” For the first time Hyunjin looked over at me. A sigh of relief left him as I shook my head no. “Y/n, I like you.” He turned causing a strand of his hair to fall in front of his eyes. “You better kiss me right now before I remember your little Barney doll.” “Oh my god! Shut up!” He said with a smile as he pulled me closer.

I walked into class a little later than usual the next day. Finding Hyunjin’s stare, I walked to my seat behind him. However, before I got there I tripped over Han’s foot which was conveniently out in the aisle. I felt a grip on my arm steadying my balance. Hyunjin kept his stare forward, but he allowed his hand to linger on my arm for a second to long. When his touch left, I turned towards his laughing friend.

“Yah! Han Jisung! Acting like a prick won’t make yours any bigger than the microscopic length it already is.” The entire classroom reacted as I smirked and went to my seat. The class went quiet as the teacher came in the room. I could tell Mr.Jung was pissed off as soon as he walked through the door. I just prayed I wasn’t the student he preyed on today.

“Everyone, quiet. Today we will be reviewing last week’s lesson on hyperbolas, parabolas, ellipses,etc, etc, etc.” Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, his left hand hanging off the back of the chair balled in a fist. He let out a shaky sigh. Math was never his strong suit.

“Mr. Hwang.” Hyunjin tensed in his seat. Mr. Jung’s target had been acquired. “Can you please explain to the class how you would get the rectangular form of a parametric equation.” The entire class looked back at Hyunjin expectant for an answer. “Well-I...uh for--um...” I saw his knuckles turn white. “Mr. Hwang, it’s quite simple. Cut the ‘uh’s and the ‘um’s.” Hyunjin ran a shaky hand through his hair while the other curled tighter and tighter to the point where I was afraid he would make himself bleed. “I’m sorry- I don’t kn-” “You don’t know!” Hyunjin flinched as Mr. Jung continued to yell at him.

Instinctively I leaned over my desk and reached for his hand over. The tension in his fist eased as he felt the touch of my skin. Slowly he opened his hand and his fingers entangled themselves with mine. He let out a slow breath and I saw the tension leave his shoulders. My thumb brushed across his skin. Every time Mr. Jung yelled at Hyunjin I just hoped I could keep him calm.

Eventually we got through the end of class, and then the end of the school day. When the bell rang Hyunjin’s hand was still holding onto mine between our desks. “You coming, dude?” Changbin asked as he headed out the door. Actually-uh-I think I’m going to ‘borrow’ some notes from the nerd-OW!” He exclaimed as I squeezed his hand really hard. “You okay?” He shook his head before responding. “Uh-yeah. My hand just still hurts from yesterday. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The two of us watched as Changbin exited leaving us alone in the classroom. “That hurt, you know.” I smiled as he turned around and brought our intertwined hands up onto my desk. “Good. Don’t call your tutor a nerd.” I said moving to go sit on top of his desk. “My tutor?” He said leaning back in his seat and looking up at me.”Well....you suck at for lack of a better word..school. Therefore, I will tutor you after school.”

He smiled and his hand found mine again. “Dream come true. I get my girlfriend to myself and I get to pass pre-calculus.” Pulling on the fabric of his shirt, I brought his lips to mine. “What if did less studying and more other stuff?” A little smirk played on my lips when surprise came over his features. “You know I’m tired of the school girl aesthetic.” “Yeah?” He played with the edge of my skirt before looking me in the eyes again. “You what would be really sexy?”

“What?” “You. In my bed. In sweatpants and hoodie. After I pass math. Or helping me pass math. Either will get me off.” He said trying to keep a straight face. I laughed and kissed him again. “That sounds awesome. Wanna go now?” He nodded and got up, shouldering his bag. “Off to my house!” He said as he followed me to the door. “Off to learn about parametric formulas and graphs!”

“I change my mind. I’ll do the school girl thing. It’s sexist and demeaning, but I’m all for it now. Let’s just not do graphs.”

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Cuming Clean

“Ooookay, but you’re wifin’ up a fucking stripper, Ty! Like, please explain to me what you expected? No better yet, explain to me why you’re surprised everytime ya’ll shit goes south?” I stood with my arms crossed, waiting for the explanation I know he would once again fail to be able to give to me. Ty chuckled bitingly, plopping himself down on his king sized bed and scrolling through his texts before replying back to me. “Where’s your man at, ‘Brina? Oh that’s right - you don’t have one. Get you one and then give me some mufuckin’ relationship advice, aight?” He shot at me, looking up from his phone now.

“Oh word? So you’re going there again? You know what Michael? Keep runnin’ back to that shakin’ it for dollars ass BITCH! And keep gettin’ cheated on, manipulated-” Tyga cut me off, “Nah. Don’t get mad now because some truth is thrown back at your ass again. It be all good until a nigga remind you that you’re still single, right?” He threw his phone off to the side of him on the bed now, getting hype and using his hands to talk for him. Michael and I had been best friends since high school and we have had these arguments on and off ever since he started dating Chyna. She was this known stripper in our city where we lived; because of that fact, I expected him to drop her like a bad habit the first time she fucked up. But no, Michael continued to go back and forth with her and up and down; their relationship was a turbulent roller coaster. I only argued with him and gave him a piece of my mind because I loved him and refused to sit back and watch a fucking golddiggin’ bitch treat my best friend any kind of way. Ty deserved everything and more, what he really deserved was me. I stopped dropping hints about us being together after he got with Chyna because the fact that he would even be interested in a chick like that, when he had a best friend like me around. It disgusted me to my core, I was au naturale while she was plumped, siliconed out and paid for with cash. I couldn’t stand that shit and so everytime he came running to me with their problems and he always did, I made it a point to tell him how I really felt about it. Honesty was always our motto, except when it came to me telling Ty straight up that I wanted him for myself. That’s why I hadn’t kept a boyfriend long enough or attempted to have one within 6 months or so, I wanted Ty and no one else. I felt my blood boiling immediately; I couldn’t stand it when he took it there. We equally would start to take jabs at each other, until one or both of us leaves and don’t call each other until we’ve calmed down; both apologizing. I swear this bitch has brought on a see-saw friendship between us and I was tired of being dizzy from our up and down. “I’d rather be single any-fucking-day of the week than do what you’re doing! Dating a fucking bitch who probably fucks and sucks niggas in the VIP room for extra dollars so she can buy some fuckin’ Red Bottoms. Low life ass bitch. And since you’re with her, that makes you a low life ass nigga.” I spat at him, my face all frowned up from disdain. My arms were crossed underneath my breasts and I shot looks of daggers in Tyga’s direction. He shot up from the bed, pointing his finger all in my face now, “YO! Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Sabrina. I’m not playing with your ass right now. You not about to straight disrespect me in my house.” He warned. “Fuck you! I see somebody else doesn’t like hearing the truth either, do they?” I laughed cynically and knocked his fingers down from out of my face. “Nah, fuck YOU! You don’t even know what the fuck you talking about.” He bit his lip, breathing hard through his nose and glaring at me before he began to pace around the room a little. “If I’m not right, then why are you so upset then, Ty? Huh? Huh? Calm your ass down if I’m not right.” I spoke just under a yell. He paced some more before he came back to stand in front of me, he was actually shaking a little from how angry he was right now. I’d never seen him this angry before, even with all the times we argued combined. “Sabrina, like I said - you don’t know shit of what you’re talking about. So just shut the fu-” I interjected, “I know that I want you!” I divulged suddenly. I couldn’t even believe I let those words slip from my mouth. Ty’s jaws untightened as he looked me in my eyes; his breathing still rough though. “You what? What did you just say?” I hesitated before I repeated myself, stammering over my once spoken words. “I-I-I said I want you.” Our eyes locked for a minute and for that minute, it seemed that the world around us just stopped with my confession. “I want you, too.” Tyga admitted abruptly. I thought it was a sick joke on me at first. Before my mind could even comprehend and absorb what he’d just said, he was grabbing my face in his hands and pressing his lips into mine. Our lips were slipping and sliding off of one anothers roughly before I slid my tongue into his mouth, searching for his; sucking his tongue hard and slow when our tongues met. Our kiss began to turn very hot and heavy, with me pulling his body in closer to mine. I sucked his tongue down to the tip, before pulling back and pecking his lips; both of us breathing slightly hard from that kiss. Ty continued to look at me for a moment, I think we were both in shock that this was happening. I didn’t even know he felt the same way I had all this time. He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and lifted it up my torso, making me lift my arms up so he could pull it all the way off of me, throwing it. I did the same for him with his wife beater, lifting it up his body and over his head. Ty licked his lips, examining my body because he had never seen me in this light before. He grabbed me by my skirt, playing around with the waistline for a few before he started to pull it down over my hips and watched it fall the rest of the way down. I bit my lip softly, as I moved my hands over to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them and tugging them down his body. We both stepped out of our bottoms, as my hands ran up his small but muscular arms, fire and anticipation coursing through my body. “Ty…” I whispered to him, my hands making their way from his arms over to his chest. Tracing his tattoos with my fingers. “Whassup?” He bit his lip from the way my gentle touch was breaking him out in goosebumps. I could feel them growing on him. “I want you to-” I began to elaborate on what I wanted him to do and how. I should have known he was going to do things his way. I’d known this man for years now, he hated being told what to do, and everytime he was told; he’d always do it opposite or put his own spin on it. “Shhhh.” He put his finger up to my lips. “Follow my lead, 'Brina.” He said my name with so much passion, I’d never heard him call it out like that before. He brought his finger down from my lips and climbed onto the bed, sliding to the middle of it; his bed looked so big compared to him. He grabbed one of his pillows and placed it behind his head comfortably, motioning for me to come join him. I climbed up onto the bed, sliding up his legs and stopping right at his boxers. They had to go; I pulled them down from the waistband, my eyes widening at the sight before them. Ty’s dick was more than I expected, now I knew why Chyna wouldn’t leave him alone; hell who would? I slid them further down as I moved up his legs some more, pulling his boxers off and letting them hit the floor. I went to grab his dick in my hands and wake him all the way up when Ty grabbed my other arm and pulled me up towards his face. “Nah nah, 'Brina. You’ll have plenty of time for that, but first.” His voice got low and deep. “I want that all in my face.” He looked down my body and then back up to my face. I got the hint. I moved my body up his slowly, straddling him the entire way up until I reached his face. Ty slid his hands up under my thighs and pulled me closer to his mouth now, feeling his breath up against me and making my clit throb out for him. He pulled me completely onto his face, his juicy lips covering my clit and his tongue flicking against it slowly at first. “Oooh shit..” I instantly moaned out, his warm tongue flicking up against my clit was heaven. I hadn’t felt a mans touch in a very long time. Ty pressed his tongue flat up against my clit, moving it up and down now; letting it slide down to slip inside of me fast and taste me. He groaned out against my pussy, sending vibrations throughout as he brought his tongue right back up to my clit to suck on it softly. I grabbed onto his head with both hands, rocking my hips against his tongue, only making him slide right back inside of me. I bit my bottom lip hard, throwing my head back as I rolled constantly into him, loving the way his tongue was stroking me. He would curve his long tongue upward so that it was hitting my g-spot and sending crazy moans rolling off of my lips. “Ahhhh fuck. Yes yes yes, right there..” I moaned out to him loudly through clenched teeth, only picking up my pace against his tongue, bouncing slightly now. His tongue was working wonders inside of me as I pulled back a little, making his tongue travel back up to my clit where I rolled myself against him hard; his tongue swirling around my clit effortlessly. Constantly moving against his tongue and the way he was working me was making me feel like I was about to cum. That feeling was growing and it was getting stronger, with every stroke his tongue made on my clit. He’d alternate afterwords and slip his tongue back down inside of me, making it stiff and sliding in and out of me. I began to grind against his tongue harder now, gripping his head tighter in my hands; thrusting myself into his tongue completely and rolling my hips so his tongue was making small circles around my clit while he sucked on it. “Tyyyyyy. Fuckk me.” I whined out to him, as my breathing began to pick up. That feeling that seemed to spread out across my whole body and make my toes curl up was coming in and it was coming in strong. I think Ty could tell I was about to explode all over him, so he dipped his tongue inside of me one last time, gripping my ass tight in his hands and forcing me to bounce on his tongue. A few long strokes of his tongue inside of me and I was cumming all over it; non-stop until I stopped shaking profusely and grabbing his head all types of hard. I slid back off of his mouth and looked behind me as I made my way down his body, leaving a trail of my juices all the way down. His dick stood straight up in the air, awaiting my pussys arrival as I grabbed it in my hand and slid back further; situating it for my opening. My hand gripped the base of his dick as I slowly slid myself down onto him, hearing Ty groan out from my tight warmth covering him. I too gasped and moaned out as he filled me up all the way. “Oh my Goddd.” I whispered as I began to rock myself on top of him, pulling his dick with my pussy in and out of me, but still gripping him tightly. I almost came instantly from the way he fit inside of me and was rubbing up against my g-spot. “Shittt.” I hissed out at him. Ty grabbed my hips, pulling me forward repeatedly onto him, making me rock harder; his dick slipping out of me just enough. I loved the way it felt when he’d slip out slightly and then I slammed back down on him. “Goddamn, Sabrina.” Ty moaned out; thrusting himself up inside of me harder now. “Take this dick..” He instructed. The harder he slammed into me, the harder I came back down on him. We were fucking the shit out of each other; I began to bounce on his dick hard while squeezing my muscles around him. “Ahh, I’M.TAKING.THIS.DICK! Fuuuuuck!” I screamed out in between breaths, as Ty went even harder inside of me, bouncing me hard. I rolled my hips as he bounced me on his dick, making him rock in and out of me harder than ever and feeling my walls begin to tighten around him. “Fuck, 'Bri, you gonna cum on this dick?” He grunted out, never slowing down his thrusts upward into me. “Make me cum on this dick.” I growled down at him, looking right into his eyes. Ty bit his bottom lip so hard, gripping a hold of my hips even tighter now, literally slamming me back down on his dick. Everytime he’d slam me down, I rolled my hips fast against him, feeling my orgasm building up quickly. “Yessssss, Tyyy.” I yelped out to him, causing him to smirk and roll his hips along with me, thrusting repeatedly into me. “Cum with me, 'Brina… fuuuuck, cum with me. I’m about to c-cum.” He spoke low, with his jaw clenched as he focused his last few strokes into me. As soon as I felt his dick swelling inside of my pussy, it was what sent me over the egde and into my orgasm. The last time I came down on his dick was when I busted all over him, rolling my hips still as I came. Ty came all inside of me, his warmness filling me up only made my orgasm prolonged; I loved the way he felt inside of me. “YESSSSSS, SHIT! SHIT! FUCKKK.” I screamed out, planting my hands on his chest hard as I continued to roll myself onto him, watching Ty’s facial expressions change from his eyes rolling back in his head to him watching me still cumming for him. I slowed down on top of him as my orgasm came to an end, but my breathing was still uneven, as I leaned into him with my hands, pulling him in and out of me slowly. “Daaaaamn, 'Brina.” Ty chuckled, licking his lips slowly. “What?” I giggled, blushing now that it was all said and done. “Nothin’. Just damnnn.” He smirked up at me, pulling me by my hands and making me fall into him. “So where does this leave us? Because after sex like that, ain’t no way we can still be just friends.” “I mean, you clearly know now what I want and have been wanting all this time.” I confessed for a second time today. “Honestly, I been wantin’ the same thing. Just didn’t know how to approach you about it, because I thought you never looked at a nigga that way.” I gave him a face, sucking my teeth. “Ty, I’ve wanted you since high school. Don’t play.” “Forreal? Then I’m mad at both of us. This should not have been the first time I tasted that pussy… goddamn.” He bit his bottom lip as I felt him growing again inside of me. “Mmmm. Show me how mad you are.” I teased him, ready for round two now.

Author | Kierra Posted | May 2012

#fantasiesxwritten #tyga #original story #smut #tyga smut

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BTS Reaction: Riding roller coasters at 6Flags

A/n: I can't help it but think to when half of BTS was screaming and Tae and Kook are the only ones who enjoyed it lmao.

Plus the roller coasters are more of my experience.

Kim Seokjin:

Looking at the Twisted Colossal, Jin wouldn't think that his death day would be today, he had so much to live for and yet seeing your happy face was the last thing he would see before he died.

You were busy trying to get the nervousness out of your system as you were doing your breath control and little weird scream.

"Next," one of the employees lift the chain up and you and Jin went under it. You decided to pick the seat in the middle, much to Jin's happiness.

Pulling the roller coaster bar harness, Jin sees you quickly buckle the seatbelt. The employees came to check on everyone seats as Jin felt the bar harness press onto him.

"Everybody ready!" The employee captain shouted through the mic and everyone had mixed reactions. Jin can hear the tire hissing as it starts moving slowly. He already panics.

Jin went to hold your hand and you only look at him with a smile as the big smile on your face never seems to disappear. "I hope you enjoy the ride, this is payback for what you did to my penguin in the game!"

As the ride went higher and higher until it reaches the top, it drops and Jin's rubber chicken scream can be heard all throughout the entire ride. While you were having the time of your life.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi only look at the ride as he feels his stomach drop. This is probably one of the fastest rides he had ever seen, and the speed would definitely break his rapping speed. The Velocity is the ride you had been waiting for.

The rush of everyone screams and shouting didn't leave his head. "Do we really have to do this?" Yoongi question you. You look at him with a happy look.

"Are you a chicken now?"

Yoongi just shrugged his shoulders.

"I mean what could go wrong on the ride Yoongi? If you live your days fighting against haters, you can survive this...after all life is a rollercoaster."

Once the employees dismiss everyone, you and Yoongi were next. He picks the seat in the middle. Quickly putting the seat harness over you both, you dangle your feet above the ground and check at Yoongi who you make sure is still alive.

"Are you ready?" You proudly ask him.

"More than I ever will be."

The bar above you hisses and Yoongi closes his eyes shut and let out a low-high pitch scream. You only laugh at his reaction. Without a waste, the ride zoom by and all you heard was Yoongi high pitch screaming while you were yelling 'yeah!', Yoongi is sure his soul left him without a doubt.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok was for sure right that you brought him for execution. The sound of people screaming and yelling left him feeling nervous. He hates it. Why do you like to torture him out of all the people?

"Hoseok you know a dare is a dare right?" You ask him the most obvious question. You and Hoseok lost to a bet against the boys and now you both were riding the Superman.

"Can we lie to them that we already rode it?"

"Dude, Taehyung and Jimin are right behind us."

"Next!" The employee yelled and Hoseok jump.

"You'll be fine, all you have to do is hold my hand." You took ahold of his hand and go to the front of the ride, much to Hoseok charging. But at last, it was still a dare.

You see his grimace face as he holds onto the armbar tightly that his knuckles turn white. You put one hand on top of his. "Hoseok if you die, I'll die with you."

"You will?" Hoseok asks since he is too scared to ask anything else.

"After all, I'm your ride or die on this ride."

"We don't have time for jokes-" Hoseok was cut off one the ride started moving. He already started screaming at the top of his lungs.

Kim Namjoon:

Both you and Namjoon were sitting in the seat silently and look on ahead. "Joon I'll see you on the other side of life alright?" You ask with a serious face.

"Yeah, I'll see you there too."

The ride starts moving and Namjoon had regret going on it. Seeing you looking on ahead, the Lex Luther ride was slowly moving and you Namjoon went to grab your hand. You hold his hand back.

"Do you still have any last words you want to say?" Looking out of the corner of your eyes, Namjoon looks nearly frozen.

"No, not really," as the ride went higher and higher, it suddenly drops and went fast. "I love my crabs!" Was the last thing Namjoon blurted out before holding your hand for dear life and start screaming.

You were laughing and screaming so hard when he said the last part when the ride drop.

This ride will reconsider what Namjoon future will be and what are his natural enemies now.

Park Jimin:

"Wow," Jimin's little surprise look didn't go amiss on his face, he was watching everyone riding the Harley Quinn.

The ride was spinning so fast that it went in circles. Jimin can't help it but feel worried. If he can survive the years with the rest on Bangtan, then he can survive this too.

"Jimin are you scared?" Looking up at him, he looks down at you and gives you a small smile.

"Just a little."

"Okay, you know you don't have to ride it if you don't feel like it if you have motion sickness." He shook his head at your words.

One of the employees came to escort you and Jimin on the ride. Both of you put the seat harness over both your chest and wait for them to check.

Once everything is set and in order, they turn on the lever. Jimin moves uncomfortably in his seat as his nervousness starts to show.

You offer him your hand and he gladly takes it.

The both of you ride the ride with joy.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was more excited than ever, as he impatiently waited in the line as he wanted to ride the Joker. His boxy smile never left his face as he takes hold of your hands and swings them back and forth.

"You're more excited than me Taehyung..."

"And you aren't?"

"I am!" You share his enthusiasm back.

"Oh look it's our turn!" He pulled you along and sit in the most comfortable seats. Taehyung makes sure to check your seat that you're all set before he checks his. He was very giggly and happy about the ride as he waited for it. This was the last ride he wants to go on before going home.

As the rides move, he couldn't contain his excitement.

"You're too adorable for this ride Taehyung." You laugh at his reaction and he just gives you the happy puppy look that had a little glimmer in his eyes.

Once the ride drop he screams out in happiness as you were screaming out the same emotions he was feeling too, with hands in the air.

Jeon Jungkook:

The both of you make the amusement park your playground and competition to see who gets scared first. And so far neither of you back down, instead, the both of you were enjoying it so far.

"Bet you can't handle this ride?"

"What, Wonder Woman? This is a girl's ride, why should I be scared?" Jungkook retort back and the both of you were smug at each other.

"This is the last ride so far, and we will see who is the real chicken in this relationship." You taunt him and Jungkook gives you one of his fake laughs.

"Haha very funny, you'll be the first one to go down like always when you go down on me."

With a gasp at his dirty choice of words, you slap his arm. "There are children here!"

As everyone gets off the ride, you and Jungkook went on the ride. "Get ready to lose." He proudly announces.

"Oh, we will see." You banter back at him.

As soon as they announce the ride will go off, you both give one each final look. When it actually happened the ride went back and forth at very high speed and you and Jungkook were screaming and laughing out in adrenaline.

Seems like the challenge will have to be something else.

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shelbysbrother · 5 years

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Summary: Time Travel AU [part 2]. Thanks to more magic, this time Luna and Wyatt go back in time, and must now make a decision that could change everything. [ @janeyrps ]

A couple weeks after she’d told Wyatt everything about her last journey through time, the two were back at the witch’s house, prepared to do it all over again. Except this time, they were doing it together. He wasn’t entirely sure the witch wasn’t some fraud who’d sent Luna on an emotional roller coaster, and frankly, she wasn’t sure either. But soon enough, her world went spinning again. And this time, before it did, she actually got a warning that wasn’t a riddle from the witch. Whatever happens, she said, everything going dark soon after, two past selves cannot meet face to face. You have one day.

While it still didn’t tell her if they’d gone back to her past this time, when she woke in another new city with Wyatt by her side, his expression told her they’d definitely gone back through his timeline. At least this time it didn’t seem like she would have to wander around until she could figure out where they were. With or without Wyatt alongside her for the ride, she knew it wouldn’t have taken her as long to figure out where here was with all the scenery of Spain in view.

Oh boy.

The last time she’d gotten back, Wyatt was mostly quiet, but he’d assured her that she’d made the right decision in keeping things the same. Now, though, as she watched him go through the shock of being in a familiar place, as he realized they had gone back in time, she was beginning to wonder if he was rethinking everything he’d told her before. Here he stood with a chance to change the very thing that made his life hell.

“Wyatt…?” she asked softly, shaking his arm a little. “Are you okay?”

He was still, silent. “It’s not the right time.” He looked around the streets, dazed. “We…we need to go. Come on.” Gently, he took her hand and led her through the streets, never once hesitating when it came to finding his destination.

They spent the day preparing to go to the club that started it all. It was highly exclusive, of course, and Wyatt told her they’d have to look the part if they were going to get in. Once Luna was in a dress short enough to make Phoebe proud, and Wyatt was dressed to the nines like he had been in her last trip through time, it had become late enough for them to start making their way toward the rather hidden entrance that was attached to a luxurious hotel. She’d been uncertain about how they were supposed to get past the bouncer with no invite or connections, but Wyatt, he knew all the right things to say. Luna went along with whatever he told the guy, nodding and staring at him with heart eyes, being the best arm candy she could be. With surprising ease, the bouncer let them through, and soon, they were descending into a dark, neon-lit wonderland. The bass thumped in her ears, smoke was dense in the air, and all around them was the live viewing of Dirty Dancing with a much more explicit rating. And that was just what she could see in the light.

The two of them made their way toward a bright white bar, finding a place at the corner to sit and watch the crowd. She checked the time on Wyatt’s watch, unsure of what was supposed to be happening right now. Would the old him be up in the room already with his…friends? Would he still be here? Was Wyatt going to sit and torture himself here…or was he going to do something?

“There he is,” he said unexpectedly, a glass of scotch in hand, eyes clued to a corner of the club with an intensity Luna wasn’t sure she’d seen yet. His voice was low, the disgust evident. “There’s the piece of shit.”

Luna turned to follow his gaze, and there, in a dark corner of the room, she saw a small group of people circling a table. It was one thing to hear all the stories, but it was an entirely different experience to see your boyfriend bent over the table, snorting up who knew what. The younger Wyatt sat back on the couch he occupied; wiping his nose before turning to the guy next to him and practically sticking his tongue down the man’s throat. After that, he stood, more than a little disheveled, and headed back toward the masses on the dance floor. Yup. Luna had walked right into what was easily a top five nightmare.

“Son of a bitch,” Wyatt hissed next to her. Luna turned in time to see him down his drink before waving for the bartender to bring him another. His gaze was very obviously avoiding where his younger self was now. “It won’t be long now…the phone’s gonna go off, and he won’t be there…he won’t know a damn thing.”

The agony in his expression made Luna’s chest hurt. The fact that she didn’t know what he wanted to do made it ache worse. “It doesn’t have to be that way. We can change what happened. We got sent back to give you that chance.”

Wyatt started to fidget, looking at the counter, away from Luna, his younger self. She could see his jaw clench, watched the way his hand came up to rub the back of his neck. It was pretty much how she felt when she went against what she thought he wanted; only she imagined it was much, much worse for Wyatt. Her stomach did flips, wondering how long it would be before he would ask her to get him to his phone. To finally try and save his pack like he’d always wanted to try and do.

A couple minutes of tense silence passed as Wyatt continued to struggle, but after a while, he seemed to stop suddenly, eyes on the dance floor. Luna turned to see the younger Wyatt had found a girl – who looked strangely like Luna from the back, and she had to remind herself that her past self wasn’t in Spain – and were heading toward the club exit. She turned back to her Wyatt, who kept glancing between his younger self and his watch.

“What’s wrong?”

Silence. Then, “He’s going back.”

Luna’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“He’s going back. That’s not who I was with. I—“ he stopped, gave a brief, apologetic look to Luna, then continued. “I was with a guy and a girl. We went up to a private room here, not my room. He’s…” Wyatt rubbed his hands roughly over his face a few times, almost frantic in his movements. “He’ll get the texts. The calls. I’ll get all the warnings.”

None of it made sense to Luna. Why was he going back to the room now? Shouldn’t they have had to go get his thrown and practically throw it at him? Why was he doing all the heavy lifting for them? And more importantly…what did that mean now?

She sat on her stool quietly; time seeming to inch by until it almost stood still. This was it. This was going to be the moment where they would let a younger Wyatt walk out of here and do what he was always supposed to do. He would go back to help his pack, and maybe he would succeed. Or maybe he would die trying. Their story, his life, would be erased and that would be it. That would be it.

Luna turned to him, wanted to look and memorize all she could of him before whatever happened next. Before time course corrected itself. He turned to her, too, and their eyes met for a split second, Her heart dropped to her stomach as she tried to give him a reassuring smile. He was about to get everything he’d always wanted.

And he looked like he was about to be sick. “Stop him.”

She thought she might go into shock. Had she heard him right? “What?”

“Stop him. Now. Please. Before I second guess myself.”

Nodding quickly, Luna came back to herself and hurried toward the exit where Wyatt was taking his sweet time leaving, occasionally stopping to make out with the girl around his arm. Her heart pounded as she made her way through all the bodies in her way, but eventually, she finally caught up, and she caught her breath for only a minute before calling out.

“Leaving so soon?”

Wyatt turned to face her, disinterested at first. Then he caught sight of her face and was clearly confused, surprised, and without a doubt, interested. “You.”

“You wouldn’t leave without a dance, would you?”

She’d never seen him look like…this before. If she thought the bar encounter had been weird, seeing him high off whatever drugs he’d had, coupled with all the alcohol, made for a very strange look in his eye as he studied her. The woman next to him began speaking rapidly in Spanish, trying to tug him toward the door, but he shook her off. She was more agitated when she spoke again.

“íVáyase!” he finally told her, tone sharp when he swatted at the woman. She left in a huff, rebounding on a nearby man.

Now, it was just the two of them as he walked up to Luna, eyes narrowed like he couldn’t quite believe she was here. With any luck, he would be too out of his senses to really wonder how she’d gotten here. She also realized then that she didn’t know what she was supposed to do with him now, or how long she was supposed to keep him from his room – since she couldn’t be with him all night – but she figured she would just wing it for now. It seemed to be working so far.

“You’re here,” he said in disbelief.

“I had to find you,” she said, trying to think of anything he might want to hear. Moving closer, she ran a finger down his bare chest, exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. “I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

He laughed, mouth quirking up lazily. “You’ve stayed in mine since that damn kiss. You…you…” Where he wanted to go with that, she didn’t know, but he looked at her like she was some hallucination his drug-addled brain had concocted.

“Come with me,” she said, taking his hand and trying to give him her best set of bedroom eyes. “I want to finish what we started.”

He followed so easily it almost hurt. Luna helped him stagger to an open chair, just big enough for him. She gently pushed him down to sit, then slowly climbed on top to straddle his lap. In a public setting, this wasn’t something she’d normally do, but considering she needed drastic measures, and that no one around them seemed to care when they were wrapped up in their own escapades, she found it surprisingly easy to focus only on Wyatt. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol, unlike when they were at the bar, but despite the length of her dress, she managed to get comfortable on him like she had so many times before. His hands, of course, immediately cupped her ass, and she had to hope beyond hope that enough bodies were blocking her from view of her Wyatt. She didn’t want to be cruel.

“You know…” he started, his hands traveling up her backside as she pressed against his chest. “I’m kind of a big deal where I come from.”

“Yeah?” she asked, playing along as she traced a finger down his cheek, her other arm draped around his shoulder. Oh, sweet, sweet baby…were these the lines you used? “How big?”

He groaned, a husky sound in the back of his throat. “Very big.”

The distance between them closed, and she slowly rocked her hips against his while they kissed. Luna thought he might leave bruises with how hard he dug his hands into her back, his kisses sloppy and languid. If it weren’t for that constant reminder, she honestly wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t have forgotten exactly where they were.

“So what are you?” she asked, moving to sensually kiss along his jawline, fingers twirling in his hair. “A king among men?”

He chuckled, warm and content. “A prince among wolves.”

Luna worked her way up to his ear, kissing the skin there with soft, lasting kisses. “I could treat you like a king,” she whispered to him, her free hand resting against his chest. She gave her hips another thrust, rocking against him in a way that elicited another strangled moan. “I could take care of you.”

“You’re not the first to try,” he choked out, trying to thrust his hips back to meet her movements.

“Mmm. True. You’ll probably forget about me after tonight, won’t you?” she murmured into his skin, kissing along his neck now.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you will. You’ll forget about us…you’ll forget about me…” She rocked against him again, pulling away enough to look into his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she ghosted her lips along his. He gravitated toward her, but every time he got close, she pulled away. “You’ll forget everything.”

“I won’t,” he whispered. “I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she said with a smile, lightly teasing his lips now with hers. “It’s okay to forget, baby.” Pulling away more now, her lips grazed his once more as she stared deep into his eyes. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

With that, she abruptly left his lap while he still seemed to be in a state of shock, and from what she’d felt, still considerably aroused. She gave him one last look, then hurried into the crowd, hoping he would be too preoccupied to follow. Enough time had to of passed, right? Surely he wouldn’t get back to his phone in time. She looked back when she was a safe distance away, peeking through the crowded bodies. Two more people had already replaced her, and after a few more seconds of looking around in utter confusion, he stood and put an arm around them, leaving to go to another part of the club as if nothing had ever happened. Good. Hopefully she’d gotten him worked up enough to stay busy with them. Everything could finally go as Wyatt had told her it always had.

Luna worked her way toward the bar at a slower pace; seeing that Wyatt hadn’t left the spot he’d been at all night. And boy, did he look like a wreck. That pain in her chest returned, and she could only imagine what he was going through. All while she’d been off distracting a younger him when she should’ve been with her Wyatt. It all broke her heart more than she could ever explain.

She walked up to him until she was standing by his side, watching him carefully. He wasn’t looking at her, still holding a glass of scotch in a white-knuckled grip. There was no going back now. Everything was in motion to be as it always had been. Young Wyatt would be busy all night. He would never get the calls. Wyatt had the chance to fix it, and he didn’t. The turmoil he must be going through.

“Wyatt…” she said softly, hesitantly bringing a hand to his shoulder, her thumb rubbing back and forth in an attempt to be soothing.

Without saying anything, he downed the practically full glass in his hands, slammed it back on the counter, then turned to Luna and pulled her into a ferocious kiss that damn near knocked her off her feet. Once she got over the initial surprise, she could feel herself practically melt into him, head dizzy and toes curling. His breath still smelled of alcohol, but oh, it was so different. It wasn’t sloppy, but precise and determined and heated. Desperate, almost, to be close. She’d spent all this time pushing Wyatt’s buttons that she momentarily forgot he knew all of hers. He knew all the ways to make her swoon, to make her feel like she was floating on air. To make her feel like she wasn’t just another girl in a sea of many.

When the kiss ended, when her breaths came heavy, she felt herself sway a little, anchored only by the arm he had around her waist. She opened her eyes slowly, still reeling, and saw that his gaze was hardened. Possibly…angry? Though it didn’t feel like it was directed at her.

“I didn’t want him to be the last thing you kissed.” His voice was gravelly, and she was right in thinking he seemed pissed. He pulled away all too quickly, paid the bartender, and turned to leave. “Come on.”

“Wyatt…Wyatt.” Luna tried to keep up, but his strides were long, and he was on a mission to get the hell out of this place. By the time they made it outside, the silence of the night was a stark contrast to the loud club music. The cool breeze against her skin was welcome, and it felt like she could breathe again. Wyatt, though, was still moving, steps becoming less steady. “Wyatt, please, talk to—“

And then he bent at the waist and puked into one of the nearby bushes.

Damn it.

She hurried over and rubbed his back in small circles, waiting for him to finish emptying his stomach. Her face scrunched up, trying to be strong and not cry for him. When he was done, all she could hear was the sound of his heavy panting.

“I killed them all over again,” he said, breathless as the emotion poured out of him. She waited for him to go on, silent as she continued to rub his back, as she heard him choke back tears. “I made them die. Jeremy. My dad. Julian, and Madeline, and all of them…they had a second chance, and I let it go. All those calls are coming in right now…right now…and in less than a day…in less than a day they’ll be slaughtered.”

He stood upright, wiping at his mouth as he moved away from his disposal site. He didn’t stop until his back was pressed against the wall of the hotel, and he slid down to a sitting position, arms resting atop his knees. Luna tried to shimmy down beside him, her dumb dress threatening to ride up if she wasn’t careful. Finally, she got into a comfortable position, wrapping her arms around one of his and resting her head against his shoulder. She wished she knew how to make any of this better, but she didn’t know what to do or say. She wasn’t sure there was anything that could be done. He’d already lost them once, and now, in a weird twist of fate, he had to lose them a second time.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to his arm. “I’m so sorry.”

A minute of silence passed, his hand gripping her arm with a vice like grip. “Can we go yet?”

“Soon,” she assured him. “It’ll all be over soon.”

It wasn’t long after until time ran out, and the world spiraled again.

She woke up in Wyatt’s bed this time, not the witch’s place. It was always a disorienting transition, like the past was the part that was supposed to be reality, and the present was a weird dream. Luna groggily tried to sit up, like she’d just woken up from a nap she didn’t know she’d taken, looking around in an attempt to get used to her surroundings. Was she losing her damn mind yet?

“Hey, hey,” came a familiar, soft voice. Wyatt bent down at her side when he noticed she’d stirred, a hand rising to stroke her hair back, to caress her cheek. “You’re safe. You’re safe.”

Luna relaxed instinctually, lying back in the bed more as she tried to wake up. “That wasn’t a dream, right? Please tell me I’m not going crazy.”

“No…no, it was real,” he said, going quiet. “I guess we got sent back here. I woke up first, went to check on Mason and the house. Everything seems to be…exactly the same.”

She didn’t miss the hint of disappointment in his voice. Luna grabbed his hand, turned her face so she could kiss his palm. “I’m sorry, Wyatt.”

As the seconds ticked by, she watched him start to crumble more, like they were still outside the hotel, realizing all over again that he’d lost his family. That he’d actively let their fate happen this time. He slowly got up and climbed into bed beside her, arms curling around her tight, like he was afraid to let go. His face buried into her shoulder as he tried to control his shaky breathing. “I keep losing them.”

“I know,” she said, fingers brushing through his hair. “I know.”

They stayed like that for a moment, his fingers digging into her skin as if he couldn’t get close enough. It was all she could think to do for him, just be there however he needed her to be. Rain began to patter on the window outside, and after a stretch of silence, Wyatt finally looked up so he could press his forehead to Luna’s, sighing heavily. She cupped his face in her hand, pained to see him in so much distress. Which made her all the more curious.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked softly, her thumb caressing his cheek. “Why’d you make me stop you? You could have had them back. You could have had everything you always wanted.”

Another sigh, another beat of silence, and a part of her was afraid to hear the answer. “I know…I know the best case scenario is that I would get the pack back, and everyone I’ve met since they died. I also know that never would’ve happened. Assuming I even survived…I don’t know what would’ve happened if they lived. Maybe I would’ve grown up eventually. Maybe I would’ve had kids, started a family of my own and done the job I was always meant to do. But any kid I had wouldn’t be my little monster.” His gaze flicked to Luna’s, his voice growing impossibly tender. “No girl would ever be you. So it hurts…it hurts a lot. But I love everyone in my life now, and I even got Audrey back. I lost all of them once already. I can’t…” He shook his head, eyes roaming over Luna. “I can’t lose you guys, too.”

Luna swallowed, still trying to process. She’d been so prepared to lose him so he could get his family back, that she never considered he might not want to lose them. It left her stunned, speechless as they stared into each other’s eyes. After a breath, Wyatt moved closer, pressing his lips lightly to Luna’s. They kissed slow, gentle, seeking and giving comfort to each other. Wyatt’s arms engulfed her, lifting her closer, pressing her against him. His fingers tugged at the hem of her clothes, and her fingers did the same, both of them slowly undressing the other until bare skin touched bare skin. Until she could feel the warmth of his body warming her as well, her heart content and full of love for the man in her arms.

“You won’t lose me,” she sighed as he pulled away briefly, a languid thrust into her making Luna’s breath hitch at the initial contact. His focus on her was intense, but so was the way she focused on him. Hands clung to her body, his hips moving at a leisurely pace as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m yours. Always.”

“Good.” He nestled into her neck, lips peppering slow, hot kisses along her skin. “I don’t want to do this without you.”

“You won’t.” Luna closed her eyes, fingers tangling in his curls as the sensations sent a shiver down her spine. When he pulled away, it was Luna who reached up and pressed her lips to his, passion and love in every movement. “I love you,” she whispered, repeating it like a mantra as she moved from his lips, to his jawline, and back to his lips. “I love you so much.”

Wyatt’s brow creased when she pulled back, studying her for a few minutes with a look of confusion that she must’ve worn as well after seeing him. His hips continued their rhythm, but when he slowly bent down to kiss her, it was heated, yet experimental. Like he’d never really tasted her before.

“Wyatt?” Her voice was soft, uncertain as she looked at him through hooded lids. Had she done something? “Wyatt, what’s…what’s wrong?”

She could hear each of their breaths come quicker, a calming euphoria making it’s way over both of them as he looked down at Luna. “Kiss me.” There was a soft groan in the back of his throat as he slid against her just right. “Please.”

So she did. Luna leaned up and kissed him as she always had, in a way that would hopefully make his toes curl like hers did with him. The kind of kiss that made her heart do backflips, her mind dizzy with an all-consuming love and desire. There was another moment of silence as he gave into the kiss, before he then pulled away in a rush, looking at her with wide eyes and a hunger she couldn’t quite describe, his muscles giving a spasm all around her. “You…f-fuck…”

His forehead fell to her shoulder, and she rubbed a hand over his broad back, feeling her own climax rising closer and closer. “I’m here…I’m here…I’m h-here…”

And then her vision was clouded, mouth hanging open as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, a hitched gasp escaping while she rode it out. She could feel Wyatt keeping her steady in the haze of it all. When she came down from her high, her panting slowed, and Wyatt lifted himself onto his arms to look down at her.

“It was always you,” he said, breathless.

Luna’s face scrunched up, not quite putting things together in her bliss. “What? I don’t understand.”

“All these years…I forgot about it after everything happened, but…I remember. The bar. The club. Shit, the club.” He groaned, face contorting in embarrassment as he rolled to the side, smashing his face into the pillows. She couldn’t blame him for that after some of those lines he tried to pass off as a pick up. While he was dealing with that, though, she was still reeling from the fact that she was, in fact, in his memories.

“Wait…you remember? Like, was it there before I saw the witch?” Did going back through time jog his memories? Or was it only because they went through time that he remembered anything?

Wyatt rolled over to look at her. “Luna, I…I’ve been looking for you since the bar in France. The way you kissed me…” A smile crossed his face then, eyes looking at the ceiling as he recalled the memory. “No one ever kissed me like that before. Like I…meant something. Like you’d reached into my goddamn soul and made your mark.” He shook his head in disbelief. “That girl I almost went off with in the club…she looked so much like you…I just wanted to feel you one more time…to be kissed like that again…”

Luna was speechless. Did that mean…she was always supposed to go back to him? How? How was any of that possible? What if she’d never met up with him in Hollow Grove again? Or had she become a part of him the moment she stepped into the witch’s house? Oh, now her head just hurt. She rolled over onto her side, placing a hand against Wyatt’s chest as she sidled up to him, looking down at his sweet face. “So you remember everything?”

“Yeah…the good, and the bad.” Wyatt grinned and swiped a thumb just under her eye. “I don’t know how I ever forgot those eyes in the first place.”

Luna smiled, slowly leaning down until she was hovering just against his lips. “Have I convinced you yet?”

He tilted his head. “What?”

“Have I convinced you yet?” She only had to go through time to prove it, but no one could fault her commitment.

It still took him a minute, but finally, Wyatt’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, cupping the back of her head to bring her down for a kiss. Luna could feel him smiling through the kiss, and when they pulled apart to look at each other, he stared at her like he was seeing sunlight for the first time. Yeah, she thought. I think I convinced him.

In one smooth motion, Wyatt had her back in his arms, and had rolled her over on her back. “You know, I don’t know how I feel about that jackass having his hands all over you in Spain.”

She tilted her head at Wyatt, giving him a knowing look. “Wyatt, it’s—“

“No. You were right. He wasn’t ready for you. And he was awful to you because of it.” Wyatt stared at her with such a fire in his eyes that Luna felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. “But I’m ready.” He bent down to press a hot kiss to her neck. “And I’ll spend all night making sure you forget everything about that bastard.”

Luna chuckled. “Forget everything about who?”

Wyatt smiled through his kisses. “I love you. So damn much.”

All Luna could do was hum in contentment as he made her feel like she was every bit his soulmate, just as he was every bit hers. Like no matter where they were, or how far through time they had to go, they would never be separated. Destinies were a funny thing like that.

Maybe, just maybe, they were always meant to find each other.

#drabbles #otp: I will always find you #an even longer drabble than the last one because why not #hope everything isn't completely ooc

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wolfeyeslonelynights · 6 years

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The Punisher Au drabble dabble

“Is this what you came back from Hell for? For fucking revenge? Is that what you think this is what you’re about now? Because I -“

Theo tuned out the young man next to him, a twenty something newbie at some small newspaper, was practically jogging trying to keep up with him. He hadn’t expected the kid to peel away from the crowd around the crime scene, blue eye sparking as they met his. He had quickened his steps just a little - not enough to draw attention and apparently not enough to keep this eager puppy from catching up. Dark hair falling over his forehead in a forgotten mess, blue eyes wide with an odd mix of anger and burning curiosity, he hadn’t even asked who Theo was; just started in on the fucking questions.

“This shouldn’t be your life now you know?”

Theo waited until they turned into an alley - feeling a strange sense of panic at the fact that the younger guy hadn’t notice he was being led away from the publics eye and safety. As soon as they had gone a dozen steps he rounded on the handsome guy. A ignored clatter as the small notebook fell from the reporters hand from Theo gripping his wrist against the wall hard in his. There was a small gasp as chest pressed together. There wasn’t a goddam lick of fear in the asshole eyes.

Theo flashed otherworldly eyes - knowing when the guy saw the glow of too bright amber. Still no fear and he had just about enough of this bullshi-

“You’re like me?”

Then..then Theo was leaning back, loosening his grip as the kid flash brilliant gold back at him. Well this changed his plans in a minimal way, but now he was the one with the curiosity. Stupid kid spoke before he could even open his mouth.

“If you’re a werewolf and you are who I think you are, which would The Punisher…a terrible name by the way but we can come back to that. Anyway how can your eyes still be yellow if you’ve killed people? Because the only way I know you can keep that color is it you don’t kill people. Right? That’s what my alpha -“

Theo let go of one hand to slam his fist next to the pretty face in front of him.That shut him up but didn’t stop the narrowing of eyes. He was kind of wondering why the other wolf wasn’t shoving him up and away from his space.

He ignored the slight pleasure of being so close.

“You always talk this fucking much kid?”

The reporter shoved him away at that, finally, showing some fucking self-preservation although it seemed more anger. Theo let him, taking steps back as the young man pent to pick up his notebook and pen. Who uses those anymore? Wasn’t recording and cellphones the thing now instead of something so old school. “Fuck off it’s what I do for a living.”

There was a brief reprise as Theo simply stared at him while the guy straighten out his clothes. It was kind of irritating that he didn’t fix his hair. Curling his fist he back stepped until he was leaning against the opposite wall.

“What the hell do you want kid?”

This was met with a serious blue gaze and he felt a zing at the intensity.

“Well for starters, why is a werewolf who was publicly known to have been dead for over a year suddenly showing up and taking out every gang or mafia connection possible?”

Suddenly exhaustion was weighing Theo down. It had been a long night and the Wendigo’s had been a particularly hungry bunch. He was injured and wanted to sit down. And maybe he was a little lonely because the kid was right, he had been dead for over a year and the return had been one hell of a roller coaster. It took a few moments, him chewing this lip while the gaze never wavered before Theo made a decision he knew he was going to regret.

Pushing off the wall he started back down the alley, slower so that the punk could catch up.

“If I tell you, will you publish the truth?”

There was a slight pause then:

“What the fuck do you think I write? Bullshit? That is not why I became a reporter.”

Theo shrugged. “I don’t read the papers really so I wouldn’t know.”

This caused a ridiculous amount of sputtering before his path was blocked by the puppy again.

“I am Liam Dunbar of the McCall Paper you piece of shit so why don-“

Theo didn’t hear the rest, his vision leeching away as the ground made an appearance in front of his face. The world went black.

……………….

Theo returned to the world to the words “Holy shit he was a heavy motherfucker.”

Groaning he rolled onto his side, or that was the plan because what happened was he rolled and kept going. Falling off of something and onto his face and injured shoulder.

“Fuck are you okay?”

Squinting one eye open he saw a new face, dammit, peering down at him. This was dark skinned kid with friendly eyes and a currently worried face. Theo tried to fight down the vague sense of panic that his world was going to be turn upside down.

Or it might be that he was going to puke.

Struggling up as his stomach roiled he croaked out a “Bathroom.” There was a mutter curse, a muffled shout of “he’s gonna blow” before warm strong arms wrapped around his chest and hauled his ass to a small bathroom. His head clanked painfully against the toilet bowl.

“Fuck, fuck sorry we’re too big to both fit in here.”

Theo did’t care just pushed up and over as his stomach started its revolt. His world narrowed to the sour taste and heaving until he was plastered between the toilet and tub. If he had energy he would have moved, tried to look intimidating but instead he was trying to curl his sweaty body about the cold porcelain. Someone placed a cold washcloth on the back of his neck and he groaned

“Guys he’s still alive!”

Flinching at the quiet shout Theo mustered the strength to kick a foot at the bastard while cracking a lid to glare single eye. Liam grinned unrepentant at him while switching the washcloth out with a new one. They stayed that way for a quiet moment, Theo taking the time to let his body decide if it was ready to play nice or not, before he tried to speak.

Liam beat him to it, go fucking figure, rushing in a very rapid whisper.

“I told my roommates that I saw you get beat up so don’t worry your stupidly named identity is safe but when I dropped you on the couch you kind of flashed eyes so they know your a little wolf although that should be safe since they are used to it and in fact Corey is a hybrid as well.”

This caught Theo’s attention. “As well?” He started to push himself up, slapping away the helping hand and glaring when Liam tried to help. He ignored the responding scowl.

“Well yeah, I can smell that you aren’t completely wolf. I didn’t at first because I try not to pry but well carrying you over my shoulder I noticed you got a different scent. Don’t worry it smells good but..different. Corey confirmed although he is different too. So what are you mixed with?”

Monsters was what Theo wanted to say but dragging himself up on the lip of the tub and seeing the open gaze waiting on him, he held it back.

“Coyote.”

He waited for the inevitably barrage of questions but instead got a thoughtful nod. Wait, he smelled good? Jesus that wasn’t what he needed to focus on. Slowly stretching himself out he took in the taxi colored bathroom and the two other shadows hovering out of sight of the doorway. It didn’t fail his notice that Liam was crouched in the middle of the way. Natural protector for a talkative little shit.

“Where am I?”

This had a head poking around the doorway, causing a surprising deep growl from Liam as Theo’s zeroed in on who had to be the other chimera. The pale face and wide eyes were effectively blocked as Liam moved into his path - the blue eyes finally shutting down as the threat Theo should have always been seen as kicked in. It was an attractive look on that face but he felt a twinge of guilt.

“You are in my home and anyone who is in my home is under my protection. Got it?” It was a low gravelly threat and Theo couldn’t help the small snarl that loosen his lips before his hand slipped on the tub and he tumbled backwards with a painful thud.

“Fucking aye!”

It broke the tension though, as Liam laughed out loud, arms dropping from the stand off position to reach forward to yank Theo out of the bathtub. He nose crinkling surprisingly delicately.

“So I know we just met and this might be crazy rude but…you stink.”

Theo’s hackles raised but before he could snarl the dark skinned man was pushing his way into the already too crowded bathroom.

“Liam, man, stop. Hi I’m Mason and if you want I think I have some spare clothes that would fit,” he gesture to the tub and shower behind Theo, “why don’t you take a shower and then we can eat and talk?”

He must have seen the absolute refusal on Theo’s face because Liam spoke up too.

“Look, we know people, and this place has…precautions around it so nothing can come in out without us knowing so don’t worry you’re safe okay? Take your time.”

Then before he couldn’t do more than grunt they were rapidly backpedaling, the Mason kid gabbing the door to close as they left. When it clicked he let his shoulder droop.

How the hell did he get into this situation?

It was a far drop from the bathroom window that rattled his bones painfully but Theo considered it a success as he limped away from the building. It was in a sorta nice part of town - one of those places in a city that felt more like purgatory then heaven or hell. Bad things happened at night but generally not during the day. It was interesting that the puppy said the building had some kind of protection. He hoped it did.

He oddly hope he didn’t bleed on their couch too much either.

Grunting he started into the night. It had been a mistake to let the reporter follow. It was bad news to make connections like that. But damn it had been kind of nice to talk to someone that wasn’t actively trying to decapitate him. Well, listen to someone talk at least because the puppy sure as fuck didn’t let him get a word in otherwise.

He chuckled quietly.

Damn it had been a long night and he was exhausted.

…….

Theo hadn’t expected to see the puppy again - their locations weren’t even remotely close to each other. Here the reporter was though; looking all butt hurt as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at Theo.

For his part, having literally just crashed a Kanima drug deal, he was a bit blind sided that the young werewolf was waiting for him at the end of the block.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

This was greeted with a sucker punch to Theo’s face sending him backwards a couple feet. Holy shit kid could hit!

“Who the hell jumps out of a third story window like some kind of James Bond?”

Theo responded by punching Liam back, snarling in his face.

“Someone trying to save your life!”

Liam’s eyes were yellow now, sharpened teeth poking out of his mouth as he panted. It was a pretty crazy reaction to one punch and Theo briefly wondered if the kid was not as in control as he appeared in the alley. It didn’t matter though, he could hear a couple Kanima’s trying to sneak up behind. Sighing, he grabbed the angry wolf’s hand and started running.

“What do you think you’re doing asshole?”

Theo snarled and yanked him faster forward.

“Saving your life!”

Then the hissing of scales and teeth reached the younger’s ears because suddenly he was yanking Theo forward with a painfully tight grip on his hand. Theo caught a flash of blue.

“Don’t worry I know a place!”

He was going to get them killed.

“Why am I not surprised this was ‘your place’?”

Liam glared as he closed the curtains to his office. Like blocking out the windows was going to make a difference. Theo instead leaned against the wall and pushed it as leverage to kicked the small couch against the door. The crash caused the young wolf to jump before he scowled.

“Really? Was that necessary?”

Theo shrugged, shrugging out of his coat and tossing it to the other. Liam caught it easily but instead of putting it on he frowned at the chimera.

“What is this for?”

Rolling his eyes, Theo busied himself with checking the few weapons he had on him.

“For our midnight stroll through the park. It’s for protection dumbass, the kanima’s are already in the building and that jacket is thick so hopefully it’ll help you not get paralyzed.” He paused thoughtfully before continuing “Although you not being able to talk might be nice.”

“Ah piss off ..hey I never got your name.”

Theo remained stubborn, eyes on the door, refusing to answer. It lasted ten second before Liam stood in his vision - a short angry werewolf wearing his special coat.

“Nope, not getting out of it this time dickhead. I’m Liam, you are?”

Theo was already shaking his head, trying to nudge him out of the path of danger.

“Safer not knowing - things that know my name tend to end up dead.”

When Liam remained stubbornly in his way Theo growled and shove shoved him out of the way. This was responded with a punch to the nose. He wiped the blood away and glared murderously.

“Dammit! Let me just tell you asshole I have been in my share of fights - human and supernatural - and I am more than capable of taking care of myself -“

A slam against the door had them turning together - shoulders a breathe away from each other. Theo grounded his teeth at the current situation. One he had promised to never let happen again. He didn’t have time to push the other werewolf behind him before the door was yanked out of it’s place. Liam let out a choked laugh.

“Guess the couch didn’t help.”

Then two Kanima’s were crawling on the walls into the room; each going a different way. The werewolves turns with them, backs pressing together and Theo tried not to let it feel right.

……

“I’m taking you home.”

“Is that a proposition puppy?”

This resulting in Theo being dropped to the ground before Liam was hauling him up again. The beta’s expression bland.

“Oops.”

Theo wanted to snarl but being paralyzed was making his rough whisper hard enough as it is. They stumbled along the street, appearing as too overly drunk people to others, as Liam took all of Theo’s weight. If he wasn’t so pissed he would be impressed at the show of strength.

“Why did you take that hit anyway? It was aimed at me.”

It had been. They had been making good work of the two creatures - naturally covering the other’s blindspot and maneuvering like they had been doing this for years. Theo had never worked with anyone like that - he didn’t like to work with other people period. It was exactly why he had seen the stinger coming for the other’s neck and swing around to take it in the shoulder instead.

The decision had been surprisingly easy; what surprised him was the unfiltered rage it had caused the other wolf. Who had then taken care of the remaining creature with horrifying efficiency. For a moment Theo had wondered who was the real monster. His thoughts just have been running similar to Liams because the puppy spoke with a quiet hesitance.

“I have a control issue.”

Yeah, Theo could see that. Just as he could see the pained expression on the beta’s face from the corner of his vision. He fought an internal struggle for a moment before whispering.

“Theo.”

Blue eyes blinked at him. Theo swallowed thickly.

“My name is Theo.”

And the smile that he was rewarded with was worth it.

“Theo I am taking you home - where you will eat and shower and sleep and yes, I will punch you if you say no.”

“No.”

The smile was replaced with the scowl again but Theo spoke before him - for once.

“They will target your home - We go to mine but get a cab it’s in the low side.”

There was no hesitation in Liam’s movements at the mention of going to the low side, instead the jerk smile again and dropped him against a garbage can to hail down a taxi.

“Asshole.”

The answering grin was almost too bright.

……

There was too much chaos, too much blood, and Theo had to get Liam out of here.

“Puppy!”

If they had been at his dingy home, Theo would have grinned at the promise of violence in the beta’s eyes. Their routine, and damn it near killed him to admit that, over the last few months was generally:

Theo finding a gang to ruin or destroy - generally getting injured in multiple ways Liam hunting him down - Theo was convinced it was by his “good” scent but Liam is surprisingly staying mute on the subject. Theo getting his ass reamed while being dragged home by Liam. Liam bitching about Theo’s slower healing abilities while patching him up They argue until they crash out on the bed in exhaustion Liam leaving before Theo wakes - breakfast made and waiting for him on the chipped counter.

On the rare nights he wasn’t out hunting, Liam would still just show up like he was invited. After an argument on why he was even there - no heat in either of their voices - they would end up in a strange tangled pile of limbs on the two cushion couch. Liam called it a loveseat but Theo refused to use that title. Why the hell would anyone name furniture like that? Theo didn’t own a tv so they either used Liam’s cellphone or talked about random shit.

It was normal.

It was dangerous.

He wanted it to never end, to get better, for them to get closer. He wanted Liam to leave and never come near him again so that he stayed safe.

But right now his little puppy was too far away from him and the Ghost Riders were closing in and Theo’s stolen heart was a distracting staccato in his chest.

“Liam!”

A gun was raised and Theo’s vision bled. Suddenly his arm was around the snarling wolf’s waist, physically hauling him back and around a corner. Bullets ricochet off the walls. He shoved Liam down the hallway before throwing them both into the stairway. He didn’t wait to turn around and kick the door shut, pushing the younger wolf down the stairs at a neck break pace.

“Go! Go! What the fuck were you doing back there moron! Supernatural guns Liam!”

It was ominous how quiet the beta was, his answer the thunder of their feet on the steel stairs. Five flights later and they were pushing the exit door open and racing down the street. People’s faces were a blur as they sprinted, naturally heading to a safe place.

When the door to Theo’s home banged shut, and his protective measures in place, did he turn to tear into Liams ear just to find himself slammed against the door. The reporter was completely wolfed out, a bloody trail down his lower lip on either side from his canines. Theo had seen Liam’s explosive anger only twice and this seem different, more potent and focused.

“Puppy?”

The fist twisting his jacket tightened until the collar was cutting in Theo’s throat but he didn’t move. Instead he thought over how Liam had gotten in front of him when the attack started, how he roared and extended his claws. Then he was snarling despite the pain.

“I never wanted your help! Don’t fucking protect me!”

Liam growled and Theo opened his mouth to tell the only person he cared about to get out, to leave, to forget him and whatever they had and never come back.

Then Liam kissed him.

It wasn’t a pleasant kiss; the beta’s fangs were sharp and cut into Theo’s lips, the grip on his jacket hadn’t loosened at all. It was painful and exhilarating and he found himself kissing back. After a moment his jacket was let go so that he could step closer and wound his arms about Liams shoulders. Breaking the kiss he let Liam bury his head into his shoulder while wrapping his arms around the chimera’s back.

“You stupid son of a bitch.”

Theo pondered that post kiss reaction and decided things could be worse.

#Thiam #Thiam fic #Drabbling drabble #I had to get this out before I continued my coffee stand au #Seriously watered down version #There are a lot of curse words in my fics

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welcometo--thedump · 4 years

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Don’t Tell Them

Screaming was the first thing I remember about the great blinding. I was at a carnival with my parents. At first, it mingled with the adrenaline infused screams from the direction of the roller coaster, but then it began to spread. The sound was everywhere. Oppressive. Terrifying.

“Mom?” I asked, my 5-year old voice quivering with fright.

She yanked me by the arm into her waist. “I’m here.”

I clung to her pant leg while we shuffled among the crowds. The screams filled the air. I watched as a man collapsed in front of me, clawing at his face. His eyes had gone completely black.

My mother stopped abruptly, causing me to slam face first into her hip. “I’m scared,” I whispered, but she didn’t respond. I looked up at her. She was frozen in place, a look of horror etched into her soft features. A swirling black mist overtook her blue eyes. She bent down to me, finding my shoulders with her hands and facing me.

“Baby, can you see me?”

I nodded.

“You have to say yes or no. Can you see me?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“Okay. Sweetheart, don’t be scared. I need you to go find Max and bring him here. Okay? As fast as you can.”

Tears filled my eyes. I glanced around, hoping my sister would appear and I wouldn’t have to go find him alone. My mother was facing me, but her head was angled all wrong. She was looking beyond me. Through me.

“Wes, please. Go find Max.”

I bit back my tears, clutching her sweater as tightly as I could. “Okay.”

And then I left her. The screams and shouts were an ocean at this point. People were running and falling and grasping for each other.

“Max!” I yelled, but I was lost in the sorrowful shrieks. “MAX!” I stumbled along, but then a stampede began. People bumping and pushing, aimlessly throwing out their limbs as they charged. I was knocked to the ground.

A boot connected with my foot, an arm to my face. I was on the ground. All I could see were the bottoms of shoes as they came down on my body. Then, I couldn’t see at all.

That was 20 years ago. I can’t say I remember much since then. Everyday has become the same. I never found Max. I never found my mom again. I was alone in the world. Then I met Graham.

I had been lying awake from a while and decided to finally get up. He was still snoring next to me. I smiled and pecked him on the forehead. He grumbled, then pulled the blanket closer to his side..

“It’s too early,” he groaned.

“I’ll make breakfast,” I compromised. “But when I get back, you should be up.”

I waited expectantly for his answer, then chuckled when he didn’t he moaned his acquiesce. I slid off the bed and welcomed the chilly floor boards on my toes. A cool day. I traced the wall with my hand into the hallway, just in case Graham left his clothes on the floor again or something.

I strolled along to the kitchen. I located the window and popped it open. The fresh air hit my face. I breathed it in. Welcoming the new day. I pulled a cereal box from the pantry and sniffed it. Frosted flakes. I replaced it and sniffed another. Reese’s puffs. Perfect.

I pulled out two bowls and poured us the cereal. “Graham!” I shouted. “Breakfast!”

No response. I sighed.

“Babe, get up!”

Again silence. A bit irritated, I went back to the bedroom.

As I passed through the hallway, my vision exploded with light. I collapsed, my body shaking and twitching. Vomit rising in the back of my throat. I stay hunched on the floor, head hung over.

“Wesley? You okay?” Graham’s voice came from the bed.

I couldn’t respond. My throat had closed. I was gasping for breath.

He finally found me and rubbed my back as I waited for the nausea to pass. The blinding light began to fade, but then colors blobbed in my vision. I was terrified.

“Wes, talk to me. What’s happening?” Graham asked worriedly. “I don’t know,” I choked out. “Can’t--”

Everything snapped into focus. The floorboards. My hands. My hair hanging in my face. I looked up. The rising sun bathing the room in golden light. I felt the hot trickle of tears on my cheek. The threadbare carpet. The smattering of Graham’s clothes that dotted the floor. The rumpled gray bedsheets cast to the side of the bed. Everything.

“You’re scaring me,” Graham whispered worriedly just behind me.

“Graham, I--” The words died on my lips.

The walls were splashed with words. They were written plainly, in neat rows, over and over again. My throat went dry.

DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE DON’T TELL THEM YOU CAN SEE

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said instead, which wasn’t technically a lie.

He stumbled backwards away behind me. I knew he hated vomit, so I wasn’t surprised when he said, “I’ll get you some water. Just stay here.”

“Okay,” I said weakly. His footsteps retreated to the kitchen.

I glanced around conspicuously. Nothing else written. Every inch of our walls were lined with these 5 words. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heartbeat. I heard Graham returning, so I slumped on the floor again, focusing on a single point on the floorboard in front of me.

“Here,” Graham said, touching my shoulder with the glass.

I turned to accept the glass from him and nearly dropped it when I saw his face. Or what was supposed to be his face.

His eyes were orbs of darkness, but instead of being on the front of his face, they were on either side. His nose a crusty crack down the center of his face. He didn’t have a mouth. At least, not where it should be.

I tried to keep my eyes trained on one spot, while I accepted the glass. I finished the whole thing in one swig. Breathing took all of my concentration as I tried not to slip into a tar pit of panic.

Graham moved his hand to where his mouth would be, covering the lower half of his face with his palm. Lips parted on the black of his hand, speaking. “Feel better?” He asked, in the comforting voice of the man I love.

I felt a tear slip, but stretched my mouth into a smile. “Yeah, much better.”

The mouth on the back of his hand smiled, the teeth big and white. “You should lay down for a bit. I’ll take care of the morning chores.”

I nodded, then realized how fucking stupid that was. I quickly blurted “Good idea, babe. Thanks.”

I stumbled over to the bed, pantomiming navigation from the floor, and rolled into the confines of the sheets.Graham sat on the edge and tucked in the blankets around my feet. I was shocked into stillness. My brain sludge. I couldn’t function. Then the hand reached for me. I thought he was going to strangle me, but instead he flipped his hand and the mouth there kissed me on the forehead. I shivered.

“Rest up!” His hand said cheerily, his black eyes crinkling as if he was smiling. Then he was gone.

I pushed the covers off of me and my vision tilted as I stood up. I held my head. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. I can’t be real right now. What the fuck. What the FUCK.

I tip-toed over to the window and glanced out into our yard. Except now I see that it wasn’t a yard at all. The grass reached about 50 yards out and then stopped, turning into wasteland. What I thought was countryside, was a desert. How could that be fucking possible?

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I went to my closet and started digging around in there. I dug through faded clothes and dusty boxes when I noticed something etched into the wall, at the very corner. I leaned in close, trying to make out the letters. It had been years since I could read letters. I tried to be patient with myself as I sounded it out.

“Ev-er-ee-o-knee,” I struggled. I thought about it. Everyone. “Everyone Blind,” The first line read. I moved on to the next line, trying not to think about Graham’s face.

They bee-lie-ev. They bee-lee-ev? They believe they are human. I shivered again, pulling a sweater from nearby and slipping it on.

The next line was the easiest and I gasped when I saw it. “Find me little bro ♡ MAX”

I touched it with my finger-tips, not believing my eyes. A sob escaped, shaking my body and hollowing out my heart. I felt gutted. So empty and so full at the same time. I checked behind me then climbed out of the closet.

The morning light suddenly felt like hope. I thought my life was perfect. I love Graham. Loved? I feel like I’m pulling apart at the seams. I trudged to the bathroom and took a shower. When I emerged, Graham was lounging in the living room, listening to music at a low volume.

“Hey, babe. Feeling better?” He greeted me warmly, his hand over the lower half of his face.

“Yeah,” I managed to choke out. “I’m gonna get some tea. You want anything?”

His eyes blinked asynchronously. “I’m good.”

“Alright,” I said a little too quickly, desperate to escape him.

“Wes?”

I paused, my blood going cold. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

My heart broke. I didn’t know what to say. “Love you too.”

He went back to bobbing his head to the music, as if everything was the same as it always has been. As if my world wasn’t completely falling apart.

I hustled to the kitchen and grabbed the kettle to fill with water. I turned the tap on and waited while the kettle filled. We have a little window above the sink. I think I knew this but never confirmed it. Sometimes I could feel the sun streaming in, warming my face in the morning hours. But now that I was getting the full view, I noticed something.

A large arrow was painted on the outside. All black and taking up nearly the entire window. The black paint collected the sunlight, warming the window. I was shook by this realization. I followed the direction of the arrow, but I couldn’t turn my head.

I fiddled with the kettle and carried it to the stove on the adjacent wall. As I turned, another arrow came into view, this one pointing up. I set the kettle on and turned to grab the mugs. How was I supposed to look at the ceiling? Fuck fuck fuck.

Then it clicked. I set the mugs on the table, just in case they made too much noise. I stumbled and clutched the edge of the table, then slammed my head on the ground. My vision swam and there was a stabbing pain from the back of my skull.

I landed too hard. I made too much noise. Graham came stumbling in. I tried to keep him at the edge of my vision by angling my head.

“Wes? WES!” His hand was shouting. He scooped me into his arms.

Thankfully, I was still facing upwards. On the ceiling, there were instructions:

1853 steps west 4907 steps north M

I cried. Graham was still freaking out.

“Wes, what happened?”

“Lost my balance,” I mumbled. “I’m good.”

Then, to my horror, Graham tilted his head up to the ceiling worriedly. He kept his face angled at it for a long moment.

Could he see it too?

“Thank God,” Graham said. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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Hello mayra, I love your writing and I just wanna say how much I appreciate the effort you put into your prompts. Thank you for writing them for us, they must be really time consuming and I wouldnt want to be a bother but I have a Modern Sonamy if youre interested in writing. :) Its about Sonic possibly making subtle romantic advances towards Amy, thank you! I dont want to pressure you or anything I dont mind if you dont write this. Just want to say how much I appreciate your prompts!

Honey, even if I’m SWAMPED with prompts, I will ALWAYS do requests that don’t violate any of the rules ;)b I just need patience, but I’m very grateful you recognize the time and effort. I enjoy it deeply, but I also am glad you love it so much as well!

Never worry too much about me, I’ll do my best. Yours is just to ask and sit back, relax, and enjoy the feels :)

(x) Used with permission from the Artist, please support them as well! :D

Because this is modern Sonamy, I’ll try to keep it as close to character as possible while also leaning towards Canon; but because Sonic is the one making advances, you’ll have to expect some AU situations and moments. Thank you! ;)

Prompt:

(Sonic Forces)

“Get down!”

“Ah!”

Sonic slid into the rectangular hole dug for cover and threw the wood-covering over it, forcing Amy to duck her head down and turn her body.

It wasn’t a whole lot of room… but Sonic pushed his head up on the wood to see if the robots had followed him or not.. Amy…

Amy was so close to his chest! She tried to wiggle herself lower down to give him more room to zoom out if he needed too… but this bunker was mostly for her to communicate with the team until it was time to jump out and start fighting too.

She waited with low breaths, before peeking up and noticing him moving further up, squeezing the small space into an even tinier area.

“Eep!” she lightly spoke out, turning her head up and then to the side, closing her eyes and covering them with her hands as now his torso was up by her…

“A-a-ar-are they gone?” Amy peeked up, looking at his serious expression, thinking he didn’t notice…

“Coast has been clear for some time, Amy.”

“..H-huh?” She blinked her eyes more open and looked up, seeing him now fully looking down and looming over her with a sly grin on his face.

He winked and darted out.

She practically collapsed, exhausted from the ‘slightly steamy’ moment she just experienced.

(Sonic Lost World)

“Sonic! I’m sending you some pics!” Amy’s message read.

Sonic zoomed up a tree and suddenly stopped at the top of it. “Woah, Amy- Hang on a minute…”

She sent him some pics of her and the flickies, then her and Knuckles.

“We’re all rooting for you, Sonic! Good luck!”

He smiled, and continued his joke, “You’re too innocent for me.”

“What does that mean?” she wrote back, before he laughed and continued.

“Nothing. I like innocent.”

He then took off to continue his adventure, as back with Amy, she pulled her face away from the MilesElectric and held a strange look on her face.

Suddenly getting his joke she slapped her hand to her mouth, and then aggressively wrote a long, and extensive message back to him.

“Ohh! That boy!” she sent it and then lowered the device, rolling her eyes.

A second later, she got a message back and looked down at it.

“I was only playing, Amy.”

She smiled.

Before another message was sent.

“Besides, I’ve seen enough as it is. Close up your back once in a while, ‘ight? Try a new dress or something.”

She almost threw the device.

Knuckles asked what was wrong and she just barked at him a quick, “NOTHING.”

(Sonic Unleashed)

Going on that date she requested, Sonic looked distant and aloof most of the time. Though they spent each second together, Amy could tell he wasn’t really ‘in the moment’ with her at all.

Walking around the city, she finally tugged on his arm and pulled him to the railing, having him look out over the view as she cried out with a big, huge grin on her face. “Isn’t it lovely!? I can’t believe we’re in the most beautiful city in the world and you’re off looking into space!” she huffed just slightly before shaking her head.

“Ah, well.” she giggled and hugged his arm closer, closing her eyes. “At least you’re looking off into space with me by your side~ That’s all I could ask for.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, before Amy felt his arm move out of her grasp.

She let it go… but a sudden sorrow crept into her heart and she lost her easy-going nature. Turning her eyes to the ground on the opposite side of her, she left her hunched over body where it was and seemed disappointed.

But that only lasted a moment.

She blinked her eyes forward and then turned to where the slight pressure of being pulled closer was coming from.

She twisted her back to arch her neck and look down behind her side, seeing a large white glove had caressed her side and pulled her closer to him.

She blinked back at the view, before excitedly turning to Sonic, who was surprisingly staring right at her with a neutral smile on his face.

“Sorry.” he mentioned, seeming genuine about it. “Sometimes, I just have nothing to say. Other times…”

She felt him pull her closer… and it practically took her breath away.

“I just like hearing your voice. That’s all.”

He winked.

She swooned.

And the rest of the day, his arm never left her side.

(Sonic Adventure 2)

After chasing the president down, Sonic was headed off to the rest of his adventure, before passing the city as he ran along the road, and noticed a familiar building…

-flashback to Sonic Adventure-

“Oh Sonic! This ride is so much fun!” Amy squee’d while getting in line to one of the attractions at Twinkle Park.

Sonic had rolled his eyes, not that thrilled to be there.

At least it was free…

Amy looped an arm around his own and pulled him into the roller-coaster.

“Here, for safety.”

She pulled the ride’s seat-security from above him down, and then giggled as she did her own.

But he stopped her a moment, thinking it a funny joke, he put his hand over her shoulder and out from her gripping his arm.

It surprised her, that’s for sure.

“No- Here.” he charmingly gave her a smile. “For safety.”

She almost didn’t get the seat-security on in time before the ride began, just from her loud and boisterous giggles of glee; kicking her feet out wide!

-End flashback-

Sonic snuffed downward with his nose, having a disapproving face on.

‘I was too sweet on her…’ he thought to himself, as he took off quickly towards his off-ramp…

Or more so… jumped… off the road, creating his own.

-Eggman’s trickery and the tube-

When it came time for Sonic to address Amy… he held his rushing thoughts back.. a million things he wanted to say to her.

Looking to her though… seeing the fear in her eyes… he knew just what to say.

-Flashback to Sonic Adventure again-

Amy had wobbled off an extreme twirl-ride and had to have Sonic help her as she walked away.

She tripped or fell on him a few times, but he got her to a seat and sighed, sitting by her as she laughed in her dizzy state.

“That was a wild one! Huh, Sonic?” she laughed, as he just folded his arms, scooting back and leaning as far down the chair as he could, shrugging.

“Haha! Ohh.. my stomach.” she gripped her stomach then, hunching over and Sonic leaned up, suddenly actually caring.

“Are you alright?” he leaned a hand to help her up.

“Just… OFFPH!” she covered her mouth as Sonic panicked.

His feet jumped up and down, quickly looking for something before helping her up and over to a trashcan.

He sighed again as she was by that trashcan for a while…

“Amy…” he had a sweat drop slid on the corner of his face, before turning back to her and smiling, having leaned on a railing by the object.

She sadly looked up, thinking he was now having a horrible time with her.

He saw that expression and knew what he needed to say next, with a charming smile.

“Take care of yourself.” he smiled very warmly, hushing any fears she had that he wasn’t enjoying this time with her.

It’s true… that he wasn’t… but he didn’t want her to think the whole adventure with her in Twinkle Park was… well… it wasn’t all that bad.

-end flashback, back to space colony ark-

Sonic repeated the words, “Take care of yourself.”

Amy’s heart leaped out of her chest, remembering those exact words and what they truly meant…

‘I enjoyed spending time with you.’

She knew that’s what he meant.

Seeing the pod zoom off into orbit… she raced to the window, hands crashing on the glass before moving back from the force she used to land on it and reaching out a hand to him.

“SOOONNNNICCC…!!!!”

(I’ll stop there :) What do you think?)

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Ephemeral (Part 4/4)

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1600+

Warnings: Fluff,angst.

Summary:Reader finds out that her fiance Steve has been cheating on her right before the wedding. Distressed, she turns towards Tony Stark for comfort.

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

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Your feet unknowingly led you to the one person your heart desired to be with,Tony Stark's Lab. When you got into the elevator,when you climbed down the stairs in front of the lab doors. All you knew was you just needed someone right now. And that someone was Tony Stark.

The doors opened for with a swoosh,letting in the music and loud metal clangs,previously trapped in by the soundproof technology.

"Mute."Tony ordered to FRIDAY,when he noticed your arrival.

"Y/N honey? Are you okay?"He noticed your pale face.

"Yeah,I'm fine." You mumbled.

"What is it Y/N?"He got up from his seat,walking over towards you,as he wiped his hands on the side of his jeans."You very rarely come here,unless its for a very important reason."

You looked down at the floor,hair tumbling around your head. "It's over." You started chuckling.

"Y/N?"

"It's fucking over. More than two years of emotional investment down the drain. And he had been playing for almost half that time. Can you imagine? How naive was I? To not notice."You scoffed.

"Y/N,look it's over.You should be glad you don't have to deal with that lying cheating bastard anymore.You are free."

"I loved him. I really did."

"Come here."He extended his arm towards you which you gladly took. With his muscular arm around your waist.he lead you to the one seater, a big one seater at that in one corner.There he plopped down before pulling you onto his lap.

"Now tell me."

You were silent for a few minutes,as he patiently waited,rubbing his hand up and down your chiffon clad back. His fingers twisted around your curls,as you figured out what to say. You didn't even know why you were here,sitting in Tony Stark's lap.

"I don't think he ever loved me."You took a deep breath."It hurts to say this,but I think it was lust all along, you know?" You looked up at him,only to find him staring at you already with his brown eyes.

"And when that was fulfilled,he just tagged me along,waiting for the right moment to leave,instead he just proposed. Why? Why did he ask me to marry him when he didn't love me? He apologised,like five times Tony. But there was no guilt. How? Why?" A tear slipped down your rosy cheeks.

"You talked to Rogers?"Tony's grip tightened around."What did he say?"

"That he was sorry and,and that he fell out of love with me,while he just fell more in love with Sharon,over the course of seven months. Seven months Tony!"You exclaimed."He played me for seven months,that's like since after Ultron.All that time and I was planning our perfect wedding like a fucking wannabe."

"Shh!"He pressed his finger against your lips,the hand slowly trailing behind to cup your head. He moved you to face him."He was your fiance Y/N and no matter how much you try to deny it,you loved him,maybe you don't anymore,but planning your wedding does not make you a wannabee." He lectured.

"I know Tony. But it hurts so much."

"It's okay it will get better."

You laid your head on his shoulder,hand resting where the arc reactor used to be. At the same time, his hands were running through your h/c locks,calming you down.You didn't cry though. You were far down that road,no need to mourn for that son of a bitch,you decided. If you were going to move on then why not start now? Why two months later?

"I love you,sweetheart."Tony's voice broke the silence.

Your eyes widened in panic. What the hell? Where did that come from? You raised your head to meet his equally horrified expression.

"Shit! Y/N I am so sorry,to drop a bomb like this on you,that too now." His anxiety and paranoia took over."Just ignore I said anything."

Your heart started beating fast,blood pumping in your veins quicker than ever before. Was this seriously happening? Now of all times?

"What?"You let out a surprised sound at his proclamation.

"Its nothing."

"No Tony! That's not nothing. You just said you loved me!"You got up from his lap,running a hand through your already tangled hair.

"I am sorry."

"Why are you sorry? God! I should be sorry,coming to you all these years with Steve's problems,date nights and what not." You were flustered with this new source of information. "How long?" You asked him,only for him to be sitting in front of you with the baffled expression of his. This was probably a moment to be marked in history,where the Tony Stark speechless. But right now all his mind was going through was What The Actual Fuck Tony? He really thought he didn't say it out loud.

"How long Tony?"You seethed in frustration.All of this was going bonkers. Here you were just breaking up with Captain fucking America and now Iron Man was confessing his love for you. Really God?! You looked up at the black ceiling.

"8 months after you joined the team."Tony decided to face the consequences.

"8 months?"You shouted. "I joined the team in 2013.That's five years Tony!"

"I know."

You paced in front of him. Your life really was turning out to be a roller coaster. "All these years and you never said anything. Why?" You inquired.

"Because I knew you liked Steve and I didn't want you to feel guilty or something for not loving me back."

"Guilty? I am feeling much more than that right now. I am enraged Stark. More at myself than you!" You snapped."I was so oblivious. All these years and you didn't even give me any hints."You spoke softly,taking a seat opposite him.

"Tony,honestly you have no idea how bad I feel right now. I came to you for the past three years for love advice,for fucking love advice and you never said anything.Why did you do it?"

"Because I loved you,and when you love someone what matters the most to you is that they are happy."He moved to kneel in front of you. "And if being with Rogers made you happy than so be it. But today,looking at where he has brought you in life,I regret that so much. More so than creating Ultron even. I regret not telling you I love you.I regret setting up that date for you and him. I regret I didn't tell your smile was,still is the brightest thing I see all day. That your voice is that of an angel,and when you are on a mission and I can't sleep I listen to your voicemail,because its beautiful. When you enter the room,you light it up for me. Protecting you when on the battlefield is what wakes me up every day. When you enter the room,my heart beats fast,I feel like shrapnel is attacking my heart all over again,but in a good way. I can do anything in this world,but one thing I can never do is stop loving you. I love you Y/N and you don't get to tell me to stop doing that."

"Oh Tony!"You whispered,palm cupping his cheek as you looked down on him. "You are a great man Tony Stark.And believe when I tell you this there was a time when I too had a crush on you,when I was a mere SHIELD agent. I might not be in love with your right now,but I definetely love you. And I promise you that,one day,perhaps one month from now on,or a year I will love you back. And when I do you will know,because when I love,I love with all my might. All I ask of you right now is give me time,I won't be able to do this.That won't be fair to you,not like I have been fair to you since the past few years,but still. I just need some time."

"Take an eternity if you might,just don't leave."

"Never."

"Can I kiss you? Just this once?"

You nodded your head in response. Your lips met his in a soft manner,there weren't fireworks or shocks running down your spine,but there was something there for sure,and you hoped it will rise one day. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync.His lips were surprisingly soft and warm. His nose pressed agaisnt your cheek as your arms wrapped around his neck. His too rising up only to tangle in your hair. As his mouth moved against yours passioantely his thumb caressed your face. He takes the parting of your lips as a perfect chance to enter,and so he does after licking your plump lips. You let out a low moan through his actions. But then you pull apart.

Your forehead is pressed against yours,while two catch your breath. His warm brown eyes staring into yours.

"I am sorry for this Tony."You state as you stand up. "One day I'll come back to you,but not today."

"I'll be waiting." You hear him say as you walk out of the lab. "To an eternity and beyond."

~ the end ~

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userlando · 7 years

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The Rogue [Grayson] Part Two

Summary: Being the little sister of a cartel leader is hard. Your skills are put to the test when you’re forced to go undercover and destroy one of the country’s most dangerous cartels, The Rogue. What you weren’t planning on, was to get involved with their leader. Word Count: 2,064 Warnings: Mentions of drugs, abuse, death, sexual intercourse, cussing. A/N: This series will kick off soon and I swear it’s gonna be an emotional roller-coaster. Strap yourselves, you’re in for quite a ride. Thanks for the love so far, let me know what you thought of this part. Love you, my babies xx

The Rogue Masterlist.

You didn’t know for how long you walked, but you eventually made it to an area where there was life. People were hanging around in a room, similar to a den that had a pool table, a large flatscreen television and a ping-pong table set up. You let your eyes rake over the area, trying not to sneer at the older guys who looked at you with glints in their eyes, nodding like they approved of what they saw. Natasha walked through, bringing a manicured hand up to push a door open, which it did. It revealed a large kitchen area and it took two seconds for you to realize that every single person that was bustling around, was female.

Jayce nudged you with his shoulder and you almost glared at him, before realizing that you were sneering. You wiped the look off of your face just in time for Natasha to turn around, fingers splayed out by her side like she was repulsed to be even standing in the kitchen. You almost rolled your eyes.

“This is your station, Y/N.” She said, waving a hand by her side before placing it on her hip, glancing at the man beside you. “You. Walk with me.”

Jayce glanced at you and a wave of nervousness washed over you as your eyes met. You realized that he was going to go off and do his own thing, so you were on your own for now. It wasn’t that you didn’t doubt yourself, but you’d be lying if you said that the thought of parading around The Rogue’s headquarters alone didn’t scare you just a tiny bit.

You watched Jayce walk away with Natasha, the large doors swinging shut and you were so deep in your own thoughts that you startled at the touch on your elbow, whirling around with wide eyes. A pair of hazel eyes stared back at you, looking just as surprised as you probably did. The African girl withdrew her hand, holding it against her chest as if you’d just burnt her.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you.” She exclaimed, voice tinny but sweet enough to make you relax as you took in her black locks, arched eyebrows and sharp yet sweet eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but you decided right then that you liked this girl.

“No worries,” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, turning your body fully toward her.

The girl giggled, lips cracking into a bright smile that showed off her straight teeth. She was sweet and you briefly let yourself wonder how a girl like this could ever work for a cartel as dangerous as The Rogue.

“I’m Zaila and you must be Y/N? I’ve heard about you, people were talking about new staff being brought in.” She stuck her dainty hand out and you took it hesitantly, shaking it twice before letting go. “You’re so much prettier than I thought. I love your hair.”

Your eyebrows almost shot up in surprise but you managed to hold it, opting for a small laugh instead. Zaila was chatty, but she seemed nice enough.

“Thank you, I like yours.” You nodded towards her hair, admiring the black locks on her head. “So, you’re on kitchen duty too, I take it?”

She nodded, turning around to walk around a counter and you followed her as she passed a few other girls. They barely looked like they were legal and it made you sick to your stomach as you realized how some of these probably had nowhere to go, or they could’ve been kidnapped from the comfort of their own homes. This group was sick, and you could barely wait until you burnt the cartel to the ground.

Zaila opened up a closet and you watched her walk in, raffling through it before walking out.

“Your job is to basically just serve a few members in the dining area. You’ll spend your days cooking in here, preparing for meals and all that.” She waved with her free hand before handing over a few pieces of folded clothes.

“Sounds easy enough.” You said and you almost missed the way she winced, almost. “What?”

“The members...” She paused, hesitating as she swept her eyes over the kitchen area as if to see if anyone was listening before sighing. “They can be dangerous to hang around. So when you serve their food, don’t make eye contact, don’t talk to them unless they ask you a question.”

You would’ve thought that she was kidding but there was a look in her eyes that made you think otherwise, she was as serious as a heart attack. It made you wonder what would happen if you ever looked at them, if you talked back. You had a big mouth and you never thought that it would ever be a threat to your life, but things have changed.

You feared for your life now.

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The cafeteria was bustling, both men and women walking around, yelling over the room as they laughed loudly and almost mockingly. The atmosphere was almost... Relaxed. Quite the opposite of what you had been expecting, but this cartel was close after all. It was no secret that The Rogue valued loyalty over anything; you weren’t family just because you were blood relatives, you were family by your actions, devotion and your adherence.

You had put on a front, serving the members without making eyecontact and you’d worked hard to blend in. Of course, you’d gotten the initial “you’re new here, I haven’t seen you around before” but you’d just smiled weakly and moved on, praying that you wouldn’t be recognized.

Deep down in your heart, you knew that these members had no clue of who you were. Hayden had worked hard to keep your identity a secret and he had succeeded, but you still got the occasional chill up your spine whenever a guy would look at you for a second too long as you served him his food.

Zaila came around the corner, cheeks looking a little warm on her brown skin and a small faint smile playing on her full lips. You watched her from across the room, frowning when you realized that this was the first time in two hours that you’d seen her, wondering where the hell she had been.

“Zaila serves the members and leaders in a higher rank.” A voice from beside you almost whispered and you turned your head, eyebrows shooting up.

You were met with hazel eyes and a small grin on pink, thin lips that belonged to a girl that you’d been introduced to a few hours ago; Naya. She was a quiet girl, keeping to herself but there was something about her that told you to keep your distance, to be careful around her.

“Higher rank?” You asked, even though you already had an inkling of what she was talking about. “You mean the leader?”

You’d read about the leader, Grayson Dolan. His father Sean had stepped down from the position, deciding to run his other few cartels from behind the scenes so Grayson took his place, getting The Rogue back on track after having suffered a severe loss when a drug swap had gone wrong. A drug swap that was between The Rogue and your own cartel. The cartel run by your brother. There wasn’t much to know about Grayson because he seemed like the type of man to keep to himself, but he was known for being cold and distant, the type that would never hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes if you so much as looked at him wrongly. He had a brother, Ethan, that was just as dangerous as him. But according to several sources, he was way more relaxed than his brother so maybe that would be your in, to get on his good graces and earn his trust before taking down his brother, bringing the whole cartel with you.

“The leader, his brother...” Naya trailed off, shrugging her shoulders before giving you a small smile. “It’s resting time though, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As you wandered the halls, you were struck with the realization that you had no clue where the sleeping halls were, you had no idea where you were supposed to sleep. So you roamed around aimlessly, coming to a halt as you heard voices from down the hall.

“I know you want me, pretty girl.” A raspy voice said, smirk evident in his voice and you furrowed your eyebrows as you heard a sharp intake of breath.

You held your own breath as you peeked around the corner, spotting a guy hovering over a girl that you recognized from the kitchen. She was trapped between his body and the wall, almost shrinking as the guy placed both his hands on either side of her head on the wall, leaning forward. Your mouth dropped open in sheer disgust as you saw how he was protruding from the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing his hips forward so he could nudge the girl.

“Hey!” The shout ripped from your throat before you knew what you were doing, coming out from around the corner where you’d hid to walk down the hall.

The guy turned his head, but he didn’t pull back as he regarded your furious expression and your fisted hands. His lips pulled into a vile smirk and you suddenly got the urge to punch it off of his head.

“Get away from her!” You seethed, pointing a finger at him but he didn’t look scared. He didn’t even flinch, only raised a bushy eyebrow in amusement.

“Or what?” He chuckled, pulling back from the girl to stand up straight. “Who the fuck do you think you are, lady?”

Only then did you realize what a mistake you’d made, not because the guy was twice your size, but because you were supposed to lay low and be on everyone’s good side. You weren’t here to fight, you were here to complete the mission. It was strange watching what happened next, his meaty hand clenching into a fist before connecting with your face, sending you reeling backwards. You gasped for air, feeling disoriented as you brought a hand up to your lips, feeling the slight trickle of crimson staining your shaking fingers and the inside of your mouth. But it didn’t stop you from pushing yourself up on your feet, lunging straight for his laughing face.

The girl started screaming in horror as you both fell to the carpet, but you were blindsided with rage as you continued ramming your fist into the man’s face. You were sure that you’d probably broken a couple of knuckles by now but you couldn’t stop, not until you felt hands grab you by throat, pulling you back with a roughness that had you screaming.

You were slammed to the ground, straddled with thighs on either side of your stomach as the hands around your throat tightened, cutting off your airsupply.

“Stop, please, stop!” The girl was screaming in hysterics now, watching with tearfilled eyes as you mustered up all the strength you could to bring your hands to his that were wrapped around your esophagus.

“Enough!” A voice boomed in the hallway and just like that, the hands had disappeared and you could breathe again. You curled up to the side, feeling like throwing up and passing out all at the same time as you gasped for breath.

The screaming and crying had stopped and all that could be heard was you struggling to catch your breath and the sharp intakes of breath from the man that had been so close to killing you. The shuffling of shoes could be heard from behind you and you raised your head, squinting as the ceiling lights almost blinded you.

In front of you, stood a young man with his hair falling in wisps on his forehead, jawline sharp and clenched, eyebrows knitted together, lips straight in a line and the way he was standing suggested that he was anything but happy about the situation. His eyes were striking, almost deadly as he stared you down.

They were dark and it was in that moment that you, for the first time, felt true terror run through your body.

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It's Gonna Last Forever

Fluffy Zack Merrick Imagine - requested by Anon, hope you enjoy! Request: Could I just have some fluffy cute cuddly std era Zack?? If it's not too much... maybe like a proposal scenario??? Word Count: 1,600 A/N: This was requested to me 3 months ago so I doubt the original anon will even see this, but this was a nice little scenario to help me get back into writing, so I’m sorry if this sucks but it’s been a while ahaha (also I didn’t proof read so I apologise for any mistakes in advance)

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"Oh my god," you snorted as you snuggled further into Zack's side. It was movie night and you and the guys were currently watching some cheesy rom-com that Zack had picked out – which was curious enough, but that boy was always full of strange surprises. "That is so lame," you chuckled, watching as the main character stepped through a door and was greeted by a band playing; their significant other dressed in a suit and tie and already on one knee, reeling off a cliche proposal speech.

You felt Zack tense beside you; his burly arm stiffen around you. Alex let out an awkward cough, breaking through the suddenly uncomfortable atmosphere. You raised a brow and glanced around the room at the four boys; all of which had completely unreadable expressions on their faces. You caught Jack shooting a look in Rian's direction and Rian bit his lip in response.

"You guys are being so weird tonight," you commented with a light chuckle. Zack had been on edge all week, and now the other boys were acting the same way. Maybe they were nervous about some upcoming show or something, but anytime you asked Zack what was up he would just laugh awkwardly and brush your question off; usually kissing you to distract you – which, unfortunately, worked every time. "I'm gonna go get some more popcorn, anyone want anything?" you asked as you got to your feet and grabbed the now empty bowl on the coffee table.

The boys all spluttered incoherent mumbles in response. You furrowed your brows and shook your head, completely confused by the sudden weird behaviour they were all displaying. You made your way into the kitchen to fill up the bowl and immediately you could hear the boys all whispering to eachother in panicky tones.

"Shh! Shhh!" you heard Zack hiss in a hushed tone as you made your way back into the living room. The vibe was even more awkward than it had been before.

"Okay, what's going on?" you placed the popcorn in Zack's lap and slumped into the seat beside him.

"Nothing, babe," he mumbled, kissing your forehead and pulling you into him. He seemed to relax a little beside you, which was comforting.

"Hmmm, okaaay," you raised your brows, "but I'm watching you boys," you joked and the guys responded with forced, uncomfortable laughter.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"Oh shit," you mumbled as you heard your phone vibrating on the kitchen table. You were in the middle of washing the dishes and your hands were currently lathered with suds. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," you repeated to your phone, as if it could understand your current predicament. You grabbed for a wash cloth and dried off your hands before grabbing for your phone and accepting the call.

"Hey baby," Zack's clear voice rang through, immediately bringing a smile to your face. He was supposed to be in the recording studio all day so you hadn't expected to hear from him.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Can you please do me a big favour?" he asked, using his usual childish tone that always helped him to get his own way.

You chuckled softly. "Fine," you shook your head, "what do you need?"

"Do you mind going over to Rian's place and just waiting for a package for him?" He must've heard you sigh down the phone because he proceeded to elongate the word 'Pleaaaaaaaase' in a baby voice.

"Ugh, fine, fine, but you owe me mister," you warned in a silly tone.

"We'll see about that," he mumbled, hanging up before you had chance to question what he meant by that.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a jacket. Thankfully Rian only lived a couple doors over so it wasn't a huge deal. You made your way to his front door and grabbed the key from under his doormat before letting yourself inside.

Immediately, you were greeted by a really strange feeling. You chose to ignore it; grabbing a magazine from the dining table and taking a seat; preparing for what was hopefully a short stay.

Only around 15 minutes had passed when the doorbell rang; startling you a little since you had been so engrossed in some article about what Justin Bieber had been up to recently.

You got to your feet and answered the door. You were greeted by a young guy wearing a tux and holding a small black box. You furrowed your brows; perplexed by the scenario, but before you had chance to question the man's dress code, he was placing his hands on your shoulders and trying to turn you around.

"Woah, dude!" you exclaimed, trying to pull away from him. "Personal space please, Jesus Christ."

"Please- just- your boyfriend paid me extra- please just- please don't tell my boss-" the guy mumbled behind you and eventually you stopped and allowed him to do whatever it was he had apparently been paid extra for. He lowered a dainty gold chain over your head and around your neck, fastening it for you. You breathed a sigh of relief once you realised what he was doing.

Your hand immediately went to the necklace. It had two small, solid gold letters hanging from it. "I'm really sorry about that, I thought it was weird too when he asked me but he offered me another $20 and, to be honest, I don't make much money at this job so I couldn't turn it down," th delivery guy continued to ramble uncomfortable but your eyes were trained on the necklace, trying to understand what it meant. The first letter was your first initial – pretty self explanatory – but the second letter was an M, which made no sense at all. Who was the 'M'?

"Oh!" the delivery guy exclaimed, causing you to jump a little and revert your attention back to him. "Yeah, also you're supposed to go through to the living room," he smirked a little and you narrowed your eyes, "anyway, cya! Oh and congrats!" he called out and he walked back towards his van. You titled your head in confusion before finally closing the door. You moved towards Rian's living room hesitantly, completely unsure of what you were going to find behind the door.

"Okay, go," you heard Zack whisper as your fingers connected with the door handle. You could hear an acoustic guitar being gently strummed, the sounds of Rian's fingers brushing his box drum as Alex cleared his throat and began singing Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams; the song you and Zack danced to on your first date.

You pushed through the door, confused and anxious. What the hell was going on? You were greeted by the sight of the four men, all in suits; Alex, Jack and Rian all had huge grins on their faces as they played; whilst Zack was pulling at his collar, trying desperately to cool his sweaty, nervous self down.

You looked around the room with narrowed eyes, a slight smile twitching at the corner of your lip as you stepped towards Zack with a questioning look in your eyes. Zack gulped, but once he had you in his sights he seemed to relax a little, a genuine smile transforming his face. "Hey," he whispered, biting his lower lip as he took your hand.

"Hey," you whispered back, your smile growing as you began piecing things together in your mind. "What's going on?" you asked with a soft chuckle.

Zack swallowed hard; so hard you noticed his Adam's apple bob in his throat. "Y/N..." he spoke softly, the tone grabbing your attention and holding you still. "My life has been a roller-coaster of complete uncertainty, but you," he smiled, squeezing your hand a little. "You have always been a definite - ever since I first saw you in those ripped jeans with those blue streaks in your hair," he joked and you shoved his shoulder playfully, laughing as you reminisced on your fashion choices as a teenager.

"I love you, and I would be the happiest man in the world if you would allow me to love you for the rest of our lives," You watched the man drop to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his back pocket and revealing the most stunning ring inside. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You hadn't realised that you were crying until you finally managed to choke out the words "Yes, of course," and they came out all throaty and muffled. He slid the ring onto your finger; his hands shaking but his smile unwavering as the pair of you stared down at this beautiful symbol of your love. You gave Zack no time to attempt to stand up before you were kneeling in front of him and engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. He chuckled, pulling away to plant a few kisses on your lips. The boys had stopped playing and were now clapping and cheering; Jack throwing in a cheeky wolf whistle.

"I hope that wasn't too lame," he mumbled against your lips, continuing to peck you. Now it all made sense; the awkward tension and the muffled whispers had all been because you had called the movie lame and Zack had had this up his sleeve.

You let out a soft laugh, squeezing Zack tighter. "It was so lame," you joked, "but in the most perfect way." You kissed him again, and again, and again.

This was what the M stood for. Merrick. You were soon to be Mrs. Merrick.

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The night that was not right

(A FICTIONAL STORY BEARS NO RESEMBLANCE TO ANYONE. (SCRIPT FOR SALE. INTERESTING PARTIES MAY CONNECT TO BUY).

Genre: Thriller

Mr.X always takes his time out for his favorite windy place in the neighborhood. All his friends know about the parking lot, that has gathered its popularity for its ideal location which is clean, windy and the solitude it provides for the group of friends, sitting to unwind and to gulp some beers.

The only issue is the police van or jeeps, patrolling the upmarket parking lot to keep a tab on these friendly groups, preferring this parking lot more than a coffee shop.

X was running late and was rushing to reach there as one of his friend (Y from here on) was coming from a remote end of town.X was fifteen minutes late but did not forget to tag along some beers for this reunion with a friend,who met with an accident and wanted to spend some quality time with him. X got the parking with some other friendly groups, scattered in the desired corners of that huge parking lot. Friend Y had not reached, so X opened the first beer bottle to soothe his nerve and to flow with the music in the car with the fizz of the real barley beer introduced recently. Y called him from the way and assured him that he is reaching in some 15 minutes.X had already finished one beer by then and by default his hands reached for a fresh beer that can really liquidize the wait.

X saw a person walking on his crutches and approaching his car. This was his friend(Y),he was waiting for.

X switched on the headlight to signal him, which Y responded to with the precision of an eagle and briskly walked to end his journey in the front seat of a stationary car parked in the favorite spot of solitude called the "Yariparking lot" by many friendly groups.

Y sat in the car narrating the saga of his day and his chance meeting with a friend from abroad.X asked about his welfare and started the usual round of conversation and the beer was behaving as a constant companion. Suddenly Y said that he has got something that all the greatest actors in the world tried and a paper, small in size, ejected from his pocket.

X was surprised to see that a small piece of paper had access to all the great artists, Y just mentioned?

X took the paper from his hand and took a closer view of an interconnected paper with an imprinted figure of Shiva dancing over it."What's this y"?

y smiled and spoke like Al Pacino."This is an acid strip, only for the chosen ones and the greatest". X muttered in low voice .."This freakin piece of small paper has so many qualities" ??

"Yes gentleman..yes," said Y.

"X" thought of that interconnected piece of paper as some kind of token or a memento to be kept and asked Y in a reticent voice "Can I keep it"

"This is to be kept on the tongue idiot if you want to feel the greatness of this esoteric stuff, but just one square out of the whole strip" roared Y.

X took out one square from the big interconnected square, which was not looking like a square after the extraction of the small square from the bigger square and put that on his tongue, which trippingly came out to chew it.

"NO, no don't chew it"shouted Y but by then that small strip of paper was en route to the beer belly of X.

"This is an acid strip and now you gonna trip to a roller coaster mentally you idiot" Y uttered on an octave

"I freakin feel noting dude," said X.

"You will" Y took another strip and kept on his tongue .." lemme reach to you" Y winked.

The flow of the beers was restored as it was brought again by a nearby late-night bar.

They came back again on the same spot ." you got a fake strip dude" said X

"Nothing is happening, I think someone conned you dude"

Y exclaimed in disbelief "How is this possible, I paid 3 grand ...." for this whatever....(interrupted X cutting him) a great piece of paper, you fool..haha".X was laughing.

"See, I am putting two not one strip of this elixir of greatness on my tongue and you will see, nothing will happen as nothing has happened. You are conned and accept it" X extracted two small squares and put on his tongue "And yes, this time, I am not going to gulp it, baby. see your stuff busted by my system". With a kind of teasing look on his face X did the intake.

Y was just sitting silently and started gulping the beer. "Go slow you alcoholic" roared X.

"See nothing happened," said X."Can you SEE the cop car coming towards us? " Y said in the alarming voice.

A police gypsy halted and a torch was flashed towards them.

"Come Out of the Car," Said a heavy sound behind the torch.

"I told you that this parking was never a safe place.i just came out of the hospital for this ? to be caught by the police" Y was kind of sobbing in his tone and looked at X

X retorted "Police can never catch me because I am not gonna ruin our party," X said with James bond \jason strong voice and started the ignition.

"Stop, stop catch these basts "...and the Ford sped past the gypsy.

Police started chasing them and were right behind their car.

X took a sharp turn and entered a labyrinthine lane of the nearby coastal village. Police followed suit.

X was not knowing about any direction and was speeding his car in the narrow lane. Suddenly there was a lane going right and another straight."Which side. Right or straight ??.. TELL ME" X SHOUTED.

"TAKE A RIGHT" Y shouted back and X took the right turn and was driving on approx 100mph in a narrow lane. Nothing obstructed them and suddenly they saw a road opening to the main road. There were dim lights following them still but now Ford was opening up to cruise on a jet speed. Suddenly X started laughing and said, "Now I will show you how a car is driven".

No, NO NO...you are hit by the strip and beer and its a lethal combo.NO NO NO ..Y was shouting at a note higher than Mariah Carey but it was all in vain.

The car came on the highway and was speeding .Y was continuously shouting on X."You don't have the experience to handle it. This is a triple dose of acid .you gonna die. I am also gonna die you bastard. Have you gone mad?" Y was still screaming in vain.

They reached a locality called Bandra (a posh suburban location) from a suburb called Andheri in dot seven minutes.

Suddenly a car came to a screeching halt. "I need to call Poonam," said X

"You are not doing that..Y yelled.

The female voice could be felt clearly on the other side of the phone at around 3.45 in the otherwise silent and peaceful night.

'Do you know baby, the entire police department is looking for me "said X." Where are you? "said the voice on the phone.

"Carter road coffee shop..well it is closed".said X.

"Please go home, dear. Grow up .grow up..you are not a kid" said the voice.

"Sure sweetheart, my friend has come from Chembur, after dropping him, I will go back home. Bye!!" X disconnected.

"I FREAKING DON'T STAY THERE(CHEMBUR). WHY YOU ARE GOING THERE" Y was still shouting.

Come, buddy, you are meeting me for the first time after a long time and the night has just begun"

X switched on the car again and disappeared leaving the empty roads behind.

The black ford was racing on a heartbreaking speed and suddenly Y expressed the bladder rush due to excessive use of liquid barley beverage called beer and requested X to stop the car. The car came to the side of the road with the flurry of the traffic passing beside them X,, sitting on the driver's seat. (different sounds of different vehicles crossing the driver's seat window and X could see Y making his way to nearby bushes to relieve him of the bladder rush and was slowly making his way on the crutches. Headlights were the companion to make him find a spot in the bushes. As he reached the right spot, Y signaled X to switch off headlights to facilitate the privacy for deflating his bladder.

In the meantime, X realized that something was lying under the seat and as he extended his hand to figure out. I t was another hot bottle of the beer, might have rolled its way under the seat. X opened the beer using his teeth and gulped some sips of hot beer down the throat.

Y was back and as he tried to settle down on the seat, a police bike stopped beside the driver's window and the first thought that came to their mind that police were still following them. The policeman was from other jurisdictions of the city and they realized for the first time that they were in Chembur.An area very very far from there starting point i.e the carpark from where it all started.

The cop informed them that they have entered a no-entry zone drunk so they got to follow him to the police station in some "Anu shakti. Nagar"

Y was getting frustrated as he never wanted his birthday to be celebrated like this and expressed his venom of anger on the police staff at the police station. Otherwise, after negotiating with X they were agreeing to release them by keeping the car in their custody till the next day.

Sudden hurl of not so good words by Y to the police officers resulted in police changing their decision and decided to keep both X and Y in the police lock-up.

It was beyond 4 am and police staff was parked on their seats rather than the doors of the police station and were fed with the still ongoing hurling of the shrieks from the tired vocal cords of Y.

Gradually they both slept in the lockup and by a sudden sound of a lock-up door opening. They saw a smiling officer telling them to accompany him to the court.

Both X and Y were shocked and then X cautioned Y that he gonna take on the course from here on and make sure they get out of this situation only under one condition that Y does not speak a word and do exactly as X says.

Seeing the horrible state of affairs Y agreed saying "I swear, I will not speak unless asked"

As they entered a premise looked like a black and white state of affairs in the world, which was not so colorful for them at that point in time.

A slim young guy ( LAWYER) came for their rescue and agreed to take over their case and said that "the judge is a very emotional man and if you can make him emotional by your story, both of you can be free citizens in few hours."

As planned X took to explain to the judge that how he wanted to make his friend Y happy on his birthday after the tragedy of his fractured bone refusing to heal even after year and a half.and his friend should be allowed to go and X proposed his arrest for the sake of his friend and all this with the Ganges of tears falling from his eyes. It worked. This moved the entire court, including the emotional judge.

The judge gave them bail and also praised X that a true friend remains in thick n thin. He ordered their release and let them go citing the special case of friendship on the grounds of humanity.

X &Y were happy, relaxed and felt like prisoners of war released after a great turmoil.

A man of nearly three and a half feet unlocked the chained car (from a lot of cars confiscated by the police) called them lucky to have escaped conviction. and laughed in a unique manner.

Both X & Y left the police station after retrieving the car.

X & Y thanked everyone, waved with beaming smiles before leaving that premise.

The ford was cruising but there was no exchange of words between X &Y as both were pondering over the turn of events.

Fade out.

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