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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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Caution to my Wayward Son Chapter 4 (18+ mature)

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ mature smutty moment, a hands-on approach. Words: 1,678 no use of Y/N minors DNI! Less fighting more tension.

Chapter 1 My Masterlist

The rest of the day was quiet. You and Bradley had established an understanding of 'you don't want each other.' The honest truth is that the more that Bradley denied you and pushed you away, the more you wanted to chase. It was like a sick attachment issue you had after dealing with your fucked up childhood. You really didn't want him at first. Even when he first started being mean you didn't want him. All the guys that ever came on to you, were a bore, and you didn't like just people being rude for no reason, but the simple words 'you can't have it' rang in your head like an alarm that had no snooze button. Just a constant taunt. You did hate him, but the way those words teased you were something you've never experienced. The jealousy play might be working out in your favor.

You walked into the rec room after class was dismissed. You sat across from Em.

"Em, I have a question to ask?"

"Do I think trix is hot?...yes." She smiled at you. "If he's yours, then Ill back off. If not then I give you full permission to push my number his way."

You laughed. That wasn't your question, but you had been interrupted, "Lucky." Johnson had showed up.

"Trix, come sit." He sat next to you.

"So, where are you from you never told us?" The conversation started to incorporate Trix, dismissing Em's comments.

Bradley walked into the rec room and noticed the three sitting together. Of course, Johnson was sitting next to you. He sat next to Nat, who had been watching from the sidelines thus far, while trying to focus on her studies. "Rooster, I'm getting worried about you." She said as soon as he sat down. "You're not acting like yourself. You're being weird." She folded her arms.

Bradley scoffed. "I just miss home." She lifted a brow. "Bradley, I know you're lying. I've caught you looking at her. I've known you for a long time now. You're jealous. Just admit it."

He rolled his eyes and forced a laugh. "I am not. I am pissed because I'd rather see her miserable."

"Without you." She added to his sentence.

He folded his arms. "No, because she's a bitch."

She leaned back. "See, this is what I'm talking about. I've never heard you call any women bitches."

Bradley looked back at you. "I guess I'd never met one before."

You were smiling at your friends. Johnson had his arm around your seat.

Nat narrowed her eyes. "You just need to apologize."

You were laughing at something Johnson had said. Bradley had thought he was over all of it when you both continued the banter after lunch, but seeing you again right next to him boiled his blood all over again. "Are you even listening to me?" She scoffed and leaned back in her seat, arms still folded. "I'm going to my room." Rooster ignored her frustration.

Bradley got up and walked to his room. He made it inside and laid down on his bunk. He didn't want to listen to Nat. He wanted to piss you off. He wanted to get you angry and get you yelling. Yelling at him , not just the whisper yell that he has heard. He wanted you yelling for him. Bradley wanted your lips on his, then have you yelling for him to keep going, bradley shook his head. No, he just needed sex. That's all this was. It was just the primal instinct. He didn't care that Johnson had you as a girlfriend or what you were going to do with him physically. He just wanted you in his bed pleasing him and nothing more. Maybe you were right after all. Maybe that's all he really wanted in the first place. That's why he was jealous he wanted sex that you were going to give someone else.

He heard you walking down the hall. He knew it was you because your voice was loud and obnoxious. He didn't know who you were talking to. A jet landed when you and the mystery person got close enough for him to identify who you were with. It has to be Johnson. He wanted nothing more than to punch something. You and Rooster were the only ones down this corridor. There were people not far, but they couldn't hear and wouldn't be walking down the hall at random. Perfect place for a hookup.

His assumptions were confirmed when he heard muffled moans coming from your room. He was so mad but hadn't had anything in a while. His last hook up was months ago. He felt his cock twitch. Your moans were soft but he knew behind the door they were louder.

He wanted to be the one in your room. He could imagine the way you were so riled up when you both argued. He imagined that being transitioned into sexual passion. He could almost imagine your body from the whiskey fogged memory of what you wore on the date.

He leaned against the door, his breathing tightening. He wrapped his hand around the handle and cracked the door open. The moans were ever so slightly louder. He listened while you were in pleasure.

It was a much different tone than when you were angry. He felt his belt coming undone. It was like his body had a mind of its own. He gripped tightly stroked his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes imagining you were there with him, making those sultry sounds underneath him. He continued to stroke harder and faster while your moans got louder. He heard your moans come to a peak and his breath faltered. He finished, closing the door quickly so whoever was with you wouldn't find it cracked and try to bust in.

His heart ached. "I hate her." He spoke in a way that read more as he was trying to convince himself.

You were in the other room and fell asleep, comfortable and relaxed from your high.

The next morning you woke up, took a shower and got ready for the class. You opened the door to find Bradley there waiting. "So how was it?"

Your eyebrows stitched together. "How was what?" He glanced behind you into your room.

"Cereal boy. How was he?" He met your eyes again.

"Trix wasn't here last night..." you trailed. "Em walked me home but she took off back to her room."

Rooster could make a decision right now. He could either stalk out the hallway at night and continue to hear your hot voice trembled in pleasure, or he could call you on your bullshit and embarrass you and know the real answer from your reaction. His dick won. "Oh..." He just turned and started walking down the hallway to class.

You followed after him. "Do you want him to come down here? I mean, Im sure he wouldn't mind an audience. " Bradley looked down at you, rolling his eyes.

He shrugged. "No, I would rather not. You said yesterday you were going to take it up the ass. I just thought you might have done it."

You scoffed. "I was bothering you, dickhead." you continued walking behind him. You remembered the night before looking at the pictures from his social media. His profile wasn't private, and his body was incredible. The words kept spinning. 'You can't have it.' You couldn't stop yourself from imagining him, and it drove you wild.

"You weren't bothering me, sweetheart. I told you, I don't care who you fuck." He continued down the hallway.

"Sweet heart? Really, I figured it would bother you. Me underneath a different ripped man. " You slipped past him, strutting your hips a little harder than usual.

"Not even a little bit." He watched your ass bounce in your uniform almost the whole way to class.

You sat down in your seat and he sat beside you.

"So if you weren't fucking the cereal boy, then what were you doing?" He wanted to see you get flustered and see how much you would tell, without risking losing those sexy sounds. Through his door.

"Why do you ask?" You turned it back on him.

He should have saw it coming. "Just making conversation."

You looked at him with your eyebrow pinning up a lot of confusion on your face.

"You're full of shit, you actually want to know what I was doing. Do you want to know what I was wearing too?" You pulled out your highlighters.

"Not really. I still dont like you. I just prefer to be at least a little civil." He was lying though his teeth he wanted nothing more then to have a visual to concrete his imagination next time.

"Good because I don't like you either. You get on my nerves. It's none of your business what I was doing last night. I can't have your body, so you can't have knowledge of mine." He smirked.

"Technically speaking, you saw my body out on a beach. I know you did at the party. So I deserve a bikini picture." You raised an eyebrow at him.

"You don't deserve anything, you prick... ,but if you want one so bad, you could just look on my social media, that is, if I accept your friend request." He fought every nerve to keep his phone in his pocket. "You could roll the dice, but don't place your bets on it. My man-friend might get jealous." You were placing a trap right out in front of him.

His eyes shot to Johnson. "I thought you weren't with him."

"I'm not... that doesn't mean that he's not flirting with me and might get competitive. If he sees I'm friends with you online, someone who clearly doesn't want me." You exaggerated the 'doesn't'. You could tell he got upset and competitive himself. You loved seeing him so aggressive.

"I don't want you. You're a raging bitch that irratates me to no end." Especially when you start bullshit like this. He adds in his thoughts.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know. You don't have to tell me. I do it because I enjoy watching you squirm." This win went to you. His shoulder tingled from your touch. Bradley already knew when he would send you the request.

When you were most vulnerable again...

Chapter 5

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freesia-writes · 8 months

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Chapter 13: Ingenuity

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

Master List of Chapters

From a tall tree on a nearby hill, Vel let out a breath, lowering her hand and crumpling against the trunk in utter exhaustion. She couldn't quit now, though, as whatever voodoo fire magic the tribe believes to have happened might not be enough to keep them away from these horrible turtle-stealing invaders. She quickly scaled down the tree, and upon reaching the ground, picked up the bag containing the turtle creature she had intercepted. She threw it over her shoulder and sprinted for the Marauder, safely tucked behind the next grassy knoll.

Crosshair ran to the pile of their things, tugging his helmet over his head and lifting his sniper sight to his eye. He gave a quick perimeter scan before tossing Wrecker his helmet and pulling Tech's backpack onto his own shoulders. Wrecker crammed his head into his own helmet and threw Tech over his shoulder, earning a pained cry from the delirious clone.

The hum of the ship suddenly reached their ears, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. But lo and behold, the Marauder appeared over the trees, lowering clumsily above them as the stairs folded out. Setting the ship down with a crooked and embarrassingly loud thump, Vel ran to the doorway, beckoning for them to get in.

They filed onto the ship quickly, Hunter taking the controls, and he gunned the engine to make their departure. Once stabilized on a hyperspace route, he went back to join the others in the bunk room.

Crosshair slumped in the corner while Wrecker sat on the floor, holding a now-unconscious Tech. Vel was furiously searching through the datapad, looking for any clue as to what that thing was or what was happening in his body. Hunter motioned to Wrecker, and he picked Tech up to as much of a standing position as he could be put in without consciousness. Hunter placed a hand on Tech's forehead, tipping it back a little bit to inspect his eyes and mouth. He noticed some angry red welts appearing on his neck, above the edge of his blacks.

"Crosshair, get the medpack. We have to get some bacta on those as soon as possible, no matter what that thing was," Hunter said, "Vel, come give me a hand." They tried to lift Tech's arm, to take off his armor all together, but it earned them another yelp of pain. Vel winced.

"Wrecker, hold him," Hunter said, changing to instead remove the armor plates individually, hands flying from one to another. He unfastened the utility belt and its thigh straps, relieving Tech of his endless pouches and holsters. Finally, with one smooth motion, Hunter pulled the knife from his wrist gauntlet and sliced Tech's black base layer from bottom to top.

Vel let out a quiet gasp as it fell open, revealing his back to be covered with raised spirals, angry red, with broken blood vessels branching off of them in every direction. It was clear where his armor had and hadn't been -- every gap around it was filled with incredibly painful-looking burns.

Now was definitely not the time, but she also couldn't help but notice a surprising amount of musculature that she otherwise would not have guessed were there. Sure, he was a highly trained soldier, but it just didn't seem like part of the package. But as he oscillated between a quiet, mumbling coma and writhing with pain, she could see just how strong he was, and she felt herself flush with warmth. The side of Hunter's nose twitched, and his head jerked up. He looked at Vel with an accusatory hint of suspicion, but he spoke only of the work at hand.

"Crosshair, let's start with some chromostring to make sure it gets it all without any nerve damage," Hunter ordered, and it was tossed to him promptly. He worked quickly, covering each welt with the soothing "sssshhhh" of the canister. He layered bacta over it all, then placed a spray hypo in Tech's shoulder as his head lolled from one side to the other. He laid him down flat on his bunk, running a full body scan with the medpack's diagnostic.

"His vitals are stable," Hunter announced after a minute. "It appears that the welts on the skin were created by a toxin that quickly enters the bloodstream and goes straight to the brain. Supposedly, he will be alright, once it works its way out of his system."

"Whew," said Wrecker. "Doesn't sound fun!"

"Is there anything we can do to help that along?" Vel asked, churning inside at the sight of his squirming and whimpering. "I'm afraid not," Hunter replied, checking the scan report, "Since we don't know for sure what that thing was, we don't want to do anything that could make it worse. It's safest to wait it out. We've got some time while we deliver that creature, which, by the way, I'm grateful you caught. We'll just keep an eye on him."

Vel sighed, nodded, and cleaned up the scraps from the med pack as the others exited, the door whooshing closed behind them. Tech rolled from his back to his side, drawing one knee up and gripping the side of the bed with white knuckles. His back tensed, and he let out a strained groan, flattening himself onto his stomach. His eyes remained closed behind their lenses, but his head kept twitching ever so slightly.

She hated to see him that way. She had to try something. Vel felt exhausted from her use of the Force earlier -- manipulating an entire ball of fire was far more difficult than turning a wrench -- but it killed her to see him this way. She sat on the bunk and hovered her hand over his back, closing her eyes and turning inward, seeking that calm, flowing energy. There were too many things buzzing around her mind; she furrowed her brow and shook her head minutely as if to clear them out.

Still too loud. She opened her eyes and let out a sigh, feeling defeated and insufficient. She looked tenderly down at Tech and dropped her hand to the small of his back, heart skipping a beat at the touch. He was far too hot and slightly slick with sweat. But the connection of skin on skin was euphoric. Pushing that aside, she closed her eyes and opened herself up to the Force once more, this time simply radiating comfort and peace.

She felt his back muscles tense beneath her hand as he breathed heavily, ending with a quiet whimper that broke her heart a little bit. She took a deep breath, sinking more deeply into the comforting energy, channeling all of it toward where her hand met his back. He exhaled, and his white-knuckled grip on the sides of the bed relaxed a bit. Encouraged, Vel stayed on course, putting all her warmth toward that sense of consciousness beneath her hand. She reached toward it with her soul, feeling emboldened after their experience with the convor, although this was something entirely different. She had practiced this sort of thing in her Padawan training, but even then, she wasn't very good at it. She didn't want to invade his privacy, but there was something so familiar and inviting...

She decided to keep it at the surface, opening herself to him gently, but not pushing in. It was like venturing slowly into a rainforest, beginning to notice new scents and sounds. But there were no tangible thoughts or ideas, just a sense of things. Smooth metal, burning wires. The thrill and delight of reading, the sheer awe and wonder of learning. Curiosity, disappointment. Victory and failure. A yearning to belong but an enduring gratitude for brotherhood. Calculations, statistics, strategies... Strong feelings and stronger cognitive analysis. Warmth in his heart.

She opened her eyes and pulled her hand back, not wanting to take advantage of his prone state. Her heart glowed from the contact, and she felt an unspeakable fondness rising within. Tech remained quiet, laying calmly in the position he had relaxed into. His rhythmic breathing confirmed his slumber, and Vel stood to leave.

Glancing around the now-empty room, she looked back down at him one more time, tracing a delicate finger along the side of his cheek before slipping out the door.

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magicalqueennightmare · 1 year

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Sins & Amends Chapter 5

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary: Billy and Frank are stateside so Billy comes to the station house to take you to breakfast

"Y/N!" You leaned out the bunk room when you heard Alice call your name "Yea?" She motioned back over her shoulder "There's a good looking guy in the bay asking for you" "Good looking guy?" You were more than a little confused but she shrugged "Hey just cause I like women don't mean I can't tell. Tall, dark hair and darker eyes, basically looks like Zeus sculpted his jaw line as a personal favor?" "Shit that's Billy" you mumbled pulling the blanket up on the bed you'd currently been making then walked past her "Why's that a cause to say shit?" She questioned trailing you closely shooting off a dozen questions about who Billy was and how you knew him.

"Oh shit that Billy!" she realized right before you pushed open the door that led outside and you nodded "That'd be him. Wanna meet officially?" "Sure!" She agreed with a grin slinging her arm around your shoulders as the two of you stepped outside and you spotted Billy leaning against a wall right inside the bay.

He pushed off when he saw you a smile spreading across his face "Hey Y/N" "Hey Billy" you greeted then when Alice shook your shoulders you stifled a laugh to add "Have you met my partner on squad? Alice Hendrixs this is Billy Russo"

The two of them shook hands and a part of you hoped Billy didn't see the look Alice gave you before saying "It was a pleasure meeting you but I gotta go finish up our checklist before our relief gets here" Billy cut his eyes back at you "Shit I didn't mean to interrupt your job" "No interruption. She covers for me, I cover for her. No biggie" Alice assured him before scurrying away.

Billy watched her go before saying "She's nice" you nodded slowly "She's a bit excitable at times but she's been my partner from day one and we always have each other's back" "Sounds like a good friend" "She is"

You turned back to look at him and felt the urge to squirm under his intense gaze. You mentally shook yourself then realised you didn't know why he was at the station house "Is something wrong? I mean is everyone ok?" Your mind started racing thinking of the Castles and Curtis.

He held up one hand to slow your worries "Oh yeah. They're fine. I was going to bring you a coffee by then realized you would be getting off soon so I figured you may let me buy you breakfast"

You couldn't help but ask "Billy you've only been stateside a couple weeks. You mean to tell me you didn't have company on a saturday morning?" He ran his tongue across his teeth and seemed taken aback slightly by your words "Well sweetheart contrary to what you think I am capable of doing more than bed hopping when I'm home and spending time with one of my friends makes the top of the list. Now if you don't want to that's fine but I'm not quite as bad as my reputation"

You kicked yourself the moment you realized you'd touched a nerve. You hadn't meant to insinuate anything you simply hadn't wanted to intrude on any other plans he might have had. You were friends with him and loved having that bond but a part of you still wondered why a man like him would want to spend his precious time between deployments with you. Despite your struggles with your own demons at times your dad's voice echoing that no one would ever want you still rang through your head more than you liked to admit.

Before he could turn to walk off you reached out and grabbed his hand "Wait Billy" he looked at you expectantly so you said "There's a diner not far from here. Good coffee and decent food. Meet you there in about twenty minutes?" A smile slipped onto his face that made your stomach flip before he said "Sounds good"

When you walked into the diner you didn't even have to look for Billy before you heard him calling your name. He was sitting in a corner booth and smiled when you walked in his direction.

"Sorry it took me a little longer. Riley needed some help before her shift" you said as you slid in across from him. He shrugged "No problem. I don't have anywhere to be"

"So what's good here?" He asked picking up one of the menus and cut his eyes at you with a smirk.

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Your plates had already been cleared off the table but you were both nursing cups of coffee as you talked about everything he'd missed with you, Maria and the kids. Not to mention Curtis's recovery. "I think we're all lucky that you came along with Maria as a package deal. Makes Frankie's life a little easier knowing she's not alone with the kids and now how you've helped Curt? You're a big part in everyone's life"

You tried to stop the words from tumbling out but weren't quick enough "What about you Russo?" He grinned those dark eyes seeming to glimmer in the low lights of the diner "Oh I count myself lucky to say I am friends with a woman as amazing as you are"

"Amazing huh? I don't feel amazing most days" you mumbled and he arched an eyebrow "and why is that?" You tried to back track but he was shaking his head "Nope I ain't giving in that easily. How the hell can you not see how the kids look at you? Hell how Frank and Maria look at you? You help everyone you can. You're braver than some of the men we serve with knowing the shitstorms you walk into as a paramedic in this city. I've never met anyone quite like you"

You could feel your cheeks threatening to warm and bit the inside of them to try to keep it down before saying "You're sweet Billy but i honestly wasn't fishing for compliments there" "Good because I wasn't complimenting just telling the truth. If you ever need some compliments feel free to say so and I'll get right on it" he replied with a wink that made a laugh fall from your lips.

The waitress came over that time and glanced between the two of you with a smile "need anything over here?" Billy cut his eyes at you so you shook your head "No ma'am just the check would be nice"

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You shifted your bag on your shoulder as the two of you stepped outside in the early morning sun. "So what's your plans for the rest of the weekend?" He asked falling in step next to you.

"Well I'm gonna go home and sleep until time to head to Maria and Frank's for dinner. I'm off tomorrow then I work through friday so I was going to suggest to Ria that her and Frank use it as a date night so I can keep the kids at my place for them" you tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn while you spoke. He motioned to your bag "Want me to carry that? I'll walk you to your place"

You handed the bag over and smiled "Such a gentleman. Why is it you're still single again?" He laughed and said "Well for one you're probably the only person to ever call me a gentleman and Frank says it's because I ain't found quality yet" before you had a chance to respond he turned it around on you "besides Y/N one could ask why you're still single?"

You shrugged then said "Men are assholes? Present company, Frank and Curt excluded. I'm not most guy's idea of a dream girl" he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it while the two of you walked in silence and you were about to ask if something you'd said had bothered him before he broke the silence "Any man that can't see your worth is a god damn fool" you felt a genuine smile slip onto your face as you said "Thank you Billy"

You glanced up and realized you'd already made it to your building so you turned to him "I'll take my bag back sir" he handed it to you then half smiled "see you tonight?"

That surprised you. Billy not having company on a Saturday morning or that night? You chose not to comment on it instead you simply nodded "See you tonight" and headed inside.

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Stay?

'God' Slash was exhausted as he sat backstage after the show. His wet hair wrapped in a towel. He felt like he hadn't slept since the start of the tour a month and a half ago.

Every night in a different city, A different city meant a different girl. A different girl like salt in the open wound, a reminder of his breakup with his soulmate. Why was he torturing himself thinking of her again? It was the endless cycle and he couldn’t break the chains of it.

The sassy blonde who wore glasses because she couldn't see the font far away and yet she would still run Stop signs like they weren’t there. She'd tuck them into her purse, not wanting people to see her wearing them and tell him she was fine to drive when she would nearly hit the curb at every turn. Sometimes letting out a giggle and ‘oopsie’ when the car actually drove over it. On Sunday mornings she'd wear them around the house along with one of his t-shirts. She'd cook them waffles to absorb all the alcohol from the weekend partying.

His little love who was all of five foot nothing with an attitude twice her size. She was always getting in trouble but she'd look at him with that toothy smile and he'd forget that she was walking a fine line in all things, not afraid to dip her toes in and stir the pot.

He could see her, putting a tape into their stereo system, standing on tip toes to press the button and he'd come behind her, picking her up and kissing her neck as she held his hands and melted into his embrace. Laughing as the music came on and dancing to it. Sometimes he’d hold her as they moved across the lviing room, teh freedom of being together and comfortable enough to dance around without fear of looking stupid. He missed that feeling.

A breakup caused from him going on tour and telling her she couldn't go with him. He said girlfriends visited and he didn't need a babysitter when he was away. She had looked at him and knew that he was going to cheat on her. Maybe he wouldn't want to but he would. Drugs, Drinking and getting his dick wet was what a tour was about.

So she had left him.

He jumped as a hand touched his arm and saw Duff looking at him. The way his best friend was giving him the concerned look made it clear that he had been spiraling way more than he realized. How long had he even been sitting back hair? His cigarette all ash a hint that it was too long.

"Why don't we head to the bus? Early night?" he asked, extending a hand to help him up. Slash was exhausted and half awake, leaning on his friend as they stumbled toward the bus.

His mind thinking of the girl that he loved and wondering if he was ever going to be okay again.

As he fell into the bunk he wondered what she was doing right now. Could he call her and ask her to pack her bag and come out? She might not answer. Or she might say no. He was actually pretty sure she’d say no. They had already been to fifteen cities and there had been a new girl in each. SOmetimes two. In one there were three.

He had been trying to fill a hole but it was too big to fill in. She left too much of a space in him. Slash hadn’t realized she was his whole entire world until she was gone from him and he was off kilter.

“Flowers.” he said it aloud, like that was going to make it all better.

Sending her a bouquet of those blood red dahlias that she liked so much or maybe-

“Slash?” he was hallucinating from not sleeping. That was why he could hear her voice.

The curtains pulled back to his bunk and he saw her, sighing out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at him like he was a child and she was catching him doing something that he shouldn’t have done.

“Duff called me.” she explained, “You look terrible.” she was always honest, even when it hurt and he hated that he looked so bad.

“I’m sorry-”

“Why don’t I help you get to sleep? We can talk in the morning. Just lay your head in my lap and I’ll play with your hair for a bit, okay honey?” She was making space. Unwinding the towel from his head and guiding him to her lap.

She was here now. And slash just needed to figure out how to make her stay.

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mikazuki-juuichi · 1 year

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Ballroom (Beastars fanfic --Miguno x Durham).

Third drabble I wrote while recovering. Hope you all ejoy!

H drabbles III: Ballroom.

By: Yawar.

Canon: Beastars fanfic.

It's hard running in fine moccassins. Durham knows his feet will resent it tomorrow. But if he doesn't make it in time he's gonna regret it all of today. And then before he knows it, here it is --Gulag, that small punk club that's easy to miss at first, tucked between two run-down apartment complexes. There's this small sign by the door advertising that tonight "The Carrions" are playing --that is Miguno's band. He takes just a minute to catch his breath. He's positive he's dressed all wrong for this place -- a coyote in his fancy borrowed grey suit and brown tie. Too bad!

"Guess who's Hikaru´s date for the next grand ball!" he had told the hyena playing guitar on the lower bunk bed, in his heart-patterned underpants.

"Hikaru?" said his best friend, Miguno. "That poodle girl from the gold district?"

"Fancy family! And you're looking at her next date!" Durham beamed. For all of five seconds. "I mean, she's no doubt slumming it, but--"

"All her curly fur," said Miguno, sincerely, as he climbed down from the bed. "Is not worth a single strand of yours."

"...why, thank you!" After a somewhat awkward pause, Durham added: "Huh, the real problem, though... is that I don't know how to dance. I mean not this kind of--"

"I can teach you. Hey, might be a fun project, even!"

In general, Durham did not have much luck dating. Maybe he just looked too rough or had too much of a reputation. Too unpolished, maybe a bit scary. Legosi 2.0 maybe.

The other boys in the dorm were so-so about it. Collot would date on and off. Voss and Jack were always preocupied with other stuff. Legosi was terrified of anything resembling dating.

Miguno, now, though. Dating did not seem to concern him at all. In everything else, he and Durham got along so well, were almost of one mind. They could talk for hours, hang out... enjoy each other's company. One way or another.

"And spin! Got it?"

"I still don't know if I'm playing the guy or the girl."

"The guy," said his lead. "Because you have your hand on my back. I'm holding your hand, yeah? Now, one more time! Step, step, spin!"

After only a few days using the dance room at the hours they knew it would be empty, Durham was amazed to discover how little he actually knew about dancing in general. How had he ever come to believe it was easy?

Still, he did get the gist of it, bit by clumsy bit. And then there was something so... sensual aobut it, so intimate. Whenever he got the steps right, he and Miguno felt fully in tune, moving as one. Would it feel like that with Hikaru, he sometimes wondered.

"The ball is when?"

"This saturday night, why?"

"Oh..." He saw Miguno's ears briefly go down, then right back up. "No, nothing! Just checking, really!"

But Durham recalled. "Wait. Saturday. Your band! The gig at the club, right?"

"Ah, it's not that big a deal..."

"...now your tail is down, too. Hey." He placed an arm around Miguno, drew him close. "It's unfortunate but you know I'll always attend every other gig. You know that, right?

"I do! I know. And I mean --this is important, of course! It's okay, really, it is!"

As it turned out, dancing with Hikaru did not feel quite so sensous, or intimate, or really much of anything at all. Less so once it dawned on him that she was mostly using him to tease another guy at the ball, some apparently popular German Shepherd who had brought a dreamy-eyed vixen as his own date. Yup. Slumming it with the big scary coyote. Yet again.

Coyotes, not so majestic nor impressive, except maybe in the eyes of--

...what was he doing here?

Between pieces, he excused himself to the restroom --and sneaked out.

Now, what was the name of that club and where was it?

The Carrions were just wrapping up the second number. He was in time after all, just about!!

He recognized the song. "Bloody loser". That ditty Miguno had written a couple months ago about a bleeding, bruised man who had just lost a match --but whom the lyrics described as beautiful.

Oh.

Wow.

How had Durham never realized who the song was about?

Miguno finished his rift, opened his eyes.

Could not believe what he was seeing. Durham, front and center, clapping. Cheering. Jumping up and down. Still in the borrowed suit!

Intermission. They ran to each other.

"What... how..?" said Miguno.

"Ball was a..." Durham began.

Another song began, different band.

Not at all a piece for slow dancing.

Durham offered his hand, had to shout to be heard. "May I?"

"I --thought you'd never ask!" But Miguno placed his hand on the small of Durham's back, just above the tail. "Only, mind if this time..?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Durham guffawed!

Coyote and hyena, two males slow-dancing together to a rock-punk ditty. One dressed for this place, one not. They look rather out of place --and could not care less. They are in their own private heaven.

END

#beastars #fanfic #caring #miguno #durham

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chuuyanaurkahara · 1 year

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dani meeting their stepfather for the first time cus i don't know what else to write and i want to write dani

oh yeah, dani is a little hater in this one btw though it's only a bit.

Then the teenager got out their phone. Hm. They didn't imagine it buzzing in the train after all. They indeed got a new message. One from Azrael.

i apologise for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

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Dani fixed their backpack once more. Okay, you may have not set a foot into this house since you were fourteen, but that doesn’t mean it's gonna be bad, right? They nervously fumbled with the end of their sleeves.

Dani smiled. As quickly as it appeared, it got smothered though as the contents of the message reminded them of where they were right now. You there yet?

They sighed and typed their response. Yrs. ssdlx :( miss u alredy. They stared at their phone for some seconds, considering deleting the last part. Dani decided to leave it that way and sent the message before they could change their mind.

Azrael was immediately online and responding. How he managed to do both if these in under three seconds, will stay a mystery to them. Miss you too<3

With a heart. A heart! Dani could explode. They smiled again. This one remained longer than the last, leaving their cheeks hurting. The teenager texted one heart back before turning off the phone and facing reality again.

Could it be possible for them to stall some more time? Maybe hop onto a train and drive back to the school and Azrael their comfortable dorm? Ugh, why were they so scared?

Dani lightly hit their head with their fist. Just knock on the damn door.

They took a deep breath. Then they knocked. As far as they remembered, the doorbell always was too loud for them. Dani awkwardly stood there for some seconds before the door opened, an unfamiliar face greeting them.

"Ah, you must be Dani!" The teenager flinched at the loud tone. The man must have noticed, because he said the next things a bit quieter, "Your mother told me all about you. Don't be shy, come in. We're happy you're here!"

Dani tried to make themselves small and unnoticeable as they entered their old home. They kicked off their shoes and put them onto the rack.

Then both, them and the man stood there awkwardly for some seconds.

"Oh yeah, you can call me John by the way. You can use your old room, though you might have to share with Charlotte." I'm gonna jump out of a window.

Dani nodded and was about to dash away, when their stepfather put a hand on their shoulder, stopping them.

"And if you need anything just ask me." Thanks, I won’t.

The teenager nodded again— a forced smile decorating their face— before sprinting upstairs.

They softly knocked on the door to announce their presence before stepping inside. A girl, which Dani assumed to be Charlotte, was inside. She was drawing something that the teenager could not see from their current position.

As she saw Dani, she got up and sprinted towards them, hugging the teen as she got to them. They assumed she was about eight, maybe nine years old. Otherwise she probably wouldn't have done that.

They carefully shoved her away, breaking the one sided hug. Hate it here already. Without ever adressing why they did that, they walked over to the bunk beds, dropped their backpack and threw themselves onto it.

"Then I'll get the top one!", the girl stated and climbed up. "Hehe, sharing a room is so cool, isn’t it?"

Dani refrained from telling her to shut the fuck up. They just continued to pity themselves.

"What do you like to do? What is your favourite color— mine's blue. Do you like blue?"

The teenager sighed. This was going to be a long week. "Uhm-...nothing, purple a-and no..."

"Do you wanna play something? Oh, what about some boardgames? Wait here, I'll get some!"

Charlotte climbed down the ladder and sprinted out of the room before Dani could respond. They groaned and grabbed their pillow which they then hit against their head multiple times.

This is going to be a very long week.

#my ocs #oc dani #my writing

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motownfiction · 2 years

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stale cornbread

They serve stale cornbread with dinner. In retrospect, nobody knows what else they expected. Sam picks up his slice and drops it on his plate. It lands with an almost cartoonish thud.

“Well, the good news is, if I need a weapon in the middle of the night, I’ve got one,” he says, just to pick it up and drop it again. “Blunt force trauma of the edible kind!”

“I’m not sure we have enough time to pick apart all the puns in that,” Lucy says.

“What do you know?” Will asks. “You’re so straight edge, even Minor Threat wants you to chill out.”

“Do you like being married to me, Will?”

“Not as much as you like being married to me.”

Lucy narrows her eyes at him before quickly kissing him on the mouth. Sadie turns her head and looks at the floor. Watching Lucy and Will has never been so much before. She feels Daniel’s hand on her back, and she thinks she might crawl out of her skin.

“Man, it really sucks that Fischer won’t let you and Lucy bunk together tonight,” Daniel says, his hand still firmly placed on Sadie’s back. “I was really hoping I could sneak out and share a room with Sadie.”

Sadie feels herself turn bright red before she turns stark white. She stares at her food and wonders what will happen if she eats the stale cornbread. Maybe she’ll get sick, and then nobody will want to bunk with her. For a second, it feels like the right thing to do.

“It all sucks, man,” Will says. “But I know my wife, and if we try to pull something after somebody already told us no, she’s gonna freak.”

Lucy turns to Will with a sharp look in her eye.

“You know you’re sitting next to me, right?” she asks. “Like, you know that’s something you’re doing right now?”

Will winks at Lucy like he’s much cooler than he really is.

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he says.

“Well, what about me?” Daniel asks – a little more demanding than he usually gets. “Am I gonna have to room with Mark Doherty and his bad taste in music or what?”

All eyes land on Will, who swallows hard, almost like he took a bite of the stale cornbread. He looks back at them like an animal realizing he’s in the zoo.

“Don’t all stare at me,” he says.

“Can’t avoid it,” Sam says. “You made it pretty hard not to.”

“Yeah, especially when you said you promised on your daughter’s life you’d get me into a good room and everything,” Daniel adds.

Lucy’s hand comes down on Will’s shoulder and almost scares the shit out of him.

“Yeah, Will,” she says. “Did you figure this out, or are we gonna have to give our daughter to Rumplestiltskin?”

“I always get Rumplestiltskin confused with Rapunzel,” Steph says.

“I think Rumplestiltskin kidnapped Rapunzel,” Daniel says.

“Is that it?”

“I like to say ‘Raputa,’” Sam says. “‘Hey, Raputa! Raputa the Beauta! Flip me down your hair! Let me climb up to the ladder of your love!’”

“Thank God J. Geils is here,” Sadie says. “I don’t know what we’d do with him.”

Sam does finger guns at his sister, and she rolls her eyes.

“Seriously, did Rumplestiltskin kidnap Rapunzel?” Steph asks.

“No!” Lucy says, as though they’re all childishly stupid for wondering.

“Then who’s Rapunzel?”

“Rapunzel’s the girl in the tower with very long hair.”

“But didn’t Rumplestiltskin put her there?”

“No! Am I the only one who understands the differences between Brothers Grimm fairy tales around here?”

“Yes!”

Lucy turns an awkward shade of red and bows her head, staring into the instant mashed potatoes on her plate. They’re even worse when they’re cold.

“Well, you try having a baby daughter at seventeen,” she mutters. “You learn all sorts of subtle differences between fairy tales you never thought you’d have to learn before.”

“We all know that’s a lie,” Sam says. “You knew way more weird shit about fairy tales before you ever knew one thing about changing a diaper.”

“Some days, she still can’t remember what to do with a diaper,” Will says, and Lucy shoots him another sharp look.

“Uh-huh,” she says. “Are you just happy this conversation took the heat off you?”

“As a matter of fact, no,” he says. “I know exactly how I’m gonna help Daniel get a good room tonight.”

“And yet, you’re saying nothing.”

“That’s because none of you will let me.”

He looks around the room to see if there’s anybody listening. Luckily for him (and everyone else involved), Mr. Fischer is telling a very bored Mrs. Renaud about the time he saw Suzi Quatro at the mall. He’ll continue to tell that story for years, long after the time any of his students know who Suzi Quatro is.

Will looks back at Lucy with a clever smile on his lips. She’d kiss it right off him if she wasn’t waiting to hear what he was going to say.

“OK, so first thing is that Lucy should unpack her bag.”

#drabble #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: will o'connor #ch: sadie doyle #ch: sam doyle #ch: daniel deluca #ch: steph armstrong #food #year: 1984 #series: love will keep us together

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How Do You Say Gods

Chapter 5: I GET A NEW CABIN MATE

Jason took the book with no idea what to say. Gods did he wish he could say something to Thalia, but nobody had yet made a get well card for your tree getting poisoned when you were trapped inside. Her electric blue eyes met his, and for a moment it was like looking in a mirror. She was the complete opposite of him in every way, her looks, her confidence. She knew what she had to get back to out in the world and gave him a calm smile to keep going, but there was still a question in her eyes, a hurt from her past she might not ever fully get an answer to.

He read out the chapter title much slower than the mundane one it was as Percy whispered if she wanted a break. She said no, of course.

"Do all of the monster kids who come there have to sleep with Percy? Is he that bad?" Alex joked along, but Percy was frowning at him not for that. Something Annabeth had said...but no. Maybe Tyson was staying with him just because he'd been the one to bring him to camp. Perhaps the Hermes cabin rule of taking in guests didn't apply to cyclops. Who knew, maybe he'd like having a bunk mate, he'd always wanted a little brother growing up.

Ever come home and found your room messed up? Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "clean" it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?

"A genuine mistake I'm sure, she should use strawberry scents next time," Magnus's chuckle sounded uneasy for the metaphor in the quiet room. Without Thalia and Will smiling and laughing along to keep them reminded they were in the know it worked out, somehow this felt a lot more dangerous.

That's kind of the way I felt seeing Camp Half-Blood again.

On the surface, things didn't look all that different. The Big House was still there with its blue gabled roof and its wraparound porch. The strawberry fields still baked in the sun. The same white-columned Greek buildings were scattered around the valley—the amphitheater, the combat arena, the dining pavilion overlooking Long Island Sound. And nestled between the woods and the creek were the same cabins—a crazy assortment of twelve buildings, each representing a different Olympian god.

But there was an air of danger now.

'Which was missing before with the teenager's running around with swords?' Hearth lightly mocked.

You could tell something was wrong. Instead of playing volleyball in the sandpit, counselors and satyrs were stockpiling weapons in the tool shed.

Dryads armed with bows and arrows talked nervously at the edge of the woods. The forest looked sickly, the grass in the meadow was pale yellow, and the fire marks on Half-Blood Hill stood out like ugly scars.

Ironic that he'd woken up there with his mother dead and the place was paradise, now he'd just come looking for a good time and everything was backwards, Jason wanted to commiserate. Was the poor guy ever going to catch a break there?

Somebody had messed with my favorite place in the world, and I was not ... well, a happy camper.

Nico at least got a soft gust of laughter out of that one, he'd never thought to call himself that.

As we made our way to the Big House, I recognized a lot of kids from last summer. Nobody stopped to talk. Nobody said, "Welcome back." Some did double takes when they saw Tyson, but most just walked grimly past and carried on with their duties—running messages, toting swords to sharpen on the grinding wheels. The camp felt like a military school.

Jason was smiling of all things though. Who wouldn't want to live at a place with such order and structure?

And believe me, I know. I've been kicked out of a couple.

"That is an accomplishment," Alex approved, while Jason's turned into a scrunched up look like someone was dissing on him.

None of that mattered to Tyson. He was absolutely fascinated by everything he saw.

"Whasthat!" he gasped.

"The stables for pegasi," I said. "The winged horses."

"Whasthat!"

"Um ... those are the toilets."

"Did they not have toilets at your school?" Will asked in concern.

"Not ones Percy drowned people in," Alex reminded.

"Tyson could have been pointing at the building itself," Percy graciously amended, "he might not have ever seen one dedicated to bathrooms."

"That didn't make that better," Magnus shook his head.

"Whasthat!"

"The cabins for the campers. If they don't know who your Olympian parent is, they put you in the Hermes cabin—that brown one over there—until you're determined. Then, once they know, they put you in your dad or mom's group."

He looked at me in awe. "You ... have a cabin?"

"Number three." I pointed to a low gray building made of sea stone.

"You live with friends in the cabin?"

"No. No, just me." I didn't feel like explaining. The embarrassing truth: I was the only one who stayed in that cabin because I wasn't supposed to be alive. The "Big Three" gods—Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades—had made a pact after World War II not to have any more children with mortals. We were more powerful than regular half-bloods. We were too unpredictable.

When we got mad we tended to cause problems ... like World War II, for instance.

The present children of the Big Three tried hard not to exchange uneasy glances. Being trapped in a room together might mean they somehow explode the world by the end of all this if they weren't careful.

The "Big Three" pact had only been broken twice—once when Zeus sired Thalia, once when Poseidon sired me. Neither of us should've been born.

Thalia had gotten herself turned into a pine tree when she was twelve. Me ... well, I was doing my best not to follow her example.

"Yeah, turn into your own plant," Thalia gave him a mock shove.

I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death— plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.

"Celery," Alex popped the side of his head, "it's perfect!"

"Only if you promise not to smother me in peanut butter," Percy rolled his eyes, "Tyson might eat me."

When we got to the Big House, we found Chiron in his apartment, listening to his favorite 1960s lounge music while he packed his saddlebags. I guess I should mention—Chiron is a centaur.

"And loves to play pinochle with a god, and can take away desert privilege's," Will added, "come on Percy, mention the important things too!"

"My apologies," he grinned.

From the waist up he looks like a regular middle-aged guy with curly brown hair and a scraggly beard. From the waist down, he's a white stallion. He can pass for human by compacting his lower half into a magic wheelchair. In fact, he'd passed himself off as my Latin teacher during my sixth-grade year. But most of the time, if the ceilings are high enough, he prefers hanging out in full centaur form.

As soon as we saw him, Tyson froze. "Pony!" he cried in total rapture.

Chiron turned, looking offended. "I beg your pardon?"

"Is he not technically a pony?" Magnus asked. "Will said something about Party Ponies before."

"I also said they're nothing like him," Will politely corrected, "that would just make it all the more rude to him."

"Understood," Magnus said.

Annabeth ran up and hugged him. "Chiron, what's happening? You're not ... leaving?" Her voice was shaky. Chiron was like a second father to her.

Percy wasn't nearly so close to him and he felt the crushing weight of this too, Camp Half-Blood without Chiron was like the sea without salt. Even at the juvenile age in his memory he'd looked from his mentor to his closest friend and wished he could hug the fear from her eyes and promise Chiron would be okay for her, but no way would he have evecr acted on it back then like he would now.

Chiron ruffled her hair and gave her a kindly smile. "Hello, child. And Percy, my goodness. You've grown over the year!"

"To bad it stopped there," Thalia smirked.

"I'm surprised he noticed at all standing next to Tyson," Percy shrugged in some agreement of that one.

I swallowed. "Clarisse said you were ... you were ..."

"Fired." Chiron's eyes glinted with dark humor.

"I do so love anyone with that," Alex nodded.

"At least it wasn't the literal kind," Magnus muttered, he didn't think being fireproof would apply to him too.

"Ah, well, someone had to take the blame. Lord Zeus was most upset. The tree he'd created from the spirit of his daughter, poisoned! Mr. D had to punish someone."

"I hate that!" Percy's tone conveyed that more than enough without the bubbles beginning to stream from his ears. "Why does someone always have to have blame, shit happens!"

Thalia really wished Annabeth was here now, she was much better at tempering down Percy's moods, she had a bad habit of escalating them. Still, she tried, "agreed, this is royally rude of them to blame anybody but who did it, which we all know was nobody at that camp."

Percy still looked pretty outraged, but at least the water stopped boiling around him even if he clearly wished he could be hunting down Luke's corpse right now. Thalia sighed and wished she could pluck Annabeth's brain how to deter his anger entirely. Was she supposed to give him treats when he asked a stupid question?

"Besides himself, you mean," I growled. Just the thought of the camp director, Mr. D, made me angry.

"And I thought that was Ares," Magnus grimaced.

"Now I'm over here wondering what would happen if those two had a kid," Alex snorted.

Magnus gave him a strange look, the obvious question on the tip of his tongue if that was possible, but Jason wasn't giving them much attention as he clearly more wanted to know details than indulge them right now.

"But this is crazy!" Annabeth cried. "Chiron, you couldn't have had anything to do with poisoning Thalia's tree!"

"Nevertheless," Chiron sighed, "some in Olympus do not trust me now, under the circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Was parroted six times in the room, while Jason smiled grimly and repeated,

"What circumstances?" I asked.

"It's not possible," Percy was glowering at his three friends and knew they wouldn't answer but really starting to hate himself as much as the others must for being the reason they weren't getting an answer. "Chiron would never."

"No, he wouldn't," Will calmly agreed.

Nico wasn't entirely sure of the reason either, Chiron didn't have a mythomagic card and he wasn't sure what he was missing, but this was the reason he'd chosen to sit next to him as he whispered, "what's going on?"

He chanced a glance at Percy, and Alex who was studying them and clearly wanting an answer too, before he mouthed one name, Kronos. Nico knew that and still wasn't sure why Will wouldn't just say that to Percy, but he smiled back all the same he at least was now confident he could ask on the next break and Will would more fully answer.

Chiron's face darkened. He stuffed a Latin-English dictionary into his saddlebag while the Frank Sinatra music oozed from his boom box.

"Essential items for the road obviously," Thalia smirked to try and ease up a bit of the tension, as Percy still looked really frustrated the obvious was being hung over his head, again.

Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. "Pony?"

Chiron sniffed. "My dear young Cyclops! I am a centaur."

"Chiron," I said. "What about the tree? What happened?"

He shook his head sadly. "The poison used on Thalia's pine is something from the Underworld, Percy. Some venom even I have never seen. It must have come from a monster quite deep in the pits of Tartarus."

"Then we know who's responsible. Kro—"

"Do not invoke the titan lord's name, Percy. Especially not here, not now."

Chiron wasn't in here to see Percy roll his eyes, but it at least stopped him scowling as he felt like he had gotten his answer for now.

The others weren't as satisfied if the gods blaming this on Chiron was really the 'circumstances,' rather than admitting Kronos was back! What was it going to take Zeus, World War III?

"But last summer he tried to cause a civil war in Olympus! This has to be his idea. He'd get Luke to do it, that traitor."

"Perhaps," Chiron said. "But I fear I am being held responsible because I did not prevent it and I cannot cure it.

"This is crap," Percy growled, "are they going to blame him when Kronos comes back too?"

Both he and Thalia winced at once he'd said that with way to much confidence, and the splitting pain between his eyes proved it wasn't all sarcasm.

"I know Percy, this is so messed up," Thalia sighed, which seemed the right answer on some level as he stopped rubbing his forehead, for now.

The tree has only a few weeks of life left unless ..."

"Unless what?" Annabeth asked.

"No," Chiron said. "A foolish thought. The whole valley is feeling the shock of the poison. The magical borders are deteriorating. The camp itself is dying.

"What did you guys do before the tree?" Jason asked.

"The magical borders still existed, monsters would just patrol the edges waiting for them to leave." Thalia answered while twirling her bracelet around, "the tree was just a, focal point, made the boarder larger, stronger." And with it came the ability to tarnish it all. As with everything Zeus did, his gift had been both a blessing, and a curse.

Only one source of magic would be strong enough to reverse the poison, and it was lost centuries ago."

"Let's send Percy's mom after it," Alex offered, "mom's are supposed to be great at finding what we can't right in front of our faces!"

"Haha," Percy rolled his eyes.

"What is it?" I asked. "We'll go find it!"

Chiron closed his saddlebag. He pressed the stop button on his boom box. Then he turned and rested his hand on my shoulder, looking me straight in the eyes. "Percy, you must promise me that you will not act rashly.

"There's a broken promise before it starts," Nico scoffed. He'd never thought to compare Percy's bravery to rashness, but it was an undeniable parallel the more he heard his thought process.

I told your mother I did not want you to come here at all this summer. It's much too dangerous. But now that you are here, stay here. Train hard. Learn to fight. But do not leave."

"He just said the camp has a few weeks left," Magnus began ticking off on his fingers, "he didn't want you to come help at all, but now to stay and train in this dangerous place and not leave?" He had all five fingers up by the end and was wiggling them around in confusion. "Am I missing something?"

"Maybe he got fired for his shitty advice," Alex shrugged.

"Not funny Alex," Will said coldly at once. "Chiron's important to all of us, he's doing the best he can."

Alex raised his hands in surrender while Magnus filed away the information Alex would always speak up his mind even when it wasn't a joke.

Nico was watching Will in admiration it wasn't just his weirdness Will tried to rationalize having around.

Thalia more properly answered Magnus's concern, "I can only imagine Chiron would still hope the gods would intervene themselves, erect a new border if, if," she stuttered a bit and winced at her own spirit fading but loudly pressed on with only a slight pause. "If that tree failed. The gods need Hero's, whether they admit it or not, they would not just leave their kids to die off."

She didn't sound that confident by the end, and even Will wasn't sure how much he believed her. He liked to think it was godly intuition why they had never intervened directly where their cabins, their homes were near destruction... but it was a lackluster answer for the youngest kids around the campfire at best and he knew it. If Camp Half-Blood was no more, the gods would still go on having kids, would still pop in on their life to issue needed quests. The demigods just wouldn't have a chance to live near as long as they did in this safe harbor.

"Why?" I asked. "I want to do something! I can't just let the borders fail. The whole camp will be—"

"Overrun by monsters," Chiron said. "Yes, I fear so. But you must not let yourself be baited into hasty action!

'Is nobody looking for alternatives to this problem?' Hearth asked in concern. 'Was moving camp not even considered?'

Magnus swiftly translated that while Thalia and Will were hesitant to answer, it didn't sound nice to say out loud, but Will finally did, "we can't just, pick up and move. Our camp's tied to those ancient grounds the same way Mount Olympus is tied to the Statue of Liberty. We, had no where else to go, and would defend the camp to the last man. Plans for, well a wall were kind of being talked out," he trailed off miserably. The truth was, this all happened so fast they didn't really have time to come up with much before Chiron was dismissed and Tantalus had kept them all too chaotic to manage any firm counter proposals. Whoever had put that guy in charge might have been on Kronos's side it had all gone so bad.

Nobody decided to sit around arguing the point, though Jason really looked like he wanted to.

This could be a trap of the titan lord. Remember last summer! He almost took your life."

"And the plan backfired by you surviving and outing Luke when he could have caused more damage in the camp," Jason argued back. "If there's something to be done it should be getting done!"

'Remember how he and Annabeth said they were going to do this anyways,' Hearth smiled, 'I think it's safe to say the tree is fine.'

Magnus nodded and repeated that while Alex repeated the gesture for remember. Percy didn't exactly look content with this answer, but he didn't have an automatic bad feeling about it either...

It was true, but still, I wanted to help so badly. I also wanted to make Kronos pay. I mean, you'd think the titan lord would've learned his lesson eons ago when he was over-thrown by the gods. You'd think getting chopped into a million pieces and cast into the darkest part of the Underworld would give him a subtle clue that nobody wanted him around.

"Subtlety should be reserved for art, this guy deserves to be murdered a few more times to get the message," Thalia huffed.

But no.

Because he was immortal, he was still alive down there in Tartarus—suffering in eternal pain, hungering to return and take revenge on Olympus. He couldn't act on his own, but he was great at twisting the minds of mortals and even gods to do his dirty work.

The poisoning had to be his doing. Who else would be so low as to attack Thalia's tree, the only thing left of a hero who'd given her life to save her friends?

Percy had said it himself though, it hadn't been Kronos to do the deed, but put the idea in someone's head. Thalia pressed her hand to her heart this time and wondered desperately if Luke had tried to argue against this maiming of her, or if he'd been enthusiastic about the plan that would either succeed in killing everyone she'd sacrificed for or bringing her back.

Annabeth was trying hard not to cry. Chiron brushed a tear from her cheek. "Stay with Percy, child," he told her. "Keep him safe.

"No, no, there's a broken promise before it starts," Will happily added to Nico's joke.

"They're perfect for each other," Nico didn't feel as bitter about that as usual for some reason.

The prophecy—remember it!"

"I—I will."

"Um ..." I said. "Would this be the super-dangerous prophecy that has me in it, but the gods have forbidden you to tell me about?"

Nobody answered.

"Right," I muttered. "Just checking."

"Between the trainer of all hero's and the child of the wisdom goddess, who here expected Percy to have the best answer," Alex sighed. Nobody raised their hand, and Percy couldn't even be offended since he was right.

"Chiron ..." Annabeth said. "You told me the gods made you immortal only so long as you were needed to train heroes. If they dismiss you from camp—"

"Swear you will do your best to keep Percy from danger," he insisted.

Percy shifted in his seat anxiously, he wished Chiron wasn't putting his safety above his own right now. He hoped Annabeth was wrong, about just this one thing and their favorite teacher would still be okay by the time he got back.

"Swear upon the River Styx."

"I—I swear it upon the River Styx," Annabeth said.

Thunder rumbled outside.

"Hey, quick question," Magnus interrupted with concern, "how long do those swears last?"

"A lifetime," Thalia sighed.

"Uhhu, great, and uh, what happens if they're broken?" He was trying to pretend he wasn't turning a little grey.

"Bad things," Nico sounded way to casual about this, "depends on the severity of the broken vow, but Chiron worded it vaguely enough that as long as Annabeth gave her best passionate speech for Percy and he was still in danger, it wouldn't be her fault, she kept her side."

"Right," Magnus drew the word out in frustration, but at least acknowledged it would do no good to go yelling at Annabeth for an oath someone she so respected had put on her and she'd be okay.

"Very well," Chiron said. He seemed to relax just a little. "Perhaps my name will be cleared and I shall return. Until then, I go to visit my wild kinsmen in the Everglades. It's possible they know of some cure for the poisoned tree that I have forgotten. In any event, I will stay in exile until this matter is resolved ... one way or another."

Thalia bit her tongue to ask which direction her coming out of the tree fell on that scale.

Annabeth stifled a sob. Chiron patted her shoulder awkwardly. "There, now, child. I must entrust your safety to Mr. D and the new activities director. We must hope ... well, perhaps they won't destroy the camp quite as quickly as I fear."

"That's the spirit!" Nico actually laughed into the awkward silence, because he wasn't used to seeing Will not do it of late.

The fact that he grimaced instead like that was a valid comment wasn't encouraging.

"Who is this Tantalus guy, anyway?" I demanded. "Where does he get off taking your job?"

A conch horn blew across the valley. I hadn't realized how late it was. It was time for the campers to assemble for dinner.

"Go," Chiron said. "You will meet him at the pavilion. I will contact your mother, Percy, and let her know you're safe. No doubt she'll be worried by now. Just remember my warning! You are in grave danger. Do not think for a moment that the titan lord has forgotten you!"

"This guy could make dire warning t-shirts sell like hot-cakes," Alex frowned at such parting words.

With that, he clopped out of the apartment and down the hall, Tyson calling after him, "Pony! Don't go!"

I realized I'd forgotten to tell Chiron about my dream of Grover.

Which really showed just how distracted and upset Percy was as he kept anxiously hurting his head now in the still vain hope he could remember any good coming of this catastrophe of a start!

Now it was too late. The best teacher I'd ever had was gone, maybe for good.

Tyson started bawling almost as bad as Annabeth. I tried to tell them that things would be okay, but I didn't believe it.

"You get credit for trying," Will shook himself off and gave Percy a genuine smile along with Nico, who shrugged and muttered.

The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins. We stood in the shadow of a marble column and watched them file in. Annabeth was still pretty shaken up, but she promised she'd talk to us later. Then she went off to join her siblings from the Athena cabin—a dozen boys and girls with blond hair and gray eyes like hers. Annabeth wasn't the oldest, but she'd been at camp more summers than just about anybody. You could tell that by looking at her camp necklace—one bead for every summer, and Annabeth had six.

No one questioned her right to lead the line.

Next came Clarisse, leading the Ares cabin. She had one arm in a sling and a nasty-looking gash on her cheek, but otherwise her encounter with the bronze bulls didn't seem to have fazed her. Someone had taped a piece of paper to her back that said, YOU MOO, GIRL! But nobody in her cabin was bothering to tell her about it.

"Does that mean it's a compliment, or," Magnus didn't look like he believed it himself, he felt kind of bad for her now since she'd done the best at stopping those bulls before Tyson finished them.

'I'm sure it's an Ares thing to fight your own battles, even the ones you don't know are going on,' Hearth signed without enthusiasm.

After the Ares kids came the Hephaestus cabin—six guys led by Charles Beckendorf,

Will couldn't help a particular wince at that name, he still remembered hearing Selina cry on the beach for an hour before Chiron had escorted her away, a bow Beckendorf had made for Michael in celebrating his leadership had saved his life out in the forest one time, cabin 9 still had the sweetest surround sound imaginable thanks to Beckendorf going out of his way to install it. The guy had left his mark all over camp by the time he'd sacrificed himself.

a big fifteen-year-old African American kid. He had hands the size of catchers' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking into a blacksmiths forge all day. He was nice enough once you got to know him, but no one ever called him Charlie or Chuck or Charles. Most just called him Beckendorf. Rumor was he could make anything. Give him a chunk of metal and he could create a razor-sharp sword or a robotic warrior or a singing birdbath for your grandmother's garden.

"The real test is if he can get one item to do all that at once," Alex chuckled.

Whatever you wanted.

The other cabins filed in: Demeter, Apollo, Aphrodite, Dionysus. Naiads came up from the canoe lake. Dryads melted out of the trees. From the meadow came a dozen satyrs, who reminded me painfully of Grover.

I'd always had a soft spot for the satyrs. When they were at camp, they had to do all kinds of odd jobs for Mr. D, the director, but their most important work was out in the real world.

They were the camp's seekers. They went undercover into schools all over the world, looking for potential half-bloods and escorting them back to camp. That's how I'd met Grover. He had been the first one to recognize I was a demigod.

"Okay, I've been ignoring it so far," Jason waved the book around in annoyance, "but who is this background for? We already know all this from the last one?"

"Maybe my dad thought we'd read them out of order," Percy shrugged, "I don't even know who I'm narrating to, it sure wouldn't be you guys given the chance."

"Thanks man," Jason snorted.

After the satyrs filed in to dinner, the Hermes cabin brought up the rear. They were always the biggest cabin. Last summer, it had been led by Luke, the guy who'd fought with Thalia and Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill. For a while, before Poseidon had claimed me, I'd lodged in the Hermes cabin. Luke had befriended me ... and then he'd tried to kill me.

"Hopefully not a recurring pattern," Percy muttered. He didn't instinctively distrust anyone in here, but Luke had fooled him pretty well.

Now the Hermes cabin was led by Travis and Connor Stoll. They weren't twins, but they looked so much alike it didn't matter.

Will blinked in surprise Percy couldn't tell Connor was two years younger, his hair was slightly darker and his light brown eyes had darker hints in them when he- Will gave himself a mental slap now was not the time. He glanced from Alex and away though, still having a bit of internal back and forth if he should admit like Alex had he wasn't exactly the most hetero-normative person around, but unlike the odd Norse kid, didn't feel the need to be so upfront about it.

I could never remember which one was older. They were both tall and skinny, with mops of brown hair that hung in their eyes. They wore orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts untucked over baggy shorts, and they had those elfish features all Hermes's kids had: upturned eyebrows, sarcastic smiles, a gleam in their eyes whenever they looked at you—like they were about to drop a firecracker down your shirt.

"That is way to specific to not have happened," Alex startled.

"Annabeth warned me," Percy agreed.

"It was a Hephaestus kid, and she laughed it off," Will shrugged.

I'd always thought it was funny that the god of thieves would have kids with the last name "Stoll," but the only time I mentioned it to Travis and Connor, they both stared at me blankly like they didn't get the joke.

"No, they've heard that joke to many times," Will corrected, he'd never made that joke and been thrilled when Connor personally thanked him. "Chiron didn't even blink when they showed up with a satyr, just told them which cabin they'd be living in before Hermes even claimed them almost three weeks later, and by then they'd heard that joke from every camper. Twice."

"They probably played dumb so people would get uncomfortable and let it go faster after that," Jason winced.

As soon as the last campers had filed in, I led Tyson into the middle of the pavilion.

Conversations faltered. Heads turned. "Who invited that?" somebody at the Apollo table murmured.

Will kept his eyes focused on the book no matter how much Percy sat there watching him, he wasn't going to rat out Lee now when it was long since done.

I glared in their direction, but I couldn't figure out who'd spoken.

From the head table a familiar voice drawled, "Well, well, if it isn't Peter Johnson. My millennium is complete."

I gritted my teeth. "Percy Jackson ... sir."

Mr. D sipped his Diet Coke. "Yes. Well, as you young people say these days: Whatever."

He was wearing his usual leopard-pattern Hawaiian shirt, walking shorts, and tennis shoes with black socks. With his pudgy belly and his blotchy red face, he looked like a Las Vegas tourist who'd stayed up too late in the casinos. Behind him, a nervous-looking satyr was peeling the skins off grapes and handing them to Mr. D one at a time.

Mr. D's real name is Dionysus. The god of wine. Zeus appointed him director of Camp HalfBlood to dry out for a hundred years—a punishment for chasing some off-limits wood nymph.

Next to him, where Chiron usually sat (or stood, in centaur form), was someone I'd never seen before—a pale, horribly thin man in a threadbare orange prisoner's jump-suit. The number over his pocket read 0001. He had blue shadows under his eyes, dirty fingernails, and badly cut gray hair, like his last haircut had been done with a weed whacker. He stared at me; his eyes made me nervous. He looked ... fractured. Angry and frustrated and hungry all at the same time.

"That doesn't sound very tantalizing," Alex frowned. "I was expecting some Adonis like person to be described."

"Kind of cool this is apparently like, the first prisoner ever?" Magnus didn't sound that enthusiastic. "Why he was picked for a camp of kids though," he trailed off uncomfortably and nobody questioned why.

"This boy," Dionysus told him, "you need to watch. Poseidon's child, you know."

"Ah!" the prisoner said. "That one."

His tone made it obvious that he and Dionysus had already discussed me at length.

"Gossiping old hags," Thalia scoffed in disgust.

"I am Tantalus," the prisoner said, smiling coldly. "On special assignment here until, well, until my Lord Dionysus decides otherwise. And you, Perseus Jackson, I do expect you to refrain from causing any more trouble."

"Trouble?" I demanded.

Dionysus snapped his fingers. A newspaper appeared on the table—the front page of today's New York Post, There was my yearbook picture from Meriwether Prep. It was hard for me to make out the headline, but I had a pretty good guess what it said. Something like: Thirteen-Year-Old Lunatic Torches Gymnasium.

"Just like old times," Thalia winced why this kept happening to him.

"I don't suppose you manage to blame it all on Mars- err, Ares again?" Jason frowned for the poor guy falling into that kind of trouble again.

"I will try my hardest," Percy agreed.

"Yes, trouble," Tantalus said with satisfaction. "You caused plenty of it last summer, I understand."

I was too mad to speak. Like it was my fault the gods had almost gotten into a civil war?

"You literally solved that problem for them!" Nico snapped in outrage.

"I think Mr. D might have wanted that war though," Will said with an uneasy wince, "might have gotten him out of camp if he sided with Zeus, so it wouldn't surprise me if he was, um, a little more upset with Percy than usual."

"I really don't need an extra reason to hate that guy, but thanks," Percy groaned.

A satyr inched forward nervously and set a plate of barbecue in front of Tantalus. The new activities director licked his lips. He looked at his empty goblet and said, "Root beer. Barq's special stock. 1967."

The glass filled itself with foamy soda. Tantalus stretched out his hand hesitantly, as if he were afraid the goblet was hot.

"Go on, then, old fellow," Dionysus said, a strange sparkle in his eyes. "Perhaps now it will work."

"Oooh," Thalia muttered, "okay, now that makes sense." She'd been so baffled before why Dionysus was indulging him when he'd been just as offended as the other gods by his crime. Perhaps Mr. D wasn't the only one there as an extra sort of punishment on himself just as much as the kids.

Tantalus grabbed for the glass, but it scooted away before he could touch it. A few drops of root beer spilled, and Tantalus tried to dab them up with his fingers, but the drops rolled away like quicksilver before he could touch them. He growled and turned toward the plate of barbecue. He picked up a fork and tried to stab a piece of brisket, but the plate skittered down the table and flew off the end, straight into the coals of the brazier.

The look of stunned confusion on the others faces made Tantalus being there all that time almost worth it to Will, the petty vengeance had been hard to enjoy as miserable as he'd made them, but at least now he had a chance to laugh back at the bizarre showing it had been and appreciate it was still happening somewhere in the Underworld now.

"Blast!" Tantalus muttered.

"Ah, well," Dionysus said, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

'So he really does just hate, like, everybody,' Hearth said in fascination.

'Must get exhausting, hope that nymph was worth it,' Magnus frowned.

"Perhaps a few more days. Believe me, old chap, working at this camp will be torture enough. I'm sure your old curse will fade eventually."

"Eventually," muttered Tantalus, staring at Dionysus's Diet Coke. "Do you have any idea how dry one's throat gets after three thousand years?"

"You're that spirit from the Fields of Punishment," I said. "The one who stands in the lake with the fruit tree hanging over you, but you can't eat or drink."

"I seriously need a book on Greek myths," Alex ran his hand through his hair in fascination of just how unique some of these stories must have got.

"You and me both," Percy nodded, "that one I remember from Chiron's test last year, the name stuck out as a regular adjective."

Tantalus sneered at me. "A real scholar, aren't you, boy?"

Percy rolled his eyes in annoyance, Gabe had made one to many of those jokes growing up, he'd become immune to them.

"You must've done something really horrible when you were alive," I said, mildly impressed. "What was it?"

"C-, remember," Percy chuckled along with everyone else when he didn't seem to remember the other part of the question.

Tantalus's eyes narrowed. Behind him, the satyrs were shaking their heads vigorously, trying to warn me.

"That has yet to ever work," Thalia rolled her eyes.

"I'll be watching you, Percy Jackson," Tantalus said. "I don't want any problems at my camp."

"Your camp has problems already ... sir."

"How bad did that hurt getting that out?" Will seemed to be asking in honest concern, he still remembered the look on Percy's face when he'd said it like he'd been trying to make sir a new swear.

"I may have to find a way to shave my tongue to get feeling back in I bit it so hard," Percy sighed.

"Oh, go sit down, Johnson," Dionysus sighed. "I believe that table over there is yours—the one where no one else ever wants to sit."

My face was burning, but I knew better than to talk back. Dionysus was an overgrown brat, but he was an immortal, super powerful overgrown brat.

"The worst kind, you can't even put them in time out," Alex mock agreed.

I said, "Come on, Tyson."

"Oh, no," Tantalus said. "The monster stays here. We must decide what to do with it."

"Him!" Alex and Percy both snapped as Jason read out,

"Him," I snapped. "His name is Tyson."

Percy sighed in relief he had the same instinct to do so now as he did then. Surely if he had any lingering bad feelings about him he wouldn't want to do that, he'd certainly been questioning himself about Luke every time the guy was mentioned.

The new activities director raised an eyebrow.

"Tyson saved the camp," I insisted. "He pounded those bronze bulls. Otherwise they would've burned down this whole place."

"Yes," Tantalus sighed, "and what a pity that would've been."

Dionysus snickered.

"These guys even make me hate inside jokes somehow," Jason frowned down at this display.

"They have a way of ruining everything," Will agreed.

"Leave us," Tantalus ordered, "while we decide this creature's fate."

Tyson looked at me with fear in his one big eye, but I knew I couldn't disobey a direct order from the camp directors.

"And why the hell not?" Alex demanded.

"You feeling okay Percy?" Thalia asked with more concern than Will had just managed.

Percy opened his mouth to answer when Jason read,

Not openly, anyway.

"Okay," Thalia breathed a sigh of relief, "was worried there for a second."

"Aw, thanks Thals," Percy snorted.

"I'll be right over here, big guy," I promised. "Don't worry. We'll find you a good place to sleep tonight."

Tyson nodded. "I believe you. You are my friend."

Which made me feel a whole lot guiltier.

"Which was his goal I'm sure," Nico laughed awkwardly again, while giving Will a nudge and a pointed eye roll.

"Right yeah," he easily bounced back to his usual sunny smile this time. Tantalus was long gone and he was really bad at dwelling on bad things. "I'm sure that was Tyson's goal Perce."

"I think I'd rather you all gang up on me at once rather than this taking turns nonsense," but Percy was smiling along at the light teasing.

I trudged over to the Poseidon table and slumped onto the bench. A wood nymph brought me a plate of Olympian olive-and-pepperoni pizza, but I wasn't hungry. I'd been almost killed twice today. I'd managed to end my school year with a complete disaster. Camp Half-Blood was in serious trouble and Chiron had told me not to do anything about it.

I didn't feel very thankful, but I took my dinner, as was customary, up to the bronze brazier and scraped part of it into the flames.

"Which Tantalus hated in particular," Will's smile was as close to a sneer as it could get, but they'd all felt the vicious, hungry eyes on each of them when they voluntarily did what his punishment was.

"How generous were we feeling at that time exactly?" Alex chuckled. "Just a slice of pepperoni, the whole crust?"

"I tore off more than half the slice," Percy told, he'd really been hoping his dad heard his prayer.

"Poseidon," I murmured, "accept my offering."

And send me some help while you're at it, I prayed silently. Please.

The smoke from the burning pizza changed into something fragrant—the smell of a clean sea breeze with wild-flowers mixed in—but I had no idea if that meant my father was really listening.

"It's not like he has a lot of other people praying for his attention," Jason tried to say in a friendly kind of way, but it didn't come across as helpful as he hoped as he only reminded Percy how very alone he must feel now.

I went back to my seat. I didn't think things could get much worse.

"I know, I know," Percy held his hands up in surrender, "I'm my own jinx, trust me, I'm mentally inserting my foot into my mouth."

"If you want to do it in real time, let me know," Alex chuckled.

But then Tantalus had one of the satyrs blow the conch horn to get our attention for announcements.

"Yes, well," Tantalus said, once the talking had died down. "Another fine meal! Or so I am told." As he spoke, he inched his hand toward his refilled dinner plate, as if maybe the food wouldn't notice what he was doing, but it did. It shot away down the table as soon as he got within six inches.

'I have never wanted to throw food at someone before,' Hearth admitted, 'now I'm wondering if an apple will bounce right out of his mouth.'

'Not an act I'd try to stop,' Thalia grinned.

"And here on my first day of authority," he continued, "I'd like to say what a pleasant form of punishment it is to be here. Over the course of the summer, I hope to torture, er, interact with each and every one of you children. You all look good enough to eat."

"Dude," Magnus made a disgusted face. "What was he punished for again?"

"We didn't get that answer," Jason looked a little queasy himself, "and I've got a bad feeling this guy doesn't have a sense of humor."

Dionysus clapped politely, leading to some halfhearted applause from the satyrs. Tyson was still standing at the head table, looking uncomfortable, but every time he tried to scoot out of the limelight, Tantalus pulled him back.

"And now some changes!" Tantalus gave the campers a crooked smile. "We are reinstituting the chariot races!"

Murmuring broke out at all the tables—excitement, fear, disbelief.

"Now I know," Tantalus continued, raising his voice, "that these races were discontinued some years ago due to, ah, technical problems."

"Can't be any worse than capture the flag," Jason looked on the excited range of more war games.

"Three deaths and twenty-six mutilations," someone at the Apollo table called.

"And those are just the one's I was present for," Will continued, far more in the fear side.

"It's a real mystery why this nutjob would want them back," Magnus said nervously, he was in the disbelief camp of how any of these guys survived a week in this place.

"Yes, yes!" Tantalus said. "But I know that you will all join me in welcoming the return of this camp tradition. Golden laurels will go to the winning charioteers each month. Teams may register in the morning! The first race will be held in three days time. We will release you from most of your regular activities to prepare your chariots and choose your horses. Oh, and did I mention, the victorious team's cabin will have no chores for the month in which they win?"

An explosion of excited conversation—no KP for a whole month? No stable cleaning? Was he serious?

"And the games somehow just got dirtier," Nico muttered.

Then the last person I expected to object did so.

"But, sir!" Clarisse said.

"Wow, this girl's just full of surprises today," Percy said into the stunned silence.

She looked nervous, but she stood up to speak from the Ares table. Some of the campers snickered when they saw the YOU MOO, GIRL! sign on her back.

"Because that was the height of funny in the first place," Alex rolled his eyes.

"What about patrol duty? I mean, if we drop everything to ready our chariots—"

"Ah, the hero of the day," Tantalus exclaimed. "Brave Clarisse, who single-handedly bested the bronze bulls!"

Clarisse blinked, then blushed. "Um, I didn't—"

"Can I just give those gold laurels to Clarisse now?" Magnus asked.

"I don't think she'd accept them, that's kind of the point of her actually doing the right thing right now," Thalia smiled, she'd never properly gotten to know this girl before, but she felt she did now.

"And modest, too." Tantalus grinned. "Not to worry, my dear! This is a summer camp. We are here to enjoy ourselves, yes?"

"But the tree—"

"And now," Tantalus said,

Percy was grinding his teeth so hard they could all imagine the powder floating out of his mouth any moment as this was just dismissed while Thalia winced again and just wished that would stop being mentioned at all.

as several of Clarisse's cabin mates pulled her back into her seat, "before we proceed to the campfire and sing-along, one slight housekeeping issue. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have seen fit, for some reason, to bring this here." Tantalus waved a hand toward Tyson.

Uneasy murmuring spread among the campers. A lot of sideways looks at me. I wanted to kill Tantalus.

"I don't know how you kill a dead guy, but I'm hoping you find out," Jason managed through gritted teeth. Tyson deserved way more respect than was being given for being the actual savior of the camp!

"Now, of course," he said, "Cyclopes have a reputation for being bloodthirsty monsters with a very small brain capacity. Under normal circumstances, I would release this beast into the woods and have you hunt it down with torches and pointed sticks. But who knows? Perhaps this Cyclops is not as horrible as most of its brethren. Until it proves worthy of destruction, we need a place to keep it! I've thought about the stables, but that will make the horses nervous. Hermes's cabin, possibly?"

Silence at the Hermes table. Travis and Connor Stoll developed a sudden interest in the tablecloth. I couldn't blame them. The Hermes cabin was always full to bursting. There was no way they could take in a six-foot-three Cyclops.

"Why aren't you just offering your cabin?" Nico asked in surprise, he'd expected Percy to jump at the chance to do the right thing and help his friend.

"I didn't want to make things worse, me offering would make Tantalus think it a horrible idea," Percy said miserably.

"Come now," Tantalus chided. "The monster may be able to do some menial chores. Any suggestions as to where such a beast should be kenneled?"

Percy was having to take deep, calming breaths to remind himself Tantalus wasn't here now to give him his latent desire of getting salt water shoved down his throat.

Suddenly everybody gasped.

Tantalus scooted away from Tyson in surprise. All I could do was stare in disbelief at the brilliant green light that was about to change my life—a dazzling holographic image that had appeared above Tyson's head.

With a sickening twist in my stomach, I remembered what Annabeth had said about Cyclopes. They're the children of nature spirits and gods ... Well, one god in particular, usually ...

Swirling over Tyson was a glowing green trident—the same symbol that had appeared above me the day Poseidon had claimed me as his son.

"Wow, I didn't know the gods could claim, mon- um," Magnus paused with an uneasy look on his face for what he'd been about to say.

"Neither did I," Percy agreed with a knot of dread now in his stomach.

There was a moment of awed silence.

Will was the physical embodiment of that as he studied his shoes for a moment. The following spite-filled weeks towards Tyson and Percy had been rooted in this very moment, where the cyclops kid was claimed after so many of them had gone years never knowing after all their prayers. Hermes's cabin had been at its lowest capacity on record at the end of that summer. Even other kids, like his own siblings he'd never name on threat of death, hadn't been innocent of their resentment of Tyson, and to some extent, Percy.

Being claimed was a rare event. Some campers waited in vain for it their whole lives. When I'd been claimed by Poseidon last summer, everyone had reverently knelt. But now, they followed Tantalus's lead, and Tantalus roared with laughter. "Well! I think we know where to put the beast now. By the gods, I can see the family resemblance!"

Everybody laughed except Annabeth and a few of my other friends.

Tyson didn't seem to notice. He was too mystified, trying to swat the glowing trident that was now fading over his head. He was too innocent to understand how much they were making fun of him, how cruel people were.

Percy hoped he stayed that way too, that the big guy would never have to deal with what Percy now knew what this horrible uneasy split in his mind was from the beginning. You couldn't be ashamed of someone if you were as good a person as Tyson was.

But I got it.

I had a new cabin mate. I had a monster for a half-brother.

"Oh, so we can call him that?" Magnus looked confused as Jason said he was done. He was just trying to figure out the rules here.

"Please don't," Percy said softly as Magnus got up to take the book. "He, he's my, he," he stopped with a deep shake of his head. "Just, keep going, I guess." This was like a really awful punchline to a joke he hadn't even realized was being set up.

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P.H. // Part 3; Need To Know

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N; Chapter 3!! Yay! I will not lie I got kind of lazy and burnt out when I finally got to the smut scene, and for that I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys with a future chapter.

Summary; Reader can’t get her mind off of Spencer, which causes distractions at work. Until one day when he catches on.

Category; Smut (Minors DNI!!!)

Content Warnings; Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of masturbation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), Drinking, Mentions of being shot, Kinda Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer (but not by the end of it)

Word Count; 7.2k

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‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

Spencer Reid. The object of my attraction, the man I fell harder for with every stolen glance I could manage to throw his way. I was obsessed, and that infatuation only grew stronger every day that I saw him at work.

When we went out to bars after cases we ended up in an inevitable game of Never Have I Ever like a bunch of high school kids. With Emily and Derek in the group it almost always turned sexual. It started with innocent things such as; Never have I ever kicked down a door -- to which Derek drinks. There were some targeted jabs, I got Spencer a few times when I brought up an activity I was certain he had done -- just to keep him involved.

However he never drank past that. He never took a sip when Emily made a sexual innuendo, or when she brought up one night stands, number of partners, most bizarre location to engage in intercourse. Nothing of the sort got him to break. I figured he was a private guy, never one to boast about his sexual experiences.

It was frustrating, to say the least. It got to the point where I couldn’t think about anyone but him. I couldn’t engage in any sexual activity without my mind shifting to him, the way he might slip his fingers in and out of me, or how skilled he was with his mouth instead of the person I dragged home. No other person could even begin to compare to the remedy I concocted in my mind. I didn’t have any information to base my fantasies on, either.

I had it bad. So bad, that at one point I spilled hot coffee all over myself in the breakroom over the littlest interaction.

Spencer came in just after me, mumbling a small hello before reaching to grab a mug for himself. In the process of doing so his shirt rode up, exposing a small expanse of his lower stomach that had me sputtering as I clumsily missed my cup and instead poured the coffee all over the counter. It ran down and soaked through my pants; yet it wasn’t nearly as hot as the way I felt on the inside.

I couldn’t help but wonder the noises he’d make if I were to suck dark purple marks across that plain of skin...or if anyone ever had before.

The small burn was a fine price to pay for my inappropriate thoughts.

Him being the sweet guy that he is, offered to help me clean up. This proposal ended up with him taking paper towels and patting down my thighs -- not realizing just how suggestive the action looked to me.

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking up at my face from his position below me. He was kneeling on one knee, with a hand planted firmly on the outside of my thigh. His voice was soft yet raspy, and oh how I let my mind wander.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, and borderline ran out the door before he could protest or add anything on.

I headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, try and stop the effect he had on me from becoming too physical.

If I got that worked up over a small piece of skin showing, nothing could have prepared me for the first night we shared a hotel room.

I was in shambles all night, ever since the moment Hotch handed me a room card and explained we needed to double up.

Emily usually roomed with JJ, Hotch and Rossi got their own, and Derek refuses to bunk with Spencer -- if he could avoid it. Much to my luck, this time he did because Garcia was needed for this case, meaning she and Derek would be sharing.

Leaving me with Spencer.

I stood there helpless, eyes burning a hole into the place that Hotch was previously standing. I was panicking on the inside, my body going into fight or flight mode as I went through scenarios in my head.

I was 99% sure I would be embarrassing myself tonight.

“Hey,” Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and shrieked a little bit, and slapped a hand over my heart. “Oh my god, Reid. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

He nodded, eventually realizing that he was still indeed touching my shoulder. He dropped his arm, only to bring his hand back up to rub over his chin.

My eyes darted down to it, watching at the way his veins stood out. It wasn’t the first time I admired them, there were moments when he was going over maps with two fingers where I wondered what they would feel like on my-

“____?”

“What?” I asked, a little too loud for the setting.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“I said we should go inside,” he laughed softly, trying to sooth the tension.

I agreed, stepping past him to start walking to our room. I opened the door with trembling hands, wondering just how hard the following nights at the hotel would be.

“I’m gonna go see Emily and JJ. Ask if they wanna go to the bar,” I said quickly, throwing my bag down just inside the door.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun! Don’t stay out too late. You should get a full night’s sleep.”

“I won’t be long. Don’t wait up!” I called, not looking back to see him before half jogging out of the room.

-----

“I cannot go back in there.”

“Oh, because of your little crush,” Emily laughed, much too loud for the early hours of the morning.

Clearly Spencer’s advice about coming back early didn’t plant itself in my head.

“Yes, because of that,” I confirmed. I was staring down at my drink, wallowing in self pity. It was too awkward to even step foot in there, I’m sure just by the sight of him I’d explode.

“What is it about him that gets you hot and heavy?” JJ teased. “No shame, just curious.”

I fake laughed, ignoring her question.

Everything he did was so intoxicating. Even the most mundane things got my blood pumping hard. Each time he let a small gasp through his lips or when he would whisper to himself, a shockwave went through me, igniting a fire deep inside that was near impossible to put out.

But he was so oblivious. He hadn’t a single idea of the effect he had on me. And that was the most frustrating part.

The first time I noticed my extreme attraction to him was shortly after I joined the team, it was only the third or fourth case I’d had with them. Spencer and I walked to a coffee shop to grab some for everyone, and on the way back he was infodumping.

About what, I can’t remember, for I was too fixated on the way his hands wrapped around his cup as he talked. He’d wave it around, and in doing so his fingers would trace little patterns onto the outside of it. I didn't mean to stare, I just got distracted.

I started noticing more little things after that.

Like the way he licked his lips while deep in thought, his mind consuming him to the point where he looked so concentrated and determined. It was hot, to put it simply. I wanted nothing more for him to be licking my lips, to feel him take such care with my body.

He had always been attractive in my eyes, the young boy was nothing but pretty. Even when his hair was shorter and he gelled it back, pairing the look with his glasses -- that he unfortunately wore less often nowadays.

It was nearly painful to be around him all day every day. My head would constantly be spinning with anxiety, only causing more and more headaches to present themselves. It was like a punishment, one I certainly deserved for the tasteful thoughts I had during work hours.

My crush went from an innocent little thing, to full fledged fascination.

‘I just been fantasizin' (size)

And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

Avoiding him as much as I could seemed like a decent plan at the time. If I kept my interactions low, I could distract myself with other things, and not focus on the way his lips pursed as I conversed with him. I raced up more time staring at his mouth rather than completing actual work by my six month stay at the BAU.

“I’m so fucked,” I nodded, coming to a bit of peace with my downfall.

“Well, you could be. If you told him how you feel,” JJ encouraged.

“No way in hell,” I protested, shooting my head up to make eye contact with her.

“____, there is a very, very high chance he feels the same. And if he doesn’t -- which he does -- he’s too sweet to let that impact your friendship.”

“We hardly even have a friendship. Whenever he tries to talk to me I end up running away. He probably thinks I hate him or something. He probably wants nothing to do with me.”

No objection from Emily or JJ there.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked, changing the pace of the conversation.

“He never speaks to me again. I die of embarrassment.”

“You’re both adults, ____.”

“We are 27!” I shook my head, exasperated. “I hardly even feel like one sometimes.”

“27, exactly. I’m sure by now Reid has gained some experience with talking to women. You’ll be fine.”

“I have absolutely no way of knowing how things will go.”

“Just give him little tests,” JJ suggested. “Like touch him. On the shoulders, compliment him more, really go up to him and make a move. That way if he doesn’t feel the same you can play it off as being platonic.”

I groaned and rested my head on the table dramatically. “You both kinda suck at advice. What am I supposed to do? Waltz into our shared room and confess my love for him? Ask him desperately to dick me down?”

Even though I definitely wanted to.

They laughed at that, saying they were going to bed and wished me luck. Emily advised I should try and ‘get some’ from somebody else, and maybe that would take my mind off of things.

After stalling some more I eventually made my way back to the hotel room, hoping that Spencer was already asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him. But once again, luck wasn’t in my favour.

“Hi,” he spoke softly from his bed.

“Why are you still awake?” I asked, trying my best to stifle a yawn. I threw my sweater down on my bed, before grabbing my go-bag and retrieving my pyjamas from it. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

“I told you not to wait up. Naughty boy,” I joked, finally turning my attention fully over to him.

Which could've been a mistake, based on the way you saw it.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, along with his hair tied up that I’d failed to notice earlier. I froze at the sight, seeing the way his cheeks were dusted a slight red, and lips pink as ever.

His hair was tied up, and I almost dropped dead at the sight. I’d never seen it before. Sure, he sometimes wore an elastic band on his wrist during the work days but never have I seen him actually use one.

“I’m gonna shower and then head to bed,” I said in an effort to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t respond, only turning his head back to the book that was in his hand.

Thankfully when I returned he was asleep, meaning I didn’t have to see him before bed.

The next day was torturous. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head. The view of him so relaxed on his bed was ethereal, the soft glow of the lamp hand illuminated his skin in all the right places. Did he pull his hair back often? Did he casually sit at home with it up? How did he look in different angles or positions? Are there other things he wears or does that I haven’t seen?

The image was just so domestic that I couldn't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.

I was afraid to fall asleep, in fear that my dream may turn adventurous. Quitting my job and moving to a new city seems more preferable than having a sex dream about your coworker while they were in the room.

I was hyper aware of every move he made, always keeping tabs on him in the back of my mind so we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other.

Apparently when I was paying attention on how not to see him, I failed to notice how he had filled out recently. He wore looser pants in the past, ones that didn’t allow much shape to show through.

The next day at the precinct I was in for a surprise though, one that was sure to make me fall to my knees.

And I would have, if it wasn’t for the fact I was already seated in a chair.

Spencer walked in clad in pants that were far too tight to be appropriate for work. Or maybe I was overreacting.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, soaking in his appearance of the day.

It was hot outside, so he decided not to wear his usual vest and tie combo, choosing instead just a white pattern button up and grey tie.

I heard Emily snicker beside me, which earned her a light kick in the calf to shut her up. She got up then, winking at me dramatically before leaving the room to presumably go check in with Derek.

“Hey ____, can you come here for a sec?”

I got up without a word, and walked over to the other side of the room where he was standing at the map hung up.

He went off about the unsub’s possible comfort zone -- things that I’d need him to repeat later because I wasn’t fully listening,

I stayed leaning against the table, just two feet behind him which gave me a perfect view of just how tight those pants really were. They hugged his hips deliciously, I wanted nothing more than to rip them off in that moment. I nodded along dumbly, changing my sight from his ass to his back, to his toned arms that were shown off from him rolling up his sleeves.

It was a fair sight, I don’t really think I could be blamed for staring.

A few weeks after that he got a haircut. His longer curls were gone -- yet not forgotten -- and were replaced with a mop of messy waves that framed his face perfectly.

It was like a new blow to my stomach every time I got used to the change.

“New haircut?” I asked the obvious on the first day back from a long weekend.

“Yeah...thought I should change it up,” Spencer replied, picking up his coffee mug to make himself a cup.

I nodded, the room settling in a short silence.

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” I exclaimed, Spencer furrowing his brows in response. “I mean, yes. I do like it. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” he laughed. “Thank you.”

“You could pull off any hairstyle, trust me,” I said, before walking back to my desk.

People that we met seemed to feel the same, because he got stopped more often at bars and at shops that were needed to visit. People would give him their numbers, leaving him a blushing mess. It got obnoxious, to the point where I was at my breaking point. My shoulders were always slumped, and my forehead creased with jealousy.

I stayed closer to him when the team went out, in an effort to get other girls to stop making moves on him.

They hadn’t noticed his beauty before, why should they get the privilege to advance on him now?

It was selfish, really. It may have been good for his self-confidence, but not so good for my own feelings.

I made sure to compliment him more often, telling him I liked his sweater vests, and ‘oh my Doctor Reid, is that a new tie?’ It was a win-win really, for both of us. I was building up my comfort level with him, and he knew that I did not, in fact, despise him.

When Spencer got shot on a case a few weeks later, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to show him that I care about him.

It was an easy job, since the bullet only semi-grazed his shoulder blade. Only needed deep cleaning once a night, for a few weeks so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a groan, one that sent shivers throughout my veins.

“Sorry,” I answered quickly, keeping my gaze on the task at hand and not on his face that was just so close to mine.

Here I was in Spencer’s apartment, in his bathroom, helping him clean off his wound.

“I’m sorry but you need to stop moving, it’s just making things worse,” I explained.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does! But I can’t do an effective job in cleaning it if you keep thrashing around like that.”

I saw him pout, and lower his head. The gears in his brain were turning, trying to come up with a possible solution.

“You’re going to need to hold me down.”

“What?!”

“I’m not gonna be able to stop moving,” he said, looking over his shoulder to where I was sitting behind him on the floor. “Come on.”

He stood up and left the room, gesturing for me to follow. And I did, collecting the supplies I’d need as he led me over to his living room.

Before I could protest he removed his shirt fully -- not like how it was bunched up by his neck previously.

I stopped in my tracks, eyes taking in every inch of skin that he freed. He was lean, as I predicted, but still toned in areas.

Spencer laid on his stomach down on the couch, motioning for me to come beside him.

“Get on my back.”

“Are you insane?”

“____,” he pleaded, looking up at me. His arms were crossed by his head, he was using them as a makeshift pillow. “I just want this to be over as fast as it can be.”

Right.

“Okay,” I agreed, and began to place my materials down on the coffee table to my right. I then swung a leg over his lower back, straddling him just how I’d imagine doing so before -- only the other way around. “Is this okay?”

He hummed, digging his face as far into the fabric of the couch as he could.

‘I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby

Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)’

I took that as a yes, and poured some of the disinfectant onto a swab. Bracing myself with a hand on his other shoulder to pin him down firmly he shivered, breath shaking ever so slightly. I tried to catch him off guard with the swab, choosing a random time to press it into his wound.

He was definitely surprised, because he whined loudly into his hands and clenched all of the muscles in his back.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he made similar noises during other activities…

“Just a minute more,” I soothed him, running my free hand over the smooth skin of his back, doing my best to calm him down.

His breathing only became heavier, and was nearly shaking from the burn. I felt bad, having to see him go through this but I’d be lying if it wasn’t doing things to me. I couldn’t help but get a little bit excited when I got the chance to be near him, to be closer than we had ever been before.

It was intense, I was almost sure he could feel my arousal through the fabric of my pants and underwear.

I was an awful person.

Going home that night to sleep was a struggle. I felt guilty, for using his pain for my perverse temptations. Yet as soon as my fingers were buried inside myself I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him above me. The way he might sound, spewing out similar noises that I’d experienced earlier that were still fresh in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, and I thought every one of our interactions after that would be even harder.

Going back to work seemed fully impossible, I didn’t have any hope in myself to stay useful while he was parading around, completely oblivious to the effect he had on me. I became more sexually frustrated every day. It was nearly infuriating to see a look of innocence plastered on his face, meanwhile he would do things that made me go crazy.

‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

“Penelope, I think I might die soon if I don’t get laid,” I said, rapidly opening the door to her cave.

“____-”

“No, I’m serious. I can’t get my mind off of-”

I stopped in my tracks, finally noticing the presence I hadn’t already accounted for.

Spencer sat in a chair to my left, just out of view that you couldn’t see him if you didn’t turn your head. He was in the middle of bringing a chip up to his mouth, but was stopped mid-air with his mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” he said, scrambling up fast, bumping into things as he collected his satchel with shaky hands. “Sorry I’ll go.”

The door shut with a slam, and left Penelope and I in silence.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered, earning a booming laugh from her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled, doing a little spin on her chair.

I groaned, and sat down beside her on the edge of her desk.

“Maybe now he’ll make a move on you.”

“Oh shut up,” I slapped her arm, beginning to laugh along with her. “If he was avoiding me before, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again.”

Ever since I helped Spencer with his injury the first time he’d been semi ignoring me, not trying to actively partake in conversation. We only talked when necessary, but didn’t exchange any extra words when I came over for an hour to help him with his wound.

I was almost happy about that, it meant I didn’t have to embarrassingly throw myself at him all day long.

I was perfectly fine admiring him from a distance, just how I’d done so for years.

However, there was a part of me that was rightfully sad. Did I cross a line, or make him feel uncomfortable? Maybe from spending so much time together recently he gathered I really wasn’t that interesting.

“Don’t say that,” Penelope frowned.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” I shrugged.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“How I feel?”

“Don’t even try and wedge your way out of it. Emily told me, don’t be mad,” she said, with the sweetest look on her face that I couldn’t be upset.

“Bitch,” I playfully mumbled.

“Besides you literally were about to say that you can’t get your mind off of him.”

“Uh, no, I was not. I was going to say someone. A general someone. Not Reid.”

She hummed, turning back to her screen to finish up some work Hotch had sent her to do.

“Okay fine. Pen, I’m gonna die. It’s insufferable. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“That’s exactly why you should tell him!” She encouraged excitedly, always a swooner for young love.

“I would scare him. He’s probably scared of me, actually.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure his little virgin heart can take it.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly giving her all my attention. “Virgin? Is he seriously a virgin?”

“I don’t know, truly. I just kinda figured. He doesn’t talk about anyone or anything to do with sex.”

I nodded. That makes sense. With him radiating pure sex appeal in my eyes, the thought never even crossed my mind that he might be a virgin.

But that just made it all the more exciting.

“But hey, if he’s really a 27 year old virgin I’m sure he’s extremely horny,” she laughed.

“We are at work. Let’s calm it down before I actually combust,” I shook my head.

My palms were sweating at the very thought of him doing anything remotely sexual -- which I thought about a lot. Surely he’s had to at least...taken care of himself. I’m sure it was a gorgeous sight, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick and face contorted in nothing but pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the man himself, who barged into the room to say we were taking off for a case in 30.

The flight there was quiet and boring, we left at night so there wasn’t so much we could do when we got there besides head up to our hotel.

“We’re sharing a room,” Spencer said, walking over to me from where he was previously with Derek.

I was standing in front of the vending machine, doing my very best to not eavesdrop on the mens’ conversation, which was only taking place about 20 feet away. Spencer was speaking in a hushed yet agitated tone, and Derek was matching his energy. It seemed they were bickering, but about what I didn’t know.

“Says who?” I panicked.

“Uhh...Hotch did.”

Great.

“Oh. Alright,” I followed him down the hallway, our room was the last one at the end.

I waited for him to open the door, and when he stepped out of the way to let me inside I brushed past him.

When I turned around Spencer was standing there blocking my path, causing me to bump into his chest.

“Hello...” I said confused, taking a step back.

“I…”

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Spencer what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words, instead reaching up to push a piece of hair out of my face. My breath hitched at the contact, sending me into a short frenzy on the inside. He was inching closer, now his body was getting just close enough so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was glancing back and forth between my eyes, searching my face for an expression of discomfort.

He didn’t find any.

“I was talking with Derek. About you,” he whispered. “He said you’ve been coming on to me.”

My heart nearly missed a beat at his words.

“I've noticed your odd behaviour, you don’t act the way you do with anyone else on the team. You run away from me, and at first I thought you just didn’t like me, but now...I think it’s the opposite. I see the way you look at me, you know.”

“And how do I look at you?” I questioned nervously.

“Like you want me. Tell me. Who were you talking about earlier today? Who exactly can’t get your mind off of?”

I paused, eyes almost bulging out of my head at the implication.

“If I'm reading this wrong, let me know. We can pretend this never happened.”

“Get on the bed and take your clothes off.”

He did just that, moving beside me to shove his pants down his legs, followed by ripping off his shirt, as I did the same. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other, too busy drinking in our appearances to think straight. He sat down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, and spread his legs just wide enough to give me space to stand between them.

“Tell me what you want.” he breathed, watching me as I walked towards him.

“You,” I answered simply, climbing into his lap and connecting my mouth was his. “All of you.”

He didn’t protest, only doing quite the opposite. He moaned greedily into my mouth, sucking every last bit of life out of me. He was hungry in his movements, not allowing for a single beat of fresh air for either of us. I was more than happy to return the energy, for I’ve dreamt for too long about what he might taste like. And it wasn’t disappointing, the sensation was far better than I could have ever cooked up in my head.

After a minute he became impatient, and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. I did the same, grinding down on his hardening dick that felt...impressive to say the least.

“I’ve thought about you for so long,” I spoke against his lips, taking a break between kisses.

He groaned back at me, moving his hands from my cheeks down to my hips to hold me flush against himself. He whimpered when I was fully against him, he had to break away to keep his breathing somewhat managed.

“Please, I need you so bad. I’ve thought about you too.”

“What exactly did you think about?” I asked quietly, trailing kisses all across his face, and then started heading down his jaw and neck.

“L-lots of stuff.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, looking up at him from my new position kneeling on the floor. “Please, tell me.”

I brought a hand up to his boxers, ghosting just over his bulge while remaining eye contact.

“Everything. All of you. ____, Please.”

‘You're exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"’

“Let me do something first,” I said, pushing against his stomach to encourage him to lie back on the bed. He did so, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at me.

He watched my every move, not a second was missed by his eyes that stayed locked onto my form. I dropped my head down to kiss across his left thigh, and toyed with the waistband of his underwear with my right hand.

He was so vocal, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I knew we had all night, but I’d waited too long for this to take my time.

‘And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

I pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his dick hard and red as it stood up against his stomach.

“You don’t...have to,” Spencer stopped me before I could carry on.

“Do you not want me to?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just…” He stopped, and bit his lip while staring off to one of the walls.

“Has anyone ever done this with you before?” I asked, almost unsure of whether or not I wanted the answer.

“Done what...exactly?” he asked, refusing to look back at me. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, and he was too focused on the distance to see the wave of excitement that flashed over my face.

“Spencer,” I said sharply, prompting him to turn his attention back to me. “Are you a virgin?”

His lack of answer told me enough. He blushed impossibly deeper, and started squirming in place. Just as he was about to speak up for himself I stopped him with, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“What?”

I climbed back up his body, just far enough so that I could grab his jaw in my hand and pull him down to meet my lips. It was even more hungry and passionate than the previous ones we shared, full of such fire I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to kiss anyone else ever again.

“You’re so sexy,” I moaned, hot and needy into his mouth.

He was good, which wasn’t unexpected from my end. His lips were always so plump and pink, they just had to be semi skilled.

“Thank you,” he replied, in a typical Spencer Reid fashion.

“Do you want to stop? Or keep going? Take a minute and think about it. I don’t want to pressure you,” I reassured him, but on the inside I was begging for him to want to continue.

He pulled back for a second, running a hand over the back of my head to keep me from going too far. His eyes were closed, focusing only on his breathing as he thought about his answer.

“I want to keep going. Please,” he decided on, nodding his head. “I just, I dunno, didn’t expect to get this far tonight.”

“Believe me, neither did I,” I smirked, smashing my lips back against his and returning to my spot kneeling between his legs. I pushed him back harder than before, sending a small oof sound from his chest as his back hit the mattress.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, finally wrapping my hand around his dick,

It only made sense that a pretty boy like him would have a pretty cock, too.

“O-only once,” he breathed, with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, staring at the dots to distract himself from the feeling and to not come too soon. “Long time ago.”

“If you need me to stop, tell me,” I said, before licking a broad strip up the underside of his dick.

I paused at the head, swirling my tongue around before continuing my mission back down around the other side. I kissed his base, leaving more near his hips. He whined positively -- probably feeling a little ticklish -- and I took that as a good sign to suck a deep purple mark there.

Just like I’d thought about doing months ago.

I left a few more just up to his belly button, marking him up with the intent to claim him as my own. He’d see those marks for the next few days, and every time he would think of me on my knees for him. I kept pumping him in my hand as I did so, and every time I groaned into his skin his dick twitched with appreciation.

“Oh god,” Spencer moaned as I took him into my mouth unexpectedly, bunching up the sheets in his hands beside his hips.

I looked up to see him now staring down at me, jaw slacked and panting heavily. The sight was enough to elicit a moan from my own mouth, which led to him fluttering his eyes shut at the vibrations that shot through his body.

“Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, immediately pulling up.

“Nothing, I just really want to feel you and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Understandable.

I wasn’t expecting him to last long anyways, I just simply wanted him inside me.

“Do you happen to have a condom?” He shook his head. “I’m clean and on the pill. We should be fine. Is that okay?”

He mumbled an ‘uh huh’ as he watched me stand up, as I pushed my underwear down my legs. He immediately reached out to me, bringing me back in and starting placing kisses across my stomach and hips, mirroring what I was doing to him earlier.

“Good, because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might die.”

‘Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)

Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)’

He laughed lightheartedly, fixing himself to be sitting up near the headboard. In the process he kicked off his boxers fully, along with his socks.

I followed after him, not letting him stray too far from my reach.

“I heard that women take longer to, erm, get ready,” he muttered into my skin, hiding his face in my neck. “Let me help you?”

“Please,” I whimpered, though I knew I was far from unprepared. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it fell down my shoulders Spencer attached his mouth to my left nipple. “Please touch me.”

He moaned into me, bringing his hand down to my core to run his fingers through my folds. He let his middle breach me, moving so agonizingly slow before curling his finger up. I moaned loudly, letting my eyes shut and body fall slack against him. His free arm wrapped around my waist, giving me the support I needed to stay upright.

“So that’s your g-spot?” He grinned against my skin, and I’d be damned to admit it affected me way more than it should have. He sounded so innocent, so eager to learn.

“Uh-huh.”

He explored my skin greedily, brushing over every inch of my chest he could reach. His thrusts became faster every time he re-entered me, encouraged by the grunt that fell from my lips with each one.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?”

“No,” he replied, moving from my breasts to my collarbone, leaving a dark purple mark in his path.

“Could've fooled me,” I felt him smile against my neck at the praise -- duly noted.

He flipped us over swiftly -- much to my surprise -- and continued with his actions on both my clit and entrance. I did my best to stay quiet, biting down on his shoulder to prevent any noises from leaking out to stop him from getting too cocky.

“Spencer,” I moaned, raking my fingernails up and down his back. “Stop. Please fuck me now, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to? We can stop,” he reassured me in a voice that seemed far too innocent for the activities taking place.

“Spencer, I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure you have no idea.”

I was so turned on I could cry, the pure want running through my veins was starting to send panic signals throughout my whole body. Before I could beg him any further he replaced his fingers with his dick, catching me off guard. He ran the tip over me for a few seconds before gliding in easily, with little to no restriction at all.

“Ah!” I called, gripping onto his shoulder for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god did I hurt you?” Spencer asked frantically, removing his weight from me and tried sitting up.

“No. God please move, I need you so bad,” I pleaded, pulling him back down before he could get too far away.

He nodded. He started slow. So slowly that I wanted to scream and beg at the top of my lungs for more. However I was above giving him the satisfaction of that -- at least for now.

“You feel so good,” Spencer panted, hips shaking as he slid in and out at a torturous pace.

I pulled his lips back to mine for another kiss, drinking in everything he was willing to offer. I whined every time his body rubbed against my clit in a way that had my toes curling and eyes rolling back.

“This is so much better than I’ve imagined,” I moaned, breaking free from his mouth to lay back against the pillows. I wrapped my legs around his waist, aiding him with the speed of his thrusts. “Please, Spence, oh my god go harder.”

He moaned loudly, and lowered his head to my collarbone in an effort to muffle some of the noises he was letting out.

He followed my directions well -- and I took notes for the future.

The sounds of him bouncing off the walls was amplifying my pleasure to a new degree, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hips snapped forward impossibly faster, leaving him a whimpering mess above me. Our chests were pressed together, the sound of skin slapping and gliding over each other filled the dimly lit room.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there.

He moaned freely at all of the praise, and every time I urged him on he’d pick up his speed a little bit. He was now moving faster than I thought I could handle, slamming into me at the perfect angle.

I felt him everywhere. In my stomach, insides of my thighs, chest -- where he was now palming at one of my breasts -- and the crook of my neck. I hugged my arms around his middle to keep him locked against me, preventing his hips from heavily backing out.

“I’m really close,” He groaned, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “S-should I pull out now?”

“No,” I demanded, tightening my legs to keep him trapped. “Come inside me.”

He nodded with a particularly loud moan, and snaked one hand down my body to meet my clit. When I gave a sound of approval he quickened his wrist, rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure to send me closer to the edge.

He came with a final shout in my name, resting his full body weight against me as I rocked my him against him to help him through it. I finished soon after, at the feeling of him releasing himself in me. It was so warm, like a comforting blanket that overtook all of my senses.

It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, it was so profound that I couldn’t see, or focus on anything else.

We laid there for a few minutes, my hand running through his hair and his ghosting up the side of my hip. It took a while for us both to catch our breaths, we were too immersed in the moment to break apart from one another.

“That was literally the best sex I’ve had in my life,” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Spencer replied, and we both laughed weakly.

“That was okay for you? Your first time? Not really the traditional approach.”

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t have asked for anything different,” he pulled himself up with a smile, before pulling out and flopping down beside me.

“But seriously,” I sat up, resting my head on my palm to get a better view of him. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone as I am with you.”

“____,” he blushed. “I-”

“No! No, let me finish. Please.”

He nodded for me to go ahead.

“Not only are you just insanely sweet and so charming, you’re so handsome. Like I can hardly even look at you half the time. You drive me insane, Spencer you have no idea. Holy fuck I’ve never wanted someone so bad before I met you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I’ll cringe about this later but I just need you to know.”

“This may not be the most common way...but do you want to go out with me? L-like on a date?” Spencer asked. He was blushing so heavily, his chest was painted pink and ears were turned red.

“You just came inside of me and you’re nervous about asking me on a date.”

“____!” Spencer exclaimed, facepalming himself.

“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d love to go out with you.”

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aackxrmxn · 3 years

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CHAPTER TWO: Healing Nicely - You're Ours Mesh'la (NSFW) Bad Batch Series

Warnings: Established poly relationship, unprotected sex, slight choking kink, oversensitivity, slight hair pulling kink, Crosshair being mean ASF at the end :(, swearing, being called inappropriate names.

Plot: With your foot healing nicely, and time off from your duties, Tech and Hunter patiently wait for their promised time to spend with you.

Word Count: 3.7K+

Pronouns of Reader: She/Her

Gender of Reader: Female

Pairing: Hunter x Reader, Tech x Reader, Crosshair x Reader, Echo x Reader, Wrecker x Reader.

Author's Note: I'm back and better than ever! Welcome to the Tech and Hunter chapter! This chapter is probably poorly written (as I may have written this too late at night), but I still hope you enjoy the content! Once again, don't forget to like it and reblog as they help immensely! If I have forgotten any triggers/warnings, please let me know and I will add them. Strikethroughs mean the chapter is still being worked on, so keep in tune for when it is released! Happy reading!

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You woke to a sudden jolt, the ground shaking slightly. That's when you heard the annoyed voice of Crosshair, "Wrecker, will you quit it? Some of us aren't as cheery as you in the mornings." He grumbled and you rolled in your bed, the covers twisting around you as you opened your eyes.

You saw Crosshair sitting at the seats in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed together as he sipped the hot coffee in his mug. He was wearing just his blacks, but without a shirt and you bit your lip.

"See something you like, princess?" He asked suddenly and you giggled as you closed your eyes and rolled to your back before throwing the blankets off you and stood up. Tech and Echo were still asleep, snoring lightly beside you, Hunter was probably in the refresher as you saw the door closed and the dull red light showing the words of 'occupied'.

Slowly walking over to Crosshair, you took a seat next to him. He didn't turn to face you, but you saw the subtle hint of a smirk on his face. "Good morning, love." You whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes at the contact.

"AW, what about me?!" Wrecker basically yelled, scarring Echo awake and Tech groaned and rolled to face the wall, slamming his pillow over his ears.

"Sh," both you and Crosshair hissed and Wrecker shyly apologised. "Come 'ere, big boy." You opened your arms and Wrecker took to opportunity to pick you up and spin you around playfully.

You kissed his chin as he set you down and felt another pair of hands on your hips then. You turned and gawked at the sight of wet-haired Hunter with no bandana on. "There any hugs left for me?" He asked and you happily leant into his arms and snuggled into him as his arms wrapped around you tightly.

"Good morning, Hunter." You whispered, knowing his was particularly sensitive to sound in the mornings; Wrecker probably not helping with his oversensitivity.

"Morning, cupcake." The nickname made you smile with a curiosity, cupcake... You had never been called that before. You heard Crosshair sniggered before getting up from the seat and making his way to the kitchen.

You pulled away to inspect Crosshair getting another cup of caff, yeah, he was the coffee addict in the Batch. "Never been called that before." You said with a giggle as you looked up at the tattooed man.

"Get used to it." He whispered, he then leant down to your ear, "unless you want to be called something a little more... degrading." You practically moaned at how deep and husky his voice was against your ear.

He leant back up then with a smirk and you squirmed in his arms still wrapped around you. "I wouldn't be opposed to the name, Sarge." His smirk widened, a darkness covering his eyes and you wriggled out of his grasp and walked over to the kitchen with Crosshair.

You placed a hand on his back and hugged him from behind as you saw he was turning on the stove to make eggs. He stiffened under your touch and pulled away quickly. You frowned, watching as he went to get the other ingredients.

"Don't take it too personally, Crosshair isn't much of a cuddlier." Tech then said beside you and you jumped a little, not realising his was there. You calmed down then and leant into his side. "I see your leg looks a little better. Angling your foot definitely had sped up the healing process."

You looked down at your leg as well, "y- yeah, it doesn't hurt too bad today." You said and smiled up at the genius of a man. "What do you have planned for today?" You asked then as he helped you to the chair where you sighed into as Tech turned on the warmer.

"Nothing really, maybe fixing up some of my incomplete projects. Crosshair, Echo and Wrecker were going see some of the markets that the Kaminoans had put together." Tech explained, kneeling down to inspect your swollen ankle and you winced as he unwrapped it.

"That's today?" You asked. "So this would be our first year anniversary of meeting each other?"

Every rotation, the Kaminoans put up some stalls in the cafeteria for the clones. It was basically the clones day off from duties and they could have fun with some of the games that were there. You remembered last rotation you had taken Jesse and Fives there and played 'tag and go'. Let's just say, some of the Kaminoans didn't like you breaking the chairs and tables as you leaped over them and hid. That was the same day you ran into Echo by accident, him splattering apologies left and right as he spilt his red, frozen drink all over you. You had laughed it off and he soon joined in too, and the other Batch members stood by him. It was a good day, and a day you wouldn't forget.

"Technically, yes." He said as he rotated your ankle slowly and softly. "I will give you some time with the compression wrap off to give your foot some air to breath." Tech stood then and went over and grabbed you a large cup of coffee. You felt the chair beside you dip then and turned to the other side to see Echo looking at you with adoration in his beautiful honey eyes.

"Good morning," he greeted and leant in slowly to press a kiss to your temple, hesitant like you were going to push him away. "Are you going to come and join us?" He then looked at your foot, realisation covering his face and he apologised.

"Echo, baby, don't apologise. You apologise too much," You giggled as you placed a hand on his stomach gently and leaned towards him to kiss his lips. He basically whimpered into your mouth and melted against you. "But no, I think I might chill out here today if you don't mind."

"Of course not, ma'am." He said and you giggled at the name. First cupcake, and now ma'am? It warmed your heart.

You leant into his ear then, "you know where you could call me that?" Echo's cheeks heated up drastically and he stuttered as he was about to speak, but Wrecker's hands came down on the back of the chair, almost tipping it with you and Echo seated on it.

"You ready, Echo?" He asked loudly, and Echo cleared his throat before nodding, giving you one glance back at you before getting up.

"The only reason why I'm going is because Kix said there was sniper gear there." Crosshair said, his usual scowl on his face. "Don't you dare bring me into any of your games." He warned Wrecker, pointing an accusing finger at him.

They left then and Tech handed you the caff he made before going over to his bunk and began fiddling with some wires and a piece of metal. "You're not going?" You asked Hunter as he sat beside you.

"No, I don't think I could handle it this rotation. It's too loud there, I barely survived last rotation." He explained and threw an arm over your shoulders and bought you closer to him. There was a silence then, just the quiet hum of Tech's gear as he continued to work on something. "So, we calling you mesh'la now?"

You laughed then, Tech looking over at you with a small smile. "Looks like it." You said and closed your eyes as you sipped the hot coffee, a small moan leaving your lips as the incredible taste. "Plus, I thought you wanted to call me cupcake, now?" You shot back and watched as Hunter's eyes made their way to your lips.

"Depends," he started, "cupcake is for the sweet and innocent you, mesh'la when you're being good, and well... something else if you've been bad."

"What if I'm extra bad?" You whispered then, watching how he licked his lips and his eyes roamed your face. "Would I be your dirty little slut?" You taunted.

You gasped as Hunter suddenly laid you back on the couch and giggled as his eyes dilated. "You better watch your mouth, mesh'la."

"I thought I was being called that when I was good." You commented, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. "Why not call me your dirty little slut?" You asked huskily as Hunter groaned in your ear and nipped lightly at the sensitive skin under it. You fluttered your ears closed at the sensation.

"What? You wanna be a dirty little slut for us?" You moaned as he spoke against your neck and licked up it, leaving a hot trail in his wake. "Wanna be a good girl for us, or be a dirty little whore?"

You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Tech and smirked. "Depends if Tech will eat me out this time." You felt the wetness pool between your legs, hot and heavy breaths coming from your mouth as Hunter went lower, his damp hair on your skin setting fire in your belly.

He tugged your shirt off then, revealing the smooth skin of your stomach. "Maker," Hunter sighed, hands sprawling out on your stomach. "You're so beautiful." You blushed at his comment and felt Tech lift your head so he could situate himself there, your head in his lap.

Hunter ventured further, hands now kneeding the tops of your thighs and your wriggled impatiently before he took your sleep shorts off, careful of your injured foot. "Hunter," You slurred, you panted as you felt his fingers rub you over your underwear.

"Be patient, mesh'la." Tech mumbled, eyes transfixed on your squirming form beneath him. You tried to stop moving, grabbing onto Tech's pyjama pants as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down from you.

"Maker," Hunter breathed again at seeing your already soaked core in front of him. "Every part of you is truly gorgeous, cupcake." He practically groaned as he began to kiss your inner thighs.

A shaky breath came from your throat at the contact, "please Hunter, don't tease." You begged, hands moving to cup his cheek. He looked up you with a glint in his eyes before slowly leaning in to lick up your pussy, never breaking eye contact.

The air left your lungs, feeling the sensation of Hunter's tongue on your lower lips and threw your head back against Tech's body. "Fuuuck, that's so good." You moaned as he circled the tip of his tongue around your clit. You whined as Tech's hand came down to kneed the soft plushiness of your breasts.

"Kriff, she's definitely not going to last." Tech pointed out as he noted how your body jolted when Hunter firmly sucked your clit into his mouth.

Hunter pulled back then, "I'd rather her cum on something else." He said darkly and stripped from his clean blacks he put on not long ago. "Is that okay with you, cupcake?" He asked as you saw his semi-hard cock being freed from his pants. You bit your lip and nodded at him, never taking your eyes off as he began to stroke his cock. He gently grabbed your jaw then, lifting your head to peer into his chocolate brown eyes. "I need you to say it, cupcake."

"Yes please, Hunter." You whimpered into his hand, spreading your legs wider for him to rest into.

"That's a good girl, mesh'la." Tech said huskily above you and you saw the dark glint in his eyes as well.

Hunter ran the tip of his cock through your folds and moaned quietly. "Want to let you know," he began, eyes fluttering closed, "that my enhanced abilities may not make me last too long."

You smiled up at him, cupping his face and bringing him down for a sloppy kiss. "That's okay, just do however much you're comfortable with." You said and he smiled back at you before completely sinking into you.

A hoarse moan made it past your lips, echoing in the room. Hunter grunted, resting his head into your neck before he began to move. "Oh, kriff-!" He moaned, feeling how you gripped around his cock snuggly.

Tech groaned as you peered up at him, hand reaching out to move a piece of stray hair from your face. Hunter leant up then so he was on his knees and began to thrust into you faster, causing you to moan louder.

"That's it, moan louder for us." Hunter gasped, face already flushed. His hands gripped the tops of your thighs again and pulled you down further on his cock, reaching deep within you; just as Crosshair had done the day before.

Tech leant over you then, fingers nimbly coming in contact with your clit and rubbed small and firm circles on it, causing a throaty groan to come out both yours and Hunter's mouth.

Hunter's hips snapped harder up into you and you heard the squelching sounds of your wetness coating his cock and whimpered quietly. Hunter began babbling incoherent sentences, thrusts becoming sloppy, "Cyare, not gonna-"

You moaned at the name, it somehow rolling off his tongue beautifully, even if you didn't know what it meant. "Please cum Hunter, cum inside me and fill me up!"

Hunter's hips stuttered then, a particularly loud moan coming from his mouth, deep and rich. "Karking- Y/N!" He spilled inside you, stopping his movements and letting his hot seed coat the inside of your walls. You moaned at the feeling of being used in this way.

Hunter shuddered as he slumped against you, heavy breaths leaving his lips. You stroked his hair, fingers massaging his scalp and he continued shuddering above you. "You okay, Hunter?" You whispered in his ear and he turned his head to the side to see you, an exhausted smile creeping up on his face.

"Y- Yeah, though I can't say the same about Tech." He said with a raspy voice and you almost forget that Tech was here, and looked up at him.

"If you don't mind, I would like my turn now." He said, voice probably just as shaky as Hunter's and you saw him palming himself through his pants, an obvious tent showing. Hunter slowly got off you, softened cock slipping out of you which caused you to whine, you hadn't yet cummed.

You nodded and Hunter moved off towards the bathroom, probably wanting to clean himself off. Tech moved so he was where Hunter was and took his pants off, throwing them absently on the floor.

"Baby," You whined, "get yourself some relief." You said and moaned as he ran his cock up and down your pussy so he was lubricated; not that you needed it. "Fuck..." You moaned as he slipped inside you then, your warmth completely enveloping him and he grunted as he pushed himself further inside you.

He leant down then, his face inches above yours and you resting your forehead against his. ""Can I move?" He asked then and you nodded desperately. He started with a softer pace, moaning as he pushed back inside of you.

You felt a hand on your head then and looked up at Hunter who gave you a warm smile before he disappeared again. Tech hit a soft spot inside you, and it snapped you back to reality and moaned loudly.

To quieten you, Tech kissed you, full of passion and hunger and his hips sped up more. You moaned again, into his mouth, before his tongue slipped past your lips and into your own.

Your hands reached up, wrapping around his neck and tugged at the strands of his hair there, causing an audible gasp to leave your lips. "Tech," You whimpered as he angled his hips higher, hitting an extra soft spot inside of you. You shook, feeling the heat of an orgasm bubbling to the surface, "Tech..." You warned then, nails digging into the back of his neck.

"That's right, mesh'la, I want you to cum around me. I want to feel you gush around my cock as I spill inside you." Tech spoke dirtily, and you gasped as he dived for your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." You chanted, legs tightening around his hips as you almost were tipped over the edge, all you needed was that extra push. "Tech, baby, please..." You were whining for more, anything more.

Tech sat up then, but never faltering his movements. His hand came around your throat then, squeezing it, but not as hard as what Crosshair had done. His other hand came down to rub your clit in furious circles and that's when you came. You shouted his name, the hand only wrapping around you tighter as a response and your whole body shook violently.

You heard Tech groan then, hips stuttering as Hunter's had done as he spilled himself inside of you. He grunted your name, releasing your neck to grab onto the chair to steady himself.

"Well, that was something." You heard the husky voice of Hunter then and finally opened your eyes to meet his chocolate brown ones above you.

"That was good." You huffed, still out of breath and felt Tech pull out. He and Hunter helped you sit up then before Hunter grabbed a cloth and began to wipe you down, eyes lingering on your cum-soaked cunt.

You took a breath, leaning into Hunter's side as you closed your eyes. "You want me to help you with a shower?" Tech asked and you opened your eyes to see the pilot with a warm smile on his face.

You giggled and nodded and he helped you towards the refresher. "I'll let you know if I need help." You told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek and you smiled again. He closed the door behind you and you looked at yourself in the reflection, eyes scanning over the love marks Tech had made there, and you giggled as you turned on the shower.

The hot water cascaded down your back and you moaned, delighted by the hot water relaxing your sore and used muscles. You heard the front door whoosh open then and Wrecker laughed loudly. You shook your head and laughed as you grabbed out your shampoo and began to wash your hair.

"You should have seen the food that was there!" He yelled, probably stuffing his face with whatever was there. "I saved mesh'la some! Where is she?"

"She's in the refresher, now be quiet." Hunter said, as you heard boots walking away from you. "Hey, don't go eating all of it! You said you were leaving some for Y/N."

"Oh, right... I forgot." Wrecker said, and you could already see his face drop.

"There wasn't any rifle gear there," Crosshair sniggered, "and I see you were busy."

"AW, did I miss out on that?" Wrecker asked, sounding upset.

Tech interrupted and cleared his throat. "It was a fair ordeal, we hadn't yet been with Y/N. Wrecker, don't be selfish."

"Real fun, you even spilt the coffee on the chair we just got." Echo noted and you felt a tinge of sadness creep within you and you quickly finished washing your hair and body.

You wrapped a towel around your head and body and stepped out of the refresher, everyone's eyes turning to you. Wrecker gawking at you the most. "I didn't mean to spill the coffee, I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's alright. Nothing Tech or myself can't clean up." Hunter said, stepping towards you and cupping your face between his palms. "Plus, it was our fault that it spilt, not yours." You smiled as he squished your cheeks playfully and leaned in to hug him.

"How touching..." Crosshair muttered, pulling out a new toothpick after throwing the other on the floor. "Well, remind me next rotation to not go to the markets if it means I can fuck Y/N."

"She's not a plaything," Echo said then and Crosshair scoffed.

"Yeah, and that's not what you thought when she willingly opened her legs for us?" He retorted and you shrunk back at what he said, hiding behind Hunter's body.

"Hey, don't say that about Y/N! She's gorgeous and stunning, and you should learn to respect her!" Wrecker shouted, shoving his brother.

Crosshair shoved him back, "Respect a whore that opens her legs for anyone? I think not." You wanted to cry, feeling hot tears make their way to the surface. "Plus, she's not even that good at anything, so why keep her around? Throw her out for the next man to fuck her."

Hunter spun then, punching Crosshair right in the face and making him stumble back at the suddenness of the impact. "Quit talking like that about her!" He shouted, never had you heard him raise his voice this much.

You stepped back, your back coming in contact with the door of the refresher. By now, tears had soaked your cheeks and your whimpered, catching Echo's attention.

"Hey, it's okay. Come here." He said softly and took a step forwards as Crosshair threw Hunter off him. You shook your head and quickly opened the door before slamming it shut behind you and locking it.

A shaky breath caught your lips as you slid down the door and onto the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Hunter asked as more tears slipped from your eyes.

"Y/N?" Tech suddenly asked at the door.

"G- Go away." You whispered, sniffing.

"I have clothes for you." You took the clothes from Tech then, quickly opening the door before slamming it back shut again. You got dressed in the plain white shirt and black leggings he handed you and saw your teary reflection in the mirror.

You took a deep breath then, opening the door and saw Hunter still standing over Crosshair. Their eyes turned on you, and you tried your best not to slam the door again.

You limped your way over to the front door. "Where are you going?" Echo asked and you turned to face him.

"Away." You spat, "Don't follow me. And you," You pointed at Crosshair, "Don't you dare talk to me ever again!" And with that, you slammed the door in front of them all.

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seasonsofeverlark · 2 years

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Just Friends

Author: @taylerwrites

Prompt: My prompt submission. The One Bed trope. So I would like to request a story where everlark are casual friends and they have to share a bed, and they know its tropey or they know their friends/family set them up. They laugh it off as a joke but when they actually share the bed....they catch feels, ya feel me?

Doesn't have to be smutty (although I won't say no to smut lol) but it could be anywhere from T-E and I'd be happy as long as its romantic.

Bonus points for them cuddling and being cute.

The One Bed trope [Submitted by @lemonluvgirl87 ]

Rating: M (Suggestive)

Author's Note: I tweaked this a bit and added the FWB trope as well [unless that’s what you meant by “casual friends”]. Also, I apologize I couldn’t delve into this prompt deeper; I had a family emergency, so I was limited on time. I’d be happy to expand the idea if you’re interested. [1.4k+ words] _____________

Katniss always thought that college was made for people like Peeta. Captain of the hockey team, popular, a top student, and he’s the hottest guy she’s ever met. Sometimes she wonders why he even bothers to hang around someone as plain as herself, and every time she asks, he gently flicks her forehead.

“Because we’re best friends, dummy.”

Although, if Katniss thinks about it, there are many things that some might find a little unusual about their friendship. Like the fact that they have a habit of crawling into each other’s bed late at night, talking about everything and anything until they fall asleep—also cuddling on the couch after Peeta turns the dial on the air conditioner too low.

Except, it doesn’t end there.

Whenever they’re out doing anything, they somehow always end up touching. Whether it be holding hands on a crowded street, snuggling on couches at parties, or Peeta resting his head on top of hers as he waits for Katniss to decide on a brand of cereal—it’s so natural by now that she doesn’t even think twice about it when it happens.

But none of this compares to the most questionable part of their friendship: that they fool around at least two times a week—more now that the season started up again. It helps relieve stress from school and practice, he told her once.

She’s not even sure how the arrangement even happened; she just remembers a long weekend at the lake with their group of friends. Katniss was forced to bunk with Peeta after Jo kicked her out to have a room all to herself with Cashmere.

The night had started as harmless; two friends joking around with hushed giggles—their spirits high and thoughts a little lucid from the alcohol settling in their stomachs.

But the gap between them grew smaller when laughter turned into shy smiles until he was pulling her atop his chest. An involuntary shiver had traveled up her spine at the feel of his cold rings touching her warm thigh where her skirt had slid up.

“You cold?” he'd asked, not even letting her answer before he was drawing her closer into his arms—the rough denim of his jeans now rubbing against her legs. “Better?”

Katniss nodded slowly, disregarding that she was actually feeling pretty warm, and it wasn’t only due to the alcohol.

It wasn't long before clothes started coming off, and Peeta stared at her like he was taking his fill. Then he was drunkenly admitting, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous. Especially in those cute ‘lil skirts.”

Katniss drunkenly pawed at his bare chest, muttering out a quiet, “really?”

The siren ringing in her head telling her this was a bad idea had gone ignored as soon as he found himself between her thighs.

“Better not go catching feelings if we fuck a few times,” he’d told her with a crooked grin.

Which is easier said than done because any girl with a pulse would fall for him; this is Peeta, after all—sometimes it was hard to be in the same room as him without her heart fluttering in her chest.

In the end, though, she tries not to make a big deal out of it. As long as they are still friends, right?

~~~~~

His hands are warm where they run along her thigh, tracing random patterns on her skin that has her sighing into his neck.

It makes it hard to keep a conversation going, subtly rubbing her thighs together to relieve the new ache there. Peeta is too busy playing Mario Kart on the Switch with Finnick and Gale to notice that she hasn't said anything for a while—but the latter does.

“What’s wrong, Catnip?” Gale nudges her, passing the rolled cigarette between his lips to Peeta. “You’re pretty quiet. You sick or something?”

“Yeah, of you,” she smirks.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “I bet it’s because that guy from your study group hasn’t shown up yet. What was his name? Allen? Adam?”

She instantly regrets telling him about Eren asking her if she wanted to get dinner sometime, and why she would tell Gale anything when he doesn’t know how to keep a secret is beyond her.

Peeta turns his head to blow out a hazy cloud of smoke, side-eyeing Katniss and no longer paying attention to the game on the TV.

“He’s in the same study group as you, too. How do you not know his name?” she jokes lightly.

“Oh! Look, there he is!” She follows his line of sight to Eren standing at the makeshift beer pong table in the dining room. “Go say hi!”

Peeta stiffens beneath her. “I-I don’t know, Gale. He looks busy.”

“Here, I’ll call him over.”

Katniss swallows the lump in her throat at the unreadable look Peeta gives her, and she's thankful that Finnick draws the attention away from her when he complains about the fact that he's been playing by himself.

"Dude, your shitty car has been driving into the fucking wall for five minutes," he tells Gale.

"Tch, you won't be saying that when Princess Peach knocks your ass off rainbow road."

They go back to playing their game, Eren forgotten, but she notices Peeta doesn’t seem to be into it as much as before.

~~~~~

It's not long before Katniss is getting sleepy, only a few people sticking around to help Jo clean up the empty cups and beer cans. Finnick and Gale are sleeping against each other on the couch, and Peeta is in the kitchen tying up the trash.

Katniss sneaks off to the guest bedroom upstairs, blindly stumbling into the room in search of the light. She’s in the middle of messily shoving her spare clothes into her bag when she hears a light knock on the door.

She glances over her shoulder to find Peeta standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "Looks like Jo's too drunk to give us a ride home. We might have to crash here for the night, but there's no more room on the couch. Mind if I sleep in here with you?"

Sleeping is never just sleeping with him.

“To have sex, you mean,” she says light-heartedly, but he’s shaking his head.

“No, just to sleep.”

The silence between them feels thick as they lay under the covers—both of them uncharacteristically laying on their backs when they’re normally cuddling whenever they’re in the same bed.

She wonders what he’s thinking—

“So…” he starts, making Katniss turn her head to look at him. “We’re friends, and you know you can tell me anything, right?”

Her brows draw down into a frown. “Yes,” she says hesitantly.

Peeta doesn’t take his eyes off of the ceiling when he asks, “do you want to stop this?”

Katniss feels her heart lurch in her chest. Questions are flying through her head, but he’s talking again before she can list one off.

“You know, I’ve never done this before.” He huffs out a strained laugh. “I don’t even remember the last time I thought of someone else, and I got so upset hearing about the thought of some random guy trying to take you away from me.”

“Peeta,” she says softly, “what’re you saying?”

His blue eyes meet hers. “I still want to be friends.”

“Oh, well, that’s—”

“But I also want to wake up every morning to the woman I love in my bed. I want to take you on dates and tell all of our friends that you’re mine, and not worry about you falling for a guy named Eren.”

Oh.

“Really? You love me?” she whispers, like the words uttered between them are some secret she doesn’t want anyone else to hear.

Peeta reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, his lips quirking up lazily. “Yeah, I love you.”

Katniss leans into the palm cupping her cheek, unable to contain the smile spreading across her lips. “What happened to not catching feelings?”

“Well, I was an idiot,” his face flushes pink. “Because I already fell for you.”

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #winter #winter 2022 #valentine's day #taylerwrites #submission #prompt

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Innocence

Word Count: 2,089

Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!

Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni

You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.

Again.

God, he was literally insatiable. It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was. Those bunks were so small. But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.

You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts. God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.

Oh, who were you kidding. He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy. On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.

Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him. Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that. Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”. Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.

The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you. Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.

“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?” She asked, giggling at him a little. Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.

“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded. You cleared your throat.

“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat. You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him. He grinned down at you.

“Not a problem, kitten,” he said. You made a face.

“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.

“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage. He trailed along behind you.

“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”

“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.

“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it. You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”

“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.

“And you’re short. Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded. You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time. Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.

“Break a leg.” You said to him. “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.

******

You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished. The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors. Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based. You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly. As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself. Of course, Bucky was here. This night couldn’t get worse.

You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now. The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.

“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.

“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you. “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked. You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for that.” Bucky said. “They get clingy after a while.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes. I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.

“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction. I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.” He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.

“Oh, come on. That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.” He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way. You’re actually a virgin?” he asked. You rolled your eyes.

“My sex life is none of your business.” You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.

“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning. He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs. “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”

“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked. “You’ve got to have thought about it. I mean. It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”

“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off. “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room. You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that.” You said, shivering just a little. Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.

“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you. “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.

“Bucky--“

“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.

“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”

“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me. I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little. You bit your lip, looking up at him. In truth, he was right. You had wanted this for so long. You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead. But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people. You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.

“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case. Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly. You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently. He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you. You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his. “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air. You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple. “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear. “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you? Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”

“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back. He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.

“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered. “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Bucky, please—” you begged.

“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned. “Remember that.” He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand. “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…

“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.

“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you. You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

#bisexual!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #rockstar!bucky #drummer!bucky #who gave sebastian stan the right to be this hot #i swear im not usually into drummers but sebastian stan #Bucky and kitten au #innocence kink

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