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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Bo Sinclair X Reader

Part 1 HERE

People wanted a part 2, so here you go!

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars part 2:

What had started with you and some friends trying to get a fan belt for their car and maybe some mild flirting with the man who owned the garage, had all ended in hell breaking loose. Bo had been charming and helpful, you had felt an instant connection to him, the type of connection that soulmates so often talked about.

At first you had been disappointed that he didn't seem to recognise your scars, proving he wasn't your soulmate, but now you were thankful for it. At least you weren't cosmically tied to the man who had just turned and attacked your friends.

He had shot Wade and Carly had disappeared. You had been dragged to a basement beneath the garage and left there, him promising to deal with the rest of the group you came with before returning.

Out of the people you came on the road trip, you only really knew Carly. She was the only one you would truly have to mourn but seeing Wade shot like that and knowing the others were next was undeniably traumatic.

Left alone in the basement, you tried to find a way out but there was only a heavy locked door between you and your freedom. When trying to open it failed, you settled for banging on it and shouting for help. You hoped that some other of Carly's friends would come looking for the three of you when you were gone for so long, maybe they would hear you and you could get out of here.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed, hands becoming bloodied from repeatedly hitting the door, throat becoming sore from shouting. But you were finally interrupted by the sound of a car approaching. You stopped and stepped away from the door, looking up at the ceiling as the car came to a stop.

God, you hoped it was somebody from the camp...

You began to panic as you heard feet descending the stairs outside of the locked door, moving yourself further away from it. You heard the lock clicking before the door was pushed open, Bo stepping into the dimly lit basement.

"Stop banging on the fucking door" Bo snapped, clearly frustrated despite likely not having heard it if he was out in his truck...

You didn't respond but he moved closer and you noticed that he had left the door open. At this point, you had run out of options and had to take every opportunity that presented itself.

You suddenly darted towards the door, trying to pass him, but it was fruitless. Bo quickly caught you, grabbing you by the arms and standing in front of you to further block your path. You thrashed and fought against him but it was no use.

"The others?..." you asked, dread clear in your voice.

"My brother is dealing with them" Bo informed you, like it was nothing.

"...are you going to hurt me?" you were already sure of the answer, you just didn't know what he wanted from you. Why had he left you in the basement rather than just disposing of you like he had done the others.

"No. That would be, quite literally, self destructive" he chuckled darkly. He was too calm, you just knew what he had done to your friends...he had done before.

"What?" you didn't understand his comment.

Bo grabbed your wrist, his bloody hand wrapped completely around the scarring on your wrist, almost like it was instinctual. As he released your other arm, you tried to pull your hand away but his grip was too tight. With his free hand, he pulled up the sleeve his coveralls, revealing scarring that was identical to yours.

You stared at the twisted skin, processing what this meant. You had been right from the beginning when you first saw him, this was your soulmate.

"No...no" you shook your head, trying harder to pull your wrist out of his grasp. You just kept repeated the word 'no' as tears streamed from your eyes. How could you soulmate be somebody who did such awful things.

"Shhh, it's alright" Bo cooed, almost ironically. He continued to shush you as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

Your brain told you that you should be a far away from him as possible, to kick and scream, but his embrace was strange comforting. Of course it was, you were fated to find comfort in his arms. Destined to meet him and love him. The universe wanted you both together, it was meant to be.

Maybe that was why your body began to relax as you cried into his chest, clutching at his coveralls. You hated him, you wanted to hate him, you needed to hate him. Yet, you were destined not too.

Bo kept you held against his chest and you couldn't even find it within yourself to pull away, finding comfort in the source of your pain.

Slowly, the sinking realisation settled. If you were Bo's soulmate, there was no way he was letting you leave. He had already made sure that there was nobody left to tell anyone where you were. If anyone eventually worried about your group going missing, they would assume you all ran off somewhere or eventually decide that you were the next mysterious case of missing people. It was unlikely anyone would track you down to a random, deserted, little town.

"You're home now" Bo whispered into your hair.

You sobbed at the realisation, and yet you clung tighter to him. He just held you tighter.

Bo smirked to himself as he ran a hand over your hair, only to have you shift closer to him. He knew that you hated him but he was confident that would change over time. Just from the way you were acting now, he knew he could win you over, and he knew you wouldn't be leaving him.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up" you didn't respond as he pulled away, grasping your arm before guiding you out of the basement.

He kept hold of your arm as he walked you through Ambrose, towards the house he had taken you too earlier that day. As you were walking along the road, a familiar truck pulled up beside you both, bringing you to a halt.

Lester, the man who had brought you into Ambrose in the first place, hopped out of the truck.

"Everything's cleaned up" he informed Bo before looking at you and grinning. "they're your soulmate?" Bo just nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. "It must be your lucky day" Lester teased his brother, who only rolled his eyes. You frowned a little. Meeting your soulmate was meant to be a good, a lucky, day...unfortunately this had also been one of the worst days of your life.

"Go see how Vincent is doing, alright?" Bo asked, sending his younger brother away.

Lester just rolled his eyes before climbing back into his truck. He had wanted to stick around and get to know his brother's soulmate a bit more, but he understood that you were probably shaken.

Finally, you and Bo returned to his house and he led you into the kitchen, where he sat you down in a chair. You stayed silent, processing, as he washed his hands in the sink, washing the blood away.

Once his hands were clean, he wet a cloth and returned to you, pulling a chair out opposite you before sitting down.

He grasped your hands and you allowed him too, letting him pull them into his lap as he began to wipe away the blood.

"You're in shock and you're angry but you'll come around" Bo sounded sure about that but you supposed he had every right to be, you were his soulmate after all. You had to come around. "You know I can't hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you, right?" he asked and you just nodded. Of course he can't hurt you, it would only be hurting himself. Literally. At least you had that peace of mind.

You watched as he cleaned your hands, it was almost tender. A complete contrast to the cruelty he had treated the rest of your group with.

"Why did you do all this?" you asked quietly when it fell silent.

"I'll explain everything later" Bo promised, knowing he had a lot to explain and that he had to tell you everything. You would find out one way or another.

You just nodded, hanging your head. "Hey, c'mon now, the worst is over" he reassured you, lifting a hand to wipe a tear from under your eye with his thumb. "I know this probably ain't how you expected to meet your soulmate but you're gonna be just fine, darlin'" he did sound genuinely sympathetic, at least to some extent.

Removing his hand from your face, Bo stood from his chair, going to drop the now bloodied rag into the sink.

You weren't sure what came over you but you quickly grabbed his hand, stilling him. You just felt safer, the closer he was. A instinctual part of you wanted him to remain close, as if it didn't understand the nuance of the situation. He seemed a little surprised but turned to you expectantly.

"How did you get those scars?" you asked. Something you had wondered all your life.

"You still feel bad for me?" Bo asked, almost sarcastically, like he couldn't imagine you having any sympathy for him anymore.

"You were a child...I would never blame you for that" you shook your head.

"...I'll tell you later, okay? When you actually want to talk to me" Bo promised. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it again, knowing he was right. How could you talk to him about something like that after what he just did? You shouldn't have even asked.

You reluctantly released his hand, letting him dispose of the cloth.

You didn't want to admit it but you knew that eventually you would want to talk to him, that your fated connection would become much stronger than your determination to hate him for the horrible things he has done. There would come a day when you simply...didn't care anymore, and you would want him by your side despite it all.

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jingabitch · 3 years

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Asmodeus

SUMMARY: While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon.

PAIRING: Namjoon x witch!reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: demons and witches and stuff, dirty sex in a graveyard, oral sex (f receiving), plot twist, kinda dark-ish?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: banner by @kookspierogis, beta-ed by @hesperantha, inspired by an ask by @wwilloww. Hope you guys enjoy it (and appreciate that I actually managed to get this out well before my scheduled deadline!).

You pulled your jacket more tightly around your body and hitched your backpack up slightly, looking behind your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being followed. This graveyard gave you the creeps, and you really didn’t know why you’d agreed to do this in the middle of the night. Was joining this coven really that important? Couldn’t you have attempted to summon a demon somewhere indoors and, most importantly, warm?

Sighing at your earlier self for making such poor decisions, you watched as your breath fogged up in front of you. “Jesus,” you muttered. Maybe you should just get this done as quickly as possible, so you could go back home and snuggle up under your warm duvet.

Finally reaching the small clearing in the middle of the cemetery, you stared up at the imposing griffin statue for a second before walking up to it and putting your backpack on the ground, leaning it against the base of the statue and kneeling down to take the necessary items out. Your grandmother’s grimoire, the candles, the ceremonial dagger.

It was so cold that your fingers were frozen, making it difficult to get the candles out of their plastic wrapper. Cursing, you blew on your hands and rubbed them together before picking up the package to try again.

Placing the five candles in a circle, you stepped into the middle and opened the book to the right page. “Why are all the summoning spells in ancient Latin?” you wondered to yourself, before kneeling on the ground and placing the book down in front of you.

As you chanted the first line of the spell, you felt the power start flowing through your veins, hot and electric, and placed your palm against the ground. As soon as your hand made contact, you clenched your teeth against the strange feeling of the magic leaving your body, shooting into the ground in the direction of the candles, which lit up immediately.

It was a windy night, but that didn’t matter, because the flames were fueled by your magic. A pentagram with the five points marked out by the candles began to glow on the ground, enclosed within a circle.

Lifting your palm off the ground, you refocused your attention on the spell in the book, picking up the knife by your side for the blood sacrifice. You would have to slice your palm open and drip a few drops of blood into the middle of the pentagram to bind your soul to the demon.

Before you could start chanting again, however, you heard the telltale rustling sound of leaves crunching underfoot, and whipped your head around. As you turned, you caught sight of someone standing behind you, staring down at you.

“What are you doing here?” you snapped, trying to hide your panic and shock.

He shrugged. “I could ask you the same question,” he pointed out, drawing closer.

Your mind kicked into overdrive, trying to find some rational explanation that wouldn’t lead to you being kicked out of the graveyard or arrested or sent to a mental facility.

“Giving a prayer to my grandparents,” you offered. It was a piss-poor excuse, and you knew it, but it was too late to do anything but double down. “They were really spiritual.”

He raised a brow at you.

“Anyway,” you continued defensively, “what are you doing here?” By which, of course, you meant, how had you missed him?

He stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight, and your breath caught in your throat. Holy hell, how had you missed the fact that he was beautiful? Tall and broad, wearing a long black coat over a black turtleneck which contrasted against his ash grey hair. The coat wasn’t buttoned up, and you could see the YSL logo next to the buckle of his belt.

“Paying my respects,” he said vaguely. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

You stood up, compelled somehow by his gaze. “Y/n,” you introduced yourself against your better judgement. When it came to creeps in graveyards at midnight, you could never be too careful, you’d always thought, and yet your mouth had betrayed you before you could think it through.

He was just so beautiful it was disconcerting. Growing up around other witches, you’d never really been around men all that much, and you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself

“You shouldn’t be hanging around places like these late at night, you know,” he cautioned. His voice was soft and low, pleasing to the ears. You strained to hear more of it.

He stepped closer still, until he stopped right outside the circle you’d marked out with your candles. “You never know who’s going to be around.”

“Like you?” you shot back breathlessly. The moonlight reflected off his fair skin, making him all but glow in the darkness of the night.

The half-smirk he gave you was sinister, dark and dangerous. It should scare you, but instead you felt arousal coil in your lower belly.

“Exactly like me,” he agreed easily. He smiled at you, showing off his dimples.

“You don’t look very dangerous,” you observed.

“Well, maybe you should take a closer look, then,” he invited with a shrug.

Step out of the pentagram? You hesitated for a moment. One of the first things you’d been taught when you started learning magic was never to do that – the pentagram was the only thing that protected you from the demon you were summoning. Outside of it, the balance of power shifted dramatically.

But Namjoon raised his hand, palm out, for you, and before you knew it, your hand was in his and you let him pull you out of the pentagram. “You mean like this?” you asked as you slung your other arm around his shoulders.

You thought you saw his eyes flash, but dismissed it as a trick of the light in the second before his lips descended on yours. “No, I meant like this,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped shut immediately as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips moving against yours. It had been so long since you’d been kissed, and never like this. Never with such skill and dexterity. His hands crept up your abdomen under your shirt, and even though they should have been cold, his fingers were deliciously warm, making you want to press yourself against him like a cat.

He backed you up into the base of the statue, crowding close and pressing the hard rod of his erection into your belly as he towered over you. It should have been menacing, but everything was, instead, endlessly titillating.

“You like that?” he said in a low, raspy voice that tied your stomach in knots. “You do, don’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to answer, but he certainly didn’t need you to reply verbally. Not when the way you mewled as you tried to get closer to him, sliding your hands greedily into his coat, told him everything he needed to know.

Witches were always so easy. These closed communities of all-female witches meant it was difficult for them to have their needs met, and they were consequently easy pickings for any man who happened to set his eyes on them. Really, he thought, you’d think that after so many years, they’d have wised up to the pitfalls of the coven structure, but it appeared not.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he promised darkly, the sound making heat pool in your lower belly as you clenched on yourself, uncomfortably aware of how empty you felt. His fingers trailed down your abdomen now, in the opposite direction from before, headed for the button on your jeans.

You barely registered the fact that he was pushing you back gently until your back hit the base of the statue, knocking the air out of your lungs. He crowded close, pressing you back into it, towering over you with his broad frame. One of his hands pushed your sweater up, bunching the fabric under your arms, while his other undid the button on your jeans, sneaking his fingers into your panties.

He didn’t bother to hide his satisfaction, letting out a small noise and lifting his head to smirk down at you. “You’re so wet,” he purred, running his fingers along your slit. With a precision that seemed almost inhuman, he found your clit, rubbing his slickened fingers across it.

A choked moan forced its way out of you as you threw your head back against the cool marble of the statue’s base, your eyes fluttering shut as you rocked your hips into his fingers.

The feeling of him withdrawing his hand from your panties was so objectionable that you opened your eyes, making a sound of indignation. All fight automatically left you, however, when you saw him sucking on his fingers, staring you down with hooded eyes. “I want to taste it from the source,” he told you, his voice deep.

Holding back a shudder, you nodded. “Yeah, we can definitely do that,” you managed, your voice shaky.

He leaned down to kiss you, then started trailing kisses down your neck, before kneeling. Your eyes wide, you watched him get on his knees as you started pulling your sweater down, back over your body.

“Don’t,” he said, a steely undercurrent in his voice that sent a little shiver down your spine. The glint in his eyes let you know that he meant business. Still, despite being mid-hook up with a random stranger in a graveyard – you stared down the neat rows of tombstones – you hadn’t taken complete leave of your senses.

“It’s cold,” you protested with a pout.

“Don’t worry,” he told you. His voice oozed with confidence. “You won’t get cold.”

You were about to say more, but he silenced you with a stern look. With a sigh, you acquiesced, lifting the shirt back up as you leaned your head back against the statue. You were going to catch your death out here, you thought mournfully, staring up at the full, round, white moon. Hopefully he’d at least get you to the little death first.

He ripped your jeans and panties down your legs, knocking off one of your sneakers carelessly as he did so. Your clothes remained bunched around the other ankle, in what surely was the most undignified position you’d ever been in.

Then his tongue touched your body, and as you stiffened and squeaked in surprise, all of those thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing that mattered to you was how talented he was with the appendage, and you adjusted your stance to give him greater access.

Namjoon lapped at your slit with long, broad strokes, bumping your clit every time. You rocked your hips slightly to get more friction, and he reacted by holding your hips still with his strong, big hands, making the thought that he must be the devil flash across your mind in frustration. Then he shifted closer, using his broad shoulders to open your legs wider, and placed his mouth on your pussy, and that last shred of coherent thought left the chat.

The hand holding your sweater up drifted slightly, your fingers ducking into the cup of your bra to circle your nipple as your thumb stayed hooked under the cozy knit material. Your other hand slid down your bare abdomen before your fingers threaded themselves through his hair just to have something to hold on to as he relentlessly attacked your clit.

“Mmf, fuck,” you mumbled around a lock of hair that had fallen into your mouth with all the thrashing around you were doing. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing mattered but Namjoon and his wonderful, awful tongue. Tears squeezed out of your eyes, which were tightly shut, running down the sides of your face.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you as he detached for a second to catch his breath, using his thumb to rub over your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. “You’re close, aren’t you? Come for me like a good girl,” he said slightly breathlessly before once more ducking his head to your core.

Helplessly, you obeyed, your entire body seizing up as you clenched around his fingers, rocking your hips against him as you rode out your orgasm.

When it was over, you slumped limply against the marble statue, blinking up at him with slightly blurry vision as he rose to his full height. In the pale, weak light of the full moon, his cheeks and chin gleamed. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, instead grinning down at you as he braced his weight on the statue, his hands on either side of your shoulders.

“Good girl,” he purred as he leaned in to kiss you. You tilted your head up automatically to receive his kiss, uncaring of the fact that you could taste yourself on his lips. As he slid his tongue against yours sensuously, you eagerly reached to unbutton his trousers. With a chuckle, he leaned back to give you more space, but didn’t otherwise help you.

You were so distracted trying to get into his pants that you didn’t notice how warm your fingers were. You still had full mobility, contrary to your expectations that you’d be frozen solid by now, after his insistence that you expose yourself to the elements the way he’d ordered you to.

Then your hands were full of dick, and you moaned in unison. You would have been more embarrassed about that had your body not been thrumming with arousal still. It had just been so long since you’d touched a man. Training to become a witch didn’t leave you with much free time or access, after all.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he continued praising you, his voice gone raspy as you stroked him. You were about to get on your knees to return the favour, but he stopped you, instead hoisting you up and pressing you against the statue. There was a vague sense of being pinned like an insect, but the thought vanished like so many had tonight the moment you felt him pressing, hot and hard, against you.

Then you felt your softness yield to him as he pushed into you, sliding deep into you with a grunt. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase along his shoulders, but the solid wool coat resisted. The cashmere of his sweater brushed against your skin, and although it was the softest, most luxurious sweater you’d ever felt, it was almost abrasive, reminding you that although you were pretty much fully exposed, he was still completely clothed.

Your head tipped back helplessly. You felt so incredibly full, the stretch riding the line between pleasure and pain. Namjoon, in response, bent his head to the exposed skin of your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses to the sensitive flesh that turned into sucking.

“Namjoon,” you gasped, and he lifted his head to look down at you. For a split second, it seemed like his irises were glowing red, but he blinked and then it was gone, and you dismissed it as a trick of the light. Your paranoia and discomfort from earlier must have seeped into your subconscious somehow. Ridiculous, really, since as a witch, you were probably the thing to be feared the most in the graveyard tonight.

His hand came up, long fingers stretching around the column of your neck.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. The unexpectedly possessive statement should have alarmed you. After all, he was a random stranger you’d met in dubious circumstances, even if you were currently getting to know each other on a very intimate level. Instead of uneasiness, however, his declaration only served to egg you on more, the rightness of it all settling deep within your bones.

Simultaneously, he pulled his hips back and then thrust into you again, bumping your clit with his pelvis.

“Yesss,” you groaned, although you weren’t sure if it was in response to his words or his actions. How was it possible for a man to be this good with his hips? The few sexual encounters you’d had before this had been fumbling, awkward and ultimately, you’d thought after, not worth it. Namjoon was like a whole different species.

He seemed to enjoy your enthusiastic approval, if the satisfied smirk he shot you was any indication. His body moved like a lithe, well-oiled machine, his arms hitching you up slightly higher to adjust the angle as he slammed into you. There would definitely be bruises on your hips from where they were hitting the marble, but it would be so worth it.

Helpless moans and yelps filled the air. As wrecked as you were, the only indication you had that he was feeling the same way was the way his breaths puffed against your neck. He seemed completely composed otherwise, keeping up a stream of filth murmured into your ear, so lewd it made even you blush.

There was no way, you thought, hurtling towards your second orgasm of the night, that he was a regular man. This level of prowess… it had to be something else.

As your moans reached a crescendo, Namjoon growled again, a delicious sound to your ears. You felt his mouth open slightly against your neck and felt the press of his teeth, but you were distracted and dismissed it as him taking in a gulp of air.

A second later, he struck. His teeth sank so deeply into your flesh that blunt human teeth couldn’t have done it. You should have been terrified, should have pushed him away and run screaming, but instead – completely bizarrely – the searing pain pushed you over the precipice. You came harder than you ever had in your life, the sensations so strong that they teetered on the fine line between pleasure and pain.

When the wave finally ebbed, you sagged against the marble of the statue, your arms loosening around Namjoon’s neck. He was approaching his own orgasm, you could feel it from the way his hips stuttered against yours. Thankfully, he’d removed his teeth from your neck, although he continued lapping haphazardly at the wound.

Exhausted, you marshalled the last of your strength to straighten up. “Come on,” you urged, stroking the back of his neck. Sweat was dripping down it and into his collar, you noted absently. When he finally released into you, it was a relief for the both of you.

In the wake of everything, you both slumped against the statue. The air felt almost eerily still and quiet after everything that had transpired before, and awkwardness started setting in.

Slightly uncomfortable now, you wriggled to be let down, and he acquiesced, stepping away to give you some room. You immediately began tugging on your clothes, trying to put yourself back to rights and studiously avoiding eye contact with him.

“Well,” you said in a voice that seemed entirely too loud, piercing through the silence that had settled over the graveyard. “That was fun.”

“Yes,” he said in a slightly amused voice. “I hope you don’t make a habit of this, though.”

Frowning, you raised your head to glare at him. “And what if I do?” you asked slightly irritably. You weren’t really in the mood to be judged for a random hookup by the man who’d just been railing you into next week.

He shrugged, raising his hands up placatingly. You turned away from him and bent to pick up your things. There was no way you were summoning a demon tonight, you thought. Your concentration was shot to hell, and your energy was all over the place. You’d have to try again tomorrow night.

Namjoon perched on a gravestone nearby, the disrespect of him sitting so cavalierly on someone’s headstone making you cringe internally. “I’ll see you around, I guess,” he said, watching you pack your things.

“Uh, yeah…” you said, your voice betraying your confusion. Who was in the habit of continuing to meet their random hookups? You knew it was probably one of those polite platitudes people exchanged, but the way he’d said it was different, like he really did mean it.

Namjoon laughed at your tone. “You didn’t think you’d escape me that easily, did you?” he asked, standing up. His hands were in his pockets as he walked towards you, looking completely nonchalant. Leaning in, he raised his hand to your neck, running his thumb over the bite mark he’d left. His face was so close to yours that for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead, he looked you directly in the eyes. “You’re mine now, after all,” he purred, as his eyes flashed red again.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart started pounding again, although for an entirely different reason this time. This was definitely not a trick of the light, and now that your brain wasn’t so clouded, all the little warning signs you’d dismissed earlier came back to mind.

“Who are you?” you breathed, trying to stop the tremor in your voice.

He chuckled and stepped away from you.

“My name is Namjoon,” he told you, shrugging. As he turned and started walking away into the darkness, though, he called over his shoulder, “But you might know me better by my title, Asmodeus.”

Shocked, you slapped your hand over the bite mark, staring at him as the fog swallowed his tall, lithe figure up. Asmodeus, the demon of lust. So you had managed to summon a demon after all. And, it seemed, a high-ranking one.

Running your fingers over the bite mark, you couldn’t stop the satisfaction from bleeding through you. As a disciple of Asmodeus, you were sure to rise through the ranks of the coven in no time.

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yunatheintrovert · 3 years

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shot through the heart (and you’re to blame) | Chapter 3 [Russell Adler/Female Bell!Reader Soulmate AU]

As you listened to the familiar gradual crescendo of Morning Mood overlap with the regular hiss of your oxygen mask, you looked around the darkly lit interior of the C-130. Red netting that comprised the seats stood out starkly against the dark interior. It was certainly uncomfortable but nothing you haven’t dealt with before.

Aside from the several MI6 operatives sent as support for the operation, Belikov and Sims were seated next to you while Adler was seated across from you with some files in hand. Although, you didn’t know how he could read them in the darkly lit cabin while also having sunglasses on.

You almost wished you brought sunglasses like Adler always did. The harsh desert sunlight was going to be quite the shock. But you were never sure how the hell he kept those things on his head. He somehow managed to do that in Cuba.

Speaking of the man…

“How does he do that?” you asked lowly, well as quietly as you could in the cabin of a C-130 Hercules with an oxygen mask on and a walkman blaring Morning Mood, “I always see him with a cigarette yet he’s doing fine up here.”

“Doc?” Sims replied before adding, “He knows how to handle hypoxia. Hell, he was one of the first in our unit to go through with HALO jumping in its experimental days.”

You recalled that from your “memories” of being on Adler’s team in MACV-SOG. That did come up once in a conversation. Although, like everything else that “happened” in Vietnam, it was foggy.

Truth be told, you were a bit envious.

Adler could be a chain smoker and take only a quick breather with the oxygen mask while you and the rest of the team had to breathe through an oxygen mask for most of the flight to flush out nitrogen in the body.

You must have trailed off into your thoughts at one point as you felt an elbow nudge you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at Sims only to notice the very topic of your idle thoughts staring at you.

You stared at him for several moments before simply blinking. You were too tired and hungry for this especially after Lazar spent a whole 30 minutes talking with Sims about quarter pound burgers...

“Anything I can help you with, sir?” you asked tiredly. You saw his hands move minutely as if he wanted to take a drag from a non-existent cigarette.

Habit, you thought vaguely. Military plane transport rides must be quite annoying to him since he couldn’t smoke in the military transport.

“I had a friend in Vietnam,” Adler began abruptly with his voice taking that familiar turn you heard before, “His canopy got tangled after a collision with one of our own during terminal. He ended up in the treetops. Alive though that wasn’t a damn mercy.”

...Really at this point, you weren’t sure if Adler was conducting psychological warfare on you or not.

“...that’s uh unfortunate,” you said awkwardly, not quite sure of what exactly to say to that story.

Especially since the very thought of crashing like Adler’s buddy was something you were trying to keep off your mind.

You really were just too tired for a sudden story time with Adler, especially since you couldn’t figure out his angle like this. You’ve pulled all-nighters before back in your desk job at Langley but you had caffeine. Coffee had not been offered in the outpost and most of the team was going through caffeine withdrawal...hard.

Well, Belikov was fine considering how he primarily drank tea in the morning but you and Sims on the other hand...

“I wasn’t finished,” Adler stated before adding as if simply stating a fact, “His radio wasn’t working. He was alone and panicking. You won’t.”

Oh .

“...Understood.” was all you could quietly say as you turned your head to the side, suddenly finding the cargo box of M16s to be quite interesting.

Perhaps if you had a heavy dose of caffeine, you’d have come with a more clever response to Adler's apparent vote of confidence or...support? You really didn’t know.

Things really did seem simpler the last time you were on his team.

Regardless, as you heard the pilots announce over the intercom about the approach to the drop zone, you couldn’t help but feel steadier.

It was time.

Watching in a trance

The crew is certain

Nothing left to chance

All is working

Trying to relax

“Bell, my friend!” Belikov said rather cheerily while adjusting the straps of his harness as if he wasn’t just about to jump from a plane 30,000 ft in the air, “You ready for this?”

“...You’ll get my life insurance benefits.”

And really that was an answer in and of itself.

All that earned you was an amused laugh by Belikov and a slap on the back as he cheerily said, “Just aim for the bushes!”

As you chuckled at his jest, you vaguely noted that your own harness was a little too loose as it had shifted from the simple action.

Up in the capsule

"Send me up a drink."

Jokes Major Tom

The count goes on...

“There is always the reserve parachute, да?” The light-heartedness in his voice made you couldn’t help but relax minutely. Although, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling that had nagged at you since the start of the plane ride.

There were numerous possible scenarios where the reserve chute failed that ran through your mind at that moment: mispacking, entanglement of both the main and reserve parachutes, premature activation of the AAD...

And really it wasn’t quite the possibility of death that scared you as much as it was surviving a bad fall and dealing with the injuries...and the health insurance afterwards.

The medical bills for the gunshot wound courtesy of Adler nearly made you go broke.

“Well, at least I’ll die to the sound of Major Tom. There’s worse ways to die.” you murmured to yourself with Belikov looking curiously at you.

But all you did was simply nod at Belikov as you busied yourself with getting the harness properly fitted to your form.

Like Lazar, the man always had a way of lightening things.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sounding of the alarm. You noticed the light at the ramp turned to yellow for standby.

The pilots were about to give the go-ahead for the drop.

As you fell into line with the other operatives of the operation field team on standby near the ramp, you fidgeted with the straps of the oxygen mask on your head as well as the harness before checking the jump bottle attached to your harness.

“Alright, guys,” Adler curtly said, “You know the drill. Keep the formation tight. I don’t want to see anyone trekking through the desert for miles to get to the satellite site.”

Somehow, you felt that last bit was directed at you with how the man’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before looking over at the others.

And you could tell the others felt the same way. The MI6 members were already looking at you as if you were the “problem child” of the group.

Truthfully, you expected that, considering your rather...notable past even though you could only recall a handful of memories from it at best.

If there was a bit of a bounce in your step as you lined up with your assigned group formation at the ramp, well you certainly weren’t going to pay no mind to the looks it may garner.

You were going to be jumping out of an airplane at 30,000 ft while listening to Major Tom.

Fewer pleasures in life , you told yourself.

With a beep over the plane’s intercom system and the switch to the green light, the first cracks of painfully bright sunlight streamed into the dark interior of the plane.

The glare of the desert sun only got more intense as the ramp fully unloaded. You could see the cloudless, clear blue skies and yellow sand dunes being akin to small yellow hills in the distance down below.

As you followed the MI16 operative in front of you to the now open ramp, you took a deep, steadying breath through your oxygen mask.

It was time.

You secured the glasses on your face as you motioned silently with your free hand, signalling the countdown of Major Tom to yourself.

And on a wing and a prayer, you let yourself just fall .

Earth below us

Drifting, falling

Floating weightless

Calling, calling home…

You could feel your heartbeat thudding in your chest as your stomach dropped. The adrenaline rush was similar to your previous jumps.

Although, you didn’t quite feel this...giddy.

Looking down, you read the marked dials of your altimeter at your wrist.

29,500 ft.

All you had to do was follow the “leader” or rather navigator in this case and make sure the parachute was deployed. If shit hit the fan, well...there was always your automatic activation device to deploy the main or reserve parachutes.

You vaguely noticed the sharp hiss of the oxygen mask as you took each and every breath became louder and louder.

Even as the low music in your headset- secured by your helmet -played the verses of Major Tom , you could still hear the whistling of the wind in your ears.

“Approaching drop zone.” you heard the navigator’s voice come over the radio. As you listened to the confirmations over the radio by the other operatives, you shook your head idly. The whistling of the wind was triggering the ringing in your ears apparently.

Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit

Stabilizers up, running perfect

Starting to collect requested data

"What will it effect, when all is done?"

Thinks Major Tom

You looked down at your altimeter yet again only to see a blur of red, orange, and blue at your wrist-

And suddenly, there was a flash of light before your eyes.

Back at ground control

There is a problem

"Go to rockets full."

Not responding

"Hello Major Tom

Are you receiving?

Turn the thrusters on

We're standing by."

There's no reply

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You vaguely registered the static of the radio in your ears.

“We’ve got a job to do, Bell-”

“Wake the hell up!”

You blinked. Why the hell was Adler calling you on the radio like that? You had only blinked for a split second-

And then you looked down at your altimeter.

4,000 ft.

What...what the hell-

“ Your main chute is fucked, kid. You need to do a cutaway with your hook knife-” Yes...your hook knife. You reached over to the harness straps where you pulled the hook knife out from the pocket there.

“Yes, good, now cut the lines.”

You blinked.

There...there were a lot of lines.

Almost like that of a cat’s cradle game...

“Bell, focus.”

You were already sawing away at the tangled white lines of your main parachute. They were twisted so at least you sawed several out in one go-

“2,000 ft.”

“...sir...I uh dropped my hook knife.” you said hazily with a sheepish laugh.

“Then use your other knife.”

Oh .

“Yessir.”

It really was supposed to be simple. But really reaching for the knife in your thigh holster was an awkward affair when falling at terminal velocity.

You brought your knee closer up to yourself as you reached for the knife. Suddenly, you felt the world spin-

“Bell, you’re going sideways. Get the knife. Now.”

You felt the firm handle of the knife as you quickly brought it up to the lines above you and dragged the edge across the parachute cord lines.

“1,000 ft. Hurry the fuck up, Bell. Your AAD will deploy at any second now.”

Your AAD...oh fuck .

How the hell had you forgotten about that...

4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us Drifting, falling Floating weightless Calling, calling home...

On a hope and prayer, you sliced through the last remaining line and just prayed that the reserve chute wouldn’t get entangled on the main parachute you had just cut away.

700 ft.

Belikov , you thought with resignation, I sure hope you get my life insurance benefits .

And just like that, you felt like a Soviet heavy soldier had just suckerpunched you with a cinderblock.

Across the stratosphere A final message: "Give my wife my love." Then nothing more

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You stared down at the-relatively-solid ground beneath you. The grains of sand were hot to the touch even as you wore gloves.

Were you dead…?

Suddenly, you felt a hand wrench away the oxygen mask you wore. You looked up into the blazing sun only to squint and see a dark figure.

There was the distinct smell of nicotine and smoke…

“Sir?” you asked only to see a large gloved hand holding a dark grey oxygen mask and shoving it onto your face.

“Breathe.”

It wasn’t a request.

You took a deep breath, hearing the hiss of oxygen and finally registering the ending notes of Major Tom . Wait, the next song was about to begin-

You shot to your feet, pulling the mask away from your face and handing it back to Adler.

“I’m fine,” you swore fervently with a perhaps bit too forced of a smile.

Sure, you were a bit dazed.

But that was just the adrenaline working its magic, right?

You unclipped the bag attached to your waist and quickly got out your XM4 with the magazine loaded and ready after two trusty taps on your helmet.

“You’re experiencing decompression sickness right now, kid.” Adler sighed. You couldn’t help but wince at that slightly.

You had disappointed him. Although, you had warned him about your inexperience with HALO jumping.

“Just do overwatch for the operation at the cliff side.”

You opted to just obediently nod.

You’d keep overwatch over the site unless the marked targets were secured and destroyed by the marked time designations.

If that wasn’t the case...well you always had your good ol’ trusty C4 in your bag.

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As it would turn out, things became a shitshow.

Apparently Perseus supplied their hired DGI soldiers with more aid than expected. The team had come into the site expecting all kinds of things. Assault helicopters, spy planes, artillery-

But not radio jammers .

Well, there was Plan B…

But you hadn’t seen the signal for it yet.

And so you turned off your radio, no longer wanting to hear the crackling static of it all.

Looking down the scope of your XM4 rifle, you decided to finally resume playing your Walkman.

Sun is shinin' in the sky

There ain't a cloud in sight

It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play

And don't you know

It's a beautiful new day, hey hey

Humming the merry little tune lightly to yourself, you fired several shots in a short burst through the skull of a DGI soldier emerging from the small canyon where the satellite had crashed. The body crumpled to the ground and you saw a shadow dart away from the entrance to the canyon. That was the tenth one you sniped down so far-

Your thoughts were cut short by the sight of blue smoke contrasting sharply against the yellow sand dunes.

Plan B it was then , you mused to yourself.

Runnin' down the avenue

See how the sun shines brightly in the city

On the streets where once was pity

Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey hey

Electric Light Orchestra’s Mr. Blue Sky graced your ears under the clear blue skies of Angola as you soon descended down to the canyon floor. Your gloved hands tightly gripped the ropes.

The last thing you needed was to make another abrupt fall and land on your ass.

As you let go of the ropes and fell the remaining several feet to the floor, you scanned your surroundings. The rocks to your left were a good cover in case the enemy tried to flank or ambush you.

Although, you couldn’t afford to play defense at the moment.

Plant the C4 and get the hell out of dodge, you told yourself.

Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why

You had to hide away for so long (so long)

Where did we go wrong?

However, even the best laid plans were burned away by the fog of war.

And just as you finally arrived at the designated Zone A of the KH-9 satellite crash site, yours were stomped to pieces by all too familiar steps.

Well, shiitake .

It was your worst kind of enemy.

A Heavy.

Now, you could just waste an entire magazine trying to shoot that impossibly sturdy bucket off their head. But that would give away your position, expose you to those damn concussion grenades, and deplete your ammo.

Hence why you decided on the only rational thing to do.

You were going to kill that buckethead with your trusty 7-inch bowie knife.

Hey you with the pretty face

Welcome to the human race

A celebration, Mr. Blue Sky's up there waitin'

And today is the day we've waited for

With a light whistle from your lips, you heard the Heavy’s footsteps approach your location.

Just like Belikov taught , you thought as you readied your Magnum, cocking the hammer back.

The large shadow cast from their figure was already past your hiding place behind the rock.

They walked closer and closer until you could see the heavily armored plates protecting their legs walking past you.

And then you took the shot.

There was a muffled, strangled cry of pain from the DGI Heavy as they staggered back from the shot. You took advantage of the momentum by lunging from behind, sinking the bowie knife deep into the narrow gap between the helmet and the neck.

The height difference made it somewhat difficult but you could deal with it.

Hey there Mr. Blue

We're so pleased to be with you

Look around see what you do

Everybody smiles at you

That small fleshy opening was just enough for you to sink your knife several inches in.

You were quite sure you nicked the carotid artery.

But that wasn’t nearly a quick enough death.

Still, you didn’t have time to go for a second strike. A short burst of gunfire erupted from their LMG. You ducked back under the cover of the rock that really was just getting obliterated by the LMG fire.

You silently counted. It wouldn’t take long for them to be forced to reload and throw a concussion grenade your way.

They always did that.

It was simply protocol that came from training.

And you would use that against them.

Mr. Blue, you did it right

But soon comes Mr. Night creepin' over

Now his hand is on your shoulder

Never mind I'll remember you this

I'll remember you this way

And true as church bells rang on Sundays, you heard the rapid fire of the LMG die down and you fired a quick round from your Magnum at the Heavy before lunging.

This time, you didn’t half-ass it.

Large hands were already heavy punches at your ribs but your padded combat vest absorbed most of the blows. Not stopping your momentum, you forced the bowie knife in through the same fleshy gap. This time though, it was a frontal attack.

You felt the knife enter smoothly into the neck until it hit resistance in the muscle protecting the jugular vein and then you just twisted it. There was a choking gurgling sound erupting from the Heavy’s throat as you felt the hands now grappling at your shoulders squeeze painfully before relaxing.

You severed their jugular and carotid artery.

It was only when you withdrew the knife from the neck of the Heavy that you noticed the wet feeling on your eyelashes as you blinked. You rubbed at your eyes with the back of your glove. You stared down at the crimson stain on the fabric when you pulled your hand back.

Your hands never really were clean.

With a sigh, you stood up from straddling the dead body and set your knife in its sheath at your thigh.

You still had to plant that C4-

And that’s when you heard it.

That all too familiar beeping sound.

It had been nearly instinct for you to simply drop to the ground and partially roll the still heavily-armored corpse of the Heavy to face you, shielding you from the direction the inevitable detonation was going to come from.

Of course like clockwork, the beeping stopped.

Hey there Mr. Blue (sky)

We're so pleased to be with you (sky)

Look around see what you do (blue)

Everybody smiles at you-

(And you proceeded to see stars in your vision as you felt what seemed to be a cannonball slam into you.)

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“Bloody hell! Are you okay?” you heard an accented voice ask above you.

It was one of those MI6 field agents sent as support for the operation.

“Yeah,” you murmured hazily, blinking away the blotches of color and stars still littering your vision, “I...uh should have paid more attention.”

You didn’t quite know how you missed one of the operatives planting C4 at Zone A. They must have been stealthy about it while you were in the middle of stabbing a Heavy repeatedly in the neck.

“Sorry about that, mate. I got a bit overzealous with the C4. We’re about to head to exfil.” the operative offered out his arm to you which you quickly took. Your balance was still wobbly as you could hear the deafening ringing in your ears drown out whatever songs your Walkman was playing.

Speaking of your Walkman, you looked down at it worriedly only to sigh in relief.

Miraculously, it hadn’t taken severe damage. Nothing not unrepairable.

That was good.

You could heal from bruises, concussions, and whatever the hell was thrown at you. But you couldn’t replace this Walkman.

You idly looked down to see the corpse of the Heavy you had taken down. The armor had gotten large fragments but it looked like the corpse was still intact. With a glance at the retreating MI6 agent, you knelt down quickly, pulling away the armor from the corpse.

Only a select few got to wear this kind of heavy duty armor. It was a privilege due to the sheer expensiveness and maintenance costs of the armor plates.

Patting down the corpse, you felt a familiar rectangular shape in one of the pockets on the corpse’s vest. Pulling it out, you found that it was-

...a cassette tape?

‘ Миллион алых роз ’ was written on the white label on the cassette tape.

Your musings were cut short by the crackling of the radio at your waist. The radio jammers must have been destroyed by now.

“If I were you, I’d get to exfil now, Bell. Doc’s waiting for you.”

You sighed.

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to face disappointment at how little you contributed to the operation or how you intervened in the operation after the radio jammers went off.

Either one wasn’t good.

Story Time With Adler it was, you thought hazily. At least, you liked his voice. There was just an assuredness and husky tone to his voice that was pleasant to listen to…

And with that idle thought in mind, you hurriedly made your way to exfil, trying not to trip on the rocks on the way there with your still wobbly sense of balance.

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“ Bell.” was all the man in question had to say. He took a drag of his cigarette in the helicopter as you reluctantly grabbed the offered oxygen mask in hand and took a deep breath from it.

After breathing in and out for several seconds, you took off the oxygen mask and smiled with widened eyes as you gave a thumbs up gesture to the man across from you. Maybe you were exaggerating a bit too much but you really did want him to get off your back regarding the matter of oxygen.

It hadn’t helped you much back during the HALO jump apparently.

Perhaps, he’d buy into it-

“Bell, it’s oxygen, not cocaine.”

...or maybe not…

And so you resigned yourself to spending the next several hours wearing an oxygen mask while Adler watched you like a hawk while taking drags of his cigarette.

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thevodkadidthis · 4 years

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Hickeys and Sharpies.

Pairing: Female!Reader x Professor!Sebastian. College AU. Warning(s): some light smut, cussing, age gap and fluff(?) Word Count: 2.2K words Summary: when a supposedly one-night stands ends up with a twist. Note: some 3am ideas came in mind, lmao. pardon me for being t h i s lame, hope you like this anyway!

Cursing for what felt like the hundredth time even though you just got up from bed, you quickly paced around the room to pick up the discarded clothes that are scattered on the floor. You glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table and frowned upon seeing that you are already a few minutes late for the first period.

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you contemplated whether you should take a bath or run for class. Apparently, you still reek of alcohol, a bit of sweat and a bit of him. “Fuck it.” You muttered under your breath and went for the latter idea. You settled in wearing a printed over-sized shirt and denim pants, spraying a bit of perfume to try and hide the absence of a decent bath. You tried to comb your hair and fixed your appearance in front of the mirror. After a couple of attempts, you finally breathed a satisfied sigh and went on to attend the first period.

You didn’t want to be late, especially now that you are supposed to meet the new teacher for Linguistics. Throughout the trip to the campus, you couldn’t help but to visualize the things that had occurred the previous night, while trying not to mind the growing headache on both sides of your head.

Feeling reckless and adventurous, you and your friends decided to drink in a club that is a bit far from the dormitories, a bit far from the campus—to try and meet new people, and to try things out in other places. One of your friends recommended a certain place, and as you arrive at the front, you could already see the neon lights and other bright lights that seemed to shoot into the sky. You felt a wave of excitement in your gut as you entered the place; a crowd of dancing people drenched in sweat welcomed you, loud music boomed and reverberated from all places in the darkly-lit room. A friend immediately approached the bar and called all of you for a round of shots, tequila is always the best starter for a fun night, you thought, as you downed 3 shots of it. Quickly aiding the burn in your throat with a slice of lemon and salt that sits on the counter, you winced and closed your eyes as the familiar sensation caused by the alcohol slowly creep its way into your skin, and into your bones. Feeling a bit loosened up, you dragged one person from your group and headed to the center for a dance when one of your favorite songs plays. You swayed your hips and bobbed your head to the beat of the music. There were a couple of boys who started to dance around you yet you paid no mind, all of them looked wasted and shit-faced—you didn’t want that. After a couple of minutes, you approached the bar for another drink. Wiping the droplets of sweat that formed in your forehead, you asked the bartender for a tequila shot and fanned yourself using your hand to try and get some air.

“That dude right there wants to pay for your drink.” The bartender approached and handed you two shots of tequila, along with a slice of lemon and salt, like how you took it earlier. You glanced to the direction where he motioned and saw a man wearing black and tight sweater that obviously hugged his well-built body. You narrowed your eyes to try and get a better look, he certainly does not look like any college student. He was staring right back at you and raised his glass of beer, you mirrored his move and mouthed a thank you to him and drank the shot.

You entered the main entrance and checked for your schedule that’s in your phone, and started sprinting towards the room for your first class. Clearing your throat, you slowly opened the door in the back of the room and quietly settled into the seat on the farthest part of the room—however, everyone seemed to look at you despite of your efforts at trying to stay quiet upon entering the room, you even had your head down to pay some respect to the professor. Looking back at everyone, you couldn’t exactly decipher the expressions they have on their faces, they were simply looking, as if it’s the first time they encountered a student that is late for her class.

Then you stared at the front, where the professor stood, arms crossed on chest.

Jesus fucking Christ, you’ve got to be shitting me.

He didn’t try to stop the smirk that forms on his lips as he continues to stare at you, “Sorry I’m late, sir.”

“I was just discussing about the rules and regulations in the room, more specifically, how I do not encourage latecomers or tardy students.” He started to sit on the edge of his wooden table, your gaze dropped on his incredibly tight jeans that accentuates his thick thighs, your breath was caught on your throat because he knew where exactly you’re looking. “But I’m going to let you slide today, since you look like you had a rough night.” He continued, emphasizing the rough word and you felt your head spinning even more.

Everyone already stopped looking at you so you took that time to close your eyes and curse, again. Dropping your head low on the table, you mentally tried to remember the events again, as you try to come up with an explanation as to why you are stuck in a situation like this.

Once separated by a bar counter and a couple of tables, you and the stranger who bought you a drink somehow found a way to touch each other. You were suddenly back on the dance floor again, more loosened up than ever as you feel a pair of hands caressing your sides as he guides your hips and you just kept on swaying, you turned your back to him and danced harder, intentionally bumping your ass towards his groin and you heard how his breath got caught on his mouth, you smirked at him, feeling a bit more bold and confident, knowing you had that kind of effect over him. Reaching out to grasp a handful of your hair and tilting your head to the side, “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked and he didn’t need a verbal answer because you were already pulling his hand away and towards the exit.

You took out a notebook from your bag along with a black pen and started writing scribbles on the pages, momentarily looking up to the teacher and pretending to pay attention, but your mind is simply wandering away and into the memories from last night. You knew why his eyes always lingered on you longer, but you are always the one to break it off by drawing lines and odd shapes on your notes.

After a painfully long ride towards your dorm building, his impatience and growing desire was finally satiated as his lips crashed on you the moment your keys unlocked the front door. His hands were all over the place: one, it was placed on the back of your neck to press you more against him; two, he dragged it downwards to cup your breast; three, it was moving up and down on your sides while both of your tongues fight for dominance and power.

Deprived of air, he pulled away, and his eyes glistened with pure lust and desire under the dim lights of your room, “You’re wearing too much clothes.” He grunted, you pulled the hem of your dress upward and completely taking it off. He took a couple of seconds to stare at your body, drinking in your appearance.

You tried to pull his shirt away and you felt your thighs pressing against each other as you stare at his body, he had the most beautiful body you have ever seen and you knew you weren’t going to last long with him, you’d fall apart, almost immediately.

His lips found its way back to yours, with more force now and hunger, “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

Chewing on the other end of the pen, you looked outside and at the windows as you keep on reminiscing. You really tried to pay attention and to listen to him, but your gaze kept dropping on his smooth and pink lips, the way his arm muscles flexed whenever he raises it, and how he lick his lips from time to time while speaking in front of the class. Then, you remembered the bitten marks on your chest and a bit on your collarbones while you were wearing your bra and the shirt earlier. You kept on looking down at your groin as the vision of your physical connection flashes by in your mind.

It felt good to be on top of him while his hands grip on your hips tight, you swore it will bruise the day after but you didn’t mind. He felt good inside of you as he fills you up and you continue to pound into him, your fingers made its way to your bundle of nerves and started to touch yourself but he was quick to spot the move and he swat your hand away, replacing it with his own.

Go on, let it all out

Moan my name

Come on, baby, you’re doing so, so good

That’s right, keep on doing that, just like that

His deep voice whispered, grunted and moaned into your ear as you felt a familiar pressure forming in your abdomen. You were trying to keep your voice down, at minimal level, or else everyone residing on the same floor as you will know just how loud you are during sex. But he wasn’t helping at all, he wanted to hear you, and he was either muffling your moans with his full mouth kisses, or he is urging you to moan out loud.

After a couple of thrusts, praising and moans from him—you fell apart, with shaking legs and labored breathing, you reached your climax and he was still going in and out of you in a dangerously slow pace, riding out your orgasm, when his movement shifted and got too fast again, you knew he was chasing his own. You collapsed on top of him, the side of your face resting on his chest and you tried to recover, to grasp for air again, as he did the same. He assisted you and laid you down on the space beside him, you were about to clean up but he draped a blanket over you and snaked an arm right at your waist, it was a very comfortable feeling, a safe one even, despite of how he is just a stranger and you literally met each other a couple of hours ago.

He kissed one shoulder as he hug you from behind, “You did well tonight, darling. Sleep tight.”

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first period. You were quick to put your things away and shove them into your bag, ignoring the mess it would make on the inside of your bag, you didn’t care anymore, you just suddenly had the strong will to escape from this embarrassment.

“Miss? The one from the back.” You heard him call out, turning to his direction, you tried to know or to confirm if he was talking to you. And he was. With a sly smile on his face, “I need you to sign some papers here—attendance, since you were late.”

You swallowed hard, but continued to walk over him anyway.

You got into the wooden table and picked up the paper he was handing down, but you were surprised because it wasn’t a list of the class, there wasn’t any name printed on the sheet. It was a scratch paper, with words written in pencil.

Don’t go out yet, stay. Wait for the others to leave.

Your gaze immediately shot back to him but he was looking at the other students, bidding them goodbyes with the most polite smile he could ever give.

So you waited, until the last student got out.

“You didn’t send a text.” He started, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

Your mouth fell open, not quite sure what he meant, “What?”

He moved closer and reached out for your right arm, lifting the sleeve and exposing the skin on it. The way his fingers gripped you and how his skin felt hot against you sent shivers, but you looked at your own arm and you noticed the small numbers written with a sharpie.

“Oh.”

He smirked, “I’m surprised it’s still there, thought it got washed away.” He picked up his book and re-arranged the his stuff, “I could still smell the sex off of you.” Then it was followed by a chuckle, as he head towards the front door, about to exit.

“Call me when you want it to happen again, I’m Sebastian, by the way.” Were his last words before completely exiting the room, leaving you breathless and wide-eyed.

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thegreatbigfourmain · 3 years

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Married to a Demon

Part 1 and 2

It was late into the night when they were led outside to the carriage waiting to take them to Burgess kingdom. The tired yet anxious blonde sat in silence beside her husband as she said goodbye to her old life in Corona. She looked up to her old room to see Tooth, wiping away tears as she waved. Rapunzel felt a pain in her heart as they rode away, leaving the only person who loved her as much as her parents did.

The ride to her new home was quiet, with the only sounds being the clopping of the horses pulling the carriage along. A mixture of excitement and nerves fueled her attention as she watched the beautifully lit moon cast over them. This was the first time she saw the moon other than outside her bedroom window. To actually see it above a forest and not overhead her old home overwhelmed her heart. This was a new chapter in her life that she had yet to explore, and now she will with a husband.

Rapunzel bit her bottom lip as she glanced over to her husband. He was looking out his own window, seemingly fine. Even from behind, the blonde blushed over the memory of his grinning handsome face. The way his eyes lit up and his melodious chuckle caused her heart to skip a few beats.

The growing question of ‘now what’ plagued her mind. She opened her mouth a few times as her throat was dry from anxiousness to speak to him in such an intimate setting with just the two of them.

“Jack?” she managed to whisper out. It must have been loud enough for him to turn to her with those icy blue eyes she always seemed to fall for. She momentarily froze before clearing her throat to speak.

“How, how is your kingdom?” Rapunzel asked, genuinely curious to see what lies ahead of her. Her husband gave a slight smile, pondering over his answer as he faced forward.

“It’s a bit bigger than yours, both castle and land. During the winter, there’s a lake nearby that freezes. I have a few pleasant experiences there…” He muttered that last sentence quietly to where she heard a hint of pain in his voice. She should change the topic.

“I bet it’s beautiful. In my home, I wasn’t able to go out the palace walls. Will I be able to now?” Rapunzel asked, her emerald eyes watching him cautiously.

It was the one thing she wanted to change more than anything about her life. The chance to leave her room without anyone behind her or be able to leave the castle to the outside. Gothel forbad her to venture off on her own. It was almost as if she wanted to hide her away from the world. She overheard many maids blame it on jealousy. To this day, she didn’t know if that rumor was true, but it would sure explain a lot about her childhood.

The male beside her grinned, “Is that something you wish wife?”

Wife. The new title still felt strange, and even so hearing it. He said it so casually. How could he if he too was a newlywed? Or was he?

“Yes please,” she replied softly. Jack simply gave her an approving head nod before the carriage came to a halt.

“Looks like we’re here. Welcome to your new home princess,” Jack said as a man opened the door to let them out.

Rapunzel stepped foot on the foreign land and gasped. It was much grander than her kingdom, which makes sense as to why Gothel wrote her away in the arranged marriage. It was beautiful. Made with ivory walls, the palace stood high on a hill as the rest of the kingdom stood below.

The garden is what truly stood out for her. They stopped in the middle of the castle instead of in front. It was late into the night and their arrival will probably be announced in the morning once everything got settled. There was a big fountain in the middle of the garden surrounded by grass and bushes in all kinds of shapes. Different varieties of flowers were symmetrically scattered across the garden. It was truly a beautiful sight.

“There you are little brother,” a man exclaimed so loudly it caused Rapunzel to jump a bit in her place.

She looked around to see a tall and thin man coming their way, dresses all in black. His raven-colored hair was slicked back to express his handsome facial features. His skin was a tad bit darker than Jack's, whose snow-white flesh was even more so compared to this man.

Speaking of Jack, he came to stand beside Rapunzel, though she felt a change in his presence. It seemed dark and cold, causing her to glance at him. His usually calm expression changed. He looked upset, his brows coming together to look harshly at the man who called him little brother. His pearly whites frowned and he presented a protective stance slightly in front of Rapunzel.

What was going on?

“I was beginning to think your bride left you,” he chuckled before glancing at Rapunzel.

The way he looked at her made her feel uneasy. It was as if it was a predator watching his prey, his eyes a golden irises color seemed to flash with bad intentions towards her.

Rapunzel felt the large hand of her husband grab hers. She watched as the two men stared each other down.

“No brother. We just left a little later than scheduled,” Jack replied in a low voice. It seemed almost threateningly. Rapunzel squeezed her husband’s hand, which seemed to ease the tension in the air by Jack releasing the tension in his hand by the way he held hers.

“Well, you and your wife must join me and my wife for dinner soon. I’m sure it’ll be fun for all of us,” He grinned devilishly.

“We’ll see brother. Now if you will excuse us,” Jack responded before pulling Rapunzel behind him towards the castle.

As they walked through the corridors, Jack must have relived the interaction as his anger returned by the way he squeezed her hand. Rapunzel didn’t say anything until it became too painful to hold on. She winced in pain a bit before letting out a small noise of discomfort, causing Jack to turn around.

“What’s wrong?” he asked harshly, almost annoyed that he was interrupted from his thoughts.

Rapunzel was shocked by the way his mood changed so rapidly. The man she was introduced to before was playful and charming. This man intimidated her to the point of fearing him. She was almost terrified to answer him in fear of making him angrier, but the pain from him holding her hand nearly broke her hand.

“… My hand… it hurts…” Rapunzel managed to say, looking down at the ground, fearful of his reaction. It was silent for a long moment, during which she felt him let her hand go. She heard him sigh, causing her to look up and examine his expression. He looked almost guilty by how he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at everything besides her.

“Our room is just right here… it’s late,” he said softly before leaving her to herself as he entered their room. Rapunzel trailed behind him before closing the door.

“This is the bathroom, your own personal room. This is mine. If mine is locked, leave me be,” her husband explained while pointing to which room was which. He spoke so fast Rapunzel watched him intensely to remember everything he said. Something told her that his brother wasn’t the nice man he pretends to show.

“Jack, are you alright?” she timidly asked, playing with her hands as she stood by the door. Jack stopped his pacing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned to her.

“I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day, don’t you agree?” he replied while taking off his shoes and royal clothes. He threw it on the ground haphazardly, down to his bare chest. Rapunzel watched with wide eyes at how carelessly he acted.

It was different than the man with who she first interacted. He was poised and confident, regal in his presence. Now he was in a shaky nervous frustration that mirrored that of a child against a prideful older brother.

If it wasn’t for such an encounter, she would probably be madly blushing at his lack of clothing to sleep off the day. His skin nearly glowed fluorescent in the darkly lit room, with only the moon gleaming through the windows. His white locks seemed to stand out all the much more. However, what truly made her want to touch his flesh were some faint lines trailing on his back. They seemed fern-like in design. Could they be scars? A birthmark perhaps?

“Are you getting in bed or will I be sleeping by myself tonight?” Jack asked harshly, only to lay on his side to get ready for slumber.

The blonde jumped a bit at the sudden loudness of his voice and moved to get ready for bed. She hesitated on removing her wedding dress for a nightgown, but considering his back was turned to her and that they were now married, she figured she had to get used to it. Rapunzel quickly changed into a silky white gown that was laid out for her on her side of the bed.

Slowly, she slipped into bed and faced the other side towards the door to sleep. Her heart was beating out of her chest at the realization of their first night together as wife and husband. Will he try to do something to her? Will she have to see a naked man for the first time in her life?

By the way he was acting, those thoughts shot down in her head.

“Good night Jack,” Rapunzel muttered out into the darkness.

Even though he wouldn’t respond, she still felt a little better saying it. It was like she made the first move, establishing how this is all that will happen tonight; sleep.

Having her nervousness die down enough for her to finally have a restful sleep, Rapunzel heard her husband’s baritone voice.

“Goodnight Rapunzel…”

#married to a demon #drabble #jackunzel #arranged marriage fic #this wasn’t my best #but I’m content with it and want to move the story along already

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Ground Rules (for Love and War) - Pt.2

Of Friendship and Love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3600

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Summary: Being trapped in a dark workshop with two sopersoldier of whom you have a crush on one. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: silly pranks, blackout, attempt at humour, swearing… fluff

Part 1

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Your heart nearly gave out at the fright and instantly started to hammer wildly in your ribcage.

You couldn’t see in the sudden pitch-dark room, but you could sense two large frames of supersoldiers stepping into your space protectively, their backs to you, facing the potential threat.

The heat of their bodies reassured you as your breathing sounded way too loud, the sound of your heartbeat seemingly bouncing off of the walls, filling the large space. Needing to feel something, your shaky hand reached out, colliding with Steve’s wrist; at least you assumed it was Steve’s. He swiftly turned his hand, squeezing yours before letting go and focusing on the danger lurking in the dark.

You held your breath in anticipation, moments stretching. Why was nothing happening?

Clearly, Bucky had been brought here under false pretences and there was a thick chance that whoever had got him here – F.R.I.D.A.Y.?! – counted on you being here as well. Did they take Steve into account or was he the one variable that could mean the difference between death and life?

The icy silence was broken by a series of strangely familiar beeps.

You jumped good two feet above the floor at the sudden interruption, you pulse skyrocketing.

It was coming from your left, where Bucky stood, the unzipped pocket of his hoodie giving out a faint light.

He cautiously pulled the phone out, his face illuminated by the greyish glow. He eyed it absently, trying to stay on alert for an attack. Then his shoulders slumped, his eyes closing shut.

What? WHAT?! What was happening? Was it a death threat? To him? To someone else? To the whole world?

As the silence stretched once more, only interrupted by Bucky’s low growl, your mind was racing, coming out with different catastrophic scenarios.

And suddenly something clicked.

“Were those… sounds from the Angry Birds game?” you broke the deadly quiet and Bucky’s growl was more distinct this time.

“Yes,” Bucky confirmed darkly and you could feel Steve slowly relax by your side, the tension radiating from him easing as if was brought up to speed with what was going on. He was still standing dangerously close to you, but you weren’t about to complain. Definitely not until you knew what was going on. “I’m going to murder him. Slowly. And painfully.”

He sounded truly pissed off. But also annoyed. You forced yourself to take a deep breath.

“Who’s him and what is he saying?” you asked, voice thin. Despite some of the fear leaving your body, your knees felt like buckling. Good thing Steve was so close that he would be able to catch you. Or perhaps his presence was one of the reasons why you felt weak in your knees?

“Homing pigeon, who else? Wilson.”

Oh. Oh.

Wait, what?

“Shitted you pants, didn’t you?” Bucky read out loud and you could hear him grinding his teeth. Illuminated by the phone screen, he looked like he was about to live up to his reputation as the Winter Soldier. “You didn’t get a heart-attack though, did you? Because that would be considerably less fun. Enjoy your lockdown, Barnes.”

“Oh thank god,” you breathed out, finally endlessly relieved.

“I’m gonna hold him while you punch him, Buck. And then I’m gonna punch you. This has got too far. You wanna play cat and mouse, please, by all means, but do not pull us into it,” Steve said seriously, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment and irritation at his friends’ behaviour.

Your hand acted on its own account, needing to comfort him all of sudden. He covered the back of your hand when it blindly found its forearm. It caused the corners of your lips to lift.

“So much for not getting caught in the middle,” you hummed, recalling your words to him from two days prior and you had a feeling he smiled at that.

Bucky sighed, exasperated. “Fuck lockdown. We can figure something out, right?”

At that, your mood fell instantly. It was your turn to sigh, because… you weren’t so certain about that. Freeing your hand, you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Well, the power is down,” you pointed out the obvious. “The thing is, I’m ninety percent sure Tony didn’t synchronize the new protocols with the emergency power unit yet.”

“English?” Bucky hissed.

You were pretty confident that he understood, but didn’t want to believe it. You rolled your eyes and explained.

“The power won’t kick in on its own, because the new security update isn’t quite… complete. It has to be done manually. And Tony didn’t share how.”

“So we just have to call Tony?” Steve asked, relieved.

“Yeah… about that. I might have threatened to all of his Ironman suits if he left his phone on during the date with Pepper he’s currently on…”

“Oh,” Steve let out, clearly surprised, but at the same time, slightly pleased. Good. He cared for more than just his friends’ safety – he also cared about their happiness. Not that it was any surprise to you. “Where’s the date?”

You chewed on your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut as you prepared for the storm which was doubtlessly about to follow your revelation.

“…Richmond.”

“WHAT?!” sounded stereo from both sides of your face and you whined, guilt biting at your stomach. But how were you supposed to know this was gonna happen?!

You would bet Samuel fucking Wilson planned it exactly because he knew about the date. And about its location.

“There’s a really nice restaurant with great atmosphere, okay?!” you instantly defended yourself. “It had wonderful lobster and Tony actually paid attention to what Pepper said for once, so he knew she would love it there!”

Steve sighed, but assured you that it was alright, recognizing your contribution.

“So we’ll just punch our way out.”

“…yeah, about that,” you shot down Bucky’s proposition before he could get too excited about it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! What now?”

“Tony might have lined the walls and doors with vibranium after Ultron, T’Challa provided it to him. He thought it would be safer…?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s a paranoid bastard?” you offered, earning an affirmative hum from Steve.

“Fair enough, I suppose.”

“So, let me get this straight. He lines the walls with rare metal, but he still trusts his tech, which already turned against him before,” Bucky stated in disbelief.

“Uhhmmm, yeah, sounds about right.”

You could feel a gush of wind that probably signalled Bucky throwing his arms up in exasperation.

“So… we’re trapped,” Steve summed up and you reluctantly agreed.

“Basically.”

“In the dark,” Bucky added. “Well, for you anyway.”

“I mean, not complete dark, my phone’s somewhere on the table and has some battery– wait, are you telling me you can actually see in this… darkest dark?” you demanded incredulously.

“Yeah, a bit,” Bucky confirmed absently as he reached for his phone again to light it up. “Mine has like 5 percent.”

“I don’t have my phone with me,” Steve confessed.

“Seriously, Steve?”

“I’m still in the tower! No one outside the tower calls me!” Steve shot back at Bucky defensively.

Legendary duo arguing! Alert! Cannot be happening!

“Alright, boys. Calm down,” you asked of them gently. “We’ll figure something out. Help me find my phone…” Bucky obediently did, even though you were sure he was frowning. You lit it up contentedly. “Sweet. I have about ten percent.” You turned on the flashlight attached to the camera and squinted to see better as you headed to one of the cupboards. “There are some flashlights right he-“ Your face twisted in confusion when you found the cupboard empty. Well. “--or not. Let’s scan this place…”

As it turned out, the workshop was a place of wonders. Rest assured, you knew about a lot of strange things hidden through the cabinets, but some treasures still surprised you.

Mostly, it was Steve and Bucky, who were bewildered at their findings.

“What is Operation doing here?” Steve questioned, pulling out the game box for you to see – well, the outline of it anyway – as if he wanted you to confirm that it was indeed there and he wasn’t hallucinating.

“Don’t even ask,” you rolled your eyes.

Have you mentioned Tony needed constant supervision and that he was a man-child? Yeah? Never mind, you could say that over and over again and it wouldn’t get less truthful.

“We could play,” Bucky offered casually, clearly getting bored by the recon mission.

“I’m not playing Operation with you. I can barely see.”

“Fine, fine…” Bucky grumbled and Steve put the box back, moving to other mysterious cabinets.

“Oh. Candles. And matches. That might be helpful. And a bag of chips.”

“Nicely done, Captain,” you praised him, turning to him to flash him a grin he could probably barely see. It dawned to you too late how flirtatious it might have sounded, how strangely his rank rolled of your tongue, so you quickly spoke up again. “Hand it over.”

“Keep looking. One bag of chips isn’t enough…” Bucky stated, but Steve handed you the to-be light sources so you could place them to your liking.

His fingers brushed your hands tenderly as he passed you the items and you weren’t certain whether it was an accident or not. Judging by the faint outline of his shy smile, you thought it might not. It made your cheeks burn and your heart swell.

“Twister?” Bucky proposed this time, breaking the moment you shared with Steve and you rolled your eyes.

“Eh, Tony sometimes… plays with Dum-E,” you explained, hoping he would get the picture. “Usually when he’s drunk. I’m not-“ -playing with you.

“Got it. Monopoly then?”

You whined. It wasn’t exactly your favourite game and you knew you would lose in the matter of minutes, but if you were being honest… you were about to run out of things to do here and your phone was about to die, so you might as well play the game Tony Stark loved.

“Well. Let me just light up the candles, okay? It’s gonna be a short game. You two have superbrains. But I might survive few rounds if I really try…” you murmured and proceeded with illuminating the space.

You in fact did last few rounds. You even managed to step up and buy some of the tiny red houses. And you… you might even have been having fun.

Until you got the worst luck ever, stepping on the most fearful square owned by no other than Steve Rogers and you had to start counting all of your money… only to find out that it, if fact, wasn’t enough. Not after you had already payed him once that round and to Bucky.

“Ahh, dammit.”

“You can always just… sell something,” Bucky noted and you shot him a glare. That move always signalled the beginning of an end.

You were frowning at the board, chewing on your lower lip while you considered your options. Not that there were many of them. Your poor boat-shaped figure was about to sink.

“Or you could pay me later,” Steve’s voice broke your mussing and your head snapped to him. “I’ll give you five tosses – someone might step on something of yours by then.”

You examined his inviting expression, his sharp features softened by the candlelight. For a moment, your brain switched off. For some reason, you hadn’t truly looked at him since the game started, your gaze rather on the board and dice, but now, when you raised your gaze, you were amazed by the ethereal aura around him, by the startling beauty. His already warm eyes reflected the tiny flames, the shadows accenting the curve of his lips, defined cheekbones, strong jaw.

One of his eyebrows rose in slow motion, only for you to realize with shock that you had been staring at him for way too long. You hoped he believed you only got lost in thought; which you did, but about him, not about the game.

“I… don’t that’s possible according to the rules,” you whispered, voice hoarser than expected. You cleared your throat, your heart racing at both being caught and captivated by the vision of Steve in the sweet light.

“Sometimes it’s alright to bend the rules a bit for a good cause. Where the fun would be if I condemned you to bankrupting in about two tosses?” he shrugged, apparently oblivious to your inner turmoil and you released the breath you were holding.

“One toss, knowing my luck… are you sure?”

“Positive,” he assured you with a small smile and you could melt at spot. And it had nothing to do with that stupid capitalistic board game.

“Thank you. I guess I’ll just have to pay you with interest too when I finally do.”

You honestly had no intention for it to come out like that… it had just… happened to sound this flirty. His eyes locked on yours, the warm candlelight still casting shadows over his cheeks bones, sharp jaw, plush lips… all of him was calling out for you, luring your heart in, your breath catching in your throat and his gaze flickered to the lower part on your face just for a split second, but it was enough to cause you a little heart attack, a firework exploding in your abdomen. Christ.

“I guess it’s my turn then,” Bucky cleared his throat meaningfully and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

How the hell did you forget he was still here with you?

Also, you were playing Monopoly and when you had said you’d pay with interest, you had originally thought paying with some fake money on top. It was an accident that somehow, your brain had switched to its more primitive form, thinking about very different things and you needed to get it back in check. Right now.

Bucky helped with that significantly; while you were able to pay Steve after one single toss, without interest, because he strictly refused that (you would swear that even in the lack of light, you could see the tips of his ears burning), Sergeant Barnes was not one to be mollified. He mercilessly slayed you and you lost everything in next two rounds, because that was just your luck.

Steve proposed to end the game with that (even when he was surprisingly on his way to win despite your debacle caused by Bucky), but it felt unjust.

“I trust you, Steve. You’ll win this. And it’s okay for you to have fun. I’ll just watch how you fight over it like children,” you teased lightly, grinning up at him despite losing.

“Okay. Whenever you get too bored, we’ll stop,” he declared and your expression softened at the gentle gaze boring into your eyes.

You couldn’t remember the last time you kept staring at each other like that – more often than not, either you or him would eventually avert the other’s gaze. There ultimately was something different about tonight. You certainly didn’t find it a bad thing though. If you were being completely honest, you liked it. Steve truly was the sweetest guy you had ever met and you weren’t oblivious to his appearance, nor to his alluring personality. It was simply the assumption of having zero chance with him that had been making you hold back. But tonight… it seemed there might be a possibility even.

Was there?

Letting your thoughts wander, you watched with a fond smile on your face as the two friends fell into a merciless fight over fake money and real estate. The two world’s supersoldiers bickering like an old couple, yet resembling children.

It was when the tiredness from the whole day on your feet started settling in. First, it showed in a subtle way; goosebumps rose on your skin, uncomfortable shiver running through your whole body.

It didn’t go unnoticed; eyeing your outfit, only consisting of thin t-shirt and jeans, as you curled up into yourself on the couch, a concerned wrinkle appeared on Steve’s face.

You flashed him a drowsy smile, shaking your head so he wouldn’t worry. Ha, as if that could work! He scanned the room and then strode away, unmistakably finding the blanket you had discovered earlier in one of the cabinets. He gently laid it over your shoulders before returning to the game, stealing a glance on you ever so often.

At least you thought so. Adding warmth to the mix was the perfect recipe for your eyelids growing heavier by the second. Before you knew it, your head lulled, the motion instantly causing you to jolt awake.

A chuckle escaped to both of your companions; except Steve had enough decency to try and sound subtle. Bucky, not so much.

“It’s almost over,” he grinned and had you had the energy, you would raise your eyebrow to show your skepticism; it was never almost over with Monopoly. Or, more precisely, the ‘almost over’ usually lasted about two hours.

“It can be over right now,” Steve offered kindly and you shook your head stubbornly, the movement causing the world swim.

“Nope. You win,” you attempted to say, your words slurring, your tongue feeling as lead-like as your eyelids.

A shift in Steve’s posture caught your attention as he scooted a little closer to you on the couch and the shock of his skin nearly making contact with yours nearly brought you back to full consciousness.

“Just lean in whenever you need,” he whispered barely audible, as if he was letting you into his darkest secret.

You mumbled something doubtlessly incomprehensible – even to yourself – and allowed your temple to fall on his impressive shoulder. You almost moaned in bliss.

“Warm…”

How was he so warm? He only wore a t-shirt, like you.

Why would Tony call him a Capsicle? He was more like a space heater… eh, you’d figure it out… later… later…

You felt your muscles relaxing, melting into the pleasant warmth and soon, you were dead to the world.

A gentle sway brought you back to consciousness, soft dip as fabric slid under your body and you subconsciously curled back towards the warmth that seemed to be disappearing. It still did, but cushions soon replaced it. You were too tired to resist, sinking into the mattress instead.

Faintly recalling the events of the night, you figured Tony must have rescued you from your prison. Mind painfully slow, it dawned to you that Steve, whom you possibly used as your personal pillow slash space heater, carried you to bed.

Sweet. Very, very sweet, always so nice, but never like with the others… perhaps it was about to change? You had passed some kind of a test? Or did you…?

“Steve… will you… treat me… like all… your friends?” your words slurred, quiet and mumbled mostly to your actual pillow, but apparently, he understood.

Or maybe you were just dreaming.

“Would you like that?” his lips must have barely moved, his voice so low you might as well only imagine it.

You felt like you only considered it for a second, but you couldn’t be sure. You just wanted to sleep. Just answer one more question to the chivalrous Steve, who was carefully tucking you in.

“Nah… Too pretty… to be friend.”

He chuckled breathlessly, a huff of air caressing your face.

“Yes, you are, doll. Sleep. I’ll try not to put my foot in my mouth tomorrow morning when you’re really awake and I finally ask you out, okay?”

Promise? “Uh-uh. So sweet.”

“Goodnight,” he whispered an inch from your head, warmth touching your forehead for only a fraction of second.

“’night.”

The reality was, he did put his foot in his moth the next morning. But only a bit; he still got a yes from you. As if no was ever an option. Vaguely remembering what had been happening after you had fallen asleep in the workshop, you returned his gesture – except his forehead was too high, so your lips brushed his cheek instead; you had to tug on his sleeve to reach at least that spot.

He certainly didn’t seem to mind if the delighted smile he gave you in return was anything to go by.

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It wasn’t the only significant encounter of that morning though.

Bucky walked into kitchen only to find Sam casually sipping his coffee, a wide grin on his face.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?” the sergeant hissed, rewarded by raised brows.

“Come on, Barnes. You should be smarter than that. Do you really think Tony keeps candles around? And no flashlights? Dude. It was for romantic atmosphere. Even you could see how hopeless they were. It was all part of my master plan to get these two idiots together,” Sam revealed calmly, clicking his tongue when Bucky shot him a murderous look, leaning closer with a menacing face.

“Do you have any idea what kind of an eye-fuck session I’ve been through? What I had to witness? If it was such a master plan, why did I get stuck in there with them?!”

“As a psychical support to your best pal Steve…?”

Bucky looked like he was considering what kind of a murder would be most painful for the other man. Strangling him would be so… boring. Though no doubt satisfying enough.

Would be though? That bastard had the audacity to shrug as he placed his empty cup on the counter.

“Kidding, I’m his best pal. I figured that it would be fun to have you play the third wheel. We are still at war, Barnes,” he pointed out. “I just thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

Bucky’s fist hit the counter, making the poor cup rattle.

“Soon, I will kill one particular bird and I will need no stone,” Bucky stated with startling serenity. “Run, Wilson. Run.”

Sam Wilson was a brave man. But hell, when the former Winter Soldier tells you to run, you run and you’d better be grateful for the head start.

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kenzieam · 4 years

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Blame It On The Moon - oneshot

@jewels2876 @moonbeambucky @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @iammarylastar @captstefanbrandt @badassbaker @pinknerdpanda

I know I’m forgetting people, sorry.

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Warnings: Definitely M, swearing and lots o’ smut !!

Length: 2781 words

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Just another little brain burp that I managed to get down on file. Basically a tiny bit of humour before we get to a filthy amount of SMUT.

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I know the premise of the Avengers playing “Truth or Dare” is tired and done to death, but I hope you’ll indulge me and read my little spin on it!

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The idea hit Sam first and he took advantage of the temporary stunned silence that followed to run back into the kitchen for another bottle of booze.

“What are we, ten?” Nat remarked sarcastically when he returned.

“You got falling down drunk at ten?” Steve teased and Nat flipped him the bird.

“Playing Truth or Dare.” Nat clarified. “That’s a kid’s game.”

“Depends on the questions.” Sam retorted, smirking. Cracking his knuckles, he cleared his throat and announced importantly, the self-appointed MC of the evening, “okay, y’all. We’re gonna play ‘Truth or Dare: Avengers Edition’, ready?”

Steve glanced worriedly over his shoulder, to the city beyond the Tower’s expansive windows. “We can’t get too crazy.”

“Alright, Grandpa.” Sam grinned.

“I’m serious! Nobody leaps off the Tower or shoots arrows into targets twenty blocks away or tries to dive and glide along Lexington with their eyes closed-”

‘One time.’ Sam muttered.

“-or anything else that will get us on the six o’clock news.”

“Ok, Boomer.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Sam grinned. Addressing the rest of the group he continued. “Okay, who goes first?”

The dares were fast and dirty, the truths dirtier still but after a few bloodthirsty hours almost everyone had tapped out and gone to bed, even the instigator himself and soon only the three enhanced Avengers were left, sipping Asgardian mead, the two oldest still in shock over some of the dares.

“I can’t believe Wanda could hit those high notes.” Bucky began.

“Tony looks good in Daisy Dukes.” Lev grinned and Steve snorted.

“Did you know Nat could do that with her tongue?” Bucky added.

“How many somersaults did Sam manage before he hit the table? It was seventeen, wasn’t it? I lost count laughing so hard.” Lev dissolved into giggles again at the memory.

“I think we can all agree that the highlight of the night was Tony singing ‘My Humps’ and twerking in said Daisy Dukes.” Steve chuckled.

Bucky started choking and coughing, wheezing as Lev thumped him on the back.

“I’m suspicious, he managed to produce a blonde wig awfully fast for that number.” Lev continued, swirling her mead in her cup before downing the last swallow. “Okay, last round and then I’m calling it. Steve. Truth or Dare?”

Steve considered for a moment, what was the lesser of two evils at this point? “Truth.”

“Is there anyone in the Tower you’ve fantasized about having sex with?”

Steve choked and began coughing, face going red. Jaw tensing like he was considering not answering and therefore drawing the dreaded ‘ten-shot penalty’ which at this point, would take him from pleasantly drunk to black-out wasted, he finally muttered, just loud enough to be heard. “Yes.”

“Ooooh. Really?” Lev chirped. “Who?”

“You already asked your question. My turn. Bucky, what do you want? Truth or Dare?”

“C’mon,” Lev persisted. “Spill, Rogers.”

Steve shook his head vehemently, looking pointedly to Bucky to hurry up and answer. His eyes flicked unwillingly one last time to Lev and she gasped because, in that moment, they all saw the truth.

“Dare.” Bucky’s voice broke in. He stared at Steve hard for a minute, then at Lev and she was surprised to see, rather than straight up anger, a tinge of curiosity in his supernatural eyes as Steve hurried to continue.

“What’s that thing the kids are doing? The cinnamon thing. Do the cinnamon thing.” Sweat popped on his forehead and his eyes begged Lev not to say anything more.

“And what is the cinnamon thing?” Bucky asked, his voice as dry as if he’d already done said challenge. He looked away from Lev and arched a brow at Steve.

Lev hid a giggle behind her hand. “You have to eat a spoonful of cinnamon.”

“That’s all?” Bucky sneered, standing and confidently marching into the kitchen. There was some banging of cupboard doors and drawers, then he reappeared, holding a spoon aloft, piled with cinnamon. Tipping the spoon at Steve he jammed the whole spoonful into his mouth.

He managed a straight face for about seven seconds, then coughed a huge brown cloud, disappearing back into the kitchen to the sound of Steve and Lev’s hysterical howls, returning a few minutes later with reddened cheeks and a wet face, glaring daggers at both.

“Assholes.” He grumbled, resuming his seat. “My turn. Steve.”

“I already went!”

“I can pick whoever I want. Truth or Dare.”

You could see the wheels spinning in Steve’s eyes, weighing the pros and cons. If he chose ‘truth’ then there was a chance Bucky would continue with the topic of who in the Tower he wanted to sleep with, but if he went ‘dare’ he might end up choking on cinnamon too. Finally, he crossed his arms defiantly and replied.

“Dare.” Obviously, he feared spice burn less than revealing his fantasy.

Bucky glanced over at Lev, just a quick side-eye, then stood and started to leave the room. “Steve, stay here. We’ll be right back.”

Lev, although she looked as confused as Steve, nonetheless followed Bucky and despite his best efforts, Steve could not eavesdrop on their conversation, piquing both his interest and anxiety before the pair returned. A strange blush colored Lev’s cheeks, but excitement danced in her eyes. The same anticipation lit up Bucky’s eyes as well before he sat back down and looked over at Steve. His voice was low and husky as he said, “I think we all know who you want to fuck so… here’s your chance.”

“W-what?” Steve stuttered, eyes snapping to Lev before returning to stare, stunned, at Bucky.

“We talked about it,” Bucky explained, glancing over at Lev, who nodded. “And I think it’s the goddamn hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I don’t understand.” Steve faltered but the growing flush in his cheeks said he did and was rapidly warming up to the idea.

“You,” Bucky replied slowly, leaning forwards. “Fuck my girlfriend and I get to watch.”

A low sound rumbled in Steve’s chest, an animal anticipation that belied the hesitation still on his face. “Fuck, you guys-” he rasped, running a hand over his face.

Lev tensed, waiting for his rejection, feeling a strange disappointment. She’d wondered as well what Steve was like in bed, she was only human.

“What if someone catches us?” Steve finished and Lev exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. That was what was holding him back? Getting caught.... Interesting.

“We’ll go to our room.” Bucky answered, flicking a glance at Lev to make sure she was still okay with this. The flush creeping up her neck answered him, and he grinned wickedly. It didn’t happen too often, but Bucky did have a kinky side and it looked like tonight it was going to come out to play. The bigger surprise was it seemed Captain America had a hidden bend as well.

One last attempt by his practical side to put the brakes on. “What… I mean, why?”

Bucky licked his lips and held up his glass of Asgardian mead, the only drink capable of intoxicating the three of them, serum enhanced as they were. “Liquid courage,” he replied, then nodded his head at the floor to ceiling windows of the common room, indicating the huge full moon visible outside. “And blame it on the moon.”

“Seriously Steve,” Lev broke in. “I’m not going to lie, I’m curious and I’m all in, but only if you are too. No hard feelings-”

Steve chuckled darkly and his next words surprised Lev even as they accelerated her pulse. “Oh, something’s hard, alright.”

“Then let’s go.” Bucky breathed, rising to his feet.

Lev felt a frisson of nerves as she followed him, staring at Bucky’s wide back, hearing Steve behind her. As the approached the room, his breathing got heavier and Lev’s pulse quickened. She wasn’t regretting this, far from it, but didn’t want this night of indulgence to potentially ruin their bond. They were a team… then they standing at the door and, as Bucky paused to unlock the keypad, Steve leaned over Lev from behind, his hard chest pressing ever so slightly against her back and his breath ghosted along her throat, and she suddenly didn’t care anymore.

Stepping inside, Lev turned to address him, but Steve was right there, grabbing her with a breathless intensity and crushing his lips to hers, taking what he obviously had been wanting for some time. She barely registered Bucky moving soundlessly away and pulling an armchair close to the bed before dropping heavily into it, eyes locked on them. She let Steve guide her to the bed as he claimed her mouth, devouring her with a startling hunger. His tongue swept inside her mouth and, while it was different from the sensation of Bucky, it was no less exciting, and she couldn’t stop the whimper it pulled from her. Then he was urging her down, following her and pushing her arms above her head, holding them there while he ravaged her mouth, then dropping his attention to her throat as his other hand started to explore, rucking up under her shirt.

Lev moaned, mind reeling and caught sight of Bucky out of the corner of her eye. He was reclined in the chair almost lazily, watching Steve consume her with a hungry intensity in his eyes. His metal hand fisted on the arm of the chair while his flesh one almost insolently stroked and rubbed at the bulge in his jeans. Fuck yeah. She saw him mouth and his complete abandon eroded the last of her hesitation. Arching beneath Steve she gave into the fantasy, wrapping her legs around his hips as he started to grind against her.

He yanked her shirt off, growling as he unhooked her bra and sent them both flying then buried his head in her breasts with an animal noise, drawing a gasp from Lev as he moved his head and latched onto her nipple. One hand massaged her other breast while the second dipped lower, popping the button on her jeans and creeping inside.

“Yes,” Lev whimpered, glancing once more at Bucky. His jeans were open now too and, as she watched, he drew his cock out and began to stroke it.

“Taste that pussy, Stevie.” He growled.

Steve complied, leaving her breasts to trail wet kisses down her belly before tugging at her jeans, sending them and her underwear sailing off in the same general direction of her shirt and bra. He stared down at her for a moment, as if confirming to himself that she was actually here and this was actually happening, then dropped down between her thighs, pushing them apart.

He inhaled deeply, groaning low in his chest and Bucky growled back in agreement. Lev arched under him as Steve licked a thick swath up her folds then dove in, laving and sucking. She barely caught her breath before he pushed a thick finger inside her, moving it in time with his incredibly talented tongue and she reached down, fisting one hand in his hair while the other clawed at the bedding. Dimly she could hear Bucky, almost panting as he watched.

“Fuck,” Steve mumbled, face still buried.

“Tastes good, doesn’t she?” Bucky rasped and Steve groaned in agreement. A second finger joined the first, stretching her wider and sparks rocketed up her spine as she bit back a shriek.

Focussing on her clit, Steve was relentless, and Lev’s orgasm rose with startling speed. As it crested, Steve reached up and pressed his hand against her lower abdomen, holding her in place as he persisted and she bucked beneath him, coming hard. He continued, lapping up everything she gave him, milking her climax until she was hypersensitive and squirming away.

Raising his head, Steve met her eyes, breathing harshly, his face glistening with her essence. Animal hunger darkened his eyes, blowing them black and he looked over at Bucky, as if for instructions.

Lev couldn’t hear what Bucky said, if he did say anything, over the rush of blood in her ears but then Steve was rearing back, ripping his shirt as he tore it off and yanking off his jeans. His cock bounced free, angry red and weeping and he jacked it a few times, breath rasping in his chest as he stared down at Lev like a hungry lion.

“Do it.” Bucky growled. “Take her, from behind.” Lev could hear his hand moving rapidly, stroking his cock and, as Steve flipped her over and lifted her hips, she could now see him, still in his chair, jeans pushed down his thighs enough to free his cock, which he was fisting so roughly it almost looked painful, but he had eyes only for the show in front of him.

Lev arched her back, waiting and just dripping for Steve to finally push inside her. His hands faltered slightly on her hips then he spoke, voice hesitant.

“Condom?”

“Don’t need one,” Lev moaned just as Bucky growled.

“Fuck her raw.”

His filthy mouth and even filthier instructions drew a deep groan from Steve, and he rubbed his cockhead through her folds, gathering her juices and drawing out the anticipation.

“Now.” Bucky grunted and Steve drove forwards, filling Lev with one relentless push. His head dropped back between his shoulders as Lev bit into the blanket to muffle her cries. Steve was as big as Bucky, but this was a different kind of stretch, a different kind of burn.

“Fuck, yes.” Steve groaned, staring down at where he plunged inside Lev, spreading her ass cheeks for a better view. His thrusts grew deeper and stronger, gliding with the most delicious friction.

Lev met Bucky’s eyes, locked on his stare as he watched, biting his lip as he jacked himself hard. One particularly hard thrust made Lev whimper with ecstasy and Bucky growled, low in his chest.

“Take it, baby.” He grunted. “Fuck, Steve. Give it to her.”

Steve could only moan as he slammed into her, heavy balls slapping against her clit then he smacked her ass as he yanked Levi closer, driving impossibly deeper.

“Fuck-” Steve rasped. “You feel so fucking good-”

“More, fuck yes-” Lev moaned, eyes still locked with Bucky’s, talking to both men.

Their gazes held with fevered intensity as Steve fucked her, as Bucky jacked himself to watching Steve fuck her and Lev felt her second orgasm begin to overwhelm her; desperate now, she arched her spine even further, spread her legs even wider, drawing Steve in as deep as he could go.

“Fuck, yes. Take that cock, baby.” Bucky snarled; eyes wild as he neared his own finish.

“Shit-” Steve groaned. “I’m gonna cum-”

“Fill her, fuck that cum deep into her.” Bucky ordered, his words flung Lev the rest of the way over the cliff and she bit hard into the blankets to muffle her scream as she came, eyes locked on Bucky’s.

Behind her, Steve’s thrusts faltered then he slammed one last time into her before letting go, head dropping back with a groan as he filled her, pulsing deep inside, muscles locked and trembling in intense release.

Bucky growled deep in his chest, watching Lev’s ecstasy through her eyes then gave in to his own intense orgasm, cock pulsing thick ropes like spun silk onto his bare stomach, dripping thickly over his fist as he groaned, a long and deep powerful sound.

Panting, Steve sagged forwards over Lev, forehead almost touching her back as his body shivered and clenched with aftershocks then he pulled free from her body and collapsed to the bed, Levi sinking beside him, head spinning and body throbbing with perhaps the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt. Her body ached for more; for Steve, for Bucky, for both of them at the same time and she could see on Bucky’s face as he panted, cum glistening on his skin and hand, eyes hooded, that he was thinking the exact same thing.

Steve’s hand lifted, then rested on her heaving back, tentatively stroking her spine as he reluctantly met her eyes. He feared something had changed between them all, but a tired grin lit up his face when Lev met his gaze and he saw the truth there; she’d loved it just as much as him, and this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

Moving from her back to cradle her face, Steve hummed low in his throat then tipped his head up just enough to meet Bucky’s gaze, his grin widening at Bucky’s expression.

His eyes dropped back to Lev’s, holding her stare as he growled and reached his hand out to the other man.

“Get over here, punk.”

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writemymemoir · 4 years

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Stowaway Pt 1. (The Mandalorian x fem!reader)

SUMMARY: Finding a way off a planet

A/N

First part of a series, I dunno when this is taking place just of yet. But we’ll figure that out. This is mainly an introductory to the series, so nothing much is happening.

T/W

Violence, and adult language

Part 2

You knew it was mistake, walking towards your old friend’s house through the freezing cold, but it was your only relatively legal option left now. You had no choice. You had spent five months now trying to get off this planet, however with your limited resources, you had been met with dead ends wherever you turned.

Huddling in closer to your snow parka, you trudged along the icy sludge that was the road in this town. Coming up to your friend’s infamous building you took in the sight, it was as beautiful as ever, concrete walls, no visible windows, and an old rusted security door. Knocking, you waited for an answer.

A beep from the side of the door drew your attention. The screen glowed blue.

“What do you want?” a gruff voice sounded through the machine.

“I’m looking for Varan Cleeze,” you said speaking loudly over the howling wind.

“State your business,” The voice said.

“That is between me and Cleeze,” you said, getting annoyed at the man behind the door.

“Not if you want to get inside, girly,” You huffed, a scowl had settled on your face.

“Is he here at least?” you asked, exasperated. If you knew he was here, then maybe you could sneak in the back way maybe.

The door slid open, making you jump. “Why don’t you come in and find out,” the voice purred. You scoffed in disgust. You had lived long enough to know the not so hidden intention of the man behind the screen.

“Why don’t you get fucked, piece of shit,” You said as you took your staff and smashed the screen.

“Piece of fucking shit, garbage,” You grumbled as you started your trek back home, holding your bandaged arm lightly. Hitting the screen may have released some steam, however it did pose a risk to your injured arm.

You shivered already thinking of lying in dirty snow sludge of your home. Varan may have been your last viable option, however now this left you with a more drastic option.

Stealing your way into a ship.

There was no way you’d be returning to the icy tundra where your lean-to was.

Oh, this will be fun, you thought. You like to think you were great at getting into ships. However, it was getting out of them that cause problems for you. Changing direction, you started heading towards the port’s cantina, you started formulating a plan. Passing the shitty home of Varan Cleeze, you saluted it your middle finger.

You had three things you needed to know about the person to choose them. How big their ship was, how many were in their crew and where they were going. You weren’t too fussy with the last option, however, going anywhere backwater was always a better option.

Walking into a cantina was a dangerous option for you as well, but since you had dug out your bounty tracker through a very botchy self-surgery, you were feeling confident in your ability to not be seen.

Despite the freezing cold, it was market day, and so the town’s citizens made a day of clogging up the centre square and all main roads near it. So dark alley and sketchy streets was how you made your way down to the cantina.

It wouldn’t have been a bad idea to stop and buy some disinfected and pain meds, but alas goes the story you knew to well. You had zero cash. So, your arm would have to do with some cheap booze you could score out of any sleaze ball men that were working the bar.

By the time you had made it to the front door, your nose felt ready to fall off. Sniffling, you stepped through the door.

The cantina was darkly lit, tables surrounded the centre bar with hooded figures sitting at almost all of them. This frosty planet was mostly known as a getaway holiday place for criminals, bounty hunters and bounties themselves.

You only had a few credits, and a cantina was one of the few places where you could buy what you needed.

Walking to the bar, you ordered a shot of their finest rum, by finest rum you really meant cheapest. You smelled the rum, its smell closely resembling that of ship fuel, and you walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was the dingiest place you had ever seen, but it was secure enough and hid you from prying eyes.

Pulling up your sleeve, you saw the gruesome cut you had inflicted on yourself. Your botchy job at stitches meant that they caught in your sleeve. The constant irritation left the cut red and angry. Slowly, you ran water over your arm, the cold water seemed to cool the cut slightly, but it wasn’t going to fix it.

You only had one shot of rum, but it was enough to do the job. Pouring the rum onto you cut, you bit back a groan. Tearing of the bottom part of your under shirt, you wrapped it around you arm to help stop the cut from getting more irritated.

Finally, you had finished. Looking at the mirror, you saw bags under your eyes, worse than normal. You hadn’t slept much, but that was to be expected when you had been chased all over the galaxy by bounty hunters.

Pulling your hood up, you turned and opened the sliding door. A dark figure loomed over you in the hallway in front of the door. The figure was tall, muscular and looked lethal. A light was blinking in their hand.

The bathroom was too small to fight with your staff, so you slipped knife out of your sleeve, ready for anything.

“Can I help you?” You asked, slightly shifting your stance sideways, so you good arm was facing the figure.

“You sure can,” The figure lunged at you, you grabbed the empty shot glass and broke it over their head. Their hood fell back, leaving the face of a very pissed woman looking at you. You stepped back into the room, she stepped forward and the door shut behind her.

“You’re going to pay for that you little bitch,” She snarled, fury in her eyes.

“Oh, no doubt,” Yu smirked, a split second later you lunged for her, feigning a right hook with you bad arm, then jabbing the hidden knife for her side. She brushed away your hook and blocked the jab, catching both your arms in one hand. You cringed as she pulled back her other arm and punched you in the nose. Blood instantly flowed out.

Growling, you slid your knife in your hand to cut the hand holding yours. Free, you stood back and kicked her into the door behind her. She groaned but launch into an assault of punches. You blocked most and managed to get some punches in yourself. You two were a perfect duo of punching and blocking, neither able to get a proper hit on the other. Knife still in your hand, you flicked it and started slashing.

Managing to cut her across the forearm, snarling she launched into a series of kicks, you only managed to block a couple before she had you pinned on the wall behind you. She continued booting you to the stomach, until you were doubled over and winded.

Grabbing you by your bad arm, she put her own knife against you neck. You let out a scream, her hand was right on you cut. Breathing roughly through your teeth, you locked eyes with her, you could see the fury was still there.

“You’re worth a lot more alive than dead,” She said, her knife cutting a bit too deep into your neck, hand tightening on your arm. You smiled; no doubt blood was on your teeth.

“Quite wrong, darling,” You jumped into action, not caring about the knife to your throat. Kicking in her knee, you head a sickening crunch. She dropped to her knees, screaming. Doubling back around, you elbowed her to the temple, and she crumpled to the ground.

There was a beeping coming from her side. Rolling her over you grabbed the fob. So, after the pain of your self-surgery, it hadn’t worked. Dropping the fob to the ground, you crushed it under you boot.

Stepping over the fallen bounty hunter, you looked into the mirror. Blood dripped down from your nose. Your neck was bleeding as well, not deeply, but enough to be a pain. Washing you face, you pulled your hood up and left the bathroom.

Plans had changed yet again, you had to leave this town, bounty hunters would be crawling all over the port. There was no way you could get onto a ship without another fight.

Walking quickly out of the cantina, you headed back to your makeshift home. You had a long walk over the icy plains to get to another forest far from the town.

Wounded, you would have to make the journey as quickly as possible, less you freeze to death.

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You had been walking for the whole night. You knew if you stopped you would no doubt freeze to death. So, you continued.

The rum did little to help the wound after your fight, you had wished you had drunk it instead. Any warmth would have been well welcomed by you.

The snow was deep in the plains, so you mostly kept to tracks made by bigger animals. You prayed that they were at least smarter than you, hunkered down in a burrow for the freezing night.

You knew you weren’t anywhere close to the next forest, you had to make a decision as to where you were going to sleep. An igloo was always an option, but you had limited experience making them, coming from a mostly jungle planet. You didn’t pause your walking to think, you just kept trudging along.

Looking around for any kind of shelter, you felt defeat closing in on you.

This is how I will die? You thought, shame crashing over you. Your walk had taken almost all the energy from you. You were stumbling every other step. But you kept pushing yourself to continue.

On the bleak horizon, you saw something reflect one of the moons of the planet. You knew you hadn’t hallucinated it. The dark outline of the object was framed by the night sky. You could reach it, you just had to push yourself even more.

It seemed that your skill to break into ships was not going to go to waste anytime soon it seemed.

Calling on the last bit of effort you could, you picked up your pace to reach the ship by dawn.

By the time you had reached it, your feet were bloody from broken blisters and blood and snot were frozen to your face in the most appealing way.

The ship was average size, you knew your way around most, so this ship was easy to size up and lower the ramp. The ship was completely dead, this led you to believe that it was there for deserted for the time being.

Exhaustion ate at your vision, and hunger made you weak. Your main plan was a find an unused corner that you could hide in. That was pretty easy to find since most ships like the one you were one was filled with dark little hidey holes for little packages like you to fit in.

Finding a relatively comfortable hole and satisfied that you would not be found, you hunkered down to sleep. Pulling your parka tighter to keep the small warmth you had away from the cold. You closed your eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 27)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 27)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,662

Warnings: Fluff, talk about death, drugs and womanizing ways

Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @two-unbeatable-beaters, @randomness501, @sevvysaurus

Author Notes: Feeling the creative juices flowing right now so knocked out another part. I don’t actually remember if it’s specifically mentioned that Jack’s a womanizer but in my head it’s definitely a thing and this is my theory behind it. Feedback is much appreciated! Thank you for reading!

Gif Credit: Google Search

You lay in bed just idly staring up at the ceiling. Your hand is aimlessly trailing over the top of the bed sheet covering you and you smile softly as your fingertips tickle at your side. You had woken up refreshed with Jack wrapped around you creating a warm cocoon under the sheets. He had woken up not long after you and the two of you had rolled and wrestled in the sheets lethargically before Jack had effortlessly given you your first orgasm of the morning with just his fingers at your clit and his lips sucking marks into your skin. You had returned the favor with your mouth and the handsome picture Jack had made as his whole body had arched against the bed with his head thrown back as he orgasm over took him was something that you wanted to see more and more of.

Jack had even teased you about talking in your sleep again last night about capturing Kingpin in a honey warehouse. You had no recollection of it but Jack had amusedly filled you in on whatever information he had garnered from you last night. Which wasn’t much but had made you chuckle in delight that Tequila had met some disastrous fate with honey that required a cleaning crew just for him.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Jack sauntered out into the bedroom before he crawled back into bed to join you. He quickly grabbed for you and rolled so that you were half lying on his chest. Smiling up at him you saw the returning smile from him and felt your heart surging in your chest with love. You loved that you and Jack could be content while just lying with each other in bed. The fact that neither of you needed to talk to fill the space, or even the fact that it was awkward or weird to be quiet with each other.

Suddenly there was a soft ping and you looked over to Jack’s end table where both of your cellphones lay charging. You shifted off Jack and he groaned trying to pull you back over to him.

“It’s not important.” He grumbled as his efforts to get back lying on top of him were fruitless.

“It could be.” You retorted softly to him with a smile.

“You’re on vacation if I remember correctly.” Jack quipped back and you laughed softly at him as your hand snatched up your phone to check first. Your phone lit up with a picture of you and Jack sitting at the candle lit table from dinner last night and you smiled before noticing that there were no notifications waiting for you. You then grabbed Jack’s phone and the screen lit up with a notification that he had a text from Carmen.

“You’ve got a text from Carmen.” You said absentmindedly as you began to read the beginning of the text. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at the words. “Says she misses you and your dick.” You managed to get out before you began chuckling softly as Jack jerked towards you.

“What?” he gasped out in shock and you began laughing louder. The look on his face was one of surprise and remorse. He grabbed the phone you handed to him and he sat up opening his phone. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” He hissed out and you smiled warmly as you sat up next to him and looked over his shoulder while pressing a kiss there.

“Oh my.” You hushed out in awe at the colorful words of the woman’s text explaining how much she missed Jack and his talented hands and lips.

“I’m sorry darlin’.” Jack began to say and you shook your head watching as he typed out a text to Carmen explaining that he was in a committed relationship and that he wasn’t interested.

“Nothing to be sorry ‘bout.” You admitted shrugging your shoulders. “I know about your reputation it’s not a big deal. As long as it’s in your past that’s all that matters to me.” You acknowledged truthfully. Jack huffed softly in annoyance and placed his phone back onto the end table. “What? What’s wrong?” you asked in concern.

“I almost wish you didn’t know about my past. Or the reputation I made for myself.” He confessed and you watched as he turned to look at you. “It all started after I lost Rosalie.”

“Who’s Rosalie?” you asked softly as you pressed your front against Jack’s back and wrapped your arms loosely around his waist resting your chin on his shoulder.

“She was my high school sweetheart.” Jack said softly and you felt his hands cover yours that were resting against his stomach.

“What happened to her?” you questioned gently not wanting to bring up something he wasn’t ready to share. You felt his chest inhale against yours and you snuggled your face into his back in comfort.

“She died.” He said sorrowfully. You sucked in a breath and waited for him to continue, the sorrow that was rolling off of him in waves was almost suffocating but you just tightened your arms around him silently. “We were in love and were fixin’ to get married. She was pregnant and that had lit a fire under my ass to get a ring on her finger. The night she died I had planned on proposing to her.” You sucked in a breath and moved that much closer to Jack, your hips were flush with his as you rested your head on his back and placed a soft kiss against his skin. You couldn’t imagine the pain and anguish this man had gone through. “She had gone out to pick up a few things at the store when I just got home from work. She wouldn’t be more than a few minutes she told me.” He continued after taking in another deep breath trying to calm himself. “She was in the store when two meth addicts decided they were going to hold up the store and rob it. I don’t know what happened but she got caught in the crossfire and she died there at the store before the ambulance could get to her. I didn’t even know it until the cops showed up at my house that night.” He concluded mournfully and the two of you just sat in silence for a little bit of time just taking in what had happened to his love.

“I’m so sorry Jack.” You whispered softly and he nodded his head as his hands gripped tighter on yours.

“After I lost her and the baby I went into a dark spiral of drinking and sleeping around. I never wanted to be alone and women were throwing themselves at me left and right. It was all too easy to fall into that womanizer persona.” He explained regrettably. “All I seemed to know and understand was that I didn’t want to be alone. I couldn’t be alone without everything becoming bleak and intolerable.” You nodded along to his words understanding where he was coming from but you stayed silent not wanting to interrupt him and take the focus off of him. “Everything just sucked and was meaningless after they were gone.”

“I can only imagine.” You comforted warmly as you hugged him from behind.

“And you know when I first saw you down in the lab I was still a womanizing fool. I was still so wrapped up in who was the next woman I could sleep with that I only had a passing attraction to you.” Jack explained contritely.

“That’s alright sweetheart, I’m pretty sure I had more of just a passing attraction to you for both of us.” You said amusedly and slightly embarrassed as you remembered when you had first laid eyes on Jack. Jack laughed delighted as he also remembered how you were when he had come down to the lab with Tequila all that time ago.

“If I remember correctly you couldn’t keep your eyes off my ass.” He teased amused and felt as you huffed against his back.

“Well it is a nice ass.” You grumbled and he laughed loudly. He jumped in surprise as your fingers pinched his ass cheek quickly.

“Oh you’re in for it.” He promised darkly and you laughed softly gripping onto him tightly so he couldn’t move yet. “But I want you to understand something first.” He said confidently and tried to move from your arms which you quickly loosened so he could move about. He turned his body and kneeled in front of you staring into your eyes. “I want you to understand that you’re the only one for me. There’s no one else except you and there won’t be anyone else except you.” He said firmly and you felt your chest swelling with emotion for the man in front of you. “I’ve still got some hang ups about Rosalie and I know there’s a few women out there that don’t know that I’m in a relationship now and might contact me. But I want you to know that you’re it.”

You reached forward and cradled his face in your hands softly and tenderly. Pulling him forward until your foreheads rested against each other you smiled comfortingly at him.

“You’re it for me too Jack.” You whispered softly to him. Jack surged forwards and encased your lips with his in a deep kiss. His arms moved to wrap around your waist and he managed to tug you so that your body lay under his.

“I love you darlin’.” He said kindly to you as he pressed tender kisses to your lips.

“And I love you.” You answered brightly. Suddenly you jolted in his arms as he pinched your ass and you let out a bright happy laugh.

“Told you you’re in for it.” He said seductively as he easily caged you in. You gasped as his hands cupped your ass and dragged you closer to him.

#my writing #fallin' all in you #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman the golden circle

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youllfloattoomotherfucker · 4 years

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starker twincest? like bad boy tony gets jealous when some of his friends flirt with little shy baby peter and just ruins his “baby” brother

Hey, I loved writing this so thank you so much for requesting it!

Find it on ao3: "Brother Starkercest" by LisaFQueen

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“Hey, fuckface!”

Tony yelled, flipping a cigarette between his fingers and putting it in his mouth.

Both his 'friend' and his little brother turned around, a surprised look on the first face and a nervous one on the other.

“Well, look at that, how cozy.”

Tony smirked while stepping closer with broad and confident steps. Once in front of the teen, he lit his cig without looking up.

Aaron's lips widened too, swinging an arm around Peter Parker.

“Yo, this cutie here was telling me how good he can suck dick. I asked to demonstrate it, but he said his big brother would get angry. You won't, right Tony?”

The idiot was still under the impression Tony was amused, didn't mind him touching Peter.

Stupid mistake, Tony thought.

He smiled darkly at Aaron, whose face dropped immediately. The fire in Tony's eyes was obvious, and the other let go of Peter immediately.

Innocent as Peter was, he put three steps over to Tony and nuzzled his neck, crawling under his arm.

Tony let his eyes drop from Aaron's and by the time they had reached Peter's, they were soft and reminded the boy of chocolate.

“You alright, baby?”

Peter nodded nervously and melted at Tony's touch of his hair.

Tony didn't buy it and shot a furious look at the idiot.

“What'd he do to you? Talk dirty or did he touch you?”

Peter's voice was quiet so Tony had to strain to hear it and dipped his head to his brother's ear.

“He - He touched my thigh, over my jeans. And he told me to suck him and his other friends. One of them also kissed my head but he's already gone.”

Peter pointed his finger to the place the other friends had gone off to.

Tony shook his head, gave Peter a reassuring smile and stepped away from the boy.

Aaron was already backing away, knowing full well what was coming.

“You think you can touch my little brother? Hm? You think he's your little sex toy?”

Tony kept walking, not losing eye contact for even a second. He was raging and Aaron saw.

“Tones, I swear I thought you'd be cool with it. Jack and I were just fooling around, besides he really looks like a twink! Of course we're gonna make fu - Mmpfh!”

With one blow from Tony's fist the guy was knock-out. Peter gasped loudly, staring at the fallen body with wide eyes.

“C'mon, let's go home.”

The teen said as he grabbed Peter's wrist and guided him to his motorcycle.

The drive home was good. Peter clung to Tony and smelled him all the way, not even ashamed anymore as he nuzzled the older's neck.

He was way passed the phase of admitting he had a crush on Tony. In fact, it seemed that Tony took advantage of that. Touching Peter, spending time with him, knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

It felt good. And Tony was so damn good-looking, too. Black jacket, army boots, motorcycle, not to mention his hot rebellious attitude and smoking.

Once home, Peter followed Tony into the living room, where he quickly looked right and left to check if their parents were home.

“Come with me.” Tony ordered without throwing a glance at his younger twin.

They went up the stairs, Peter definitely not staring at the rip in Tony's jeans right under his ass.

Once upstairs, Tony threw open his bedroom door and pulled Peter in it. The boy lost his balance and Tony guided his fall, so he landed on his bed.

“Listen, we need to talk.”

Tony's voice was stern and his eyes were full of… Something. It made Peter shudder.

“What about?”

“You know what about, Pete.”

Peter shifter uncomfortably, feeling the stare hot in his face. Tony was kneeling in front of him, yet Peter felt smaller.

They both held their breaths and stared at one another.

With a jolt Peter's dick came to life, at the exact moment he realised Tony was tracing his thigh lightly with one finger.

“Did he do this?”

It took the boy a while before he shook his head, eyes never leaving Tony's.

“No, he pushed harder.”

Tony hesitated, then let go. He sighed and broke his stare, making Peter more nervous.

“So. Talk.”

Tony said.

Peter shrugged, mumbling his answer.

“Dunno, they obviously wanted something…”

“Yes, your pretty mouth!”

Tony snapped, patience fading quickly.

Peter's eyes widened at him, not sure what to do. He could feel his face go red and watched Tony curse at himself.

“Sorry, it's just - look, these guys aren't real friends and you're so…”

Tony lifted his finger and stroked Peter's bottom lip with his thumb.

“What?” Peter choked out, voice breaking. His heart was pounding and he felt like exploding. Tony had to be doing this on purpose! Especially the way he kept glancing at Peter's lips and eyes.

“I'm what, Tony?”

“Innocent.” Came the delayed reply. Tony could feel the soft flesh and warmth of Peter's breath, savoring the touch.

Their intense stare came to a halt when Peter's breath hitched audibly.

He sprung up and almost knocked Tony over in his way to the other side of the room.

“Fuck, Tony, I can't - I can't do this anymore, alright? You're driving me crazy! And, and, those guys - maybe I wanted to suck their dick, okay? Maybe -”

Tony followed Peter, getting up and pacing in front of him.

“You what now?”

Shit!

Peter was scared, remembering all the times Tony had used this dangerous voice to threaten other people. He nervously fidgeted with his shirt.

“I don't know, maybe I just want to suck something and imagine it's…”

He broke off his sentence, the meaning obvious in the way he was eyeing Tony. The latter snapped, both angry and aroused at the thought.

“Listen here kid, you're not going to touch someone else, because I won't let you. Other people will just ruin you.”

“Maybe you should be ruining me.”

Peter didn't miss a beat, eyes full of lust and his self-restraint broken.

Tony blinked once before taking Peter's wrist and slamming them against the wall behind the boy.

Peter didn't expect it and felt his heart beat loudly in his chest.

“Watch that pretty mouth, before I fuck it!”

Peter moaned into Tony’s mouth, the older’s tongue aggressively claiming Peter’s.

Everything was too much; Tony’s hands on his hips, their mingled breaths, the fact that he was making out with his twin brother!

“To - Tony!”

Peter wanted to warn Tony but he just kept kissing Peter, sucking on his lip and bruising his hips with his fingers.

“What, baby boy?” Tony growled, thrusting his hips into Peter’s, causing them both to moan.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Peter breathed out harshly, internally not agreeing to his words.

Luckily for him, Tony could see it in his eyes. The guilt he’s supposed to feel but is not quite there.

“I know, but who cares what we should be doing? Just tell me if I’m outta line and I’ll stop.”

Then he stepped back a little to give Peter some space, waited for the answer but all he saw was the boy’s eyes hungrily taking him in.

“No, please.”

Peter’s voice came out softly and broken. This is what he wants, what he’s been wanting for a long time, Tony thinks.

“Didn’t think so.” Tony stated, taking Peter’s hand to guide him to the bed.

When Peter reached the bed, Tony shoved him on it, immediately following after. He grinded on Peter’s ass and the boy moaned into the pillow, helpless.

“Listen baby, I’m gonna fuck your ass raw, and you’re gonna moan my name, understand?”

Peter tried to turn his head sideways but Tony grabbed it and gently tugged, making Peter bite his lip.

“Oh - okay, Tony.”

Tony grinned, enjoying this.

“And that’s daddy to you, princess!”

“Aah!”

Peter moaned as Tony had undone his pants and was already pushing a finger against his hole.

“Fuck, Tony!” Peter hissed, leaning on his arms so Tony could remove his pants. He took his time to undo his own belt, and then came forward, showing it to Peter.

“Are you comfortable being tied up, pretty boy?”

Tony mocked lightly, but still waited for Peter’s permission. The boy nodded heavily and let Tony tie his hands together.

Then Tony was quiet while undoing his own clothes, leaving Peter in agony of what’s to come.

“No peeking!” he warned.

When he was hard and ready, Tony set himself between Peter’s legs, gently tugging at them to place them right.

“Tony, hurry up, please!” Peter moaned obscenely, impatient.

Tony tsk-ed and grinned before teasing the hole with the head of his cock.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me daddy? Huh?”

The boy pushed back on his knees, wanting the friction.

“Stop!” Tony warned as he smacked Peter’s ass.

“Aah! ‘M sorry, daddy.”

The older brunet smiled wickedly, satisfied with Peter’s obedience.

“Good boy, that’s better. Now tell me, what dirty thoughts of your older brother do you have?”

Peter squeaked and his face turned bright red, already ashamed and shy as it was. He really didn’t wanna say it out loud, it would just sound more horrible.

“Hm?” Tony urged, pushing the head in slowly.

“Oh God Tony!” Peter bit his lip at the pressure. He had to grab the blanket and squeezed as hard as he could.

“Fuck, uhm, okay, I - I think you’re ridiculously h - hot when you’re smoking and that - fucking hell - pants makes your ass look good!”

“Good boy!” Tony muttered in his ear, now fully pushing in until the base of his cock. Fuck, this felt good! He never imagined fucking Peter would feel so right.

And then Peter moaned again, long and hard, and Tony’s self-restraint broke. He roughly grabbed Peter’s sides and started to fucking into him with a fast pace.

Peter on his part was trying to muffle all his moans by biting the pillow. He could swear he’d come right there and then, if Tony wasn’t distracting him with the dirty talk in his ear.

“Dirty boy, you like getting fucked by me, don’t you?” Tony grunted.

He was pushing in fast and hard, wanting to go as deep as he could.

“Aah, daddy please!”

“Please what, kid?”

Tony grabbed Peter’s brown mop of hair and tugged at it, making it easier to bite on the boy’s neck. Sharp teeth claimed the soft flesh and Tony bit down, sucking a hickey on the skin.

“Fuck! Please please wanna cum! Fuck, Tony!”

Tony grinned, pleased with himself. With the same roughness as his pace he took Peter’s cock in his hand and started stroking without mercy.

“If you make me cum before you I’ll suck your cock dry.” Tony muttered, convinced that the image of him sucking Pete off should do it. And he was right. Within seconds Peter was shivering and whimpering through his orgasm, sticking his ass higher against Tony, as if he wanted to completely swallow him.

Tony petted the boy’s hair, stroking it much gentler now.

Peter smiled brightly, content and just as he was about to turn his head around, Tony pushed it into the pillow and started fucking him with a vigorous pace again.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby boy!”

Tony grunted and thrusted for his life. He moaned and his whole body shook. When his orgasm reached him he was biting down on Peter’s neck, who let out a painful whine.

“Fuck, Petey, fuck, good boy!”

Both of them were sitting on the bed afterwards, Peter snuggling into Tony’s chest happily. Tony was reading a science article on his phone while Peter joined him.

“You happy now, kid?”

Tony’s voice was lazy and he felt satisfied, relaxed in his whole body.

Peter nodded heavily and then looked up for another cute peck on the lips.

“You better! And this,” Tony rubbed over the red spot on Peter’s neck, “is to show you’re mine and mine alone, got it?”

Peter giggled and rubbed the spot himself.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, daddy.”

#Starker #Starkercest

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losing-my-will · 4 years

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A Railway Named Desire

A/N: Yes, like the movie “A Streetcar Named Desire” Though it’s not inspired/based on it. I just borrowed the title and played a bit with it. I recommend that film.

Summary: Hiccup and Astrid fight before embark their trip towards Valka’s home to spend New Year. Soon enough, they find the solution in the metallic wagon’s inner. One-shot. Modern AU. NSFW. Hiccstrid.

She was so fucking angry.

She kept trotting through the poorly lit hall and its smell of piss and its moldy patches scattered on the floor. Teeth sank on her bottom lip, scarcely retaining the boiling irate even though outrage seeps lower on her insides.

Crossing the control zone, delivering the tickets and entering in the train shrouded on a foul mood. Not a glimpse from the joyous love bubble the pair was spotted half hour ago. Because yes, she’s to remember her boyfriend walking behind her, his ghastly limp with him, and she wants to stop and let the worry flood her. But she’s awfully angry.

Their room is small, of dark wood and tinges of bogus gold running the threshold and window frame. There’s a single bed at the left, and a cabinet attached to the right to snug their stuff.

“Let me…” Hiccup shyly says, after placing his bag onto the metallic shelves, Astrid senses his intention, so she quickly plucks her own bag away from his reach.

“I can handle my things.” She bites back, lifting her bag and lodging it, and it’s a bitter reminding than a grumpy advert.

His shoulders slumps in defeat and partly disappointment. Hiccup knows better than anyone on not push beyond those words, limiting himself in a silently nod of the head and stiffed jaw.

Both lovers sat awkwardly and taking each side end of the mattress. It wasn’t exactly how they’d planned on spending their trip, the majority ideas involved weren’t creative and they mostly coincided on a steamy ambiance and husky whispers and heated gropes. They were already heading in that motive since leaving the taxi; hand in hand and entering on the station, laughing, kissing and fooling around.

And then bloody bazars occurred. Christmas just days ago left its traces, the town in which they move after betrothing usually gets too enthusiastic with the decorations. And there isn't other time of the year in which Astrid Hofferson’s inner little child comes out as an overwhelming spirit of the festivity, demanding and sprawled with the excitement filling her to the brim.

It’s adorable sometimes, unbearable when stretch to a peak. But she was his girlfriend, her soon-to-be-wife, and he loves her so much it broads his heart and makes his pulse race.

But an hour ago her behavior was hellish. They were calmingly strolling towards the train, until Astrid halted suddenly; a fat, smiling Santa, that’s what caught her attention, it stood there with twinkle greyish eyes and holding its torch, fully displayed from the glassy showcase.

She crossed the threshold with a single goal in mind… but ‘pompous red waves and uneven tan’ stomped in and shoved her aside with wallet and cash in hand.

The more she recalls the incident the more sense Hiccup’s actions have, yes, it was wise he’d grabbed her from the waist before earning a banning of the store and probably of the station –though it wouldn’t be completely her fault- Gods, she’s twenty four, soon five. What’s she, a goddamn bratty child?

Yet, despite her boyfriend’s good heart and kind motives, yanking her out and yelling at her triggered the boiling churn in her stomach and hurt her pride too.

The rustle of the wheels was the only noise slicing through the thick silence between them. How he could start? Well, he tried to apologize, but he went half way stammering a feeble speech. Astrid determinably scowled at him, and decided to ignore him or reply curtly.

In the years he’s spent with Astrid, a little space to clear the mind was better option than jumping in a solution with a hectic head. That doesn’t necessarily mean rule out soothed words and amends.

For now, they could only stare at nothing and immerse in their thoughts.

Shit, he’s gonna die alone.

His pocket buzzed strangely, until he realized it’s his phone. Weird, he remembers turning it off. Pressing the button the screen flashed with a notification.

Scott ‘snot’ His cousin

Hiccup’s thumb slides across and unblocks the cellphone.

Scott ‘snot’ 18:57

Hey :) Cusie.

Henry 18:58

What?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:00

You’re on board?

Henry 19:01

If you mean on the train, yes.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:02

Good, are you busy?

Henry 19:02

No.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:03

Are you both not even fucking?

Hiccup recognizes his wounded male pride, but that’s stupid so he sweeps it away.

Henry 19:04

What do you care?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:07

Virgins

Henry 19:09

What is it, Snot?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:10

Given you’re not doing nothing, and probably Astrid’s dying in boredom.

Hiccup rolls eyes and sighs loudly in exasperation.

Henry 19:10

Fuck off.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:10

A pleasure of me of gifting you a tutorial

Henry 19:11

Snot, srly. Fuck off.

Hiccup felt a shift at his side. Astrid. She’s assessing her nails, and her blonde hair works as a curtain hiding her profile.

Scott ‘snot’ 19:13

No fun cus

But really I’ve smthing you might be interest

A video, I just sent it

Henry 19:14

Better not be prank

Scott ‘snot’ 19:14

We’re not kids.

His brows shoot upwards, ‘Says the man who still laughs at cock jokes’. He took a long inhale. Before play the video, he makes sure of Astrid. She’s fine, her knees almost touching his though. Did she scoop near to him?

The video’s thumbnail can’t hint anything bad, but coming from his cousin it’s enough to be suspicious.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes! AH!”

“You like that?!”

“Harder!”

“You like it slut?! Your cunt fucke-!”

Of course it'd to be porn.

His face raises some degrees, he felt suddenly awkward with a mix of feelings; annoyance, shame, -arousal, even if he denies it-. He quickly texted Scott;

Henry 19:20

Very mature!

Scott ‘snot’ 19:21

You saw it?

Henry 19:21

What do you think?

Scott ‘snot’ 19:21

Well, that one’s my favorite

Henry 19:22

Not funny! And fuck off!

Scott ‘snot” 19:23

Bon voyage ;DDD

“What the fuck, Hiccup?”

Shit.

“Scott.” He only says. Astrid grimaces, she half-hates his cousin. Probably now thinking he’s stupid for fall for it.

“You’re stupid.” Yep, just how Hiccup presumes it. When he faces her, her expression is wrapped in wrathful.

“I know,” he answers dryly.

“Like, really stupid.”

“Yes, I get it!” Then he winces.

There’s another shift, and her legs intertwines with his, “I’m given you a hard time?” she teases.

“W-what?”

“I don’t want us fight, babe.”

“Yea-”

“So ask my for forgiveness.”

He snorts. Astrid too, her head’s tilted imprinted with a banter smirk.

“Where’s the joke?”

“I’m the joke.”

She hums, “You’re mine joke.”

“I can live with that.”

They chuckle. Then Hiccup clears his throat.

“Forgive me, please,” he took her hands, more confident she’ll not withdraw them.

“Hiccup, babe, you did what you thought was right, and though I wanted to butchered you and hack your head off your body, I understand to a point. However,” she smirks darkly. “Do that again and maybe something’ll gonna be missed in our next fun moment.”

He swallows, but nods otherwise. “Written down,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry, love. It wasn’t my intention of carry you like-”

“…A ragged doll?”

He nods.

“It’s okay, Hiccup,” she insist, but he shakes his head denying. “Just don’t do that again, or it’ll be more serious consequences,” she warns.

“I’m sorry, and I love you.”

Knuckles and thumb supports his weight of one side, with the left he caress her silky cheek. Holding neared bashful glances, their faces crimson and coyly smiles tugging lips. Hiccup finds himself just as enthralled as Astrid. Her beauty is something he’ll never gonna truly get used to; every peek at her sky-blue eyes, at her smooth skin he knows very well how glows in the mornings, her sweet smiles and gracious giggles, every detail feels like the first time.

He’s never guessed how she looks at him, what he thinks of him. Must be something really good so to stick with him and make him worthy of her eyelash’s flirty fluttering, of the melody of her voice, her quiet gasps and gradually loud moans at dawns, and sunsets, and nights.

To welcome him within the valley of soft mounds of swelled flesh. Of fitting him happily between her toned creamy thighs.

The light flashes a bit, and the wagon’s shake triggered a sway of her breasts, which hasten him to look at it. The linen white blouse flows freely with the cool wind from the open window. And yet another bid drags utterly his attention.

They stand, pushing through the fabric, a glimpse of their pinkish color –‘thanks oh bloody illumination’.

He raked his eyes upwards her sharps collarbones, her long neck, and catches the thick gulp she has made. They interlock blue and emerald once more.

Astrid proceeds with the first assault, unable to resist the strained binds.

She clashes her mouth with his, a kiss languorous and slow at first. They separate and graze each other’s lips, occasionally exhaling warm breaths. His tongue creeps amidst his teeth, and she questions why isn’t already shoving into her and tangling with hers.

The palm touching her cheek descends and cradles her nape, before sighing contently and press on the corners of her mouth, she opens it instinctively and strife in search for his chapped lips. Hiccup eludes her tries and starts peppering open-mouthed sloppy kisses across her nose first, coddling her light freckles over there, her jaw, and he lingers behind her ear, ‘fuck, I love you so much’ he whispers. He then travels down the column of her throat, tasting her sweetness, getting drunk with her whimpers.

“Hic-!” he sucks her right where the skin throbs. “Yes!”

He fidgets with the first buttons, exposing her chest for further access, and Astrid helps him despite her maddening state of pleasure, even though her rickety state. Their fingers collide pulling the collar open; in their eagerness they almost tore the cloth apart. She laughs, because she can, because she’s in love and wants to make love to this beautiful, stubborn, reckless man she’d the pleasure to meet and be betrothed.

“Touch me” she says, and it sounds lame to her ears, and not half of her inner desires were voiced. But she gives a crap, there’re much ways to express it.

He raises his head, gifting Astrid a condescending smirk, “You wish that?” he asks, tracing his fingertips on her collarbone, “You do? How, Astrid?” his nails scrapes down what lets the cleavage see.

“I need your kisses, I crave for your touch, I want you entirely, babe,” she mumbles it against his forehead.

Then again he claims her mouth whilst his hands kneed her ass, her hips, and her inner thighs. She moans, and it’s a noise so rich and fucking enticing that he swallows it. He sees himself in keen urgency of archive everything that’s Astrid; her essence, her soul, her mind and body. She’s a precious he thought unattainable. And yet, she’s here with him, and they're pouring their love in heated gropes and thirsty kisses. Right, she’s not a trophy, and it’s only a miracle she dates him firstly. At the same time, he wants to unravel her; shred her in blisses pieces with him within her, to only reconstruct her once more and again, again, again.

“Get naked” she commands, and those only sharps words reminding him how willingly he can be her slave, and never has to forget how strongly and independent she is. And if she wants something, she’ll have it.

“Gladly.” He shags off his t-shirt, throwing it somewhere on the room’s floor. She tossed hers, and Hiccup can understand why he’d saw so clearly her breasts, “When you took it off?” he asks, referring to her bra.

“Oh. Remember when we went inside the coffee shop right after getting out the cab? And I said I needed the restroom?”

Realization struck him, making his jaw slack and wide in a silence ‘O’. He recalls her walking out the door with a mischievous glint he couldn’t fathom.

“Minx.” He accuses.

“Oh, Hiccup.” She laughs, “And you’re saint.” Taking hold of his clothed erection; she massages it.

“Astrid,” he moans.

“You like it?” she asks just like in the video. Her boyfriend’s eyes widen in horrid.

She laughs and kisses him again, “Come on. Let’s beat those porn stars.”

“Stop,” he groans and it mingles with her chuckles.

Her small, caring palms cupped his jaw; attractively squared and bush barely growing, but itchy otherwise, “Let’s unite tonight”; they delved in a gives-butterfly-kiss, caressing each other needy

“Gods you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“So are you,” she crooked her fingers on his waistband teasingly, after playing with the reddish hair of his pelvis, “I remember saying you to get undress.”

“And I remember being raised a gentleman. So, ladies first.”

She swatted his forearm, but leaned on her back sighing, “Such polite you say you are, have the pleasure.”

With gleaming eyes, he roams her bare chest, heaving exhilarated. He took his jeans, unbuckling and sliding them downwards his skinny legs. Then positioned himself in the space of her spread legs. He planted kisses here and there whilst his dexterous and very long fingers unzipped her shorts, and then pulling of it ardently.

“Fuck!” she shrieks breathlessly as chill air kisses her limbs.

“You’re soaked wet,” he says flabbergasted peering her exposed underwear while takes off his shoes and hers before finishing undress both.

“What do you think, muttonhead? I’ve needed you since we left the house. And even after we discussed.”

He swipes his index through it, triggering a throaty moan from her, “Foreplay?”

“Just fuck me.”

Hiccup lowers his body until he’s laying on his stomach as his elbows -placed below her knees- supports his weigh. He nibbles her inner thighs carefully, grazing above his teeth on the whitish skin.

“Yes.”

He parts the swollen, pink flesh, and dips his tongue in the slit.

“Yes!”

The taste is erotic as ever; musky, slick, and a hint of strawberry due her intimate soap for there. He circles and presses occasionally, prompting gasps from her. When he finds her clit, it’s a whole different story.

“Fuck yes!” she springs as he sucks the little bundle, a bit of her sprays on his chin, and he really can’t be more possible enamored.

“Like that you like that” he comments, continuing by licking the junction of her leg and thigh.

“D-don’t stop, p-please.”

“Never,” they find each other’s eyes; obscured and filled with an irresistible desire, he looms above her pelvis smooching the curly blonde hairs, “You’re so…Astrid.”

Her eyes roll back her skull, releasing an unhinged whimper.

Guaranteed she’s ready; Hiccup lifts his upper body, dragging himself over her, rubbing his body with hers, “Think we’re ready?”

“I have been for a while; I’m just waiting for you.”

Being betrothed, and assured to spend their lives together, condoms usually weren’t solicited. Except that Astrid’s on the pill, just in case.

“Hurry up, babe.” He positions, bracketing her lithe form in his arms whilst her legs and knees crooked around his shoulders, “Fuck me, Hiccup, please” she urges, pulling him closer. His head skims her folds, and it’s overwhelming for both young lovers.

“Fuck,” he says in gritted teeth.

“Fuck my brains out.”

“Astrid!” Hiccup scolds.

“Sorry.”

He wraps himself in his left hand, guiding through the heated flesh. At her entrance, he pushes; inch by inch.

“Yeeeesss.” Her spine bows upwards pushing her breasts near his mouth, ‘gods, I’m blessed’ he thought.

Once he feels his head’s touching deep her cavern, he retracts, and slams back in.

“Oh my god!”

After that first assault, he rotates hips, penetrating shallow and slothful. His mouth catches one of her nipples, and nuzzles the cute bud. Because yes, he really thinks they’re cute.

“No, no, no. We’re not lazy today. You can make love to me other time, babe,” she complains.

“Oh, come on, Astrid.”

She narrows eyes and squeeze down muscles, making him stumbled.

“Fine,” and he kisses her sweetly before groping her rear and settle more firmly on his knees, “Let’s unite tonight” he repeats her earlier words. Tightly grabbing her hips, he resumes thrusting a bit tough in the molten velvet he’s within.

“Mmmm, like that.” One of her hands that isn’t fisting the blanket frees her braid and massages her neck down to her left breast, “Hmm yes, Hiccup.” She grinds back assisting him, moaning as his pace increases.

The mattress’s levers below them screeches, the room ascends some degrees, and they don’t feel the breeze anymore, only attending their warms breaths and exchanged panting, “Gods, Astrid” he mumbles as he fixates on her ricochet chest.

“Indeed,” she chuckles. And she’s so lost in him; his black-emerald, loving stare, his disjoin lips praising her between solid thrusts, his slender, yet strong limbs nestling her, her rough hands clutching her backside as he pushes heartily, and she swears he’s not sexing her body and her for the sake of pleasure, but at the same time imploring her soul and shielding everything that’s her, “Fuck.” Indeed, he seizes her heart.

“Agh” he strangles in his saliva. Because he can’t stand it, it’s freaking addictive and he doesn’t want this to end; not a bit. Not yet. It’s too perfect, but then he wants her to reach the peak, and of course he pursues that goal for himself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah, ah”

“C-close?”

She nods, “Y-y-you?”

He nods too.

Hiccup continued spearing her wildly; hips bucking and hers snapping against his in unison. A perfect union; emotions poured and skin coated in sweat, saliva and other fluids, their love and passion ravaging them physically, running through their dopey veins. Gods, it was so intoxicating, and hearing that sloppy-squishy sound they always create right where they connect. Yes, it’s asphyxiating; it is lust, fondness, and deep, deep affection for each other blended equitably.

And the climax? The climax is amazing.

“Hiccup! Hiccupp! Nghh-!” his length touches spots she hardly knows she has, but he reaches, and she’s thankful for that, and for now, his stoking’s pretty good.

“Y-you the-re?”

“Yeah!”

And affirming her words; her slicks walls flutters and coaxed his thick member further, one hand on the sheets, the other snagging his forearms, she comes; howling, scratching, panting like she’d just ran a final. Her legs clamped tightly around his skull, but sure Hiccup can die ecstatic. She felt her owns fluids leaking, but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s touching the sky, seeing the stars with shut eyes. Admiring her man once she’s opening them slowly. And oh the view…

Above her, the light makes its magic, sharpening angles, illuminating beads of sweat, messy hair swaying and following the movements of its owner, Hiccup’s watching straight at her, though trying his best with lidded eyes, but seeking her.

She smiles, feeling completed, feeling satiated.

And then he comes; shoving harder –bending more her legs- and crying out versions of her name just like she did seconds ago; “Oh gods Astrid! You feel so good!” he says above his lungs. She admires that too, that fervent love of his for her. He grinds frenetic ensuing for that primal need, and groaning for the last time it’s when he spills, balmy and sticky, she mewls at the feeling of his seed swelling her.

“You good, babe?” she purrs.

“Excellent.” They shared a supple kiss, in knowledge how each can end sensitive after one session. Whilst Astrid untangles her legs from his neck, Hiccup rubs her shoulders tenderly.

“I’m sleepy,” she murmurs.

Lights out, cleaned and spooning under the sheets, both lovers bask in their afterglow; breathing softly and enjoying the quietness.

“Astrid.” Hiccup spoke, “I’m sorry… for what happened in the store. It wasn’t appropriate, and I only ashamed you”

She sighs, “It’s okay. It is good you recognized your mistake. Yeah, it was stupid…” yawns, “…Half my fault, but as long it doesn’t repeats”

Hiccup nods, and kisses her hairline, “I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

A/N: First smut I have ever written. I did this to practice

#I find myself looking for validation #I posted this in january #just not here #httyd #httyd fanfiction #httyd modern au #modern httyd #modern au #fanfiction #my writing #hiccstrid #hiccstrid fanfic

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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Heaven Help Me

Pairing: Gerard Way x Demon!Female Reader Rating: Teen Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,100 Author’s Note: Here is the x reader version of the story I just published.

You had been so careful when you recited the words. You were supposed to be opening yourself up for communication with the spirit world after your friend's beloved aunt passed away and you wanted to help grant her closure. This also wasn’t the first time you had done this. You knew the dangers of channeling the other side, but you weren’t worried. You would be fine.

But after letting your friend's aunt speak through you, you felt something else. You tried to let it go, it had to be nothing, you felt fine and didn’t hear anyone else communicating with you. Shortly after your tearful friend left, your boyfriend Gerard arrived home.

“(YN), you home?” he called from the door.

“Yea, in here,” you called from the kitchen. He came in and greeted you warmly with a kiss as he set his stuff down.

“What did you do today?” he asked while pouring himself some coffee.

“Did a few readings for online clients then a friend stopped over and I channeled her aunt.”

“How'd it go?” Gerard asked. He was supportive of your work, but was always concerned when you started communicating with the other side.

“It was fine, no problems at all,” you smiled.

The rest of the night you ate dinner, and laid around with Gerard being lazy, it was a good night.

The next morning when your eyes opened, you felt like a shift had taken place deep inside you. You felt empowered and motivated to cause some kind of trouble. You shook your head and strutted toward the shower, leaving Gerard sleeping in bed.

As you peeled off your pajamas and looked in the mirror, nothing looked different, but you were so much more aware of your curves and how sexy you felt.

You stepped into the shower and got started washing up for the day. As you ran your shampoo covered hands through your hair, your fingers grazed against something strange, a rough patch on your scalp. You scrubbed at it a little harder with your nails, and then noticed another patch on the other side.

You finished washing up and got out of the shower and cleared the steam off the mirror. Parting your wet hair, you looked at your scalp, but couldn’t manage to find what you had felt.

The next couple days went by without anything out of the ordinary going on, other than your newfound burst of self-assurance. The confidence in yourself radiated off of you, and Gerard was quick to notice as well. It was as if a switch had been flipped in you and you had become irresistible to him.

The next morning though as you woke up tangled against Gerard's sleeping form, you felt like another shift had taken place in you. You still felt confident and sexy, but it also felt like there was a darkness encroaching.

In the shower you started shampooing your hair as normal when you realized the spots on your scalp had changed overnight. Now they were sharp buds growing out of the top of your scalp.

“No, no, no!” you said as you quickly rinsed off and went to the mirror, pulling at your hair until you confirmed what you felt.

“Oh fuck!” You muttered, not realizing how loud you actually were.

“(YN), you ok?” Gerard called from the other side of the door.

“Yea, just cut myself shaving, its ok,” you lied. You sank to the floor, heart pounding in your chest. It all made sense now. A demon snuck through while you channeled your friend's aunt.

‘And I'm so happy in here, I think I'm gonna stick around,’ a voice from the back of your mind taunted.

“No! You leave me at once!” you whispered harshly.

‘Your, or should I say our, man, is so hot though, I wanna stick around. Besides these last few days have been some of the best you've ever felt right?’

“Shut up,” you grumbled.

‘That’s it, you know you love what I've done for you. Now come on, finish washing that sexy body and then let’s go have some fun with Gee!’

“You don’t get to call him that,” you replied as you involuntarily got off the ground and back under the spray of the shower.

‘Pretty sure I'm calling the shots now, sweet thing. Now hurry up.’

As you and the demon began to coexist together within you, you did have to admit you still loved the way it made you feel; sexy, confident, ambitious. That did not stop you from scheduling an exorcism with a priest that you had met once. You were desperate to get back to normal before Gerard noticed, but you were too late.

One night you both lay panting, coming down from yet another passionate moment together. You were curled against Gerard’s side as he lit himself a cigarette.

“(YN), can I ask you something? And please don’t take it the wrong way,” he asked tentatively.

“Sure,” you asked with your brow furrowed.

“You know I love you, completely and totally with all my heart forever, but this last week you’ve been…”

“Different?”

“Yea,” he answered.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked looking up at him.

‘If he says yes, don’t worry we can go after that sexy brother of his’ the demon taunted, and you bit your tongue to keep from telling it off.

“Not at all!” He replied, looking worried that he said the wrong thing. “I love this… sexier side that seems to be coming out, I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

You chuckled darkly. “Oh, you know, just possessed by an apparently sex crazed demon, but other than that, I’m fine.”

Gerard laughed heartily before putting out the cigarette and getting out of bed. “That’s a good idea for a comic,” he called as he made his way into the bathroom.

“Let me know if you need any ideas,” you muttered.

‘So you’re gonna cancel that exorcism?’

“No,” you grumbled

‘But he loves you even more since you let me in, and you told him, and he doesn’t even mind. Come on, let me stick around, you know I’m keeping things interesting.’

You actually considered the demon’s words for a moment. “Fine. I’ll cancel it.”

“Cancel what?” Gerard asked as he came back out of the bathroom.

“Exorcism,” you said with a shrug.

Gerard laughed again as he got into bed and pulled you close. “You’re so funny, sugar. I love you,” he said as he placed a kiss on your head. For a moment you held your breath, but he missed the small horns that had grown sharper in the days since they had emerged. “I could spend forever like this, just you and me.”

“Me too,” you replied looking up at him with a smile and he leaned down and kissed you passionately.

‘Me three.’

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction #gerard way x demon reader

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 5 years

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I’ll leave my window open

Summary: you visit Neverland in your dreams, will you leave everything behind and go with Pan or will you stay put?

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: none

It wasn't that I was lonely, or hurt, or neglected, it was because an uncontrollable desire for adventure burned deep inside me, spreading like a wild fire. Sparks lit up in my heart when I thought of all of the places I could explore, and wonderful things I could see and experience. To say I wasn't scared of up and leaving everything I've ever known was a lie, everybody gets scared, it's part of what makes us human. But one question burned in my mind, permently nagging at me: what if?

What if I left?

What if I found the most wonderful things?

What if I didn't?

What if I would only be disappointed?

But of course, every piece and part of me wanted to believe that one day I would find that missing piece of my puzzle, the lost piece.

The sun set painting the sky with swirls of blues, pinks and oranges, silently I perched on my window sill, looking out as a flock of birds flew across the sky line. I often wondered what it would be like to be a bird, feeling the cool breeze ruffle my feathers as I travled where ever I wanted whenever I wanted, being able to watch the sun set every night and sun rise every morning. I longed for freedom, that much was true, to see the beautiful world that I lived in, covering and exploring every inch of it. Without uttering a single word I watched as the sky turned from the glowing orange until it faded into the dark navy blue, bright stars twinkled against it like a thousand shimmering fish in a dark ocean.

"Y/n?" A voice echoed through out my room. Turning my head to the side I saw my older brother peeking his head around the door, his large fingers curling around the silver door handle, "Why are you still up? It's almost midnight and you have school."

A sour expression settled of my face "I'm not tired." I shrugged at him "And just because you're a year older than me dose not mean you get to act like a parent."

His shoulders slightly bounced with laughter as a smile came up to his eyes. Quietly, he placed his bare feet into my cold wooden floor and joined me by the window. Together, we stared in awe at the scene before us for what felt like an eternity, soaking up the breath taking view of the shining stars.

"It's beautiful" he whispered.

"I know."

I could feel something tugging at my heart, at my soul, a feeling so overpowering it could bring anyone to tears. An unspeakable desire clawed it's way up my body, consuming me. That's when I heard something, bearly audible like someone was whispering sweet nothing's into the starry night sky.

"What was that?" I whispered, looking toward my brother I saw his head tilted back slightly as his eyes when wide in wonder and amazement.

"Oh, it was nothing." He spoke so softly as if he was afraid the air around him was so delicate it would break if he spoke too loud "get to bed kid."

With that he tip-toed against my hard wooden floor, hearning it creek under the slight pressure. Softly closing the door behind him I was left alone in my room once more, no lights were on, just the sliver moon light flooding the room.

I lay down on my soft bed, running my finger tips along crisp sheets before snuggling into them. My hair cascading down and fanning out across the pillows that were laid nearly across my bed spread, I let out a content sigh before finally closing my e/c eyes.

I was woken up by the sound on banging, really loud banging. The windows rattled with great force as though they were going to smash all over the oak floor. The wind howlled loud outside, trees swayed vigorously as the humongous gusts mercifully tossed them around. Then everything went quite, not a sound was to be heard as the eerie silently hung over the little town. The mini storm had vanished as if it were nothing more than a legend, a secret that the night only let a few people know about.

Bang.

The window flew open with great strength, the wind picking up once again causing my h/c to whip around in the air aimlessly. In flew a dark shadowy figure, I almost let out a scream if it weren't for my words getting choked up in my throat.

It's piercing white eyes lingered on me as it came closer, I would have liked to say I was brave but that would be far from the truth. I hid behind the comfort of my duvet as if I were a child once again, squeezing my eyes shut and telling myself that it wasn't real, that it was just a dream. But no matter how many times I reapeted that phrase in my mind it wouldn't stick, I was still shaking, gripping my bed covers in fright and all the while still trying to figure out what an earth that thing was.

A demon?

A ghost?

Even so the words of my grandfather rung loud in my ears.

It's not the dead that can hurt you, it's the living.

Mustering up every ounce of courage I had in my tiny body I peered out into my room, only to be met with those glowing white eyes, staring at me, mocking me.

In one swift motion the thing grabbed my wrist, gripping at it tight and taking me from my bed. Pulling me along the hard wooden floor, I was in too much shock to move, I was in too much shock to do anything other than sit back and watch it drag me along like a lazy puppy refusing to go on a walk. Pulling me up he stood on the window sill before looking at me, my mouth parted slightly at the sight before me, was this real? Before my mental question could be answered he stepped off the window sill dragging me down with him, a scream left my lips as we fell before finally we were... flying? Gliding through the air as the wind whipped me around all over the place. Squeezing my eyes shut I felt the cold breeze nip at my soft skin and clung onto the strange creature for dear life.

Time flew by and I felt myself falling once again, my eyes shot open as I saw a golden sandy beach get closer and closer before finally...

"Ouch" I groaned, my clothes covered in sand. I peeled myself up from the ground and peered at the beach I was now standing on, it stretched for miles on end, lining the dense jungle which stood infront of me.

"Now that was quite the fall" an unfarmilliar voice chuckled to himself causing my to almost jump out of my skin, his shoulders bouncing up and down with laughter at my reaction.

My e/c eyes scanning the strange boy up and down. He wore a cloak, the hood of it hiding away all of his hair but left the deep scar which ran down his face on display. I suddenly felt very small compared to him as his ice cold eyes stared me down and his tall frame towered over my tiny body. Cluched in his large hands was a wooden club which he slung over his broad shoulder, he stalked forward until I was looking up at him.

"Who are you?" I asked, if it wasn't obvious that I was scared before it would defiantly be obvious now by the way my voice trembled.

A smirk spread itself across the boys pale features as he looked at me dead in the eyes "I'm Felix, welcome to Neverland."

After a very long and silent walk through the thick jungle we had arrived at a camp, boys danced and whooped around the massive camp fire which was lit in the center. Soft music played in the background, the melody gently floating into my head as I looked around in wonder.

"Wait here." The stranger whispered to me before walking away, still with my feet planted into the ground I let my eyes roam around, taking everything in.

What is this place?

The soft heat from the fire glided across my exposed skin, one by one I noticed every pair of eyes settled on me as the camp grew silent. Shuffling my feet I stared down at the ground, hoping that they would take no notice and go back to what they were doing before, but of course my silent prayers weren't answered.

Before long Felix returned to my side with another boy, he was slightly shorter than Felix was and had chestnut brown hair which sweeper over his emerald coloured eyes. A cocky smirk played on the boys lips as he looked me up and down, I couldn't tell if it was amusement or disgust that clouded behind those green eyes but whatever it was it made me feel uneasy.

"A girl huh?" He spoke, folding his arms over his chest "we've never had one of those before."

Science fell over the whole of the makeshift camp, no one daring to utter a word before the stranger, who I'm assuming is some kind of leader, started to speak up again.

"What do you say boys? Should we let her stay, or throw her in a cage?"

I did not like the sound of that, but the cheers that came from the group of boys told me that they thought other wise.

"I will not be thrown in a cage." I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.

"Oh look," said the leader "it talks."

Every one around him started to laugh as I felt my blood begin to boil in my veins.

"But why did the shadow bring her here?" Felix asked the elf boy.

"I don't know." He shrugged before an evil smirk came upon his features "we could make it a game."

There was something about his words that sent a disturbing shiver to travel down my spine. I took a slight step back, afraid to be too close to the demon disgusted as a boy.

"What kind of game, Peter?" Felix asked, his hood shadowing half of his face.

"We'll leave her to fend for herself." He said, a smug grin was plastered on his face "If she survives then she is worthy enough to stay for good, but is she fails... well you get my point."

My eyes went wide with fear, I couldn't survive in my own! I've never even been here before and they except me to magically know where to go and not go, how to get food or where I'll sleep?

"I'll die." I exclaimed, hoping that it would flip a switch in his brain and get the stranger to change his narrow mind.

"Maybe," he shrugged, chuckling darkly to himself "If you do then the animals will be sure to have a good feast."

Laughs erupted from the boys behind him, all chuckling at his dark humor. I couldn't help but feel weak around them, Every one here towered over me like a sky scraper and was very intimidating. The fact that all of the boys carried weapons with them everywhere they went didn't help calm my nerves ether.

"As for now its time for you to go back."

His words confused me but soon I began to feel dizzy, my head pounded, feeling like it was going to turn to mush. Everything around me began to spin as I stumbled on my feet before my body colided with the hard ground and my vision was engulfed with darkness.

Clutching my head I slowly began to sit up, wincing with every tiny movement. Blinking, I forced my eyes to open only to reveal that I was back in my own room again, sitting safe in the comfort of my bed. Was that some kind of weird dream? But it all felt so real, it was like I was actually there.

Cool air nipped at my exposed arms, snapping me out of my thoughts. Turning my head to the side I saw the window was wide open, exactly the same way it was when the shadow dragged me out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you like it, the romance is coming don't worry! 😘❤ xxx

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