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mlmxreader · 1 year
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Sweat, Baby, Sweat | Alex Keller x m!reader
@guardkeywolf asked: "You look tired, like, really fucking tired"
Alex X Male Reader
Where like,
He really really really likes working out lol
summary: Alex walks in on you working out.
tws: swearing, playful fighting/sparring
Sweat dripped down your back as you pushed yourself up off of the floor, panting heavily as you mopped your forehead with the hem of your shirt and reached for the can of Red Bull that sat nearby; soaked in sweat, you couldn't bare it anymore, and peeled off your sticky shirt, flinging it across the room, only to look up and laugh softly when Alex caught it. He took a sniff, and winced as he closed his eyes and pulled back from it.
"You stink."
"I've been working out," you pointed out. "I'm gonna smell a little bit."
He shrugged, tossing the shirt aside as he came to sit on the bench in front of you, folding his arms across his chest after taking his prosthetic leg off, letting it rest against the wall; he leaned over to grab your phone, looking through your liked songs as he scoffed and shook his head.
"Why's it all fucking Sodom, Slayer, Sabaton, Slipknot?"
You shrugged, leaning back and planting your hands on the floor behind you. "I like it... you got a problem with that, Echs?"
Alex shook his head, humming as he put on 'The Art of War' by Sabaton. He watched you get back to it for a moment, always so mesmerised by the way that you did press ups; he never thought he would find something so mundane so fun to watch, but it was the mix of your skin glistening with sweat, the wink you shot him every time you caught his eye, and the way you laughed softly when he pulled funny faces. It wasn't long before he made his way over, and sat on your back.
"Keep going, Sir," he teased. "I know you can do it, Flight Lieutenant."
You scoffed, shaking your head as you kept going, grunting every now and then when he would fidget; from the corner of your eye, you could see him posing for a picture as he held his phone out, and for a moment, you stayed still until he pointed the phone away from the mirror. You couldn't help but to smile to yourself as you kept trying to work out, slowly counting down the press ups that you had to do until you got to just one.
"I'm taking a break," you huffed, waiting for Alex to remove himself before you stood up, shaking yourself off as you stretched and groaned.
"Don't let me get in your way," he hummed, putting his leg back on and stretching before he made his way over to the weights and picked up the ones he knew he had to use. Alex had to admit, he did like to work out with you, but while you were taking a break, there was no harm in him doing a little bit here and there on his own; his favourite by far, though, was sparring.
He loved it when you playfully fought with him, when you were a little rough and a little less caring, competitive but still well within his limits for what he could stand; the rougher play fights that always ended in slow and gentle kisses, little murmurs of "I'm sorry" littered between them when a graze or a bit of nicked skin was spotted, slow and gentle kisses where he always took a chance to make you laugh, that was his favourite thing about working out together, without a single doubt.
The second you started to make your way over to the weights, though, Alex stopped you, putting his own down before he grabbed you by the shoulders, spinning you around so that your back was against his chest before he used his right leg to sweep yours, ending on the floor together with his hands either side of your head and his hips pressed to yours.
"Oh, we're doing that, are we?" You asked, a grin on your features.
Alex nodded, gently biting at the back of your neck. "We're doing this."
You scoffed, grabbing his arm and tugging it beneath you, a loud 'thud' echoing throughout the room as he landed on his back; but Alex was greedy, and grinned as you pulled him beneath you, looking at you sideways as he dared to steal a quick kiss, making you laugh. "I always was the better fighter when it came to hand to hand combat."
"You wish," he growled, laying his hand at the back of your neck before pulling you down, making sure to wrap his legs around your waist as he held you on your side. "You've always been cocky, Sir."
"Oh, Echo," you tutted, taking his wrists and pulling him over you, pinning him down by planting your knees either side of his hips, holding his wrists above his head with one hand as you let the other rest on his neck. "Y'know, just because I'm your boyfriend, it doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."
"I count on it," he replied, squirming beneath you. "But I'm not gonna be gentle, either, y'know."
"But, baby," you cooed. "You look tired, like, really fucking tired... maybe you ought to sit this one out, huh?"
Alex shook his head, attempting to distract you with a kiss. "Or not."
"I'm gonna make you regret saying that," you warned playfully, gently tracing his throat. "Especially now that I'm pretty sure I won't have time to do my usual hour run before tea."
He shrugged. "Would you rather be running in the cold, or here with me?"
Admittedly, "I'd rather be here with you, but that's not the point, Alex."
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everyyamato · 3 years
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reidsnose · 3 years
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Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)
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overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius
genre: fluff
a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)
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From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.
the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.
it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.
the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.
on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.
you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.
you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.
though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.
you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.
spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.
and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.
soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.
one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".
two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".
three meant "i have to tell you asap".
an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".
so on and so forth.
the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.
to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.
though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.
the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.
you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.
the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.
one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.
jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"
next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".
followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"
after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"
and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"
then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"
followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"
and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"
you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.
"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.
"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.
more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.
one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.
"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.
"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.
"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.
"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.
"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.
"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"
"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.
"duh." rossi joked.
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The Match - Part 8
Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.
Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols
A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise
The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST
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Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.
Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.
"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.
You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!
"Yes?" he called out.
You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.
"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.
Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.
"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.
Bitch.
"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.
Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.
Bitch!
Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."
The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.
All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.
Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.
"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"
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The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.
You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.
You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.
"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.
You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.
"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.
Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."
You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."
"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.
"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.
"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.
You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.
"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.
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You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.
Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?
"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.
"Huh?" you asked.
"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."
You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.
"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.
You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.
Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."
"Motherfucker." you hissed out.
Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."
Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?
"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.
Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."
"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.
Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"
"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.
"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.
You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."
Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.
"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.
She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.
"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.
Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."
You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.
"Playing family after just one date, huh."
Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.
Why even try now?
"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.
"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.
Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.
"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.
Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.
"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.
"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.
Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.
You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"
"I'm ready to head back, Buck."
Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.
"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.
You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.
"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.
Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.
"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.
Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.
"I think I know what's happening."
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"You what?!"
"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.
Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.
"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.
You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.
"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.
You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.
You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.
Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.
"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.
"Not at all." you said.
"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.
You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.
"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.
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You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.
During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.
But did you have any right to feel this way though?
Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.
You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.
Don’t let Bucky get to you.
When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.
“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.
Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”
You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.
A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.
“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.
You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.
“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.
“I don’t believe you.” he said.
You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”
And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.
You were far from done.
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gubler-me-up · 3 years
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Jealous Boy (MGG Request)
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Request: Jealous sex with Matthew and it’s just filled with pure filth (i.e degradation, spitting etc) pls
A/N: Thank you for sending in this request, anon! We do love some jealous sex! I would have posted this earlier but I took a looong break today which I shouldn’t have but here we are back to posting in the a.m. hours. If the writing seems off you know why but I corrected as much as I could find now and as per usual will probably go back and edit later when I find mistakes while reading through LOL Hope you enjoy and happy reading 🥳
Couple: Dom!MGG/Fem!reader
Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)
Content warning: Clubbing, grinding dancing with stranger, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, slapping, spitting, choking, spanking, creampie, swearing
Word count: 3k
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For weeks on end you insisted Matthew and you should go to this new club in downtown LA. You knew clubbing wasn’t really his scene anymore but you wanted to spend your Saturday night dancing the worries of the week away. He couldn’t say no to you forever, so he eventually said yes.
You stared in the mirror one last time trying to fix your hair the way you liked it. You were taking the longest time to get ready because you hadn’t been to a club in a long time and wanted to make sure you were the hottest thing insight. Matthew was waiting for you downstairs. You had told him you only needed five more minutes but you had been upstairs for twenty.
“Y/N, are you almost done?” He called from downstairs.
“Yeah, babe. I’m coming right now,” you shouted.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he shouted back.
You chuckled and decided you had kept him waiting for long enough. You grabbed your purse off the bed and bolted out the bedroom door to meet him downstairs. You ran downstairs to see him standing by the front door with his shoes on and keys in his hand.
He bit his bottom lip as he watched you come down the stairs. You didn’t know if he was fixated on how your low cut top was making your boobs pop out or if it was how nicely your jeans hugged your legs. You went up to him and broke him out of his stare by giving him a kiss.
“How do I look?” You asked.
“Fucking amazing,” he said.
You giggled. “I guess we’ll both be the hottest thing at the club.”
He chuckled. “You beat me by a mile with the way you look.”
You felt him grab your ass and squeeze it. You giggled before he gave you another kiss. You pushed him away before he got too carried away.
“Save that energy for tonight, tiger,” you joked.
“I mean we don’t have to go to the club,” he said.
You pouted. “You already said we could and I really want to.”
“I’m joking, we’re still going to go. I hope everyone keeps their hands to themselves there though,” he said.
“No need to worry, babes. I’m sure everyone will keep their hands to themselves,” you assured him.
He smiled and kissed you one last time before the both of you headed outside to the car. You two quickly started your journey into the downtown scene. You didn’t even realize how late it was getting until you saw the time in the car. It was nearing 11 p.m. You didn’t plan to stay out late especially since it wasn’t Matthew’s scene and you didn’t want him to go further out of his comfort zone than he already was.
He parked in a parking garage near the club. You eagerly hopped out and ran to the driver’s side. As soon as he stepped out of the car you grabbed his hand so you two could get a move on it. He laughed at your eagerness as you basically dragged him out of the parking garage.
“I’m telling you you’re going to fall in love with the club scene again,” you said.
“I think I’m too old for the club scene,” he said.
“Ugh we’re both too old for the club scene but it doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time,” you said.
He chuckled. “But you have way more energy than I do. Plus you have a good knee.”
You giggled. “I’ve seen you dance and you still have it in you.”
You two reached the club in no time with your pep in your step. You swore it was further from where he had parked the car. You felt bad for dragging Matthew by his arm the whole way because you knew how he took his time while walking. You were just glad you were holding his hand or else he’d probably still be in the parking garage.
To your surprise there wasn’t much of a line to wait in. You two took your place in line and waited for the few people in front of you to go in. You saw five guys walk out and got excited. The more people who left the faster you two could get in. They walked by you two as they left the club.
You heard them whispering to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Matthew looking at them as they walked by. He kept looking at them as they walked out of sight. He finally looked away from their direction and rolled his eyes. You raised a questionable eyebrow at his expression.
“Is there something wrong?” You asked.
“They were looking at you and whispering to each other,” he said.
“So what?” You asked.
“They were looking at your ass,” he said.
“Ugh just ignore them,” you said.
“It’s hard ignoring five guys looking and talking about your ass, Y/N,” he said.
“Just forget about them,” you insisted.
He sighed as he dropped the subject for your sake. You were glad he did because you two had reached the front of the line. You took out your I.D. to show the bouncer and so did Matthew. The bouncer let you two in. You immediately walked towards the dance floor. The music was blasting and you could feel the beat running through your body.
You looked back at Matthew who was following you close behind. He looked as if he was still thinking about the incident outside. You sighed and walked up to him. You grabbed his hands.
“Can you look as if you have energy, please?” You asked.
“How about I get you a drink and you can show me your moves on the dance floor?” He suggested.
“Fine, I’ll be here waiting,” you said.
He gave you a kiss before walking over to the bar. You watched him walk away and stayed in your spot as you told him you would. You soon heard your favourite song blasting on the DJ speakers. You looked back at the bar and saw Matthew still waiting to tell the bartender his order.
You decided you had enough time to dance to the song. You rushed to the dance floor and started to slowly dance to it. You were trying to build your confidence up to fully show your moves. You swaying your hips and being alone on the dance floor attracted eyes to you. One of those eyes was brave enough to approach you. A guy danced up to you with a beaming smile on his face.
“You’ve got some serious moves,” he complimented.
“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself,” you said.
“Do you always move your hips like that?” He asked.
“Only to this song. It’s my favourite song,” you said.
“No way. My hips move like that to this song as well,” he said.
“Oh really?” You said.
“Yeah. Turn around and I’ll show you. I promise not to do any funny business,” he said.
You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was trustworthy. You didn’t think it would cause any harm if you danced with someone else for just a second. You turned around and continued to dance as you felt him push up against you.
“Wow, you really do love this song,” he said.
“I told you,” you said.
You felt him place his hands on your hips. You felt him gently pull you in closer to him and rested his head on the side of yours. You looked back at him with a suspicious look.
“I thought no funny business?” You asked.
“Sorry, you’re right. I got carried away in how well you dance,” he said.
“You think you’re slick huh?” You asked.
He chuckled. “Maybe a little.”
You felt your arm get jerked away from the guy you were dancing with. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Matthew. You looked anyway and saw how upset he looked at the guy. The guy you were dancing with put his hands up in a self-defence position before backing away completely.
Matthew then turned his attention back to you. You knew he was in a jealous rage just by the way his eyes were wild. You looked at his free hand and didn’t see a drink in it. He must have watched your every move from the bar and didn’t bother ordering the drink. He was fuming.
“We’re leaving now,” he said.
“Because I was dancing with someone?” You asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“It wasn’t what it looked like,” you said.
“So you weren’t dancing with him? I just imagined the whole thing?” He asked.
“Well, yeah but-”
“We’re going.”
He dragged you by the arm all the way out of the club. You pouted and sighed as you two walked out. You wanted to resist but you didn’t want him to be any more upset than he already was. You knew how he got when he was jealous and you didn’t want to provoke him any more than you had. You started to think of what would happen when you two got home.
The car ride back was quiet but he didn’t seem as upset anymore. His eyebrows were still furrowed as he drove. You didn’t think he was going to argue about what happened any further. Besides he wasn’t the arguing type regardless.
As soon as you two walked through the front door, you kicked off your heels and made your way upstairs. He was still quiet and didn’t pay you much mind. You expected him to cool down soon and you two could get past the night.
You went to the bathroom and took off your makeup. As you wiped your face with your makeup wipe you could hear Matthew walking up the stairs. You sighed and decided it was time you apologized to him for dancing with that guy. His silence was killing you and he knew it was.
You walked out of the bathroom as soon as he walked into the bedroom. Before you uttered a word he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him. You obeyed and walked up to him.
“Matthew, I just wanted-”
“On your knees.”
“What?”
“You want to make it up to me? Get on your knees.”
You immediately dropped to your knees. He forcibly stuck his fingers in your mouth to open it up wide. You opened it up as wide as possible as you watched him undo his pants. He pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His dick sprung up in front of you.
“If you want to act like a whore you’re going to be a whore for me,” he said before shoving his dick in your mouth.
You choked as his dick reached the back of your throat. He grabbed your hair and pulled your hair back and forth so your head could bob on his dick. Your hands found your way to your top and you pulled it down to reveal your breasts.
He saw what you did and pulled your hair to take you off his dick. He slapped you across your face before grabbing your face to pull you up to stand. He used his other hand to roughly squeeze your breast. You let out a yelp as he continued to roughly massage it.
“Is this what you wanted to do at the club? Show everyone how much of a slut you are?” He asked.
“No,” you responded.
He slapped you on your cheek again before grabbing your neck. He pulled you closer to him so you were right in front of his face. You saw the rage still in his eyes but there was also the look of needing you as well. Whenever he got like this you knew you were in for some amazing rough sex.
“That’s all you have to say for yourself? No? I don’t fucking believe you,” he said.
“I only belong to you,” you said.
“Is that right? Then why were you such a whore tonight?” He asked.
“I was being a bad whore. I think I should be punished for it,” you said.
“You do?” He asked.
“Of course,” you said.
He took his hand off of your neck to pull off your shirt. He slapped your right breast and you yelped. He did it again and you yelped even louder. He squeezed your soar breast and listened as your voice cracked a small scream.
“I don’t think this is punishment enough for what you did,” he said.
“So fuck the shit out of me then,” you said.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He questioned.
“I would,” you said.
He slapped your breast again. “Of fucking course a whore like you would like that.”
“Yes I would,” you yelped.
“You’re a fucking disgusting whore. Turn around,” he demanded.
You swiftly turned around and waited for his next move. He took off your jeans along with your underwear and pulled them all the way down to the floor. You stepped out of them and kicked it aside. He spanked your ass hard and you let out a shriek.
“Tell me you fucking love this,” he said.
“I fucking love it,” you said.
He spanked your ass again. “Louder.”
“I fucking love it,” you shrieked.
He grabbed both your arms to place them behind your back. He shoved you forward so you could walk towards the bed. As you reached the edge of the bed, he pulled you close to him so you could feel his dick on your ass.
“Show me how your whore ass grinded on that guy again,” he demanded.
You started to move your hips side to side to appease his request. It was hard to move your hips effectively with his hard dick in the way but you tried your best. You then felt him roughly circle his fingers on your clit. You started moaning loudly and could hardly keep your hips moving properly.
“I know the guy you were grinding on didn’t feel as good as I do,” he said.
“H-he…God, no he didn’t,” he said.
He pushed you down on the bed face down. He removed his hand from your clit and you could feel him positioning himself behind you. His dick lingered right outside of your opening and you were anticipating its entrance.
“Now you want just one dick?” He asked.
“I’ve always wanted your dick and only your dick,” you said.
“Tonight you wanted to be a fucking disgusting whore for no reason. I think I need to remind you who you belong to,” he said.
He placed his hand on your face to hold you down in place. You gasped loudly as you felt him ram himself inside of you. You couldn’t even make a word escape your mouth properly to tell him how good he was fucking you.
He hovered over your body, his face lowered down to yours. He watched you carefully as you continued to moan out profanities. He spit in your mouth as he saw your mouth gaped open. It landed on the side of your mouth and you let it seep into your mouth before you licked it up completely.
“That’s right. Be a fucking good whore for me and take that shit,” he said.
You stuck out your tongue and he accepted your request loud and clear. He spit onto your tongue again and you took it into your mouth as you continued to moan. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it as he started to ram into you even harder.
“Oh fuck,” you shrieked.
“Shut up and take my dick, fucking whore,” he said.
“Yes,” you shrieked.
He hooked his index finger onto the corner of your mouth. Him being over you having his way with you made you extremely wet. You could feel his dick slip and slide out of you with ease and you could tell on his face he enjoyed it. He bit his bottom lip and you knew it was a sign he was trying to restrain himself from cumming.
He moved his hand from your face and grabbed your arms to pull you up. He continued to fuck you as you stood in front of him. He used his free hand to grab your neck as his other hand continued to restrain you. He placed his mouth by your ear and you could hear his laboured breaths.
“I’m going to cum in you and your whore pussy’s going to take it,” he said.
“I need your cum inside of me,” you begged.
“You’re such a fucking desperate cum whore,” he said.
“I am. I fucking am,” you said.
He let out a long groan and you could feel his cum fill you up. You let out a deep moan as you let him finish before he pulled out. He let go of your neck and spanked you on your soar ass again before letting go of your neck.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
You turned around. He grabbed you by your face and pulled you close to him. He wasn’t as rough this time but you knew he was still in his zone just by the way he grabbed you by your jaw.
“I thought you would know by now I’m the jealous type,” he said.
“I do but I’m the type to like jealous sex,” you said.
“I guess that makes us a perfect pair,” he said.
He leaned in and kissed you. He eased up from the kiss and the darkness from his eyes disappeared in an instant. You smirked at him.
“I guess it does. Does that mean you’re not done with me for the night?” You asked.
“I think the night awaits a lot of different punishments for you,” he said.
You grinned. “Can’t wait.”
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I had a dream about fishing last night (and I hate fishing) but it made me think of mechanic Frankie taking reader up to his secret cabin that he owns that they had no idea about for a first real weekend getaway, just them, and reached them how to fish. And he’s sitting there relaxing looking over at them and just thinking “wow, I get to be this happy again.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Warnings: You check Frankie out quite a few times in this, kissing, we’re getting there (if you know what i mean), Frankie doubting himself. Also please don’t kill me for the ending. I have another ask I’m saving it for.
The girl scout story in this fic is completely true lol.
A/N: This got a little longer than I expected clocking in at a little over 2.5k but it’s all just fun and flirty and a little sexy too.
[mechanic!frankie masterlist]
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Frankie was proud of himself. After years of being single, of not even dating, he was a boyfriend and a damn good one if he went by what you told him. You loved all the dates and places he took you, but there was one place he still hadn’t shown you. He was afraid to.
He wanted to take you away for the weekend, but he was afraid that it was too soon to ask you for something like that. He didn’t want to scare you away by asking you to join him at his cabin this weekend. Maybe you would think that he wanted something from you. Yes, that something. The thought alone made his face get hot and he quickly pushed it from his mind. It wasn’t what he wanted from you at all even if you two were up there alone. Just waking up beside you sounded nice.
“Frankie, are you okay?” you asked, nudging him gently. “Your ice cream is melting.”
He looked down. “Oh!” He quickly brought the cone to his mouth and licked the mess from the side of the cone and his hand. You looked away, pretending to be distracted by the birds in the sky.
“Something on your mind?” You looked at him out the corner of your eye to make sure his tongue was back in his mouth. When you saw that it was, you turned to him and touched his thigh for reassurance.
“No...well, yeah, but...uhhh...” He sighed and looked down at his ice cream again. “There’s something I want to ask you.”
“Well, ask me.” You waited with bated breath. When he didn’t speak, you checked your watch. “You’re gonna have to head back to the garage soon. You wanna talk about it later?”
“No. If I don’t do it now then I never will.” He took a deep breath and looked you in the eye. “Would you maybe want to...go away this weekend? W-With me?”
“Go away? Where?” you asked excitedly.
“I have a cabin near the lake. Maybe we can...fish and stuff,” he said nervously. “You don’t have to. I know this is weird. I shouldn’t be asking you to go away with me so soon and-”
“I’d love to go,” you told him then licked your ice cream. His eyes wandered to your lips then back up to your eyes. He was quiet until he realized what you said.
“Wait...what?”
“I said I want to go to your cabin this weekend. I need a little getaway. It will be nice to really have you to myself,” you said. You squeezed your eyes shut. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It sounds selfish.”
“Selfish? I’m flattered,” he chuckled. “You can be as selfish with me as you like.”
You turned to him again. “I can’t wait to see your cabin.”
“I can’t wait to show you.”
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It had been so long since Frankie had been up to his cabin with someone. After his wife died, he rarely made the drive and when he did, it was to be alone. He would sit there and wallow the entire time, missing her, missing what he had. Now he had you—someone to share it with and happy to do so.
He waited by your door as you scrambled around grabbing a few more things. You finally walked over to him, bag in hand, and smiled. “I think I’m ready now.”
“I’ll take that for you.” He took the bag you were holding, sneaking in a quick kiss as he did.
“Thank you, sir.” You walked out side-by-side and he carefully placed your bag in the back of his truck.
“It’s a little over an hour away. I hope you don’t mind long drives,” he said as he climbed into the truck.
“Are you kidding? I love long drives.”
He beamed at you. How did he get so lucky to find someone who loved the things he did again? Better yet, what did he do to deserve this again? He put on his aviators and started the truck as you sat back and smiled out the window.
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On the drive, Frankie discovered that he would never hear a better sound than your laugh. He would never tire of the way your voice went up a few octaves when you got excited. No one had made him smile that way in so long.
“Oh my God, babe look...horses!” You grabbed his arm excitedly. He wondered if you realized you had called him babe.
“I see ‘em,” he chuckled. You turned to him and looked him up and down. “What?”
“I like that shirt on you.” Your eyes trailed down to his neck and bit of exposed chest since he hadn’t buttoned the shirt up completely. The shirt was black with what looked like palm trees and water patterned all over. He had the sleeves rolled up, so you got a good look at his forearms as well. You realized that you had been ogling the poor man and quickly looked up only to see a smirk on his lips.
“I can buy you one just like it if you want,” he offered.
“Nah, I’d rather just see it on you.” Since when were you so flirty?
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Frankie had never felt better about himself. As he carried the bags into the cabin, he couldn’t stop smiling. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror as you looked around outside. The shirt did fit him pretty well and the undone buttons gave him sort of a bad boy look. He pushed the aviators up onto his head and winked at himself.
“Frankie!” you called, and he jumped, clearing his throat as you walked into the cabin.
“Yeah?”
“It’s so beautiful up here.” You ran into his arms and hugged him. “Thank you for bringing me.”
He smiled as he put his arms around you. “Thank you for letting me.”
“So...fishing first?” you asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Yeah, if you want. You don’t want to rest first?”
“Nope. I wanna see everything.” You walked back outside and waited for him. “Are we walking to the lake?”
“Sure, just let me grab the stuff. By the way, I didn’t stop for bait so we might have to dig for our own,” he warned.
“Okay! Need me to carry anything?”
“No ma’am.”
You watched as he grabbed the fishing poles and then reached for something higher up. You had no idea what it was because you were too busy ogling the man again—the little bit of his lower back that was exposed as he reached up, the way the shirt stretched over his shoulders and back, the sinew of his tanned forearms.
“You coming?” he asked, and you blinked a few times.
“I-what? I mean, yeah.” You had to take a few quick steps to catch up to him so that you could walk beside him. You both kept catching each other staring before looking away, laughing. When the lake came into view, you gasped.
“Like it?”
“It’s perfect, Frankie.” You glanced back at him happily and he smiled.
“Before we do anything else, we gotta get bait. Good thing it rained a few days ago.” He placed the fishing rods down gently on the dock before walking back and looking under rocks and digging in the dirt for worms. “There’s a bunch over here,” he called, and you ran over holding a few of your own.
“Got some too.” You placed them in the small bucket Frankie carried.
Once you both had enough, Frankie walked out onto the dock and kicked off his shoes and socks before rolling his jeans up. You did the same then closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. The air was so clean and fresh.
“Do you know how to fish?” he asked.
“Well, at Girl Scouts camp we used to find long, sturdy sticks and tie fishing line to them then tie on the hook. One time, we couldn’t find worms, so I playfully took some bread and put that on the hook, and I actually caught a fish!”
“Girl Scouts camp, huh? How long ago was that?” he joked.
“Hey!” You nudged him as he laughed. You loved making him smile and laugh just to see that dimple—the deepest dimple you had ever seen.
“Well, would you like me to show you how to use a fishing rod?” he asked, and you nodded. “Okay...do you mind if I...” He moved behind you and put the fishing rod in your hand.
“N-No, I don’t mind.” You could feel his warmth radiating against your back. With each breath he took, you could feel his chest and stomach move against you.
“Right...so...” His voice was so close to your ear, you wanted to turn so badly but then his lips would be right there, and it would be so tempting. “Get yourself a good grip.” He guided your hand and squeezed it lightly. “Like so...”
“Okay,” you breathed.
“Stay just like that.” He moved away and you already missed his warmth. He knelt to put a worm on your hook then stood behind you again. “Pull back nice and slow and...” He moved your arms back with his then swung forward expertly. “There we go.”
“Now what?”
“Now we wait.” He wrapped his arms around you and the dock swayed with the water, making you both sway along with it. It was relaxing and comforting and what made it even better was that his arms were around you.
You wished you two could stay that way forever.
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You stomped into the cabin, pouting like a petulant child.
“Sweetheart, there’s no reason to be upset. Even pros don’t catch fish all the time,” he said, kicking off his boots by the door.
“But...I wanted to,” you complained. When you turned to him, he was grinning. “It’s not funny.” But it was and you both started laughing.
“Maybe next time,” he told you.
“Next time? You wanna bring me again?” you asked.
“Yeah, of course.” He stood there looking at you and you at him. How many times were you going to stare at him today? “Still like this shirt on me?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” you murmured as you made your way over to him and kissed him. Hard. He made a sound of surprise but kissed back in earnest. He held you close, his soft lips claiming yours. You made him stumble backwards until he hit one of the wooden columns in the middle of the room. He grunted and his hands moved slowly to your lower back. Your fingers tangled in his curls, and you pressed your body against his even more.
Frankie couldn’t remember the last time he had been kissed that way or even wanted to kiss someone that way. Your body fit so perfectly against his that he had quietly wondered if you were made for him. He’d never forget the way you gasped against his lips when his hands slid under your shirt and touched that soft skin for the first time. He’d never forget how your lips looked as you pulled away and just looked at him before slowly moving your thumb along his lips.
“You have...lovely lips,” you told him before kissing him again.
He was feeling things he hadn’t felt in so long and... he was embarrassed. As you pulled away to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, he felt as though he would stop breathing.
“Wait...wait...,” he breathed, and you stopped immediately.
“I-I’m sorry, Frankie.” You backed away, looking down at the floor.
“I just...I need some air.” He swallowed hard then walked past you and out the door. He took a deep breath then cursed quietly as he kicked at a rock in front of him. “You fucking idiot.”
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You walked upstairs full of regret. You had initiated that kiss and it had made him so uncomfortable that he had to leave the cabin.
As you showered, you thought of all the ways you could make things right again if he even wanted to keep seeing you after this. That thought scared you the most. You didn’t want to lose Frankie, but you couldn’t help but think that maybe you did.
It was a good thing you had separate rooms because that would give him the space he needed away from you. You were so embarrassed, so ashamed of yourself. You made sure to stay in the room for the rest of the day, settling into bed when the moon was high in the sky.
As soon as you closed your eyes, Frankie knocked on your door and you sat up. “Yes?”
“May I come in?” he asked.
“Sure.” You rolled out of bed and threw a hoodie on over your pajamas. The door opened and Frankie stood in the doorway, filling it with his broadness. “Come in.”
“I’d like to explain myself,” he started.
“Frankie, you don’t have to do that. I overstepped and I apologize.”
“Overstepped? No, I just got nervous. I panicked. It’s been so long since I felt...that way. I was embarrassed, still am. But I appreciate that you stopped when I needed you to.” He smiled and you nodded.
“Of course I did. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable.”
“Oh?”
“I just knew what it would lead to and...it’s been so long for me. I don’t want to disappoint you,” he admitted. His face was on fire.
“Disappoint me? You could never do that, Frankie.” You moved closer to him slowly.
“The truth is that I feel like I need to learn how to do that all over again and I should know, you know? I was married. Three years though...” He shook his head.
“There’s no rush. I’d be happy just having you hold me until I fall asleep.”
He scoffed at himself. “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do.”
This time he walked up to you and kissed you. “I want to be worthy of you,” he said against your lips.
“You are.”
“I want...to make love to you,” he confessed.
You pulled away and looked him in the eye. “You can...” He kissed you again before you could speak. When he stopped, you spoke. “...but only if you are comfortable. Remember, there’s no rush.”
“Can we just take it slow, take our time?” he asked.
“Of course we can.”
“Thank you,” he said before kissing you some more. You don’t know how long you two stood there just kissing, all you knew was that you could do this every day for the rest of your life. “So...I may be a little rusty, but I’m pretty sure I’d like to be doing this in bed. If that’s okay.”
You grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. You both sat on it and looked at each other before laughing. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He cupped your face with one hand. “I’m ready.”
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Ateez reactions ~ meeting you for the first time (Royalty edition!) ~ Maknae line ~
@simphwa​ this one is for you, girl! 😊
Read Hyung line here
PAIRING: Fem Reader x Ateez Maknae Line
GENRE: Fluff, Fairytale
WARNINGS: This may make you puke if you aren’t into typical fairytale, prince, princess, ball, love-at-first-sight nonsense! LOL 😉 BE PREPARED FOR SOME SERIOUS FAIRYTALE CLICHES!!!
LONG POST AHEAD!
Start here:
After you had done their kingdom a great service, King Baekhyun and Queen Taeyeon invited you to their annual ball as the guest of honor. You were anxious at the prospect of it. You had never been to a fancy party before, let alone a royal ball! What would the distinguished guests think of you? There would be royals there from every corner of the world!
It was only a few minutes before you had to go down to the ball room. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror in your bed chamber, but the ‘you’ that looked back was a dazzling princess, not the girl that you had been only a week ago.
Your hair was curled softly and pulled half up at the ears into a bun on the crown of your head. The sparkle of colorful gems on your hair and neck made it look like you had been walking through a rainbow.
And your dress! It was a true sight to behold!
Delicate purple tulle made up your flowing sleeves and full ball gown skirts, while dark purple silk hugged your torso. Pastel purple lace wrapped around your waist, cascading down your skirt until about your mid thigh in the front, and to your knees in the back.
It was like nothing you had ever seen before, and you could not believe that you were wearing it!
A knock sounded on the door.
”It is time, Miss.” A servant called in.
You glided out of your room and through the halls, holding your breath in fear and anticipation.
You we’re coming toward the door thinking about what the queen had told you:
”When you come through the doors a prince of our choosing will come forward to be your escort at the beginning of the ball. Most likely he will be one of the Ateez princes, who are our good friends. You will go around the room with him for awhile, dancing, dining, talking, but then, if you wish, you may join us. You do not have to stay with him if you do not want to.”
Suddenly the doors opened! The dazzling lights of the candles blinded you for a moment, but you stepped out as you were being announced.
”The Lady Y/N, the guest of honor for the ball tonight.”
MINGI:
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“Guest of honor.” Prince Mingi repeated the announcer in his head. “That’s my cue!”
He turned toward the stairway, a half smile played about his lips when he saw you walking down toward him. Your bright smile had already captured his heart. But he sensed that you were uncomfortable behind that grin.
“I won’t let her feel like that anymore.” Thought Prince Mingi. “I must find out what is wrong.”
Your outstretched hand was taken by Prince Mingi, and your heart was taken by his kind smile. He kissed your hand tenderly.
“Lady Y/n, I am Prince Mingi, and I am entirely at your service.”
You linked arms with him, walking down through the crowds of people. You were starting to trip on your dress, which frustrated you. It seemed that everyone was just WAITING for you to make a mistake. You could feel their eyes constantly following your form. Little did you know that Mingi could sense your thoughts and read your looks. He wanted to help you desperately.
“I must show her that not even royalty is perfect!” Prince Mingi thought.
Suddenly prince Mingi tripped ‘by accident’. 😏
“Oh, Your highness!” You cried as you helped him to his feet.
“I am alright!” He laughed. “I guess I am just as clumsy as my brothers say I am!”
Leaning in towards you, he added:
“I don’t know how you ladies do it in those heals and skirts! I can’t even walk gracefully in normal shoes and pants!”
At dinner, though the Ateez princes were noted for their manners and etiquette, Prince Mingi ‘accidentally’😏 let out a remark about Count Park Jin-Young’s balding head. Everyone was shocked by the impudence of such remarks from the young prince, and it (and the counts’ head), were talked about all through the night at the ball.
You and Prince Mingi were standing together in a quieter corner of the ballroom to talk. Mingi began to laugh as he said:
“Ah! I have truly embarrassed myself! Tripping about all night and exposing the counts’ poor head! Tsk tsk tsk. What should I do with myself?”
You giggled at his remark, making his heart pound madly. But suddenly you furrowed your eyebrows, speaking seriously.
“Prince Mingi, forgive me if I seem impertinent, but... you did those things on purpose, didn’t you? You embarrassing yourself just to make me feel better is the last thing I want. I AM flattered that you were willing to do that for me though... Thank you!”
Mingi took your hands into his own, his thumbs gently rubbing the soft skin.
“Y/n, I want you to understand that no one is perfect, not here or anywhere else. Not me, not Queen Taeyeon, not Countess Irene, not Count Jin-Young” - here he laughed - “Not anyone.”
That night you DID trip over your dress, and Prince Mingi DID accidentally start up a rumor about a Duke. But it didn’t matter to you. You had impressed each other, and that was all that mattered. You didn’t need them to love you, only him.
SAN:
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Prince San stood in awe looking up at you descending the stairway. He thought you were beautiful, but more importantly, he thought that you looked like someone who would understand him.
You, on the other hand, were terrified when you looked down at him. Your friend had told you stories about Prince San. How he could steal your heart if you looked into his eyes, but he would throw it away soon after. Could stories like that be true? You did not want to find out.
“Lady Y/n!” Prince San greeted you. He bowed with a mesmerizing hand motion. Everything he DID was memorable and mesmerizing. You could already feel yourself falling for him.
Taking your hand, he kissed it. While his soft lips still touched your skin his eyes fluttered up to look into yours. You looked away, your cheeks turned bright pink under his gaze.
“So that is how it is, Y/n.” He thought. “You have been hearing too many stories.”
All that night you tried to avoid Prince Sans’ gaze. You were falling for him, and that scared you. He KNEW what he was doing. He KNEW just how charming and handsome he was. But little did you know that he was hurt by your actions. He had hoped that those false rumors had never reached your ears.
You left after dinner to have a breath of fresh air and a moment to yourself on the balcony, you had no idea that Prince San had followed you. He was waiting for a chance to corner you into talking to him, looking at him. But he tripped over a pot, alerting you that he was there.
“Y-your h-highness!” You stammered.
You recovered yourself, and tried to escape back through the door but he was too quick for you. He pushed you up against the balcony railing, holding you firmly by your arm and waist. He paid no heed to the shock and confusion written clearly on your face.
“Y/n, look- stop squirming- look at me!”
The pained tone of his voice made you sympathetic towards him. You complied, looking into his deep, beautiful eyes. With his face so close to yours, it seemed that you could see through to his soul.
“Do I look like a monster who steal hearts too you?” He asked quietly. His expression was almost childlike as he seemed to plead to be understood.
“No.” You replied softly. “You look like a misunderstood man to me.”
His face lighted with a giant, dimpled smile. He pulled you closer into a hug, it shocked you, but you hugged him back. He sighed contentedly as your body relaxed in his arms. You stood there embracing for about a minute when he suddenly pushed you away. He was blushing.
“I am sorry about that.” He chuckled shyly. “I always get too close for comfort.”
“You never have to apologize to me for that ever again.” You said sweetly.
He kept his bright smile for a moment, then his face changed to the bold, gallant San.
“Should I apologize for this?”
He kissed your lips for exactly 5 seconds, then pulled away.
You walked back into the ballroom arm in arm, both feeling relieved that you could be understood. Your time at the ball was filled with only him. You were no longer afraid of him stealing your heart, because you had stolen his as well.
WOOYOUNG:
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Prince Wooyoung was pouting as he slowly turned toward the stairs.
“Why do I have to be a stupid escort for some stupid— Ah!”
He gasped when he saw you. He was already in love with you. There was no going back. 😁
“Hello, Lady Y/n!” He called excitedly. “I am Prince Wooyoung!”
You laughed at how funny he looked. His childlike features giving away his obvious crush on you.
He grabbed your outstretched hand with an eagerness that felt like violence. You had to close your eyes tightly for a moment to keep from whimpering, but he didn’t even realize that he had hurt you.
Prince Wooyoung kissed your hand not once, not twice, but THREE times. You were a little frightened of this bold, childlike prince. What would he do next?
You looped your arm through his and began walking through the crowd. You could feel his gaze on you but you kept your face forward, you did not want to make a scene of any kind. But when you are with Prince Wooyoung, a scene is what you will get.
He said: (audibly enough for a few people to hear.)
“I love you, Y/n.”
People began to gasp, but Wooyoung was oblivious. He was still smiling sweetly at you. your face was red with anger and embarrassment. You ripped your arm from his violently.
“You-You- you IDIOT!”
You ran out of the room into the garden unable to control your anger. Prince Wooyoung who followed you close behind stood shocked, saying with deep concern:
“Y/n! You are crying!”
“Of course I am!” You yelled. “You embarrassed me terribly, you selfish SELFISH man!”
His head dropped to his chest in dismay. He never meant to embarrass you. It made him very upset to think of you hurting because of him.
Your expression softened when you saw his childlike face so sad and miserable. You felt ashamed that you had yelled at him.
“I am sorry, Wooyoung.”
You came over to pat him on the shoulder but he pulled you into a tight hug. You stood shocked. You wanted to hug him back, but you could not encourage this impulsive behavior in an already impulsive Prince.
“Prince Wooyoung!” You scolded quietly. He squeezed you so tightly you could barely talk. “You can’t just start hugging me like this!”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked. He squeezed you even tighter. “Who is going to stop me?”
You gave in and hugged him. What else could you do? You couldn’t get away from him, and you still felt bad for upsetting him. He slowly released you after that.
You were thinking of what to say to break the silence that followed the embrace, but you need not have wasted your time. Where there was Prince Wooyoung there was always a conversation.
“Let’s race up those stairs!” He cried joyfully, pointing toward the steps up to a balcony.
“Wooyoung! I can’t race in this dress, and my shoes—“
Without any warning he picked you up swiftly then gently put you down on a little bench. He pulled your shoes off, then his own, before you had time to recover yourself and protest.
“Who needs shoes? Let’s go!” He cried.
The rest of that night was spent racing up and down the stairs and hallways, and avoiding the people that had heard Prince Wooyoungs’ love confession.
JONGHO:
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Small, graceful steps brought you closer to the kind face that was waiting below. You stretched out your hand to him, he took it gently.
“I am Prince Jongho, Lady Y/n.” He said sweetly. “Call on me if you need anything.”
He bowed, his lips were just barely hovering over your hand, but he was too embarrassed to kiss it. You giggled a little at him as he straightened himself up. He acknowledged it, smiling at you half with embarrassment and half humorously.
You rested your hand on his arm and walked toward the King and Queen.
Prince Jongho was truly a kind, sweet, gentleman. You were never a loud to leave your chair for anything, he was your servant, going to fetch things when you wanted them. He kindly helped you and warned you when you made a mistake in etiquette, he held your chair for you and poured your wine. No little thing was too small for him to help you with. He adored you, but never said a word to betray his feelings.
After dinner you went outside on the lawn to stretch your legs and get some air. You were quite a long distance from the castle when a man servant (presumably drunk) emerged from behind the shrubbery. He grabbed your arm violently and began kissing you. You called out, but no one inside could hear you.
Suddenly, Jongho appeared before you with a look that would strike fear into even the bravest of knights. His hands were clenched into fists.
“Let her go NOW!” He commanded in an angry whisper.
The man did as he was told. How could he not? Prince Jongho’s very presence demanded respect and compliance. He looked truly regal and terrifying with that expression on his face. The servant was shaking with fear.
Jongho spoke once more. His eyes full of authority.
“Do not ever touch her- or any other lady, for that matter- that way EVER AGAIN. Do you understand me?”
All the man could do was nod.
“Get out of my sight, then!” Yelled the furious Prince.
Jongho’s face was stormy until the drunk servant had staggered out of view. Then his face turned to you, full of concern. The contrast was like nothing you had ever experienced in anyone before.
“I am so sorry!” He cried. He looked you over, gently touching your arm to see if it was hurt. “He didn’t hurt you badly, I hope? Do you feel anything?”
“No.” You said quietly. You had too much adrenaline to feel any pain.
You asked to go back inside but he made you wait a few minutes. He was worried that you were hurt. Finally he gave in to your request and led you inside.
The Queen requested that you dance together. You immediately answered to the affirmative, but Jongho was worried. As you waited for the music to begin he said:
“Y/n, are you sure? You shouldn’t exert yourself if you feel any pain at all.”
The music began before you could reply. You and Jongho stepped, swayed, and spun in unison with the other couples. Jongho lifted you high up into the air effortlessly causing the crowd to gasp. But the whole dance was only a blur to you, you didn’t remember walking, but you suddenly found yourself sitting in the corner of the room with Prince Jongho.
He was looking at your arm, you looked down at it too. A big dark bruise had appeared where the man had held you. Jongho sighed as he looked into your eyes
“I won’t let anyone hurt you like this ever again... ever.”
Jongho then held your hand the same way that he had at the stairway. He lifted it up to his mouth and, this time, he kissed it. It was a gentle, meaningful, kiss, and it made your heart beat madly. At that moment you knew you were in love with Prince Jongho.
—The End—
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wand3ringr0s3 · 4 years
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🌺 can I request a Fred x Reader? It's a soulmate au where when one out of the pair turns 16 they have to seek out their soulmate after gaining one of their traits each day (ex. Hair color, favorite song, eye color, height, etc.) Thank you and I love your work! 💖💖
Hi!! Thanks for sending in a request <3 I didn’t meant to write this much but it just kinda got away from me LOL 
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You hoped when you turned 16 that finding your soulmate would be easy. Your parents told you that when you turned 16 of of you would start absorbing the others personality traits and even physical traits until you found each other. It was a little scary at first, what if your soulmate was an asshole? Or you woke up with a beard or something?? You watched as your housemates began waking up with different hair and different eye color. They started taking interests in new things and spent most of their free time looking for their soulmate.
On the night before your 16th birthday you carefully took in every aspect of your appearance. Making sure that if something changed you’d remember it in the morning. You couldn’t lie it was absolutely terrifying knowing that starting tomorrow you could start becoming a whole new person. You drifted to sleep with a million thoughts in your head. Mostly hoping that your soulmates hair didn’t completely clash with your clothes.
Waking up in the morning you run over to the mirror to check for something different. You spent a good 10 minutes checking yourself out in the mirror but you couldn’t see any differences. Frowning you wonder if it was your soulmate who would start changing in to you. Grabbing your bag you make your way down to the common room, waving off your friends who were eagerly waiting to see if you had changed. 
“Verity said that her eyes changed to a blue color when she woke up on her birthday.” You friends were discussing soulmates at breakfast but you could barely contribute to the conversation. 
It was quite nerve wracking knowing that your soulmate was out there. All you wanted was to find them. A loud explosion from the Gryffindor table interrupts your thoughts. You whip your head around to see Fred and George laughing their arse’s off after giving their poor brother an exploding bon bon. Now normally, you didn’t care for the Weasleys pranks so imagine the shock when you burst out laughing. Your friends look at you with wide eyes. You never laughed at their pranks before. You wave them off and focus on your breakfast. Was this part of the soulmate thing? Your mum did say part of their personality could become part of yours. You steal a quick glance and see one of the twins staring back at you.
The next day you wake up and find a scar above your knee. Your soulmate must have this which means you were the one changing. You kept an eye out the whole day for someone with a scar above their knee but most of the boys wore long pants which made it more difficult. Sighing you head to class when you were intercepted by a smiling red head. 
“Hello darling.” He had a cocky smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall, preventing you from getting past. “Can’t help but notice such a pretty girl who likes me and my brothers pranks.” You roll your eyes and try shoving past him but he wouldn’t budge. 
“I don’t like your pranks.” 
“Really? Because I heard you laughing yesterday.” He says with a big smile. You fight the butterflies that start fluttering in your stomach and finally get past him. 
“Which twin are you again?” You smirk as you head to class. 
“You wound me with your words.” He cries as he follows behind you. Potions couldn’t be any farther as this red head followed you all the way there. You admit he was funny but you didn’t want to show your interest. 
“It’s Fred by the way. See you around darling.” With a bow and a wink he ran off to Merlin knows where, leaving you feeling a bit flustered.
The next day you were ready to strangle the Weasleys. Preferably Fred. You woke up with bright ginger hair and you had a feeling it had Fred written all over it. That git, he knew you turned 16 recently and you wouldn’t put it past him to mess with you. 
“Weasley!” You storm over to him and his twin who were messing around in the corridor. Fred smirks as he eyes the red hair. 
“Come to confess your undying love for me?” He teases pointing to your hair. “I know you did something! You are insufferable you know that? It’s not nice to prank someone like this when they’re looking for their soulmate.” Fred tilts his head in confusion. He looks at your hair, then the scar on your knee. 
“Fred what are you-“ He grabs your wrist and drags you off away from the crowd that started to gather. “I didn’t do anything to your hair.” He says as he pulls you into an empty closet. 
“What?” You weren’t fully convinced but Fred held a seriousness in his eyes you’ve never seen before. 
“How do you know I’m Fred?” He questions, he looks antsy. Like your next few words were going to change his whole life. 
“I dont know. I just. Do.” Why did you know the difference? You only met Fred yesterday yet you were certain that he was Fred. It could be...no. Maybe? 
“Show me your knee.” you whisper. Fred smiles and lifts up his trousers to show you a matching scar on his knee. You were speechless. This whole time Fred had been your soulmate? This loud idiotic cute funny troublemaker. 
“Hi.” He holds out his hand, the smile on his face growing bigger. 
“Hi.” You take his hand and shake it. Out of the corner of your eye you can see your hair change back to its normal color. 
“Looks like we’re meant to be darling.”
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Stuck Together
내 곁에 있어주면 내가 가장 좋은 레스토랑에 꼭 방문하도록 할게. Stay by me and I’ll make sure you visit the best restaurants.
Description: [Request: When you have the time, could you please write a Jun x Reader fluff piece where the reader is a Chinese idol in Blackpink and after a series of running into each other and their members playing Cupid, they bound over finding really good Chinese restaurants in Korea and help each other with homesickness? Also, could she be a 98 liner and friends with The8 (one of the matchmaker masterminds)? Thank you xx] Just as the request says though I added Lisa as a mastermind because I for some reason thought I read Lisa’s name in the request too lol. Warnings: Swearing Genre: Fluff, Idol!Jun x Idol!Reader Word Count: 3.4k
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"Don't forget to get extra napkins!" Lisa's text said.
"We have enough napkins here!" Rose replied within a few seconds.
"You never know when we might need them in the car!" Lisa sent back with two "humph" emojis.
I chuckled while typing my response, "I'll get extra napkins." I took my eyes off of my phone and I saw the Chinese restaurant just up the street where our take out order is (hopefully) ready.
Lisa had convinced us that it had really good Chinese food and seeing as I was really craving for it, I couldn't exactly say no. Well, I could've but then my craving wouldn't have been fulfilled. Then as the youngest of us five, I was pressured into picking the order up. Though as I left, I noticed Lisa and Rose giggling to each other but they were staring at Lisa's phone so I suspected it was something funny on there.
The lights from inside the restaurant made the windows glow with a warm yellow haze and as I opened the door, the scents took me to another planet. There weren't any customers inside, which I'm always grateful for, and the sounds of clanking pans and rushing fires welcomed me with a sense of home.
I walked to the cash register off to the side and greeted the employee with a smile.
"Hello, how can I help you?" They asked with a smile.
"Hi, I have an order to pick up." I informed them.
The employee nodded, "What's the name?"
"(y/n)." I told her.
They typed my name into the computer and searched for my order. "It's not quite ready yet, I apologize about that. It should be just a few more minutes though." They informed me with a truly apologetic look.
I shook my head, "Not a problem. I can wait." I reassured them and took a seat at an empty table.
"Not ready yet, but they said only a few more minutes." I sent a text to our group chat.
"Kk." Lisa replied simply.
"Be careful on your way home!" Jisoo sent with a thumbs up emoji.
"I will." I replied to her and set my phone down in my lap.
Looking around the shop, it was clean and not too clutter. It was decorated with lots of brown shelves and brown tables and chairs but the items and paintings helped liven up the place with their rainbow of colors.
An employee in the kitchen brought a large bag out onto the counter and I began to ready myself to lug the big bag home. But before I could get too far, he brought out another... and another... and another...
My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I realized how many take out orders they must've had.
"I hope that's not all for one person." I thought to myself, playing with the edge of my shirt cause there wasn't much else to do.
I moved from my shirt to inspecting my nails, trying to decide what colors the stylists might do for our next comeback which we were just starting to talk about. In the middle of a debate between deep reds or bright whites, the door opened with a ding and two males walked in laughing.
"Oh." The nearly silent sound escaped my mouth as my head tilted to the side in recognition of the two males: The8 and Jun from Seventeen. I seemed to be running into them a lot lately. We ran into each other during like every music show of our last comeback plus the once while they were walking out of one radio room and we were headed towards another.
Either from my staring or my mere presence in the restaurant, they turned and looked at me.
The8 and I instantly greeted each other with warm smiles. Though we never get much time to see each other besides the run ins, The8 and I are pretty good friends and I often call him when my homesickness hits hard. 
"Hey, what are you doing here?" The8 asked, walking closer to me.
"Picking up some food." I answered, "Lisa said this place was to die for."
"I said the same thing!" The8 exclaimed.
"You never said it was to die for." Jun shoved The8 shoulder with a chuckle.
I raised a suspicious eyebrow at The8 but he quickly diverted.
"I'll go see if it's ready." He quickly walked away, leaving me and Jun.
"How have you been?" I asked, hoping to start a conversation.
Jun nodded, "Good, surprising really good. What about you?"
"Good, also." I answered, still trying to dredge out of this awkward stage.
"Hey, congrats on the 18th win." Jun told me with sincerity.
"Thank you. It's crazy we've been on the charts that long." I shook my head in disbelief.
"It's really impressive. Some day we'll beat you though." Jun joked. "Just you wait."
I smiled, taking his joke, "I will. I can't wait for it."
Before Jun could answer, The8 called out to him at the same time that an employee called out my name for my order. So, naturally, we walked up together.
"Why do we order so much food?" Jun exclaimed at The8 who's got a bag in each hand.
"Those four bags were for Seventeen." I thought, "That makes sense."
"It's what we get when the ENTIRE dorm wants Chinese food for dinner." The8 deadpanned with a slight 'never again' tone.
The employee handed me a bag almost as full as one of Jun's and the heat rolled off in waves.
When I turned back around, Jun was sliding the second bag off of the counter and The8 was nowhere in sight.
"Did you get ditched?" I asked, looking around the restaurant to make sure I'm not blindly missing The8.
"He went to the car first." Jun answered and we started to walk towards the door.
"Have a good one!" The employee at the register called out to us as we reached the door.
"Thank you." I called back, opening and then holding the door open for Jun.
"Thanks." He muttered as he passed me into the open, slightly less warm outside air. A few feet away, a van sat with its engine running and back door open. Probably Jun's ride. "Well..." Jun trailed off a little awkwardly.
I raised my bag of food slightly, "I should probably get going. You know, before the food gets cold."
"Yeah, yeah, me too." Jun quickly replied, flustered. "I, I'll see you around."
"Yeah, see you 'round, Jun." I smiled at him before turning down the street in the opposite direction.
15 minutes later and I made it into the house with the food all in tact.
"You didn't tell us you were on your way home." Jisoo commented while setting utensils down on the table as I set the bag down.
"Sorry, I ran into Jun and The8 from Seventeen again." I informed her with a slightly incredulous look.
"Really?" Rose walked in with Lisa and Jennie behind her.
I pulled out the containers, "Yeah, they were trying out the same place. The8 apparently found it."
"So, you talked to them?" Lisa asked giddily.
"Sit down and eat." Jisoo instructed us cause apparently none of us had sat yet.
Once the food was passed around, the conversation continued.
"So, did you?" Lisa repeated her question from before.
"Did I what?" I asked, forgetting her original question.
"Talk to them." Lisa finished, still giddy about something.
I nodded and scooped some food into my mouth and immediately am taken back to when my mom would cook this for me. "A little. Their order was ready before ours was but we walked out at the same time." I informed her.
"What did you talk about?" LIsa kept firing off questions.
"Why do you want to know?" I questioned back, confused at her sudden interest in all of this.
Lisa shrugged, "I'm nosy."
"No, you're usually not." Jennie countered her statement.
Lisa stuck out her tongue at Jennie.
I widen my eyes at her playfulness but ultimately decided to answer her. "We didn't talk about much. They congratulated us on our latest win." I shrugged, "And that was it."
"That's it?" Lisa asked, bewildered. "That- Dang it! It-"
Rose quickly covered Lisa's mouth and whispered something urgently into her ear before she calmed down.
"How does it taste, (y/n)?" Jisoo asked, taking attention away from the two 97 liners. "Does it kill your craving?"
I nodded happily. "Most definitely. It's probably one of the better ones I've had in Korea."
"I'm glad." Jisoo smiled happily.
"Told you it was to die for." Lisa smirked at me and we resumed our dinner.
--------------------- A few months later ----------------------------------
"This has to work this time, right?" I heard Lisa whisper to someone as I walked into the dressing room.
I looked around her and the phone pressed to her ear informed me that she was in fact not talking to herself. She spotted me out of the corner of her eye and quickly said goodbye and hung up the phone.
"Hey." She smiled sweetly.
"Hey?" I replied quizzically, "What has to work?" I blurted out the question.
"Oh, that was nothing." Lisa shook her head, "Hey, can you go give these to the director?" She handed me a stack of paper.
"What are they?" I questioned, "And why me?"
Lisa shrugged, "The staff just said to go and give it to him. And you because you're our lovely maknae."
I took them from her hands.
"And I have to get my hair done." Lisa added, nodding towards one the stylist waiting next to an empty chair.
I securely tucked the papers under my arm, "And where is the director?"
Lisa sat in the chair and the stylist turned her so she was looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. 
"Probably in his office." Lisa replied, "You go down the hallway and it should be the last door on the left."
I nodded and mentally ran through the directions again. "Alright, I'll be back." I told them and walked out of the room again.
Looking down the hall, I took a deep breath and made my way down the seemingly never ending hallway. Eventually I made it to the end and found the last door on the left.
There was no sign around the door but I guessed that I was in the right spot. After opening the door and turning on the light, I quickly realized that this was in fact NOT the director's office.
The small room's walls were lined with metal shelving, each filled with cardboard boxes. I scanned over the boxes and read the labels: lighting, backdrops, camera. This was a storage room. Rose led me to a storage room.
Mentally, my brain stopped working for a solid minute while taking in this information. Just as I recovered from my lag, the storage room door opened and I prepared myself for a tsunami of embarrassment.
"Hello-Oh." Jun's voice abruptly stopped.
Slightly relieved that he was the one to show up and not someone else, I turned towards him. He was also holding a pile of papers and looked very confused at the contents of the room.
"Were you also told this was the director's office?" I questioned, holding up my stack of papers.
Jun sighed when he realized the both of us were played. "Yupp." He popped the end 'p'. "The8 told me. You?"
I ran a hand through my hair, "Lisa."
We were both pretty oblivious to the bigger picture but maybe that was for the better.
"Maybe it's like a prank. I bet you there are cameras in here somewhere." Jun walked into the room and let the door shut behind him while searching the shelves for cameras.
"I don't think there are any cameras, Jun." I giggled at his failed attempts to look on the top shelf.
He stopped jumping but also stopped his search, "I bet you there is a hidden camera in here somewhere."
"If you find it, do let me know." I chuckled at his determination, "Let's get out of here before we're late."
Jun nodded, "Yeah, let's go."
We turned towards the door but when I reached out for the door handle, I'm met with air. Zip. Nada. Nothing.
No door handle.
"Jun." I stared at the space where a door handle should’ve been.
"There's no door handle." Jun whispered in just as much shock as me. "Oh we're fucked."
"And trapped." I added, taking a step back.
"Do you have your cellphone?" Jun glanced at me.
"You don't?" I exclaimed in more shock that a male idol such as himself wouldn't have his phone on him 24/7.
"The8 practically shoved me out the door. I didn't have time to grab it." Jun grumbled, "It's his fault I'm stuck in a room and phone-less."
"I just thought it would be glued to your persons." I shrugged and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Let me call Jisoo."
"You- damn you let me almost freak out for nothing." Jun pouted.
I smiled sweetly at him and dialed Jisoo's number.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... voicemail.
"She didn't pick up." I frowned then I tried Jennie's number.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... voicemail.
Now, I kind of started to panic a little. No one was picking up their phones.
"Try Rose?" Jun offered a suggestion which I promptly followed.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... voicemail.
"Fuck." I cursed and dialed the Lisa's number.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ri-
"Hey! How's it going? Did you deliver the papers?" Lisa cheerfully answered the phone.
"Ha. Ha." I said with sarcasm dripping like honey, "You know damn well that this room was not the director's office."
"Oh, don't worry." Lisa reassured me, "There should be someone on his way to keep you company."
"Lisa..." I grabbed her attention.
"Yeah?" She asked, curiosity in her voice.
"He's here already." I informed her.
"Oh that's great! You two ha-"
"This storage room door doesn't haVE A DOOR HANDLE ON THE INSIDE!" I raised my voice in frustration.
"Oh..." Lisa trailed off. "Uhm, we'll be right there."
I hung up without answering. "My members are coming to save us." I informed Jun, who had resumed searching for a hidden camera.
"Good, good." He commented while I leaned back against a shelf. "Question." He suddenly said.
"Answer?" I replied back, unsure if it was the correct way.
"What did you think of that Chinese restaurant?" Jun asked, leaning against the shelf opposite of me.
I tilted my head confusion, "Which Chinese restaurant?"
"The one where we ran into each other?" Jun explained with a similar amount of confusion at my inability to remember.
"Oh! That place." I remembered that funny run in, "It was actually surprising good. Usually Lisa doesn't have the best taste in Chinese food but she did good that time."
Jun nodded, "Yeah, it definitely was better than I expected. It kind of tasted like my mom's but it wasn't spicy enough."
"Oh my god, I totally agree." I said happily, loving the fact that someone also enjoyed the extremely spicy things in life. "It almost tasted like how my mom cooks for my dad who can barely handle any spice."
Jun snapped his fingers excitedly, "Have you tried the place across town? Near the shopping mall?" He asked.
I shook my head, "No, I haven't, it is good?"
"Dude, so good. And it's spicy and delicious and mmm." Jun hummed happily recalling the tastes.
My mouth started to water at the sheer thought of that spice level.
"It reminds me so much of home." Jun said with a tinge of sadness in his voice.
"I usually crave it when I miss home." I told him, understanding his loneliness to the full extent. "It's never as good as I want it to be but it's still a nice blanket to wrap around myself." I lowered my gaze to the floor, suddenly missing my family so much that my heart started to have a slight ache.
"Do you have many Chinese friends?" Jun wondered, the care in his voice pulled my gaze back up to him. "It helped me to have people to talk about home with."
"Besides The8, not many, but we don't really have time to socialize much." I told him honestly.
"Well, why don't you join The8 and I's little Chinese chat." Jun offered with a small smile. "I could add you and I could show you the places that I think have the best Chinese food." He quickly added on.
I smiled at his sweet offer, "That would be really cool."
"I mean you'd be the only girl so I understand if your answer is no and- oh, you want to." Jun corrected himself halfway then breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'll add you..." He paused, patting his pockets in search of his phone, "When I get my phone back." Jun gave me a sheepish smile.
"That might help." I chuckled at his attempt to be smooth. "Why don't you give me your number since I have my phone here and we can save a step." I suggested and I watched as Jun lightly facepalmed himself.
"That is a smart idea." He laughed at himself and I opened up a new contact page.
Jun quickly put in his information and then proceeded to take a selfie to set at his photo.
"You don't have to." I told him as the flash illuminated him along with some of the boxes behind him.
"It's fine." Jun said, eyes busy aligning the photo to his liking, "Plus I wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget my face."
"I wouldn't." I defended myself.
"Uh huh, sure." Jun jokingly said, "The same way you remembered the Chinese restaurant."
"Do you know how many Chinese restaurants I go to a week?" I questioned him.
"Not as many as I have, obviously" Jun raised his eyebrows in amusement and handed me back my phone. "But don't worry, stick by me and I'll make sure you visit the best and stay away from the ... more questionable ones." He smirked.
"My own personal tour guide." I pocketed my phone and smiled smugly.
"I- I am not a tour guide." Jun was taken aback by my comment which made me laugh. "I ain't nobody's tour guide."
"But you said you'd take me to the best places. Sounds like a tour guide to me." I said with innocence.
Before Jun could say anything, voices got closer to the door.
"Are you sure?" One The8 sounding male asked.
"You sent her into a room without a door handle!" A female, most definitely Lisa, nearly shrieked.
"How is that- You told her to go there." The8 stuttered. Jun and I shared a confused look then stared back at the door.
"You were the one who suggested it!" Lisa retorted.
The door swung open and The8 held the outer door handle while Lisa stood glaring at him for a second before turning to us. The air around us buzzed with a slight awkwardness that none of us knew quite how to break.
"Hi." Jun waved at the two newcomers, "Get locked here often?"
"You guys were-" The8 stopped mid-sentence as he reached for the inner door handle but didn't find it. "You were locked in."
"I told you." Lisa grumbled and smacked The8's shoulder.
"You guys planned this?" I questioned with suspicion.
Now it was The8 and Lisa's turn to share a look, this time one of 'oh shit'.
"You two sent us in here. You two locked us in this storage room while telling us it was the director's office." Jun assumed, taking in their silence.
Their continued silence only solidified their answer.
"And," Lisa dragged out the word, "We're about to be late! Let's go." She rushed in and started shoving me out of the room. The8 followed suit with Jun.
As Lisa continued to rush me down the hall, I took a quick look back at my locked-in-a-storage-room buddy who didn't seem to be paying any attention to a word The8 was saying.
"I'll text you!" I called out to him, giving him a last wave.
Jun smiled widely and waved back.
"You got his number?" Lisa wondered once I turned and began to walk at her pace.
I nodded, "Yeah, I mean what else were we supposed to while locked in a storage room together?" I paused to take in what I had just said, "Don't answer that."
"Wasn't going to." LIsa said then a smile began to grow on her face. "It worked." She whispered happily but I still heard her.
'Lisa, you are so dead.' I thought to myself as we made it to our dressing room where the stylist was not very happy I was walking in so late.
But hey, I got a cute guy's number so it wasn't all terrible.
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Space Ghost Coast to Coast #82: “Baffler Meal” | January 1, 2003 - 12:00 AM | S08E01
An all-time classic, wonderful episode. Ending 2002 on a high note (technically this is the first episode of 2003 being that it aired at midnight, but I’m delaying my EPHEMERA CORNER post for as long as I can).
The origins of Aqua Teen Hunger Force are laid bare for all to see with Baffler Meal. Aqua Teen Hunger Force was famously based on a rejected Space Ghost script. Well, this is that script, re-imagining the Aqua Teens based on old designs and concepts from that unproduced episode. The desired effect is to approximate what that episode would have been like had it been produced in 1999 before the Aqua Teen Hunger Force series proper was developed. It’s supposed to be confusing; to the point where in the DVD commentary track they even question weather or not they should make it clear within the commentary that that’s what’s going on here (they do).
I will now take this opportunity to quote one of my favorite synopses of a TV show ever, originally taken from tvtome (remember tvtome? god, what a great site):
Space Ghost is forced into a raw deal with the deadly Colonial Man, forever altering the future of classic rock - again. Willie Nelson and a MOCKERY of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force star in this episode. This episode mocks a great comedy show. It doesn't feel funny in the least.
Here you can see the lack of understanding for what the episode really is. Despite the fact that the ostensible Space Ghost fan (tvtome was run by volunteer submissions for it’s episode data) should one-thousand percent understand the Space Ghost connection, clearly recognize Dave Willis’ voice (he still voices Meatwad in a very similar manner), etc. The degree of confusion this episode caused can not be understated.
Nuggets from the DVD commentary:
Frylock is a guy in a costume in this. Okay, that wasn’t specifically from the DVD commentary, but it’s the first time I caught that detail, ever, and I don’t want to start a separate bullet-point list for stray observations.
Shake’s read of “blahd” instead of “blade” was inspired by a real typo in the script, just like “Branford the Branford” before it.
Todd Hanson of The Onion helped write this episode and kept pitching a character named Napkin Lad. I believe Napkin Lad actually comes to be later in the Aqua Teen series.
And another thing I love: The cool song at the end. The part where Dave is like “OH BABY, YEAH BABY” etc. towards the very end of the episode? That part gets stuck in my head like, VERY FREQUENTLY, and for years I thought it was Bob Odenkirk singing in either a Mr. Show or Ben Stiller Show sketch and have been trying to place it forever. Turns out it wasn’t Bob, but David, and I ain’t talkin’ Cross, do I sound cross to you? Do you even appreciate wordplay??
NEXT is my end-of-the-year roundup of second-run premieres, shorts, commercials, bumpers, etc. That’s right, EPHEMERA CORNER is back! But it’s gonna be a long one so I might break it up over the course of a few days, maybe a week, even.
MAIL BAG
I think these were all anonymous, please forgive me if I have, as the French say, “fucked up” by failing to name the conspirator.
2002 is almost over! What do you think brak's position on the iraq war was? Carl's? Hesh's? Junior addleburg's?
Brak: against, but respects the office of the presidency and urges using civil methods to protest. Carl: pro, he is a white supremacist and is supportive of any and all mass destruction committed on non-white nations. Hesh: HESH WANTS SOME SEX! lol. Junior Addleburg: has not been told about the war.
Do you think you are being overtly charitable to Brak this time around? Surely the best Brak show episode isnt even half as good as the worst Home Movies episode. Right?
I do tend to react to “better” Brak episodes the same way you encourage a problem student when they squeak out a B minus. There absolutely was a time when I loved The Brak Show and was all-in on it. That time was SEPTEMBER 2nd-8th, 2001. Hippo was certainly a factor. 9/11 may have also contributed.
I don’t think I’ve said this yet, but I’ve been keeping a running episode ranking of Adult Swim shows as I’ve been doing this. It’ll probably get revised at some point, so I’m not exactly ready to share it. In my ranking I tended to group Home Movies episodes very close to each other, and I would sometimes talk myself into ranking things a little higher or lower than I normally would just to break up a long streak of Home Movies. So I can actually say with impunity, yes, there are strong episodes of Brak Show that I've ranked over weaker episodes of Home Movies. But I might have to have a little chat with the man in the mirror about that.
Are you only doing animated shows or are you going to do live animated shows to. I feel like most people agree Tim and Eric bringing live-action to the block ruined it permanently even if you think those guys are funny in a vacuum. I'm just wondering because I know you did animation only for your Simpsons Night B-sodes so I feel you are a "tooned-in" guy.
Live-action is getting reviewed too! I can’t WAIT to revisit Saul of the Molemen. Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not sure where to draw the line on the internet stuff, though. If it aired on Adult Swim I’m very likely to cover it, but I don’t see myself covering the FishCenter repeats that aired at 4AM. Anime is generally getting the shaft. Sorry. I think it’d be cool if somebody started a blog that covered Adult Swim Action. But yes, you are right, I’m a pretty tooned-in guy. Lots of people have said this about me.
If you had to dress like any of the Adult Swim First Era characters for Halloween who would you dress as and who would you LIKE to dress as if difficulty of pulling it off wasn't an issue.
There was a Space Ghost muscle suit at one of those Halloween Stores one year and I very nearly bought it even though I had no intention of wearing it for Halloween. I did a very low-effort season 4 Hank Venture because by happenstance my hair looked like his at the time, and I found what looked like Brock’s jacket at a thrift store.
Putting on a blue Sealab uniform and only traveling in a chair with wheels would be real fun. I could probably pull of an effective Carl. As far a difficult costume I’d be the poolside announcer during the O.G. bumpers, because I imagine that he’s very muscular and his dick is real long and it’s constantly flopping out of the pantleg of his swim trunks and that it’s getting sucked off all the time by them old ladies and most of the time he’s like “no no, we mustn’t do that, for I am a professional” but every now and again he’s like “well alright” and this would reflect my experiences at whatever Halloween party I’m at except it would be a 20 year old woman dressed like an old lady because it’s Halloween. Thanks for the question.
Do you have a girlfriend? What does she think of Adult Swim or does she hate cartoons like mine.
I’m not done with the last thing. I would also have a bullhorn and I’d be using it while getting sucked off, even though that’s a discreet affair. Like, we’d find a bedroom that was empty and lock the door and I’d be like “Oh yeah baby suck my peenie, yes you are doing so good at sucking that.” in hushed tones, but into the bullhorn. I’d also use it to yell at children for wearing racist or appropriative costumes, which, as we all know, leads to more getting-your-dick-sucked. Anyway, I got a wife and we literally met at an Adult Swim event during Comic-Con! It was Tim & Eric Awesome-con 2007! I’M NOT LYING
Would you rather take one big bite out of meatwad or drink the entirety of Master Shake.
I wonder if Master Shake is warm. Anyway, I’d go with that, biting Meatwad seems like CERTAIN DEATH.
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Monday
It was about twenty minutes after eight and Cam had just left. Though, I’d been up for a while since I had to make breakfast for him. I didn’t mind, because I was too anxious to sleep anyway. I was finally about to get out of this depressing ass house for a bit. And O was never boring, so I knew it was about to be a good time. Plus I was so ready to see him. I don't know why, but this particular stretch had felt much longer than all the others. I was on the way to go pack my bag when I decided to mess with him a little instead. I grabbed my phone ready to compose a text, but I already had a notification from him. 
Get up. I’m in route, on my way to you
It had only been there for one minute. I guess we both had the same idea to play this morning. 
I’m up. Been up
You ready?
Yes big head I’m ready 
Ok short legs I was just making sure
I hollered. He was just average height himself, and only about six inches taller than me. Calling somebody short. 
Lmao why you gotta take it there? I’ll be in your vicinity today, don't get beat up
I’m not worried
You should be
Why? Ain't nobody scared of you Jay Baby
Say it to my face
You think I won't
Ok keep that same energy when you see me
Oh fa sho, you do the same
Don't worry about me, you know I’m a G 
Keep talking with your bad ass 
You ain’t gon do nothing
Me and my big head can stay home
I’m not worried lmao you know you wanna see me
You ain't funny
And you ain't gotta lie, you chuckled 
Lol anyway I’m leaving now, I’ll be over there in a minute
I know 
Lmao whatever
I laughed aloud sending him three crying laughing emoji, then slid my phone down into my bra. Finally, I went over to the closet to fill my duffle. I threw a few casual pieces in first, because comfort over everything, and then I added about three or four that could possibly be worn out. I grabbed some sneakers, a couple pairs of heels, a little jewelry, underwear, pajamas, and I packed a separate smaller bag with all of my toiletries. I had taken a shower earlier so I was ready. For about a second, I debated on whether I should change, then decided against it. I knew we would be going right to sleep once we got to his place, so my loungewear would do. 
While I waited for him, I walked over to the mirror, happy that my home remedies had helped my bruises and swelling disappear so quickly. It had only been about two and a half days, but a few aspirin and some intense ice pack usage had really worked. My rug burns were scabbed, but I wasn't too worried about those since the majority would be under my clothes. However, there was still a tiny something at the corner of my mouth, so I covered it with a bit of concealer and finished it with some setting powder. And I was sure to toss the two of them into my makeup bag for later use. 
A little after nine, much to my delight, the doorbell rang. I squealed, giddy as ever, as I jumped up to walk to the door. And, when I opened it, before me stood my bestest friend in the whole world with the goofiest smile on his face. I laughed and invited him in, so excited that I was hardly able to get the door closed behind him. Then I kissed his cheek and pulled him into the tightest hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. “Hey.” I spoke into his chest and his deep, honeyed timbre fluttered against my ears. 
“Hey.”
I closed my eyes and just held on to him, feeling completely carefree, taking in a moment that didn't get to happen as much as I’d like. I didn't want to let go. Until he took his face down to nuzzle my neck. I flinched and giggled, backing away from him and shielding myself with my shoulder. He knew better. “Don't…”
“Now what's all that shit you was talking?” he asked jokingly, looking down into my face and laughing. 
I tossed my head back, cackling, before I went to smack his arm. “Shut up.”
“Look out. You ready?”
“Yeah, just let me get my stuff.” I left his embrace and started for the living room where I had been waiting.
“Hurry up, get me out this nigga shit.”
I screamed. I knew he hated coming here. But this was his own fault. Because he also didn’t like texting to tell me he was outside, because to him it wasn't courteous. For the same reason, he didn’t like me taking Ubers to or from his place. I personally didn't have a problem with either. Both had been done maybe twice in the beginning and he told me he felt weird about it. I only half understood, but I didn't fight him on it. Honestly, it felt nice to actually be valued for a change. “Simmer down, sir. I’m coming.”
“You know you naked?” 
I paid him no mind and kept moving toward my bags, still tickled by his earlier demand. “Whatever. No, I’m not.” My boxers and tank were plenty clothes.
“Dude would probably have a fit if he knew you were leaving the house in that.” 
Slightly appalled, I stopped mid stroll and turned back to him. “Excuse you? He would also have a fit if he knew you were picking his girl up. But that hasn’t been an issue for you for how long now?”
“Good point. Carry on.” The way he waved me off almost had me in tears. My rebuttal had shut him up too quick. 
“I thought so.”
“Not even a jacket, though? It’s kinda cool out there.”
“I’ll be ok. I’m just running to the car then right into the house after that.”
“If you say so. But what happened to your knee?” 
“Oh, nothing. I scraped it on the carpet. It was an accident,” I hastily explained just under a shout, disappearing around the corner. I hoped I wouldn't have to go into more detail. Omari definitely wasn't shy about asking questions when he wanted to know something.
“Oh. Damn.”
I returned in no time with my duffle bag in hand and my purse on my arm. He took the bag, being his usual gentlemanly self, and I grabbed my keys to lock up the house. Once we were on the porch, I made sure to engage the alarm from my phone. Then he and I hopped into his white Range that I loved so much, and we were out. 
“You hungry?” he asked, yawning.
I yawned instantly, seeing him do it first. “Nah, I'm good. I just wanna go back to sleep.” 
“Word. Me, too.” 
After Cam was done packing last night, he woke me up for round three. Or maybe it was four. I don’t know. But it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and fuck me senseless before he left for work. I guess he thought overuse of his penis was what it took for me to still be there whenever he returned. Whatever the case, I was tired as hell and in need of some serious rest. 
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I opened my eyes, slowly becoming aware that Jade and I were face to face. I lingered for a second, letting my vision clear up, enjoying the view more than anything, though. She was stunning. Just so beautiful. Her features had to have been sculpted by the most masterful hands, using only the finest of materials. The lines were sharp, but they had a softness to them. Her skin was golden like warmed maple on a glorious Sunday morning. When they were available, her round, dark brown eyes were gentle, yet so alluring. The way they sparkled in the sun always got me. To top it all off, her sultry pout sat perfectly beneath a nose that fit just right. She was flawless. 
While I stood stretching, yawning, alternating between bending and rubbing the arm she had been lying on, I could see a sense of calm in her expression. She always looked that way when we were together. Like she was happy. And I knew that wasn't the case at home. I tried not to think about it too often, but honestly it really bothered me. She hit me up pretty regularly, revealing how he talked to her, the many ways he mistreated her. But it was probably a lot worse than she was willing to admit. My instincts told me that he was putting his hands on her. She had never confirmed my suspicions, but I knew it was the truth. I knew. And the thought of that shit alone killed me. She was so sweet. So soft spoken and mild mannered. She didn't have a cruel bone in her body. I just couldn’t imagine her actually having the need to protect herself not only from harmful, ugly words but some nigga’s hand. It fucked me up. She was easily my favorite person. I hadn’t witnessed a more pure soul. And to be aware that she was suffering, especially through something so horrible and damaging, was beginning to be too much. I couldn't do shit about it. I couldn't fix it, I couldn't change it. All I could do was be there for her, give her a place to decompress from time to time. Which I loved. I wanted to help her in any way I could, but I was starting to feel like I was in over my head. Truthfully, I didn’t know how much longer I was gonna be able to do this. It was becoming very difficult for me to live with myself. My conscience was tearing my ass up. The most trifling woman didn’t deserve what she was being subjected to every day, and she wasn’t even guilty of anything. Her only fault was loving a nigga who meant her absolutely no good.
I didn't fully understand that either. Of course I knew love could make you do things you maybe wouldn't normally do, but in this case, what was there to love? How could she look at a nigga who was constantly causing her pain and feel anything other than hate? I just didn't get it. She had to know that whatever she was experiencing wasn't love. He was abusing her. How could she still love him? Why would she take his wrath and still allow him to receive all of her goodness? She had to know he didn't deserve it. She had to know that she deserved so much better. From any man. From life. From any situation she found herself in. She had to know that something wasn't right.
But she held fast to her claims. From the start she made it known that she was in a relationship and that she was in love. I respected her honesty, but her words and her actions never matched up. Her mood on the way to my place and the one on the way back to hers were always on two completely opposite ends of the scale. I don't know if she couldn't conceal it or if she just didn't care to, but it was painfully evident where she was excited to be and where she dreaded. She just didn't move like the taken woman she alleged to be. Not by her ‘man’ at least. 
I walked into the bathroom and made my way to the toilet. Then I went to the sink to wash up. I was leaning over brushing my teeth when I felt her arms wrap around me.
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I kissed his back, resting my head right against his bare skin after. “Hey.”
“What’s up?” 
I caught his reflection in the mirror and, before I could stop them, my lips had curled into an enormous grin. I was so ridiculously glad to finally be in the same place as him. Plus he was so cute. He had toothpaste all over his mouth, but it took nothing away from his appearance. I couldn't help but notice how good we looked standing there together. A better best friend duo didn't exist. 
“I’ma start thinking you happy to see me in a minute,” he teased, finishing up at the sink. 
I busted out laughing. How dare he just blow up my spot like that? I let my arms fall from his waist. He turned to face me and I swatted his chest, backing away to leave the room. “Get off. Don't act like you didn't miss me.”
He followed me out, going toward his closet. “I already told you that. You know I’m always glad to be in your presence.”
“Um hmm.” I bashfully rolled my eyes, blushing against my own will. Thankfully he was trailing me. He went into the closet and I leaned up against the doorway. “So I thought about it, let’s stay in today.”
“Ok.” He took a t-shirt from one of the drawers and pulled it over his head. “That’s cool.”
“We can go do something tomorrow.”
“Well, I got a couple meetings,” he casually announced, walking over to the other side of the room headed for the couch.
“Awww.” I wasn’t expecting him to have to work so soon. “What time?”
“The first one is at nine in the morning, but neither of them should take too long. Nobody’s recording and I’m not mixing anything. So it should only be a few hours.” 
I stood as he sat, my demeanor in a totally different arena than before. My arms were loosely folded across my chest and a slight scowl had inevitably taken over my expression. “Ok.”
“Jay,” he chuckled, picking up the remote, “don't act like that.”
“I know what you call a few hours. I probably gotta be here all day without you.” 
“It won't be all day,” he claimed, giving the TV all of his attention as he flipped through the channels. “I should be back by around three at the latest. Maybe four.”
I smacked my lips, annoyed that he was alluding to seven hours being minuscule. That was most certainly the entire day. “That’s long.”
“Pooh, you know work doesn't stop. I’m always working.”
“I know, but I just got here.”
He sighed heavily, looking up at me with remorseful eyes and a frown to match. “Why you tryna make me feel bad?”
“I’m not. I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself,” I spoke lightly, but the defeat was heavy in my voice. I dropped my head and gave him my eyes, making sure to slouch my shoulders and pout as deeply as I could manage. I didn't even hold it long before we were both cracking up. 
“Don't even try it. Fake self.” 
“Whaaaat?”
“You just about to be sleep the whole time anyway.” 
I doubled over and slapped my knee, because he definitely wasn’t lying. “Whatever.” But I was not about to admit it. Instead, I went to my bag and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. “Be right back.”
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conaionaru · 4 years
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Honor and blood (Ivar the Boneless)
Meeting the family
Synopsis: Vanya meets the boat builder Floki and his wife Helga and comes to terms with her own faith.
Warning: Angst, forced marriage, toxic family, mentions of blood, Ivar, fluff (because why not), mentions of setting people on fire
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She chose a red dress and then changed into a green one; finally, she let Margrethe chose for her. The blonde thrall chose a pretty pink dress that made her look innocent.
She also changed her hairstyle at least twice before Margrethe told her she wouldn't change it anymore. Servant or not, the girl was fed up with Vanya's nervousness.
It's kind of funny how Vanya is more nervous about meeting Floki and Helga then she was when she met Aslaug. But a man like the boat builder is more intimidating than the Queen of Kattegat.
Ivar kept telling her that the older Viking wouldn't do anything more than mock her at worst. But yet she was still nervous on her way to them. She imagined a tall man with many muscles with a glare made of hellfire.
That's not what she got. The lean man giggling by a tree was far from a spawn of Satan. Vanya had a feeling all the rumors of Viking must be false. They were human; some were even kind, far from demons from hell who didn't bleed when you struck them with a sword.
"Why did you drag yourself here, cripple?" The strange man called out in a mocking tone. Vanya froze in her place behind Ivar. She hated the way he spoke to him.
She opened her mouth to tell him off, but Ivar spoke up instead. "To see your insane old ass. I want you to meet Vanya." Well, that went better than she expected.
"Hello." The kind voice that spoke behind her startled her. The blonde woman looked so happy to see her, Vanya couldn't help but smile back.
"Don't bother, Helga. The Christian doesn't understand." Vanya frowned at his words with Helga mirroring her. The kind female opened her mouth to scold her husband only for Vanya to intervene.
"It is very nice to meet you, Helga. You too, Floki. Ivar told me a lot about you." Helga and Ivar looked at her with pride. Meanwhile, Floki narrowed his eyes at her as if he was looking into her soul. Funny considering he didn't believe they existed.
Afterward, he giggled before walking over to Ivar and patting him on the head like a dog. The Prince swatted his hand away and hit him in the knee, causing the other man to jump away laughing. "He talked about you too. I did not expect you to talk at all from what he told me."
Vanya looked down at Ivar and raised a curious eyebrow at him. She wondered what he told the man he saw as a father figure, especially if Floki saw her as a mute.
"Sit. Let's talk." Helga ushered them around a put out fire with logs around it. Vanya sat down next to Ivar, who heaved himself onto the wood effortlessly. She admired his grace and strength. And his muscles. Especially his muscles.
She liked Helga already, Floki was a whole different story. He didn't mock her as much as she expected, but he obviously hated her faith. At least they had something in common.
"Ivar says you won't be a Christian after tomorrow. How do you feel about that?" The accusation behind that sentence was so evident it hurt. Yet Vanya didn't dwell on it. Her husband to be mentioned that Floki always hated Christians. Especially the one who befriended Ivar's father, Ragnar. The story of how he killed the monk wasn't exactly a vote of confidence to her.
She blinked once before she looked up to the sky to escape his mean gaze. "Well, I don't know. I like the gods Ivar speaks of. They seem better than mine. But he is my family's God. Even if he isn't that helpful."
"Helpful?" Great, now Ivar's questioning her too. She had a suspicion that the two planned this whole conversation to find out where she stood with her faith.
The Saxon Princess looked at the two Vikings again and shrugged. "He must be a busy God if he never answers my prayers. He doesn't protect people like the Aesir."
The answer both amused and satisfied the duo, which Vanya was thankful for. Whatever God answered her inner cry for help, she was grateful for the support.
"And what do you pray for?" Helga asked curiously. The ginger thought hard about the question. What would she say? Last, she prayed it was for her to die on the open sea.
"Many things. Safety, happiness, forgiveness. I'm sure it is no different from your prayers." The older female nodded with a small smile on her lips.
Floki instead rolled his eyes at that and looked at Ivar from the corner of his eye before smirking. "And how do you like our little Cripple?"
Vanya frowned at the word and shook her head at him. "I like IVAR so far." The emphasis on his name made the said male smirk proudly.  Apparently, the answer pleased Floki too. Even Helga smiled at that.
They sat in a circle talking about tomorrow's wedding. Helga told her a little about her own wedding and what she should expect. The Saxon Princess had no idea what to think of the goat blood she will be sprinkled with, but otherwise, everything sounded great. The sword tradition interested her the most. While the two females talked, Floki led Ivar to his newest boat to show him something.
"Poor little Christian isn't right in the head. She actually likes you." Floki teased the younger Viking when they were out of hearing range. Ivar glared up at the boat builder and scoffed.
"Shut it, old fool. Well? Do you like her?" The two had a stare off as feminine laughter sounded in the background. Then the atmosphere changed, and the laughed as Floki sat down in the dirt next to the youngest son of Ragnar. He put an arm around his shoulders and lightly swayed them from side to side.
Floki looked at his sweet Helga, talking to the redhead. They both smiled while talking about something that the two men couldn't make out. "She is okay for a Christian." Floki spat out the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. Ivar let out a long breath and looked at the happy ginger.
She looked so pretty, talking to Helga with her braided hair and pink dress. She always looked beautiful, no matter what she wore. When Bjorn told him that the king of Slegia chose him as the future husband for Vanya, he was angry. But Aslaug kept bothering him about it till he agreed. That was a day before the redhead arrived. He just couldn't say no to his mother when she looked at him with soft eyes, worried he would never find love. Ivar was no fool. He knew why Silas chose him instead of his older brothers. It had nothing to do with age.
Bjorn said that the king asked about all of them. And when he mentioned that Ivar's a cripple, he chose him. After all, the chances of producing a male heir are low for somebody whose lower half doesn't work—or creating any child at all. And without anybody to raise a claim on Silas's throne, he can keep on ruling till he creates an heir of his own.
And Ivar wasn't the only one aware of this plan, Sigurd threw it in his face the moment the engagement was announced. But he wouldn't say it in front of her, Sigurd was too much of a coward to do it.
"Poor little Ivar will be a married man tomorrow." Floki teased, ruffling his hair only for Ivar to roll his eyes at him.
"You say it like it's terrible. Are you not married? What would Helga say if she heard you." Ivar snapped back halfheartedly. He was nervous about marrying her, but not for the reasons his brothers would be. He never cared for women, so not being free to sleep around didn't bother him as much as it would bother Hvitserk or Ubbe, or Bjorn. It was more about spending the rest of his life with somebody who would see his legs daily. Somebody who didn't say what they thought without being asked to do so.
"But, you are not marrying Helga." The way Floki said it made Ivar pause in his thinking. He was right. Helga and Vanya were different. They may both be kind and soft-spoken, but Helga knew the ways of the Vikings. Meanwhile, Vanya got pale only at the mention of blood. She wasn't cut for the violent methods that Ivar loved, but she doesn't have to be. He had no problem keeping her away from it all if it meant she would stay by his side.
The redhead wasn't like the other women he knew. Every girl he saw looked at him with either pity or disgust. Vanya treated him like an equal. That's why he enjoyed their evening talks so much. Even if every time she mentioned Silas or froze every time she said something she thought would make him angry, he wanted to hit or kill something.
The two walked men walked to their wife and bride. The two were huddled together on a log, giggling about something. "Really? Up to his ears?"
Helga nodded at the ginger's question and covered her mouth with her hand. "Yes. He was covered in mud up to his ears. You could see nothing but the blue eyes."
"What are you two gossiping about?" Floki asked them suspiciously, Ivar knew precisely what they were talking about. Helga looked up at Floki with a smile and giggled again.
"The time you threw Ivar into the mud when he wouldn't stop asking questions." Ivar glared at Helga for telling Vanya such an embarrassing moment. He was only ten and wanted to know all about the boat Floki was building; he wouldn't let him work till he answered every question. The old Viking got so frustrated with him he jokingly threw him into the mud near them. Only Ivar slipped and caked his whole face in it. His mother made him bathe three times, cause the dirt wouldn't get out of his hair.
Vanya saw his angry shook her head at him, laughing. "It is alright. I did a lot of embarrassing things when I was a child too." She reassured him in English. Yet his sour face didn't change.
"Like what, huh?" Ivar asked, raising an eyebrow at her while Helga and Floki watched them talk. Vanya thought hard about a moment in her life where she made a fool of herself. It wasn't that hard, but she had a feeling saying her whole life was embarrassing wouldn't make Ivar happy.
"When I was six, my father went hunting with Silas. So I was alone at home with my mother. She had a visitor over. An older man, he was very handsome and knew many stories. I liked him until he called my father a fool for letting him stay. So when my mother went to change her dress, I asked him to sit with me by the fire. I moved his leg to the fire. He was so focused on his cup of wine he didn't realize that his clothes were aflame till mother walked in. So I spilled the pitched of wine on him to put it out. I poured it over his head, making him look like a wet dog. He looked so foolish mother sent him away."
Ivar looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes. "You set him on fire?" He looked at Floki and smirked at him. "She set her mother's lover on fire when she was six."
Floki laughed at this while she blushed. "Well, you asked." She said, smiling slightly at her future husband.
"I asked about something embarrassing." Ivar pointed out, making her shake her head and roll her eyes.
"Well, it was embarrassing for me when Mother told Father what I did, and he had me locked in my room for a week, especially when he called me his little Spark after that." She whined, making him laugh. Vanya rolled her eyes at his antics and looked at Helga for help. Floki kept grinning at her, and Ivar telling him that she fit him better than he thought.
The sentence just had to keep haunting her, didn't it? A husband that fits her. Maybe he did. She certainly liked it.
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rebelliouslala · 4 years
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A Beauty and a Beast
requested by anon seriously thank you this is my first request
(suggestive, slight angst, Model!Jinyoung, Manager!reader, 1.5k words I tried making it as long as possible but also short lol)
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Grey smoke drifts into your nose, filling your nose until your eyes water and twitch. Your phone buzzes with messages in your back pocket. You had no time to deal with people, especially those from every magazine, every drama wanted Korea’s biggest model. “Is my bulgogi kimchi fried rice here yet?” He taps the leftover cigarette ashes into the tiny platter beneath, an eyebrow raised.
“Hm?” You’re brought out of your thoughts, and you widen your eyes, and bow your head.
Park Jinyoung scoffs, taking in a deep inhale of his cigarette, until his words are traced out with smoke, “I knew you weren’t listening. Captivated by my beauty, huh?”
“S-sorry,” you apologize quickly, bowing and making the note, calling quickly. Not only were you his manager, but you were his new girlfriend. Tending at his every whim.
“I want an egg with it too, last time you forgot.” He watches you grab your phone, clicking away all of the other desperate calls for him, “Get me some more cigarettes too, Manager-nim.”
You go outside, face growing red with embarrassment. That is the last thing you needed him to see. Not only could you be fired for being incompetent with every request he had, you were even making out with the treasure of Korea.
With a sigh to push the thoughts away, you end the call, leaning on the wall as your eyes close. He is treating you specially. Usually it was the stylists that had to deal with his brat-like behavior, yet either way it didn’t take away the fact of your belief on how this beauty could possibly harm something.
Going back to serving him, you find his absence in the makeup room. His cigarette had been dragged out for the ashes to shape a heart as a signature. You jog to the studio, where the model wore a revealing fishnet shirt, and his eyes coated in black eye shadow, lips a pure white. His long evening black skirt drapes to his ankles. He looks like a wayward demon, coming to take you away.
And once again you fell in love with him. His wavy hair covering his eyes. How he effortlessly looked to the side, jawline sharp. His plump lips contort in a snarl, making some of the stylists sigh, clutching their supplies closer.
The director commands the photographer to take more photos as Jinyoung takes his persona, even raising his arms to reveal his toned abs, but the sight stops down by the wood brown belt he wore with the skirt.
“Jinyoung, you’re doing amazing,” the photographer whispers, “How about a romance picture?”
He sits up, and looks at you. You didn’t realize how frozen you were, at his talent, at his aura, everything. He smirks, his bright contact green eyes shifting before landing back on you, devouring you whole as his eyebrow raises.
Jinyoung became the beast before you.
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“Bulgogi kimchi fried rice, and a pack of cigarettes. That’s all I asked for, Miss Y/N.”
You groan quietly in his grip on your waist tightened, stopping your grinding.
He had you where he wanted. His eyes search, slowly over your face until he lands on your lips. “And yet you forgot to get someone down there. I didn’t get my food, baby.”
“I-I’m so sorry, p-please,” you say softly, and he grabs your cheeks now, “Should I not get something else in return?”
“You should!” You stutter out, and he leans in, smirking, “Like?”
“A-Anything you like, sir.” You murmur out his name, feeling yourself tear up from being so tiny around his bulging arms. He loved this game, yet seeing you cry always brought him back to reality.
“How about I get a kiss? We’ve been dating for a week, Manager-nim.” he whispers in your ear. His breath is cold, sending more shivers down your body. He holds you even closer as you whisper frantically, “W-We’re in your makeup room! Anyone can—!”
He strokes your cheek, a sneaky smirk on his face. “Not if you keep quiet, Y/N.” The way he perfectly said your name only pulls you towards him. She dove into your lips, attacking you by biting on your bottom lip before stopping, looking at you evilly as he slowly and excruciatingly licked it.
A mewl of his name erupts out of you as your entire body gets hot immediately, “J-Jinyoung,” you say like it’s your last. His hand travels to your thighs, tracing patterns you couldn’t make out. His quiet exhales, being revealed as he continues to bruise your lips to a light purple.
You whimper, shutting your eyes from the teasing, “F-Fuck Jinyoung,” You hold the back of his hair, tugging at it to signal his fantastic job of turning you on.
He pulls away with a smirk, while you chase his lips.
“J-Jinyoung,” you say, almost as if starved for his touch, “Please,”
“Keep apologizing, baby.” He leans back, watching you hold him closer.
You kiss his lips, without hesitation, letting his lipstick get on your own, smudging it as you softly mumble, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so so sorry Jinyoung.”
He only chuckles and kisses back deeply, when you moan his name in his mouth, he slips his tongue inside, only making you more hungry. He picks you up onto his thigh, letting you grind slowly. “How funny, weren’t you that little manager that confessed to me with a love letter?” He says sarkly in your ear.
“Jinyoung~,” you whine, kissing his moving lips.
He circles your area, with a lazy finger, “Now look at you. Funny how the tables have—,”
The doorknob shakes, and you and he are apart before the door opens. You fix his lipstick, looking at him with a frown, pursing your own lips, “Sir, I’m sorry but you messed your makeup.”
“Sorry, I had been waiting tirelessly, for some food.”
Your eyebrows furrow at his fib as there is a soft cough. “L/N Y/N, we need you.”
That slick voice. You freeze.
You were almost caught by your boss.
Turning around with a quick, deep bow, you laugh nervously, “JYP! Oh my god I’m so sorry! Please—!”
“This way, please.” You look up from your deep bow, and nod. Following him back to the studio, you hear his small whispers, “They can’t use his photos.”
You widen your eyes, “W-What?”
“The director and photographer looked it over and they won’t. . .they won’t use it.”
Scoffing you go to the camera, “I want to see them, no way. He’s amazing at visuals, at dancing, at singing. They even requested for him!” You fail to turn the camera on so you slam it down, and grab a photo behind JYP’s back.
A blur on his skin. Pale lips as a detail. Eyes burning through you. Clothing miraculously glowing like light. Hand outstretched to the camera, holding it cockily.
“Why is this not enough?”
JYP sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, “They said they found another model, and if so, they want him to show less skin. That the clothing looked too, weird on him.”
“Are you serious?” you scoff, holding your hair as you slam down the photos. “We don’t need these photos I’ll tell—,”
Your heart drops at the sound of Jinyoung’s profanities and the crack of wood breaking before the director runs out, his face an entire strawberry pink.
“MOTHERFUCKER- YOU THINK YOU CAN USE ME?! FUCk YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!”
You open the door, to have something fly past your short hair and slam into the wall next to your right ear.
Jinyoung’s usually even kept hair is frayed, and his mouth is turned in a snarl. “SHOW LESS SKIN! I’LL SHOW YOU SOME SKIN, MOON! MAYBE YOU NEED TO—!”
“Jinyoung!” You hiss, shutting the door behind you and holding his face. He thrashes and he growls at you, “Jinyoung,” he mocks, “Jinyoung calm down! You don’t fucking know how I feel!” You whimper as he grabs your arms, standing up and leading you to the mirror. He takes off his shirt in a motion, pointing at his stomach, and he holds his head, “You have no idea the standards I have to go through.”
He grips his hair, laughing loudly, obnoxiously, “I lost, so, so much weight. Today was my one cheat day. And now that’s even ruined!”
“STOP IT!” You pull away, tears starting to form. “I know the exact fucking feeling.”
You both stare at each other, a slight pant coming out of you, as you feel yourself collapse into a kneel, your head hanging. “I know you want me to agree, be your little doll. And I’m trying, baby, I really am.”
You look up, sniffling, “I can get you something else. Just please,” you sit up, to kiss at the corner of his lips, “Please my love, calm down.”
He pants softly, and he melts in your arms, hugging you tightly, bringing to his height.
“This has to stop. You’re beautiful in every way. If I can’t convince you, then you need to—,”
Jinyoung kisses you deeply, and you feel liquid softly drip down. Softly, slowly, like a faucet accidentally running.
You sighed into his kiss, kissing him back. Your first encounter with Beast Jinyoung, and you seemed to tame him. “J—?”
“Thank you.” he says against your lips, before he pulls away.
Only to slam you against the door, locking it with a smirk.
“Mm, how can I ever repay you, babygirl?”
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maliburenee · 4 years
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Like A Wrecking Ball
(This is my first attempt at a fic, please be gentle. LOL It’s also a very long story so bare with me)
Warnings: 18+ NSFW
“Damnit Alex!” Jensen growled as he tossed his phone on the coffee table.
Jared lifted an arched brow and looked away from the boxing match on tv, “Something wrong man?”
“That girl is gonna be the damn death of me.” He rolled his forest green eyes and shook his head.
“Should I even ask?” He grinned.
“She's sent me over twenty pictures today.” Jensen responded.
“You mean friendly pictures, or pictures?” Jared glanced at Jensen's phone.
“I'll let you use your imagination.” Jensen sighed.
“I thought you were a little distracted today.”
“Couldn't remember a damn line!” He answered exasperated.
“Alexandra getting a little anxious for you to come home?”
“She's not the only one. This holiday shooting schedule is killing me. Between being here on set and at conventions, I haven't been home in three weeks.”
“Face time not working anymore?” Jared laughed.
“Face time? Really?”
“Sorry, forgot you're not coordinated enough to hold the phone and use your other hand at the same time.” He laughed before dodging Jensen's fist to his arm.
“You're an asshole, Jared!”
“Seriously though, as soon as we wrap, you'll be on a plane. Where is Alex anyway?”
“She's in Savannah, airing out the summer house.”
“So how long is she off?”
“From what I heard, she's off for the summer. She has a bunch of comp time I guess.”
“You bringing her back with you?” Jared asked propping his long legs on the coffee table.
“I don't know, you know how she is about “too much commitment”.” Jensen answered.
“Still won't give you a definite answer, huh?”
“Nope. It's fucking frustrating! All it does is end in an argument.”
“How do you two find any time to talk anyway? Seems to me, all you guys do is fuck!”
“Jealous much?” Jensen smirked
“Alright, that's a wrap on 222! Have a good holiday everyone. Call time will be Wednesday morning at 9am, don't be late!” Jerry, the director yelled as cameras and lights were turned off.
Jensen clapped Jared on his back and smiled, “That's it for me! Have a good weekend!”
“Be safe brother...don't need any more Jensen's running around!” Jared smirked.
“Funny! You asshole!” Jensen laughed walking with Jared toward the trailers.
He grabbed his stuff and gave Jared a quick hug before heading toward the black SUV waiting for him. “Hey Jay!” Jared yelled as Jensen threw his bag into the back seat.
“What?” He turned around.
“Tell Alex I said hi and to get her ass out here. It's kind of boring dealing with you fuckers everyday!” Jared cracked a smile, when Jensen flipped his middle finger up at him and slid into the back seat of the SUV.
Jensen settled in and felt the vehicle pull away. He laid his head back against the leather seat and took a deep breath. It had been a long three weeks and he missed Alexandra like crazy. It still surprised him that they were even together. He had met her almost a year ago thanks to her childhood friendship with Jared. At the time he hadn't been looking for anything, he was having too much fun living the single life.
When Alexandra walked into the convention center that day, his whole world tilted. He couldn't stop staring as she took off on a run toward Jared. It seemed as if someone had punched him in the stomach as he almost forgot how to breathe. He watched as Jared stooped down from his massive 6'4” height to pick up her petite body. His heart pounded in his chest as Jared spun her around with her feet dangling above the floor. When Jared introduced them, he had trouble finding his voice.
In the midst of his reflection, his phone vibrated in his hand. He opened his eyes and tapped the message from Alexandra. “You like pink, right?”  It read along side a picture of her sitting on the black marbled bathroom sink wearing only pink polish on her toes.
Jensen groaned shifting uncomfortably in the seat. “Damn her.” he exclaimed under his breath. If she kept that up he wasn't gonna make it.
He sent her a picture back of his face set in stern lines with narrowed eyes and tightened lips. “Keep it up and I'm gonna punish you when I get home!”
The phone buzzed again and he looked back down “How bout you make it fair, send me a pic!”
“I just sent you one.”
“As sexy as your face is babe, I want to see something else...” She texted back.
Jensen dropped his head back against the seat again, every text was going deeper. “I can't send you that kind of pic, Clif is in the front seat and I don't want him getting that view of me.” He glanced back up to the front seat at the back of a bald head that was bobbing along with the song on the radio.
“Too bad! I had a few more pics that I wanted to send you. Guess I'll just keep them to myself!” she responded.
Jensen let out the breath he was holding in. He hoped she was done with the pictures, as it was, his cock had been pressing uncomfortably against his jeans all day. There was only so much rearranging he could do.
The phone vibrated again and he couldn't help but look right down at the picture message notification. “Here we go.” he said to himself.  
“Hope you will be here soon! Can't wait to feel your hands....” The picture showed creamy smooth thighs spread slightly open, but the picture stopped before it showed anything.
The groan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Damn this girl!
“You okay Jay? Need anything before we get to the airport?” Clif's gruff voice asked.
“No man I'm good.” He answered shaking his head. “Think I'm just feeling the long night.”
“You gonna be okay catching the plane alone?” He asked glancing in the rear-view mirror.
“I should be fine. It's a private flight thanks to Alex, so there shouldn't be any problems.”
“How has she been? Haven't heard much about her lately.”
“She's great. She's got the whole summer off so I should be seeing her more.”
“You planning on staying with her this summer?”
“I don't know. We haven't talked about it yet.”
“Okay, let me or Michael know if we have to work.”
“Clif, you do realize that we're not y'all's responsibility all the time.”
“Sure you are, we're your bodyguards.” He responded chuckling. “Gotta protect you boys from all those screaming girls.”
Jensen laughed, “O lord!”
Alexanda slipped off the bathroom sink and reached for Jensen's shirt that was hanging on the towel rack. She laughed to herself knowing she was causing Jensen to be turned on all the way back home.  Flipping  her hair back over her shoulder, she walked down the stairs.
She hadn't decided if she was gonna keep messing with him or let him be. It had been a long 3 weeks since she had last seen him and truth be told, she couldn't wait to get her hands on him. It was bad enough his job kept him away from her weeks at a time, but with the conventions thrown in, the weeks got longer and harder.
A couple more pictures shouldn't hurt him. She laughed and took a few shots of Jensen's shirt sliding off her shoulder. Wonder what he will do when he gets home?
The ride to the airport seemed to take forever and Jensen was getting antsy. He had been away from Alexandra way too long and his thoughts just kept traveling back the pictures she had been sending him all day. He couldn't seem to stop torturing himself. He grabbed his phone and flipped back through all the messages and pictures. Suddenly he realized his other hand had wandered down to rub over the bulge in his jeans. He sat up straighter and tossed his phone into the seat beside him.
“Relax boss, we'll be there in about 10 minutes. This traffic sucks.” Clif replied hearing Jensen's restlessness.
Once the plane taxied down the runway and they took off, Jensen let out a deep sigh. Only 7 hours and he would be with Alexandra. It would be four days they didn't have to worry about paparazzi or the outside world
He couldn't seem to figure out how she had gotten to him so quickly. He could still remember the first time he had admitted he was into her.  She had been hanging out with him and Jared on most weekends for a few months, at least when they weren't working. He had been trying to figure out a way to talk to her alone, but was a nervous about Jared finding out. Alexandra and Jared had been best friends since they were babies and from the sounds of things, they had been each other's first in a lot of things. Jensen had never made a move on her because of his friendship with Jared. But one day Jared cornered him.
“Okay brother, what's going on?”
“Don't know what you mean.”
“When are you gonna tell me you have a thing for Alex?” He responded lifting his brow.
“I don't.” Jensen answered.
“Why would you bother lying to me? We've known each other long enough that I can tell.” Jared sat down next to him
Jensen let out an exasperated sigh, “Fuck! Is it that obvious?”
“Extremely obvious.”
“Don't worry Jared, I'm not gonna do anything about it.”
“Why do you say that?
“Dude, that's your Ex! That's just messed up. You and I are friends, practically brothers. I'm not gonna screw with that!”
“You think I'll get pissed if you asked her out? She's not really my Ex. We had a bit of  a thing when we were 16. We've been friends all of our lives. But she's got a mind of her own and has every right to tell you yes or no. Besides I know you're a good guy and you wouldn't hurt her, but if you ever did...” Jared smiled.
“Right...Got it.”
Jensen laughed to himself at the memory of Jared trying to reassure him to ask her out. For all the confidence he projected to the world because of being an actor, he was still that shy kid from Texas. Every time he got into a room with her, he still had trouble speaking what was on his mind. But apparently she had a few ideas and had gotten tired of waiting.
The first time they kissed, he hadn't be prepared. They had all been hanging out and Jared had to go do a meet and greet for their convention. That had left them alone in Jensen's room. He had been trying to act calm and collected but was so distracted by being alone with her. He was trying to focus on the tv, but couldn't even remember what show they were watching. The floral scent of her perfume gently teased his senses making him want to pull her closer.
“Okay I have a deal for you.” She stated, breaking through his thoughts by waving a dvd in his face.
Jensen smiled and watched her flip her long black hair over her shoulder. Her almond shaped emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.  “What deal do you think I'm gonna make? Not sure I trust you.”
Her eyes widened with innocence, “You don't trust me? That's a little pot and kettle don't ya think?” She laughed.
“Okay fine. What's your deal?
“Let's watch this movie, and the first one that jumps loses and has to do whatever the other one says.”
“What movie is it and have you seen it before?”
“It's Saw III and no I haven't seen it before. It just came out.”
He was pretty sure this was a horrible idea but he couldn't seem to stop himself. “I'm game but, are you sure you can handle doing what I want when you lose?”
Alexandra reached her slender hand out and lifted a brow. “Deal!”
Jensen looked from her narrowed eyes to her outstretched hand. “Baby you are gonna regret this! But deal!” He clasped her hand and their eyes met. The thought went through his head that he could just tug her closer and she would be in his arms. His eyes dropped down when she softly bit her bottom lip.
Jensen cleared his throat. “So the movie, you want popcorn?” He asked pulling away.
Jensen lasted about 30 minutes before a scene made him jump. “Damn it!” He exclaimed when she started laughing.
“Bitch you're mine!” She doubled over laughing harder.
“Okay fine. What do I have to do?” He asked watching her shoulders shake.
“Let's finish the movie and I'll let you know” She answered quietly chuckling and leaning her shoulder back against his.
So he spent the rest of the movie wondering what kind of torture she had for him. She had a mind just as twisted as his or Jared's and she wasn't afraid of making them look like idiots. It was even worse since it was during the convention, she could have anything up her sleeve. When it was finally over he turned to face her.
“Okay, let's get this over with. What do you have in mind?”
She smirked and turned to face him. He thought he could see a little bit of doubt in her eyes and was slightly confused.  “Okay, I will give you the chance to back out. I know you are worried.”
“Not a chance Alex! A deal is a deal and I don't back out! Lay it on me!”
“Okay, you asked for it.” She replied licking her full red lips.
“Bring it!” He answered with false confidence.
“Kiss me!” She demanded watching him.
Jensen's mouth dropped and he stared wide-eyed at her. “Excuse me? Did I just hear you right?”
“I'm sure you did. Are you going back on a deal?” She snagged her bottom lip in her teeth again before dropping her eyes to watch his lips.
His sense of competition caused slight insult at her challenging him. He really wasn't sure he should do it, but her command was causing his blood to turn to fire. He had been wanting to kiss her, wondered how soft her lips would be against his. It would only be an innocent kiss, right? Damn this was a bad idea, but he couldn't back out now. “I don't back out on a deal!”
“Well I'm waiting! And I'm not talking a boring grandmother kiss. Give me a good one!”
Jensen's blood pumped hot and fast, he hoped he could keep his voice steady. He moved in until he was breath away from her full lips “Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”
“Well then shut me up!” She answered dragging in a ragged breath.
His hand seemed to move of it's own volition. It gently slid over her cheek before grasping the back of her neck. Her lips opened with a soft gasp as he pulled her to him. He watched her eyes close before shifting forward and touching his lips to hers. A soft moan escaped her and he lost a small grip on his control. The kiss deepened with him tracing his tongue over her bottom lip.
All at once it was like she came alive in his hands. She straddled his thighs, her tongue sliding against his. The salty flavor of the popcorn was there but also some deeper darker flavor that he was sure was all hers. As it seeped into him, her hands came up to frame his face and her moan shot lust filled heat straight through his body. Once her hands slid up to his hair and sharply pulled, the rest of his control snapped. He scooped her hips up and quickly turned to lay her beneath him on the couch as there was a knock on the door. They froze with him cradling her against his body.
“Wow” She breathed out. “What are we gonna do about this?”
“Right now, I'm guessing nothing. We should answer the door, it might be Jared.” He responded breathing hard.
“I'm thinking I should answer the door, unless that's Dean's gun in your pocket.” She answered grinding her hips gently against him.
He dropped his forehead against hers, “Fuck Alex, you are killing me.” He groaned as there was another knock.
Jensen groaned, realizing he was getting himself worked up again thinking of Alexandra. This girl was like a damn drug. He could never seem to get enough and  she just wouldn't commit to him. Just kept telling him that she wouldn't be good in a relationship. She had bad luck keeping guys around. He knew eventually they would reach a point there had to be a definite decision but he couldn't dwell on it or he'd go crazy.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out.  “Baby, are u sleeping?” He read, reclining the seat back.
“No, but shouldn't u be?”
“I'm just laying in bed wearing ur shirt. Miss u so much, need u to hurry home.”
Jensen smiled, he could picture her laying back on the bed, the white comforter pillowing around her slim muscular frame. Thinking of her long silky hair fanned out over the white pillowcase. She probably had that cute smirk on her face, she loved being defiant.
“Baby, I'm going as fast as I can, but u need sleep. The things I'm planning on doing to u, I think u are gonna need your strength.”
“Mmmm, babe u need to give me a preview!”
“I think I'm gonna leave u to wonder. Get some sleep!”
“Yes Sir!”
Alexandra laid her head back on the pillow and stared at a picture of him on her phone. The closer he got, the further away it seemed he was. The flight from Vancouver was going to take forever. It was gonna be morning before he got there. She sat her phone on the nightstand and turned off the light. The sooner she got to sleep, the sooner he would be home with her.
Sighing, Jensen laid his head back against the seat and felt the exhaustion of the last few weeks catch up to him. It was gonna feel so good to be home. Settling back he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion finally drag him under.
When he surfaced again, Wendy, the flight attendant was gently shaking his shoulder. “Jensen, we are beginning our descent into Savannah. Fasten your belt please. Just to let you know, Ronnie will be waiting with the car for you on the runway.”
“Thank you Wendy.” Jensen sat up, bucked his belt and looked out the window at day break beginning to come up.
“I bet it's a welcome sight to see Savannah.” Wendy replied.
“Yeah it is. It's been a long time since I've been back here.” He answered taking a deep sigh.
After landing Ronnie ushered Jensen to the waiting car and they sped away into the early morning. He watched the city fly by and his mind drifted again. Alexandra always seemed to do things that caught him off guard. She had seen the house in Savannah online and pretty much bought it sight unseen, because he said he loved vacationing there when he was a kid. She completely baffled him at times. Like the first time they made love;
Jensen had just finished on set and walked back to his trailer. The night shoot had run over and the sun was on the rise. He had been covered in corn syrup blood for so long, he felt like a life sized sucker. He badly needed a shower, a case of beer, and his bed. The only good thing, it was the end of the week for him and he had three days off. He was off to the apartment until work called again. Hopefully Jared wanted to watch the Cowboys kick the Bronco's ass Sunday night.
He stepped out of his trailer after the shower, heading toward his SUV, waving at various crew members as they were wishing him a good weekend. Jensen kept an eye out for anyone wanting to prank him before he left. Pranks ran rampant on the set and he wasn't immune to it. His mind wandered over the next few scripts, trying to work out how he was going to handle Dean's character arc. Clif took his bags and threw them in the back of the Denali and Jensen opened the back door to get in. A movement caught his eye and he followed the long line of creamy white skin up over a slim knee to the bottom of smooth thigh. His eyes widened and he looked up further to see Alexandra's long dark hair falling over her shoulders and a huge smile on her lips.
“Going my way sexy?” She asked leaning back against the other door.
“Baby what are you doing here?” He asked smiling.
“Had a few days off. Clif smuggled me onto set.”
He slid into the back and she draped her legs over his lap. “So I've got you for the whole weekend?”
“Am I screwing up your guys weekend with Jared?”
“I actually don't have any plans with him yet. Was thinking of watching the game with him on Sunday. But other than that I'm completely yours.”
“Good, cuz I have plans for you.” She replied as Clif pulled out into traffic.
“You gonna give me a heads up?”
“Sure you don't want to be surprised?” She asked lightly rubbing her leg over his crotch.
Jensen narrowed his eyes and looked down at her leg. “Alex, baby come on.”
His eyes were drawn up her legs as she slid the skirt of her cobalt blue dress up her legs a little more. She slid a leg to the floor spreading her thighs open, to his shock all he saw was slick, bare skin.
Pure lust rocketed through his body, shooting straight to his groin.“Oh god!” He groaned.
“Everything okay boss.” Clif asked glancing in the rear view mirror.
“We're good man.”
“Okay we will be at the apartment in about an hour. Settle back and I'll get you guys there safe.” He answered turning up the music.
Alexandra smirked at Jensen and lifted a brow. “You better be quiet. Don't want your bodyguard to get a look.” She whispered.
“You're pure evil.” He playfully glared at her.
“Am I?” She asked running her hand up her leg.
Jensen's eyes hungrily followed her hand as it slid up farther, she leaned back against the door . Alexandra smiled and spread her legs a little wider.
“Enjoying the view?”
His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his mouth beginning to go dry. “Come here!” He quietly growled.
“Nope. I'm comfortable over here.” She smirked.
Need was clawing to the surface quickly, he had to get his hands on her. “Come here now!” He demanded.
Alexandra laughed and slid over to Jensen, pulling her skirt back into place.
“Yes dear?” She asked, blinking innocently at him. “Did you need something?”
“I have half a mind to bend you over my knee!” He sternly whispered in her ear as her signature scent of gardenia filled his scenes.
He watched her rub her thighs together and bit his lip to suppress a moan.
“You like that idea?” He whispered lightly running his tongue over the shell of her ear before nipping the lobe.
“If only you could feel how much I like that.” she replied.
“I didn't realize you were such a tease.” He whispered.
“I can stop.” She replied sliding her hand slowly up his toned thigh to the growing hardness pushing against his jeans.
“Baby.” He growled in her ear. “I'm not gonna make it back to the apartment if you don't move your hand.”
Lust had him by the throat and it was getting hard to breathe.
“Aww, my poor baby! Maybe I should rub it a little more to make it all better.” She laughed gripping him tighter.
Jensen groaned before he reluctantly grabbed her hand and moved it down to his knee. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Alexandra draped her legs over his before curling against his side.
“God, you're a damn tease.” He softly nipped her ear lobe again.
“So, we've got 30 minutes til we get home... how are you going to keep your hands off of me?” She purred against his mouth.
Between her breath on his neck and her hand rubbing against his leg, it was probably the longest 30 minutes he had ever sat through in his life. He just kept telling himself to relax and he would make her pay when they got back to the apartment.
When they finally got upstairs and dropped his bags, he caged her against the door. “You can't tease me anymore. What will you do now?” He breathed against her neck.
“I'm sure I can think of something. Unless you want to hold me here.” She smirked.
As she reached for him he quickly brought his hand down and grabbed her wrists before holding them above her head.
“Mmm... Jensen are you gonna get a little rough tonight?” She purred.
He slid his other hand down her hip til he got to the bottom of her skirt. “I could get rough. You still deserve punishment for teasing me in the car.”
“Seems like all I'm hearing is talk. You gonna back it up big man?” She asked yanking her leg away from his seeking hand.
“Is this how you want to play it?” He asked grabbing a handful of her skirt and wadding it up in his fist.
His body coiled tight with lust as her eyes widened and she nervously licked her plump red lips. He chuckled darkly hearing her moan. Playfully she fought against his hand still holding her wrists.
“How fond are you of this dress?” He asked tugging a little harder.
She moaned again spreading her thighs open for him. “I didn't hear an answer, Alexandra!” He exclaimed.
“I'm pretty fond of this dress. I just bought it.” She bit her lip.
Jensen felt the dark thrill of control running through him. Too far along to realize this wasn't normal for him. “Too bad. I have a feeling it's about to get ruined.” He smiled.
He gave a strong yank that ripped the seams apart on the sides and heard her moan out loud. “Jay, who's teasing who here? We've only got a few days and you are still talking.” She replied in contradiction to her wide lust blown pupils.
“If I was teasing you, I would do this,” He responded by sliding his hand under the torn fabric, up between her legs, cupping the wet heat of her.
Alex squeezed her eyes shut and strained against his hold as he slid a thick finger easily into her. “Damn, baby,  already so wet for me.” He tightened his grip on her wrists
He stretched her tightness by sliding another thick finger inside her. He pumped them in and out a few times, watching her drop her head back against the door. “Jensen, Please...”
“Please, what Alex?” He asked stilling his fingers.
“Baby, please don't stop!” She groaned bucking her hips to get his fingers to move again.
“I think I'm good right now.” He responded leaning forward to tug her bottom lip with his teeth. “Besides, I said I was going to punish you.”
“Damnit Jensen! Please don't stop, I'm begging you.”
He loved the way she was coming apart in front of him. “Doesn't take much for you to crack, does it?” He laughed.
She looked up at him through glassy, pleading eyes. “Actually it does, I've been edging myself all damn night. Wanted to wait until you had your hands on me.” She moaned.
“Edging?”
“Yeah, I've been reading some fan fiction online and playing a little. Some of it can get a little hot.” She smiled as she bucked her hips again. “Come on, please, I've been dying to come all night. I've been here since six yesterday.” She moaned as he curled his fingers slightly inside her.
“Aww, my poor baby. I think we should do something about that...” He responded letting go of her wrists and dropping down to his knees. “Take off the dress!” He commanded pulling his fingers away from her soaking pussy.
Alexandra quickly pulled the ruined dress over her head and threw it off to the side as Jensen quickly spread her thighs and pulled a leg over his shoulder. He gently ran his tongue against her dripping slit. Her hips jerked and she moaned before he tightly gripped her hips and held her in place. He found her slippery hole and lapped at her like he was a starving man. Her hands came down to grip his hair tightly as she arched back against the door.
“Fuck, Jay! I'm so close...please don't stop!” She moaned, pulling harder on his hair.
The pain of her yanking his hair was sending a wave of heat through his veins. He groaned and pulled back before swirling his tongue around her clit. He glanced up, seeing her bent back against the door and smiled before plunging 2 fingers back inside her dripping wetness. Her internal walls clenched around his fingers and it felt like the only thing holding her up when her knees buckled was his  fingers inside her.  Alexandra's whole body seemed to vibrate with the orgasm but he kept licking and sucking on her now sensitive button.
“Jensen...” She breathed. “Stop, stop, stop....I can't”
He pulled back and looked up at her, “Just one more...Want to feel you come apart on my tongue this time.”
He watched her chest heave with her labored breath. She groaned as he slid his tongue back inside her soaked pussy, fucking her in and out slowly in time with his fingers rubbing on her clit. He heard her voice getting louder and her thighs still shaking from the first orgasm clamp down on his head.
“Jensen, Oh God!” She cried, before her body contracted and arched backwards grinding her pussy against his face involuntarily. She let out a loud wail and he felt her explode all over his lips. She gripped his tongue and squeezed tightly before he felt her walls fluttering from the orgasm hitting her again.
Slowly he pulled back and gently lowered her down into his arms. “Are you okay baby?”
“I think I might have blacked out for a second. Where the hell did you learn that?”
He just smiled.
“I can't believe we just did that in the entryway.” She laughed.
He rubbed her arms and nuzzled against her, “I can say that's a first for me. How bout we get up off the floor, I think I've bruised my knees.”
“Not sure I can walk yet. My legs are still shaking.”
“Everything is shaking.” He laughed. “You do that edging thing often?”
Jensen stood up and pulled Alex shakily to her feet. He helped her to the bedroom where he reached behind her and unclasp her bra letting it fall to floor. Helping her up on the bed he gingerly laid down beside her. He was so hard that moving was becoming difficult.
“Actually, no I've never done it before. I read about it a few weeks ago. I was playing earlier and was so close to coming but I was hoping I could hold it off until we were here together. I have to say it definitely paid off cuz I've never come that hard in my life.” She smiled.
“You know you just delayed the inevitable. I didn't get to properly punish you. Guess I will have to do it again later.”
“I promise you will have the chance but for now, I have something to take care of.” She smiled.
“What's that?”
Jensen warily looked her up and down as her smug satisfied face changed into the mischievous little imp he was used to. Suddenly she sat up and looked down at him.
“Stand up and strip for me.” She replied.
Slowly he slid from the bed and turned to face her. He reached his hand behind his head grabbing the back of  his black v neck shirt pulling it up and off his toned body. He saw her bite her lip as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Her hand shot forward and pulled him to her by the belt before he could pull it off.
“How much of a problem do you have with a woman in control?” She asked lifting a slender brow.
“Don't have a problem at all.” He replied nervously.
“Good!” She exclaimed before pulling his belt off and unhooking his pants. “Take them off.”
Blood rushed through his body at lightning speed at hearing her being in control. He pushed the denim down his muscular thighs and to the floor, leaving him standing there in just his black boxer briefs. She licked her lips again and smugly smiled up at him.
“God you are so fucking hot.” She groaned.
Her hand slid up his hip and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly slid them down. She watched his hard cock spring up before wrapping her hand around it softly squeezing. “Mmmmm, so hard for me.”
Jensen's eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back.  He bit his lip as her hand pumped up and down a few times. “Get on the bed!” She commanded as his eyes popped open. “Lay down on your back and close your eyes!” He watched her smile before he complied.
“Boy, you sure do trust me. That might prove to be a mistake tonight.” She laughed.
He hoped he sounded more confident that he currently felt. “Do your worst!” He smirked. “By the way, didn't you just say something about me running my mouth? Isn't that what you're doing? Are you stalling for something?”
“Actually I was stalling a little bit.” She laughed.
Jensen jumped and his eyes flew open when he felt cold metal latch around his wrist. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You said you didn't mind a woman in charge.” She looked down at him. “Am I going too far?” She asked suddenly timid.
“Um...no, but warn me before you do something like that.”
Alex sat on the edge of the bed and worriedly chewed on her lip. “Jay if you aren't comfortable with cuffs, I can get rid of them. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you.”
Jensen hated the look he had put on her face. He turned over as much as he could, being attached to the headboard by his right wrist. He reached up and stroked her cheek. “Baby, I know you'd never hurt me. I trust you. It just startled me a little. I wasn't expecting it.”
“Have you ever played with cuffs?” She quietly asked.
“No. But I'm game to try just about anything.” He murmured before sealing his lips to hers. “Now, where were we?” He asked laying back down on the bed and stretching his left hand up the headboard. “Don't you have another cuff around here?” He smiled.
She shyly smiled and straddled his stomach. As she leaned forward to hook the other cuff to his hand, he leaned up and flicked his tongue against her nipple. She moaned and cupped his head bringing his mouth closer to her breast. He licked and sucked on her nipple before looking up at her.
“Thought you were supposed to be in charge. You seem to be following my lead again.”
He felt her hand tighten in his hair, before pulling his head back and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into.
“You're right! Thanks.”
Alex slid down his chest lightly scratching her nails down  as she slid her body back to his thighs. He moaned as he felt her dripping slit slide over his hard cock.
“Mmmm baby I want to be inside of you.” He moaned.
“When I'm ready baby” She smiled, spreading her legs wide and leaning forward to take the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth.
Jensen's legs tensed as she slid him all the way to the back of her throat. He felt the warm tightness surround him, leaving him tensing in pleasure. Flicking her tongue against the bottom of his shaft on the way back up, she wrapped her hand around the base squeezing, and pumping her hand up and down.
Jensen strained against the cuffs as Alex scraped her teeth against his smooth hard shaft.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned. “Baby, your gonna get me off.”
“That's the plan.” She laughed coming up for air.
“I'm afraid I'm gonna be useless for the next 30 minutes if you don't stop.”
“I could keep myself busy while you rest up.” She answered leaning back  on her right arm and licking her fingers, trailing them down to her wet slit while he watched wide-eyed.
“Alex.” He groaned in frustration as she slipped her fingers deep inside her pussy.
“You are such a whiner.” She laughed.  She pulled her hand away and slid her slicked fingers up and down his hard shaft. “I can feel you throbbing. God I am so turned on right now.”
He watched her straddle his thighs and grind herself over his hard cock. She started sliding back and forth and he could feel her warm wetness covering him. He arched his back, grinding hard against her. “Fuck Alex, feels so fucking good.” He moaned.
Her body started to shake and he could tell she was close to coming. Her fingers gripped his sides and her nails bit into his skin. “Jay, I'm so close.”
“Baby, come all over me.” He answered pushing against her harder.
Her body shook harder as her hands came up to her breasts squeezing before traveling up to grip her hair. It was so erotic to watch her grinding over him. By now there were no more words coming from her mouth, only unintelligible noises. She tensed tight and let out a strangled cry before collapsing down on top of him, shaking. It was everything he could do, to not explode with her.
Jensen strained against the cuffs trying to hold her. “Alex uncuff me. I need to touch you.” He responded.
“Not yet, I'm not done with you. I'm just trying to get my breath back.” She sat up and kneeled over him. Reaching under she wrapped her hand around his still hard member and lined it up with her dripping hole before slowly sinking down, bowing back with the pleasure that coursed through her.
“You're so tight, feels so good.” He moaned, watching her readjust her hips. Suddenly, she worked her hips up and down riding him hard and fast. He watched her breasts rising and falling, hating that he was still tied up. “You're so sexy riding me like that.”
Her hands came up to her breasts to squeeze them and tug on her nipples as she looked down smiling. “I knew you would feel this good inside me.”
“Baby, please! I need to touch you. I'm begging you!” He moaned as she stopped rocking her hips.
“You need to touch me? Really bad?” She chuckled.
“Just remember, whatever you do to me, you will get back later.” He growled.
She leaned forward to uncuff him and he slipped out of her. When he was released he grabbed a hold of her hips. “My turn!” He grinned.
He flipped them over before burying himself to the hilt inside of her in one thrust. She let out a loud cry before gripping his shoulders.
“Fuck me!” She cried out meeting his thrusts with her hips.
He leaned down over her moving harder and faster, feeling her walls grip him tighter. His lips met hers and their tongues danced together. Alex's hands slid up Jensen's back and her nails dug in drawing streaks of red on their way back down.
“Alex, I'm gonna come!” He exclaimed as his rhythm began to falter.
Her lips slid over his stubbled cheek on the way to his neck where her teeth bit down on his sensitive pulse point. His body tensed as a white hot explosion rushed through him. He felt her body tighten around him as he filled her up with his cum.
They were so exhausted when it was all over they had passed out, with him softening inside of her.
Jensen's erection painfully straining for release brought him back to the present. Damn her, she did it to him again, and she wasn't even there with him. He laughed to himself and turned back toward the window. Once again the thought ran through his mind, God he missed her!
He laid his head against the seat and closed his eyes.
“Are we heading out to the summer house?” Ronnie asked breaking through Jensen's thoughts.
“Yeah, Alex is out there right now.” He answered a little tired.
“Cool. Will you need me once we get there?”
“No, we should be okay. You head out once you drop me off.” Jensen responded yawning.
“Hopefully with the long weekend you'll be able to get some rest. Clif told me that it's been nuts this week.” Ronnie responded.
“It's been nuts for the last three weeks. The schedule has been rushed and we had a few conventions thrown in. Conventions are always fun but man are they exhausting. All those people, the lights, feels like you're running a marathon.”
The road was becoming more familiar as they drove farther out of the city. It was a relief his long trip was coming to an end. He wondered if he would be dragging Alex out of bed or if she was already awake. He shouldn't wake her up but he couldn't wait to see her.
Jensen noticed the homes were coming farther and farther apart. He knew they were close. He felt himself starting to check out again before Ronnie's voice cut through.
“We're here. Would you like me to take your luggage in for you?”
Jensen looked around at the long lane they were currently driving up. He felt a sense of calm come over him at seeing the large white farm house sitting about a hundred feet from a beautiful crystal lake.
“No, I'll jump out at the house and grab my stuff. You can take off. We'll be okay.”
When they came to a stop, Jensen hopped out and grabbed his luggage from the back. He waved goodbye to Ronnie and walked toward the house. He got to the bottom of the steps and the front door flew open. He had just enough time to drop his bags before he caught a ball of energy in his arms. Her arms and legs banded around him holding tight. He couldn't even get a word out before Alex's lips were fused to his own in a hard bruising kiss. He staggered back before catching himself against the stair rail.
“Baby I'm so glad your back! I've missed you so much!” She said in between hard kisses.
Her moving around caused her to grind against him. He held in a groan before readjusting her by sliding his hands down to cup her ass. Trying to keep his balance, he blindly made his way up the stairs and stopped at the front door.
“Open the door, don't wanna drop you.” He growled pulling away from her lips.
Sparks of pain and pleasure shot through him as she grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his lips back to hers as she yanked the door open with her other hand. They tripped though the front door and she laughed. Alexandra finally pulled away far enough for him to get a good look at her.  Emerald eyes sparkling with happiness, full lips swelled and red from their kisses, and her long hair swinging free.
“Baby, it's been such a long night coming home. I've missed you so much.” He whispered against her lips.
“As much as I've missed hearing your voice in person, I think we have more pressing issues.” She breathed.
“And those are?” He grinned.
“You have to ask?” She giggled, tightening her legs around him.
“Alex...” He looked down at her bare legs, watching them tighten more. His fingers dug in to the flesh of her ass.
“Come on Jay.” She moaned grazing her teeth against his neck. “I made it easy for ya...” She ground against him again before nuzzling against his ear. “I'm not wearing any panties baby.” She whispered.
She felt him growing harder before suddenly his fingers dug harder into her and he pushed her against the wall. She braced back against the wall before reaching down to unbutton his jeans. He swept everything off of the foyer table before sitting her down.
He tried to step back to help her with his jeans but she wouldn't let go of him with her legs. “Baby let me go.” He murmured against her lips.
“No, there's no reason to.” She unzipped his jeans and in one swift move, pushed them and his boxer briefs down. “I'm all good.” She moaned against his lips.
When she wrapped her hand around him, he was as hard as stone. He groaned, his hands traveled into her hair and pulled, tilting her head up to him. “I've been waiting all night to have you wrapped around me.”
She nipped at his bottom lip causing him to growl low in his throat. “What were you thinking of doing to me? I mean you said you have things planned for me, did you forget?”
“Didn't forget. I just got in the door.” His hands slid down her sides, over the soft cotton of his shirt that was currently sliding off her shoulder, down to the soft skin of her bare thighs. Sliding to her inner thighs, he quickly shoved them wide. “Lean back for me.”
She smiled and leaned back against the wall planting her feet on the edge of the table presenting herself wide open for him. “What are you gonna do to me?”
“Right now I'm enjoying the view.” He smirked.
She traced her fingers down her body sliding over the pale skin of her inner thigh.  “Come on Jay, I'm kind of lonely over here! I'm gonna start pleasuring myself in a second.”
He stepped forward cupping her warm mound in his hand. “Is this what you want?”
“No.”
“No?” He looked up at her confused. “What do you want then?”
“I want your cock deep inside of me.” She smiled.
He stepped forward and she felt him slide the head of his cock against her slit. He leaned over her and drove himself to the hilt, crushing his lips against hers swallowing her scream. Giving her a second to adjust to him, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside her over and over again.
Alexandra rolled her hips meeting his thrusts. He slid his arms underneath her and pulled her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He shoved the table away and slammed her back against the wall, she heard pictures falling down and hitting the floor but she didn't care. He gripped her hips tight but she was unaware he was going to leave fingerprints there. They rocked back against the wall over and over and she grew more and more slick.
It seemed neither one could speak, could only moan and in her case cry out when he hit that sweet spot inside of her. Her hand came up behind him and started pulling his shirt over his head. He didn't even stop thrusting as she pulled it all the way off and threw it somewhere over his shoulder. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on for the ride he was giving her.
Alexandra's body pressed tight against his, rubbing her cloth covered full breasts against his bare chest. Jensen moaned out her name as she clamped down on his cock. She felt her body coil tight before it exploded with her cry.
She squeezed down on him harder as he lowered them to the floor. He drove deep into her, chasing his own release. Fisting the front of her shirt, he ripped it open sending buttons scattering everywhere before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.  The sucking pull of his mouth caused her to moan and she bucked up against him straining as he bit down on the hard little nub. Her muscles squeezed down on him again and he groaned. She felt him stiffen in pleasure before falling down on top of her.
Alexandra's breath was heaving as she stroked a loving hand through his hair. “Wow baby, have you been storing that up?”
Jensen let out a lazy chuckle before groaning and pushing himself up to his elbows. “Something like that.”
She turned her head, looking around the aftermath of their energetic reunion. “I'm glad we didn't end up in the glass over there.” She smiled.
He leaned down and softly kissed her neck. She followed his gaze and felt a laugh bubble up through her chest.
“Shit, it looks like a damn wrecking ball smashed through this place. Don't you ever clean?” He laughed.
She punched him in the side as he laughed harder. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet and carried her over to the couch.
“Don't want you to stand in the glass. I seem to still have my shoes on.” He responded looking down at his pants still around his ankles.
“Not my fault you didn't take them off before you tried to put me through the wall.” She pulled him down to her for one more kiss.
He slowly pulled his jeans back up and grabbed Alexandra's slippers. “Stay here and I'll clean up. Hope we didn't break anything important.
“I need another shirt. I'll be right back.” She smiled, gingerly stepping around the glass and running up the stairs in only her slippers.
Jensen looked around again once he grabbed the broom. They had destroyed the foyer. He laughed, and picked up a broken frame. In the photo, he stood behind a laughing Alexandra with his arms wrapped around her. Her head was tilted back against his chest, emerald eyes squinting with happiness.
Drifting back to that day, he remembered standing there, with Jared taking a picture to commemorate the Fourth of July. Alexandra had been wearing this yellow sundress that hung off her shoulders and he couldn't help but stare at her.
It was the first time he had told her he loved her. They sat in the middle of the Supernatural cast watching fireworks over the lake in Austin. He had leaned forward and softly whispered the words he had said to no one else before. It felt like they were in there own little world together, in the middle of a crowded lake side. She turned toward him, and with the exploding colors reflected in her tear filled eyes, she said, “I love you too.”
The memory drifted away as a feeling of melancholy took over. He couldn't understand, if she loved him, why did she keep pushing away the idea of a relationship. Lately, this seemed to be all he could think about. He shook his head and sat the picture on the foyer table, slightly annoyed this feeling ruined his joy at being home.
Jensen was just walking out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee when Alexandra was coming down the stairs completely dressed. He watched her smile falter before she walked up to him. “Baby, are you okay?” She asked reaching for his hand.
He inwardly cringed, he hated how well she could read him. “I'm alright. I'm just tired from the last few weeks.”
Alexandra's eyes narrowed, “Jensen, I know you are, but this isn't being tired. What's wrong?”
“Alex, I can't do this right now. Let's just enjoy the few days we can spend together.” He replied quietly.
Her eyes shifted away and he was pretty sure she knew what was going on inside him. He prayed she would just let it go for now. If they got into the relationship problems, this whole weekend would be ruined. This always ended in a disagreement.
He watched her struggle with the decision to say anything, before letting out a sigh. “Alright, we can chat about this later. Welcome home. Shall we watch a movie?”
Feeling relived, he reached out a hand for hers. “Sure, go ahead and grab one.”
“I can choose?” She smiled.
“Yeah sure...just nothing too chick flick.” He grinned.
They sat on the couch with her leaning back against him between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. His body started to relax when her hands came up to cover his.
“Will you get mad if I end up falling asleep?” He murmured in her ear.
“Nope, I'm sure you have had a long night getting here.” She snuggled back against him. “I'm just happy to feel your arms around me. I've missed having you here.”
“Baby, I hate being gone so much.” He gently laid his chin on her shoulder. “Wish we lived closer.”
Her hand slid up into his hair, nails gently scratching against his scalp. “I know you hate being gone. I hate it too. Seeing you through a screen or hearing you on the phone makes me miss you more.”
“Alex...” Jensen trailed off, knowing he couldn't say what was really on his mind. “I love you more and more every day.”
“I love you too, you know that, right?” She responded.
“I know you do.” He took a deep breath, “You know, we're missing the movie.” He answered trying to shift the focus away from the relationship talk.
Alexandra felt Jensen relax into sleep and took a deep breath. She knew what was going on with him. She had been feeling it too lately. Every time they were together there was a ghost in the room. Something that was in Jensen's mind that he was afraid to talk about.
She knew he wanted more from their relationship and she just wasn't ready. Every time she fully gave her heart and soul to someone it always ended with her getting her heart broke. She just couldn't trust him enough to give him what he wanted.
It killed her to know what she was doing to him. She was always truthful with him, she loved him beyond measure but just couldn't go that final step. One day it was gonna become more of a problem then they could solve.
Jensen's eyes opened slowly when he felt something settle over the top of him. Alexandra was watching down over him with part of a blanket in her hands, softly smiling. “I'm sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up. Just didn't want you to get cold.”
Jensen reached his hand out to her and she sat on the edge of the couch cushion. “Why aren't you keeping me warm?” He asked in a raspy sleepy voice.
“I was going to get the porch in order. I haven't hung the swing or put the flowers out yet.”
“Lay around with me today. I will hang it a little later.” He slid against the back of the couch and gently pulled her down against him. Before she could attempt to get back up, he had her covered with the throw blanket and had his arms wrapped around her. “Just want to feel you against me. I hate always being away from you.”
Alexandra snuggled up against him. “You expect me to lay here all day? I won't get anything done.”
“Oh well, we can try again tomorrow.” He sleepily smirked.
“Okay, you win this round.” She giggled as her fingers traced over his hand on her hip.
“How has the office been going?” He asked.
“We've been toying with the idea of a new line of perfumes and colognes. But mom and dad say they aren't quite there yet. Scents are a little off.”
Jensen shifted forward and softly inhaled the scent of gardenias that he now associated with her. He was glad that Alexandra's family, who were in the cosmetics field, made the scent specifically for her. No one smelled quite like his Alex, it was a scent that excited and comforted him. She thought she was being sneaky wearing it when he was home, but he knew she wore it around the house just for him.
“Are they anything like this? He asked nuzzling his nose against the shell of her ear.
He heard her quick intake of breath as a soft hum came from her throat. “No, nothing like this. I think it's a spicy scent. I'm not sure I like it too much. Kind of hoping they don't push that one forward.” She sighed as he softly kissed a line down the back of her neck. “Jay, this isn't laying around.” She breathed out.
“How is it not? We're laying down, aren't we?” He grinned against her skin.
“Your distracting me....” She replied turning over.
“And that's bad, how?” He asked softly kissing her lips.
“I have something for you. I'll be right back.” He smiled as she stroked his face.
“I have something for you too and it's right here.” He smirked.
Alexandra laughed and smacked his shoulder. “I'm sure you do. I'm sure I can already feel it.”
“You know me so well.”
Jensen lazily watched Alexandra run toward the dining room and come back with something in an elaborately wrapped box. It was square and black with a white bow on top.
“You seriously got me something?” He asked sitting up.
“Well, yeah. What did you think I was saying to you?” She shook her head.
“Well I was hoping it was maybe a French Maid outfit, or maybe a sexy cop.” He grinned.
“All you can think about is sex! I'm beginning to feel like your sex toy.”
“Now wait a minute! Who was the one blowing my phone up all day yesterday with sex pics?” He tried looking insulted but couldn't quite manage to hide the smile that turned his lips up.
“Those were an artistic expression. And it's not my fault that I thought you looked fucking hot in them. You should never have allowed me to take those pics.” She grinned.
“I doubt you sent them to me so I could look at my naked body. All I saw was you in some very compromising positions.”
“And you better delete them from your phone too. All I need is for someone to hack your phone and the pics go viral.”
“Oh no, I'm keeping them and I might just show Jared a few of them.” He loved shocking her.
“You wouldn't dare!” She stated with wide eyes.
“What if I already have?” He asked smirking.
“I know you haven't. Jared would have called me as soon as you were away from him. He can't keep that shit to himself. I'm sure he would have teased me mercilessly.”
“Yeah you're right.” Jensen agreed. “Now, I want my gift!” He reached his arms out to her.
“I'm not sure you deserve a gift after this bratty behavior.” Alexandra replied holding it out of his reach.
Jensen stuck his bottom lip out and batted his eyes at her. “Please!”
“Okay, all that shit may work on the 'Jensen girls' but it doesn't get you anywhere with me.”
“The 'Jensen girls'?” he asked completely baffled.
He watched Alexandra break out into a fit of laughter. “Yeah those girls that think Jensen Ackles hung the moon! He is so perfect! If only they knew you like I do...”
“What are you talking about? I am perfect... every inch of me.” He laughed
“And we are back to sex again....”
Alexandra sat down next to Jensen and handed him the box, before pinching his cheek. “Just because you are so cute and I've missed this face, I'll give in this time.”
He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. “I've missed your face too.”
Her hands came up to frame his face as her thumbs rubbed over his cheekbones. “What is it about you that hooked me from that first meeting?” She asked searching his face.
Feeling concerned at this turn in the conversation he knew he had to tread carefully. “I don't know, I was wondering about that on the ride home about you. I've decided that I don't want to know what it is. I'm just thankful it did.”
“I'm thankful too. I've never met anyone like you. But, you need to open that box.” She pulled back and gestured to the box he was almost dropping on the floor.
He sat back on the couch and slowly opened the lid to find a thin, square dark green glass bottle. He lifted it out of the box and realized there was liquid in it. “Alex what is this?”
She reached over and took the bottle from him. “Just smell this.” She pushed down the top and the air filled with a woodsy clean scent.
“Wow, I like that. But I hope you aren't trying to replace your scent.”
“This isn't mine. It's yours. I've been working on it for about a year. Ever since I met you for the first time.”
She turned the bottle over and there in a white bold script was the word Jagar. “Alex you made me cologne?”
“Yeah. And it's up to you if we market it or you keep for your own. I never know what to get you, that you can't get yourself. I tried to give it a scent that would make me think of you.” She smiled with her eyes beginning to tear up.
Jensen quickly spritzed a little on his wrists and held one out for her to smell. “How does this smell?”
“Like curling up with you on a wooded porch while it was raining.” Her eyes filled a little more.
“If you like it so much, why are you crying?” He asked pulling her in for a hug.
“I truly don't know. This sounds so stupid.”
“What does?”
She rolled her eyes as a single tear ran down her face. “Sometimes when I'm with you, I just get overwhelmed with how much I feel for you. It just doesn't seem like it should be like this.” She answered as she looked away.
“It annoys you that you love me?” He asked reaching up and gently turning her face back toward him.
“No, of course not baby.” She responded as she cupped his cheek.
She continued, “You know I'm not big on the rom-com cliches. And the only thing I can think to describe how I feel about you, it's every one of those damn lines.”
“Well you know those lines came from somewhere first. There's a reason they are used in those damn movies.” He answered pulling her close to his side. “Just know that you are not alone with those feelings. I'm trying not to overwhelm you with the things I feel and think about us. But, Alexandra, I have never loved anyone like I do you. I think we could have a future together.” He pushed forward so she couldn't respond, “I'm not rushing you or even suggesting anything. I'm just stating how I feel. Please don't think I'm trying to start an argument. I know how you feel about the future stuff.”
He couldn't believe that she had actually started this conversation, but it was too far in to stop now. He just prayed it would end peacefully. He didn't want the next few days screwed up.
She turned to face him, playing with his fingers that were gently laying on her leg. “Jensen, I truly don't know how I feel about the future. I guess I'm not as opposed to it as I was before, but...”
“You're still scared.” He finished.
“Aren't you?”
“Alex, the future is never sure. Yes, something bad could happen and we both could get hurt. But something wonderful could happen and we could both be happy.” He answered feeling his heart pound heavier. She was finally coming around to his side of the argument. They still weren't on the same page, but, it wasn't a flat out no anymore.
“Let's not think about this for now. We only have a few days and I want to be as close to you as I can this weekend. I want your full attention and I don't want your mind to be elsewhere.” He answered staring down into her glassy eyes.
She giggled and he felt himself start to relax. “Okay we will shelve this for now. But, do you really like the way the cologne smells?”
“Yeah, I do. It means a lot that you worked so hard on this. Part of me wants to keep it all to myself.”
“Well you do have the right to do that. I told you, Mom and Dad have left it up to you about marketing it. And Jager is just a tentative name. I thought maybe you might have a better one.” Alexandra smiled.
“What does it mean?” He asked rubbing his thumb over the raised letters.
“It means hunter in German. I thought because of your heritage, and and your character's job, it fit. But honestly Jay, you can have it named anything you like.”
Jensen was taken aback. Not only had she been working on this for almost a year, she had thought long and hard to make the name meaningful to him. This was probably the most thoughtful gift he had been given in a long time.
“I can't think of a better one. Baby, thank you.”
Jensen opened his eyes to find Alexandra curled against his side as the sun was began to rise. Her even breathing was as calming as the birds chirping outside. He could feel the last of his exhaustion fade away as her warm body snuggled closer.
He missed her so much when he was gone. It always felt like a part of him was missing when he was away. After the conversation they had last night, they may not be apart very much longer. He just had to wait her out, hopefully she would come to the decision on her own.
Alexandra's leg slid over his as she curled closer to him. He let out a contented breath as his fingertips traveled over her knee and up her bare thigh. He debated on waking her up or just watching her sleep. He watched his fingertips creep higher over her warm smooth skin before feeling her watching him.
“Are you having fun?” She asked sleepily, sliding her hand over his.
“Actually I'm just enjoying a lazy morning in bed with you. Didn't really mean to wake you though.” He smiled, turning more on his side.
“You didn't wake me, not really. I'm still in work mode. Not used to having lazy mornings.”
Jensen slowly pulled her closer sliding her leg over his hip. He watched Alexandra smirk before shifting her leg to wrap around his waist.
“What are your plans this morning?” Jensen chuckled, and rubbed his calloused hand up her thigh pulling her tighter against him.
“Jay,” She bit her lip watching him.
He could feel her soft grinding against him. She was beginning to drive him crazy. He could feel the heat spreading through his blood.
“Hey, slow down, not yet.” He whispered, kissing her cheek.
“Why not? I can feel how ready you are for me.”
“Want to take my time.”
“You mean you want to tease me.” She leaned closer rubbing her lips over his neck.
“Teasing you sounds like a good idea. I can't think of a better way to spend the morning.”
Jensen rolled them both over and leaned down over her. He felt her wrap her other leg around his waist pulling him down closer.
“Come on Jay.” She breathed against his neck.
He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, “Come on, what?”
“Hurry up, want to feel you inside me.”
“You're gonna have to wait for that...” He chuckled. “So, for now, shut up and enjoy.” He stated, leaning forward and tracing her bottom lip with his tongue.
Jensen reached back and untangled Alexandra's legs from his waist, laughing at her protests.
By early afternoon, they were cleaning the wrap around porch. She had talked Jensen into hanging the swing and a couple of ferns she had picked up in town. The peaceful sounds of the country chirped and twittered around them.
By the time the last fern was hung, Jensen turned to watch Alexandra digging in the flower beds to plant the petunias she had dragged out of the shed. He'd bet she had no clue how beautiful she looked, with the bandanna holding the stray hairs away from her face that was currently smudged with potting soil. The same hands that had clung and clawed at him when they were making love were gently placing flowers in the ground. He laughed at how sappy his thoughts were getting.
“What are you laughing about Ackles?” Alexandra stood, looking up at him.
He walked over and dusted his fingers over her cheek. “You look like you've been playing in the mud.” He smiled.
“Yeah, that's cuz I've planted 4 flower beds while you've been playing on the porch.” She batted his hand away from her face.
“Well how about you take a shower and I'll start dinner. I want to get my hands on that grill.” He smirked when she glared at him.
“I think you enjoy the thought of having your hands on that damn grill, more than me.”
Jensen stepped down off the porch and pulled her in front of him. “Really? That's what you think?” He smiled.
“Yeah that's what I think.” She stated rubbing her dirty hands all over his cheeks before running around him and through the front door.
“Damnit Alex, you're gonna pay for that!” He yelled running after her.
The sound of Alexandra's feet pounded up the stairs as she made her getaway, with Jensen just a few feet behind. He finally caught up to her at the bedroom door, snagging her around the waist, pulling her flush against his body.
“Come here!” He demanded trying not to laugh.
“Something wrong Jay?” He watched her lift a brow as her mischievous smirk crossed her lips.
“Was the dirt necessary?”
“Well yeah, you tend to get dirty when you're planting flowers.” She smiled.
“Smart Ass! Now you're gonna pay.” He responded.
Alex let out a squeal of laughter as he picked her up and carried her through the bedroom door. He felt her squirm to get away as he walked her into the adjoining bathroom.
“Jensen Ackles, don't you dare!” She yelled as he pushed her into the shower and turned it on cold.
Before he could get away, she shot of the shower and pushed him against the wall. She pressed against him tighter, her wet body shivered against the cold.
“You're an asshole.” She chattered, dripping mud all over him and the floor.
“I told you, you were gonna pay.”
A small part of him felt bad so he grabbed a towel to wrap around her. He heard her sigh when he pulled her back into his arms.
“Well now we're both wet and dirty.” He stated looking down at his white t-shirt and blue jeans smeared with mud. “Guess we both need a shower.”
Alex laid her head on Jensen's shoulder and snuggled closer to him. “Only if you promise, no more cold water.”
“You have a deal, but only if you keep your hands to yourself.” He answered as he wiped her hair away from her face.
“I thought the only reason you loved me was because I never kept my hands to myself.” She smirked.
“That's one of the many reasons I love you.” He stated, pulling the towel from her.
Jensen had finished helping Alexandra clean the dinner dishes just in time for his cell phone to ring. When he glanced at the screen, he smiled to see his mom's name.
“Hey Mom.” He answered putting down the drying towel.
“Hey. How has your mini vacation been going?” She asked as he walked toward the back door.
“It's been well needed. Work's been killing me lately. Alex has been great. How have you and dad been?”
“We're good. But when are you gonna bring that girl over to meet us? Your father and I were just talking about that today. Haven't you been dating her long enough to quit hiding your family from her. I promise you, I'll make your father behave.”
“You'll make Dad behave? I think Dad would have to make you behave. Honestly, I just don't think we are at the parent meeting stage of our relationship. There needs to be a bit more time.”
“Jens, you're not fooling me. What's going on?”
“Nothing Mom. Everything is fine. We're just taking things slow.”
“Are you sure that's all it is?”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“Okay fine. You're still not fooling me but I'll let it go for now. I just wanted to check on you. If you don't call me, I'll call again in a few days to check on you again.”
“Okay Mom, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Jensen turned back around to find Alexandra watching him.
“Was that your mom?”
“Yeah. She says hi. Dad and mom want to meet you. I hear about it all the time when they call.”
“Jay, I... um.. Not ready.”
“I know Alex. I told them that we're not at that stage yet.”
He noticed how uncomfortable she was becoming and tried to smooth out the conversation.
“Alex, I'm not trying to pressure you. I know you're not ready.”
“I feel like I'm disappointing them and you. I just can't.” She responded with tears in her eyes.
“Hey, come here.”
Jensen pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tight. “Baby, you could never disappoint me. I know you aren't comfortable with that stuff. I'm not pushing.”
“Just don't want you to hate me.” She wiped at her tears as she pulled away from him.
“I need some air.” She stated, walking out to the back porch.
Jensen watched her leave regretting even bringing it up.
Alexandra walked down the steps and made her way to the lake. She sat on the dock dragging her feet in the water. No matter what Jensen said, she knew she was letting him down. But she just couldn't do it. She couldn't give him a real relationship let alone meet his parents.
The look in his eyes when she freaked out told her all she needed to know. What they had wasn't ever going to be good enough for him. What she wanted wasn't gonna be enough for him.
She thought back to the first time she realized she was in love with Jensen. They had been dating for 4 months when she woke up one morning with the flu. Her whole body hurt, she couldn't keep food down and she had one hell of a migraine.
Around 5 at their nightly check in, the phone rang.
“Hey.” She answered
“Hey Baby, What's wrong?”
“I feel like shit. Think I have the flu.”
“Aww my poor Baby. Do you need anything?”
“You're across the country in Dallas. How are you gonna get me anything.”
“I'm sorry you don't feel good. Are you still in New York?”
“Yeah, still staying at the 4 seasons. Guess I'm not gonna make my meeting tomorrow.”
“Have you had anything to eat?”
“No, I'm having trouble keeping water down.”
“Well I'm gonna let you get back asleep.”
She curled back into a ball and groaned. Which is where she woke when there was a knock on the door. Daylight was shining bright through the windows and she glanced at the clock as there was another knock. Who could be knocking on her door at 9am?
She grabbed a robe and shuffled her way to the door. She looked through the peep hole to see Jensen standing there with a bag in hand. She quickly opened the door.
“Jay, what are you doing here.” She backed up and let him in.
“Nothing is worse than being away from home and being sick. I just wanted to check on you.” He shut the door.
“You flew across country just to check on me?”
“Yeah. I didn't want you to be homesick and alone. Plus, I found this little bistro up the street and conned them into making soup for me.”
“Let me guess you used the Jensen Ackles charm on them?”
Jensen grinned, “Maybe. I signed a few autographs and took some pictures.”
“I can't believe you came all the way across the country to check on me and bring me soup.”
“You sounded like you needed me here.” He stroked her cheek.
“I'm glad you're here but you were spending time with your family.”
“They understood when I told them you needed me here.”
“I'd kiss you but I don't want you sick. Which reminds me, what are you thinking? You're gonna get sick here with me.”
“It doesn't matter. So do you wanna try to eat or take a nap?”
“I've been sleeping since I got off the phone with you. But I'm still not up to eating. Maybe some juice from room service.”
“Go lay back down and I'll call down for some.”
Jensen spent the next few days helping Alexandra back to health. Luckily for him, he didn't get sick too.
Alexandra drug her feet through the water softly smiling at the memory. But how exactly was she going to make up with him now? She decided maybe the morning would bring more answers.
Jensen was sitting on the couch watching tv. He heard the back porch door open and shut. Her footsteps went up the stairs.
Time always seemed to level her back out. He just had to not bring it up again. But it was getting harder to keep his feelings bottled up. It wasn't fair that she always shut him down when talked about his feelings. Time was coming that he wasn't gonna be able to keep his mouth shut anymore. He was afraid that time was coming soon.
Jensen opened his eyes the next morning to find Alexandra wrapped around him. Normally he would be happy to have her there, but it just reminded him of what happened last night. It was beginning to feel like their life together was a lie. What was he doing there anyway. He was beginning to feel like a long term booty call.
He disentangled himself from her and went downstairs. He made his way to the coffee pot. While the coffee brewed he stood at the sink and stared out the window. He knew this was gonna happen. It was gonna get brought up and everything was gonna implode.
Jensen scraped his hands over his morning scruff and poured himself a cup of coffee. He just had to keep busy or he knew a fight was gonna come. He wasn't sure he could act like nothing was wrong, not anymore. Knowing she didn't feel the same, it killed him.
Before he had a chance to leave the kitchen Alexandra came bouncing in and poured a cup of coffee. She leaned over to give him a kiss and Jensen couldn't help but stiffen up. He watched the confusion cross her face before she cocked her head to look at him.
“Jay, what's wrong?” She brought her hand up to his cheek.
“It's just not a good day Alex.”
“Don't give me that. What's wrong?”
“You don't wanna know.” She lowered her hand slowly.
“Yeah, I do. Jensen, are you mad at me?”
“I'm not mad, I've just realized something. You're never gonna love me like I love you. The future I want, you'll never give me.”
“What are you talking about? You know I love you.”
“Then talk to me about our future.”
“Jensen...” She paused.
“See, right there. That's what I mean. You can't. I'm tired of this song and dance Alexandra. I want a future of , meeting each other's families, moving in together and maybe more. What I can't handle is the “I'm not good in relationships” crap. We've been in one for over a year. Unless you know something I don't.”
“Jensen, there hasn't been anyone else but you. But I can't believe you're bringing this up now.”
“Either can I. We either fix this or I'm done Alex. I can't keep living in the in-between. I love you, but I think we're done.'
“Jensen, don't do this, please.”
“I'm sorry Alex. This is an either or situation. You either love me enough or you don't.”
“So, I fall in line or we're done? That's it? What happened to my thoughts and feelings?”
“I've been living with your thoughts and feelings for over a year. I keep my mouth shut so we don't argue but it's still there in the back of my mind. I'm always so afraid I'm going to lose you because how I feel.”
He watched the tears fall down her face and felt his heart shatter. To know he was the cause of her pain was killing him. He just couldn't do this anymore. They had reached the end.
Jensen blinked away tears and shook his head. “Alex, I love you, but I can't do this anymore.” He walked back upstairs and grabbed his phone.
“Hey Ronnie. I'm gonna be needing a ride to the airport.”
“Sure thing boss. I'll be there in 10 minutes.”
Jensen sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. He couldn't believe he just told Alexandra they were done. He scrubbed his hands over his face wiping away tears before they fell.
He packed his things just in time for his phone to ring. “Jensen I'm here.”
He walked down the stairs and Alexandra stood at the bottom. Her face and eyes were red with tears. “Please don't go.”
“I'm sorry. If I stay, nothing changes. Take care of yourself.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door.
The front door closed and Alexandra dropped to the floor in tears. She just lost the best thing that had ever happened in her life. She heard the car drive away and buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
She must have cried herself to sleep because she woke up on the floor with a horrible headache. Her eyes were swelled and puffy. She didn't know what time it was.
She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before trudging upstairs to the bedroom. Once in there, she stopped dead in her tracks. Jensen's side of the bed was glaringly empty. The tears started falling again. She slowly sank down onto her side of the bed staring at the floor. She sat there for few minutes before she grabbed her phone and called her best friend.
“Alex, what's up? Jensen driving you nuts so soon?” Jared answered the phone.
“Jared, he left.” She couldn't help the tears in her voice.
“What do you mean?”
“We're done. He left me”
“Lexi, what happened?”
“I just couldn't do it.”
“You have to give me a little more hon.”
“He wanted a relationship. I just couldn't give it to him. I pushed him away.”
“Oh, Lexi.”
“It's all my fault. JT, what did I do?
“It can all be fixed. Lexi call him.”
“He doesn't want me anymore. I fucked up.”
“He told you that?”
“No but I can read between the lines. I either give him a relationship or we were done.” She cried,“I couldn't do it. What's wrong with me JT?”
“What do you mean, what's wrong with you?
“Why couldn't I give him what he wants? Why couldn't I trust him enough? It's not like I don't love him, I just couldn't give him everything.”
“Lexi, you can't push yourself into something you're not ready for, even if the one you're with wants you to.”
“It just hurts so much. I'm sittin here looking at his side of the bed and it's so empty. I feel so empty.”
“Just give it some time, things will get better.”
“That's a bunch of bullshit Jared. I don't think it's ever gonna get better.”
After dealing with a 5 hour wait at the airport and 7 hours on the plane, by the time he got to Vancouver and back to Clif he was exhausted. He just wanted to be alone.
Jensen figured Clif knew something was wrong because he didn't say a whole lot. He knew he should offer some type of conversation but it just wasn't in him.
When Jensen walked back into his apartment, he threw his bags in the bedroom and went straight for the liquor cabinet. He opened whiskey and drank straight from the bottle. It was looking like he was gonna get drunk and he was gonna pay for it in the morning but he didn't care.
He was right, he was gonna get drunk, and he stayed that way the rest of break. The last night, there was a knock on the door.
Jensen stumbled to the door and opened it. There stood Jared.
“Hey man.” Jared said walking into the apartment.
“Jared, now isn't a good time man.”
“I know, that's why I'm here.”
“Come on man, I'm not gonna talk about this.”
“Then let's watch the game and get drunk. Although it looks like you're ahead of me. Give me time to catch up.”
Jensen sat there and watched the game. He lasted all of an hour.
“What did she tell you?” Jensen asked Jared who was sitting at the other end of the couch.
“Why don't you tell me what happened?”
“There's not much to tell. I just got tired of being a booty call.”
“A booty call?”
“That's all she wants. She doesn't want a relationship. My mom called and mentioned she wanted to meet Alex. I told Alex and she flipped out on me. I'm just tired of it all.”
“Jay, I don't know what to say.”
“I wasted a year on her. And all she did was lead me on.” Jensen took another swig of whiskey. “Why did she lead me on?”
“Jensen, I'm not sure she did.”
“I know, you can't betray her confidence. You know you are willingly putting yourself in the middle of this.”
“I know I am, but I'm not gonna stay out of this if both of you are hurting.”
“I'm not hurting, I'm just pissed. I never should've ended up with her.”
“Jensen, stop. I know you're hurting.”
“Why did she bother with me? She knew what I wanted and she just kept leading me on.” He scrubbed his hands over his face wiping his eyes. “You know what, Fuck Her! I hope whatever she does, she's happy.”
Jensen took a huge drink, feeling the world spinning. The feeling was getting stronger. It wasn't long before the world went black.
The next morning came and Jensen was waking up in his bed. The sun hurt his eyes and his heartbeat was pounding in his head. He groaned and slowly sat up in bed holding his head. The days of being drunk were catching up with him.
It was then he noticed a noise coming from the living room. He slowly stood and walked that way to find Jared's long legs hanging off the edge of his couch. The way his neck was bent explained the horrible snoring that was permeating the whole apartment.
Jensen took one look at the empty bottle of whiskey laying on the floor and shivered. Looks like he won't be drinking for a while. He could still taste it on his tongue. Holding his head in his hand, he walked to the kitchen to make coffee. He felt like he was gonna need it.
When he came out of the kitchen Jared was sitting up on the couch yawning.
“Morning sunshine.” He replied.
“Yeah, morning.” Jensen answered sitting down in a chair.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. Why did you let me drink so much?”
“Hey, you were well on your way to being drunk when I showed up. You were dead set on getting drunk so I just let you go. Judging the amount of bottles in your trash, you've been drunk for days.”
“Yeah, It was just easier that way.”
“Jensen, it will get easier, just got to give it some time.”
“Oh give me a break. The whole time heals all crap.”
“It may be crap but it's true.”
“Whatever. It's over and done. Time to move on. Besides work starts back up tomorrow, I won't have time to think about this shit.”
The next few weeks were all pretty much the same. Jensen went to work, came home and went to bed. But what wasn't the same was the fact that he caught himself trying to call Alexandra like normal. He'd always stop himself before he tapped the last number. It had never occurred to him before how ingrained she was in his life. Now he had to work on getting her out of his life, and out of his mind. The weekends were the hardest. For the last year he had spent most of the time on the phone with her.
Truth be told, God he missed her. He missed the way she used to watch him before leaning in to kiss him, or the way she would curl against him at night. He missed the way she felt in his arms and the sounds she would make when they made love.
As mad as he was, he just couldn't make himself hate her. It was hard enough to stay mad at her. But after everything he had been fooling himself into believing she was there for anything but the sex. How could he have been so stupid to fall for it?
Alexandra flew home and threw herself back into work. Even though she had comp time, she spoke to her parents and got it pushed back until a later date. She worked from sun up to sun down every day, including weekends, but nothing helped. She kept expecting calls from Jensen that never came. As time went on she missed him more and more.
Jared would call her every few days to check up on her and as tempting as it was, she just couldn't bring herself to ask about Jensen. She knew Jared was purposefully keeping him out of conversation and she appreciated it. But it was getting to the point she didn't want to answer the phone when Jared called because it was a last link to Jensen.
Convention weekend was upon them once again. It was another marathon event for them to run. Jared met Jensen at the SUV for the ride to the airport.
“Ready for another weekend?” Jared smiled.
“Actually I am. I need the distraction. I'm gonna have fun whether I want to or not.”
When they boarded the plane Jensen sat down and stared out the window. He couldn't help but think about this convention, one year ago this was when he first met Alexandra. Nothing over these past few weeks had helped him get over her. He still tortured himself looking back at those pictures she had sent him on set.
Jared tried to engage Jensen in conversation but he just couldn't bring himself to talk. The one year anniversary was something he couldn't get past. He just hoped he could fake cheerfulness during the panels.
Thankfully he was an actor, he was able to fake his way through the meet and greets. The panels were easier because Jared was there to do most of the talking. By the end of the weekend, Jensen was exhausted.
When they said goodbye to the fans, they both made their way up to their floors. The feeling of melancholy was returning with a vengeance. Now that their obligation was over, there was no need to keep with the fake happiness. Not that he was normally fake around fans but this time he just couldn't give them authenticity.  
He went back to his hotel room and dropped down on the bed. He pulled his phone out and started to dial Alexandra's number. His finger hovered over the send button. But he threw his phone on the bed before scraping his hands over his face. He had hoped he would somehow see her there. Part of him was relieved she hadn't showed up.
The thought had no more than left his mind when someone knocked on his door. He thought it was Jared trying to get him to go out to dinner. But he wasn't in the mood.
He opened the door and there stood Alexandra. Jensen felt his heart drop in his chest.
“Alex, what are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.”
“We said all we need to say.”
“No, you said all you needed to say.”
“What else is there?” He asked watching her.
“Jensen, just let me in. I don't think you wanna do this in the hallway.”
“Fine, you've got 5 minutes.”
Jensen stepped away from the door to let Alexandra in. She came into the room and stood just a few feet inside the door. He could see she was shaking and wanted to scoop her into his arms. But he knew he couldn't touch her or he'd never walk away from her again. As it was, he was losing the fight against being angry with her.
“Jensen, I thought of all the things I could say to you. I even had a speech outlined in my head. Now standing here looking at you, it's all gone.”
“Well you better figure out something to say, or your 5 minutes will be wasted. I'm sure you didn't come here to stare at me.”
He knew he was sounding like a dick but he couldn't stop himself. He had to keep her at arms length. He watched her bottom lip quiver and felt like shit. Even he couldn't be this mean. She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek.
“I don't know what's wrong with me. This is what I do. I find someone who is a great person and I just ruin it. I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”
“Alex, I know you're sorry. What more is there to say?”
“Jensen, I still love you.”
“Don't start that. This has nothing to do with love.”
“It has everything to do with love. I want what we had back.”
“There's no way. Look, I know I said I'd give you 5 minutes but all we are doing is rehashing everything that's already been said.”
“How can you act so cold toward me? You don't feel the same, do you?”
“Don't ask me that. Nothing either one of us does will be able to fix this. It's time we move on.”
Alexandra dropped her head in her hands crying. Jensen felt like an asshole. In trying to protect himself, he made her cry. It was taking everything in him to stay on the other side of the room from her.
“Alex, stop crying, please, just stop.”
She wiped her eyes trying to keep more tears from falling. “You said I never loved you like you loved me and now look at you. It didn't take long for you to get over me.”
“What am I supposed to do? Alex, we broke up.”
“I've been punishing myself about this for weeks. About how I hurt you and for not loving you enough. But you're right, it's time to move on. If you loved me that much you would still be hurting like me. This was a wasted trip.”
Alexandra turned away and Jensen took a few strides to the door slamming his hand on the door to keep it closed. Startled, she turned around to look at him. Her back was against the door and she was looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Jensen..”
“Don't ever doubt that I love you. I just can't be a booty call anymore.”
“What the hell are you talking about. You were never a booty call.”
“Then what do you call it. We weren't in a relationship but we sure spent a lot of time in the bedroom though.”
“You seriously think that's all I wanted? Jensen I wanted you. I still want you.”
“We can't work, not like that.”
Alexandra framed his face in her hands. “I want you to listen to me. I love you and I want you in my life.”
“There's only one way that would happen.” She dropped her hands.
“Jensen, I want you as my boyfriend. I want a relationship.”
“Don't just tell me what I want to hear.”
“I'm not. I've had time to think it over and I've realized that I'm so much better with you. I want you in my life. But if you don't feel the same way anymore, then I guess I should leave.”
“I never said I didn't feel the same way. But you can't just tell me what I want to hear. I'm not falling back into that again.”
“Do you still love me?”
“Alex... I...”
“Tell me the truth. Do you?”
“I've never stopped. I miss you everyday.”
I miss you too. I want us back.”
“I don't know.”
“I have to be honest though. I want a relationship with you but there are still somethings I am still leery of.”
“Such as?”
“I don't mind 'boyfriend' or 'significant other' or any other label you want to put on it. But I'm still not ready for parents yet.”
“What about being together in public?”
“We can be together in public. I'm so sorry I've hurt you with my indecision.”
“Stop telling me you're sorry. I know you are. But I don't know if we can do this.”
“You still love me, I love you. What is there to figure out?”
“So, a relationship, huh?”
“Yeah, a relationship. I'm going all in. What about you?”
“I hope we don't regret this, but I'm all in too.”
He leaned down softly kissing her. Pressing her against the door he deepened the kiss. His tongue licked along the seam of her lips and she opened for him. His hands slid down along her hips and around to her ass. His fingers dug in and he lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Jensen, wait.”
“What?”
She patted him on the chest. “Weren't you the one who just said you weren't gonna be a booty call? What are we doing here?”
“This? We're making up. And not to mention I have this big comfy bed that's just begging to be used.” He grinned.
“Fine, then take your girlfriend to bed.”
“I like the sound of that.” He kissed her again.
She laughed as he spun around and walked across the room.
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The Meeting
FANFICTION BY: ''You know who you are ; ))'' AU: #actorAU PAIRING: MIKHAIL x ARCHER (aka HS!AU Adult Emilio's actor and HS!AU Adult Abel's actor)
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((A/N: I ended up writing this before the one I initially thought to do, I swear this is much tamer than the other 😂 Sorry to disappoint, no spicy scenes, maybe next time XD Thank you Eszii for your spicy art, I just about burst into flames from it 💞
It’s this ship again, Mikhail x Archer, bc I am currently in love with them. I don’t think I’ll get over them for a while. I wanna write about them going through classic shoujo tropes, like, idk, beach episode? xmas episode? kabedon? ‘A got sick so B took care of A’? Gimme ideas y'all. I wanna keep writing while I have the motivation to do so, since I’ve had a dry spell for a year now 😂
One thing to note before getting started, Idk how to phrase it, but basically this fic is not in chronological order–but also yes bc it’s in the order i wrote it–I hope it’s not too confusing. Aight happy reading!))
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Mikhail loves leaving butterfly kisses and hickeys all over Archer’s soft and fair body. He has his favorite areas, which are evident from how many and how deep they are, so Archer can’t even look at his reflection without blushing. Mikhail likes the sight of his lover covered in marks he made, knowing it was he who made them. While he does want to make it known that Archer is his, he doesn’t cause trouble by leaving marks on areas impossible to cover. On days when Archer isn’t busy, Mikhail is given free reign to kiss wherever he wished. He doesn’t want Archer getting hurt, so he rarely makes blatant bite marks, and the only times he did that was because Archer was being naughty and had to be taught a 'lesson’. (Although Archer didn’t seem very hurt by them, and instead….)
Archer, on the other hand, likes biting Mikhail’s hard body. He bites, he scratches, he licks. He did it the first time because he was being pouty and petty–it’s tough being the receiver ya know? And Mikhail just lets him because he’s cute and it’s kinda hot to feel his fangs sinking in like that. But then Archer got used to doing it and eventually did it because Archer noticed that Mikhail seemed to like being bitten (by none other than him, of course). He once caught Mikhail looking at his body on the mirror with a happy little tug on the corner of his lips, looking very much like a content Big Bad Wolf. Archer could almost see an imaginary tail wagging. He loves Mikhail’s body for all its glory and imperfections, even if the man himself didn’t, so leaving those marks on him was one of Archer’s many ways to show affection.
So one day when Mikhail shows up to work without bothering to cover up (it wasn’t noticeable anyway, his dark skin, tattoos and intimidating aura was enough for people not to look long enough to notice anything), Logan, who was beside Mikhail getting prepared for a scene, saw a small portion of scratch marks on his chest, the rest hidden by the v-neck shirt Mikhail wore.
And before he could stop his mouth, Logan found himself asking, “You have a cat, Mikhail?” Yuki, who was in the room with them too, looked up from reading his script upon hearing the brave attempt of Logan to converse with Mikhail. He didn’t join them, but he sat there, just listening in on their conversation. He didn’t have the guts that Logan had, but he was still interested to see how their conversation would go.
Mikhail looked at him–it was an ordinary glance but Logan still almost flinched. “Oh?”
'It was a gentler reply than I expected,’ Yuki thought. 'He is in a good mood?’
Logan seemed to think that as well, so he carried on the conversation. “Since when did you have it? Did you get it vaccinated yet? Some cats are just really playful, they don’t mean to be naughty, so it’s better to be patient and discipline them when–”
“Why do you think I have a cat?” Mikhail interrupted.
“Hm? Ah, I saw the scratch on your chest. What does your cat look like, by the way?”
Mikhail thought about it before he answered. “Pretty, soft, round, and pure white, got some claws, but never intends to hurt me. It’s cute.”
“And the eyes?” Logan eagerly asked.
“Hypnotic.” Mikhail unconsciously smiled, though Logan didn’t seem to notice, too happy to talk to the man in a pleasant manner. “Makes the cutest sounds too.”
But Yuki did.
“You must really love your cat huh?” Logan, as well as the silent Yuki, was surprised to know that Mikhail had a soft side. Well, not so surprised. He’s only ever truly obedient to Archer, whether the two of them noticed it or not.
Mikhail thought back to the man resting at home. Archer’s next scene was scheduled for tomorrow, so he had enough time to recover the energy he lost.
Mikhail played with his 'cat’ a bit too much last night. His clothes hid the many marks all over his chest and back made by his oh so cute little cat who grew resentful of Mikhail’s stamina, yet still unable to withstand mewling to his irresistible charm.
With a mischievous smile, Mikhail said, “I do.”
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Bonus:
After the shoot, in the shower rooms.
Yuki’s reaction when he saw Mikhail’s back: やっぱりね~ [Yappari ne~] Not a ネコ [neko], but a こいびと [koibito]…. Well, maybe both.
((A/N: Fun fact, neko in Japanese slang can also mean the “bottom” in a relationship. The more you know~
Can you guys recommend some sexy songs? I need background music for when I write stuff like this lol))
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The first time Mikhail 'met’ Archer, it was on the radio. He was in his car, driving alone to a destination that no upright citizen should have any business with. He wasn’t in a good mood. Everything ticked him off–the traffic that he’d already passed, the voices on the radio who thought they were being funny, the sun blazing high up in the cloudless sky. He turned the radio off because it was annoying, but the goddamn silence left him with too much space to think. He needed a distraction. So he turned it back on and chose a random station.
“–by Archer Charles,” after the introduction, a pleasant-sounding voice thanked and began to sing live.
When Mikhail heard that voice, he sharply inhaled through his nose, his slightly dry lips parting.
Mikhail was not very good at describing. He could only say what he felt upon listening to Archer’s voice. Mikhail, who had been irate, was awestruck. He had never heard a voice so…. erotic. It’s not that the song itself was sexy or whatever, but there was something about that voice that made him….
'Ah.’
“Damn.” Mikhail cursed when he looked down to check his pants. “Almost.”
Mikhail heaved a deep breath to calm himself down.
'Charles Archer, was it?’
Ever since then, he became a fan of Archer. He kept this interest a secret from his colleagues; he didn’t want to hear their ribbing. He supported the singer the best he could and eventually, an opportunity arised for him to meet Archer at last.
He took a day off and even disguised himself to look as normal and harmless as possible for a man of his stature. Of course, he got his hands on a backstage pass. It wasn’t difficult to get for someone like him. He asked the staff if it was possible for him to meet the singer before the concert, because despite having taken a day off for today, Mikhail was concerned he would have to cut his holiday short. What if there was an emergency at work halfway through the concert? No, he’ll make use of this backstage pass, he would make sure he wouldn’t leave this place without meeting Archer.
At least, that’s what he thought before hearing his voice.
They were separated by the door he was about to open, but he could clearly hear an angel from behind this flimsy slab of wood. Mikhail knew from Archer’s instagram story yesterday that he was singing a song from an animated movie he just watched and he really loved it. Archer sung the song slowly, gently, as if lulling a child to sleep, and yet it did not lose its cheer.
“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you would marry me,
"No scorching sun nor freezing cold Will stop me on my journey If you will promise me your heart And love me for eternity,”
Oh. Oh. Mikhail covered his mouth with his hand, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. The staff were buzzing around in preparation for the concert, but all he could hear was Archer’s voice.
“I have no use for rings of gold I care not for your poetry I only want your hand to hold I only want you near me,”
His hands were trembling–from what, he wasn’t sure. It was as if he had no control over his body. He felt parched, but at the same time, while listening to Archer, he felt so good. The best ever, after all these years. Like he was floating, higher and higher, Archer leading him by the hands, and Mikhail did not feel a shred of fear of falling.
“To love and kiss to sweetly hold For the dancing and the dreaming Through all life’s sorrows and delights I’ll keep your laugh beside me,
"I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning I’d gladly ride the waves so white If you will marry me!”
The heart he thought that had gone cold was reminding Mikhail of its presence when he heard the loud beating, as if his heart were right next his ears. His body seemed to throb achingly along with every beat.
Mikhail was brought back to earth when he felt the vibrating of his phone. It was the right decision to use the backstage pass early. He had to go back now.
'Meeting Archer will have to be moved. Again.’ Mikhail thought, changing out of the disguise in his car.
He was pissed that his work disturbed his time with Archer. Mikhail knew that after today, it wouldn’t be enough for him to just listen to his voice from a recording. He was being greedy, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. After hearing his voice in real life, after almost seeing those mesmerizing scarlet eyes for himself, after being so close to meeting the reason he’s been sleeping well these past few months,
How could it be held against him to want more?
Mikhail had been mulling over this for a long time, but now he finally had the resolve to do so. He had enough power, he could do it.
Mikhail wanted to be with Archer.
But first, he had to go to Archer’s world.
—–
“I only want one person to play Abel.” Mikhail demanded.
The director raised an eyebrow, meeting Mikhail’s glare with a steady gaze. “I chose you because you’re a perfect fit for the role of Emilio, even though you’re a complete rookie.” Milo went back to looking at applicants for the role. “You’re in no place to make demands.” Milo retorted, disregarding the fact that Mikhail was the drama’s biggest sponsor. From the short time he’s known the man, he knew Mikhail wasn’t so unreasonable that he thought the world should bow to his whims because of money. However, he did have no qualms in using to his advantage the fear of people towards him due to the rumors of his ties to a gang.
“Archer. Archer Charles.” Mikhail took a drag of his cigarette, rudely blowing smoke to Milo’s direction, although they were on either ends of a long table so Milo didn’t mind.
Milo paused. The name that Mikhail said just so happened to be the one he was currently looking at. 'He looks…. good. A singer? Hmm.’ Archer was the one who had everything Milo was looking for in Abel. But he didn’t want to indulge that brat. He wouldn’t admit out loud that the one Mikhail recommended looked fit for the role.
“We’ll see in the auditions,” is what Milo finally said. “let them all act out a scene with you. The chosen actor for Abel should have good chemistry with Emilio’s actor.”
In contrast to what Milo predicted, Mikhail’s eyes gleamed, a slight smirk on his lips as he scoffed, “Chemistry? I’ll show you chemistry. Careful not to burn your pretty boy face,”
Milo smiled sweetly. “My my, how thoughtful of you.”
Mikhail held his cigarette in one hand, using the other to flip the director off. Milo mentally laughed at his juvenile response.
After three candidates, it was finally Archer’s turn. From the moment he entered the room, he brought with him a soothing aura and such a genuine smile that they couldn’t help but return the smile, easing the atmosphere in the room. From the corner of his eyes, Milo knew that Mikhail’s gaze never left the singer.
“You’re not being very subtle, you know?” Milo teased lowly.
“Mind your own damn business, pretty boy.” Mikhail would have snarled, but his eyes were still trained on the angelic singer in front of them, and he didn’t seem to be capable of showing a bad face in the presence of Abel. There was no way Archer couldn’t notice it, so Milo admired the way Archer didn’t seem to mind. That in itself already won him plus points; despite Mikhail’s unconcealed disinterest, the other candidates were still visibly nervous because of him. Regardless of what Archer thought of Mikhail, he didn’t outwardly show it.
Milo asked them to do two scenes–the first was a very short, simple scene compared to the others: Emilio coming home after two days and Abel comforting his touch-starved husband.
The scriptwriter was already losing her mind, soundlessly slapping the producer beside her. She spoke in a tone that was between a whisper and a squeal, “Oh my god, oh my god. They’re so perf I cannot even. They’re like, they’re like, so good together. Archer looks so soft and warm and white like rice, Mikhail is a mouth-watering dish, and together they make a complete meal!”
The second scene was not so innocent. To see how well they’d work together ad lib, they were not given any lines, just a scenario.
Abel in heat, in need of his alpha.
The judges watched, engrossed in the scene played out by the two. Archer’s wet, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, panting and whimpering as he stared up at Mikhail, wordlessly pleading to be held. Mikhail, rigid for all but three seconds, scooped him into his arms, his unveiled desire lacing his husky voice and the almost feral look in his eyes. “I got you, babe.”
Archer went limp in his embrace, letting his whole weight be carried by Mikhail, arms reaching up to hug his neck. He rubbed his cheek against Mikhail’s neck, bare skin on bare skin, and let the words breathily escape from his mouth: “Please, dear, please, hmmm….”
At this point, the scriptwriter couldn’t hold her shrieking anymore, and so the spell was broken; Archer moved five steps away from Mikhail, who looked terribly displeased at the disturbance. “You got it! Oh honey, you’re perfect!” She stood up from her seat and enthusiastically gushed about the chemistry between the two.
The producer tugged her sleeve and reminded, “We have yet to discuss it together, keep your crazy down.” It is notable though, that the producer did not refute her words.
“Fine, let’s talk about it now. What does director think?” she turned to ask Milo.
Milo didn’t reply to her. Instead, he looked at Archer with a welcoming smile. “We start shooting next month, please call your manager in and we’ll discuss in more detail.”
The moment the cameras were rolling–no, even if they were off, sparks would still fly, that much the judges could tell. They were so perfect for the roles, they even pulled off not being cringy or awkward despite being relatively new to the acting business. It was because they complemented each other, both as themselves and the characters they portray.
Granted, Mikhail played favorites and didn’t do his best with the others trying out for the role, but what he had with Archer…. was unique. Together they were like a flame. They made anyone watching them feel like moths unable to look away from the bright and warm light, and anyone who gets too close will burn. Milo knew he struck gold with these two.
Milo looked at the innocent Archer and the devilish Mikhail. 'Poor kid. He’s not letting you go.’ Milo mentally smiled mischievously. 'Oh well, this will be fun to watch.’
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Bonus:
Archer, alone in a room: w h y, he was so cool, I was so flustered I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I’m so lame aaaaaahhhhh
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“I love it when you sing for me,” Mikhail says, his fingers tracing random patterns on his wife’s chest. “Even better when I make you sing.”
Archer shot an amused glance at his fiance, catching the man’s wandering hand on his chest because it was starting to tickle and make him shiver, and he was not about to be led into another round. Archer is determined to stand his ground this time, not to be affected by Mikhail’s seduction. It was his own stubbornness really, because it was so frustrating that he was the only one who always got flustered and unraveled.
But he has yet to learn his lesson, since he naively asked, “What’s the difference?”
Mikhail softly nips at Archer’s exposed collarbone, and Archer all but melts into a puddle when his irritatingly charming husband-to-be whispers, Mikhail’s lips against the helix of his ear: “Let’s find out, hm?”
Archer thinks to himself, 'Whatever, it’s not like he’s bad at it.’ When Archer has these kinds of thoughts, he feels even more embarrassed, and takes it out on Mikhail, the bad influence, by biting whatever part of his body Archer can reach at the moment.
And years after, as Archer reads a book on the large sofa while Mikhail naps with his head on Archer’s thicc lap, he realizes something about his husband.
Mikhail had the power to make Archer’s knees tremble in the most delightful way. He could make Archer reach the limits of his vocal range as they exercised. He could crumble Archer with a single, rare smile–a genuine smile, not a teasing grin or a provocative smirk, not that they don’t make him feel butterflies all the same.
But Archer, it belatedly dawned on him who made Mikhail that way. Archer roused the fire in Mikhail, made it hungry for him, made it want him. Archer didn’t just see it–he heard it, he felt it. Everyday, Mikhail would kiss him. He was not shy to say 'I love you’ contrary to everyone else’s expectations; he would hug Archer’s waist, bury his head on the crook of Archer’s neck, and mutter, 'I missed you’ or 'Come home soon’ when either of them became bogged with a packed schedule. Archer didn’t even know if Mikhail was conscious that he makes puppy dog eyes when doing those gestures.
Archer makes Mikhail melt.
He was notorious in the industry for the rumors of his ties to the yakuza, and it didn’t help that he looked the part and always answered ambiguously when asked. There was no media coverage about their tying the knot, perhaps thanks to Mikhail’s interference, but the people in their industry know. Most, who have never seen or worked with them together, didn’t believe it would last. They had even been worried about Archer getting hurt.
Hurt? By this defenseless, naughty, loving man?
Archer’s nails dug into the skin of his hands and assured them that his husband was not that kind of man. He smiled, but deep inside he was angry. Angry at them, but also at himself. Because once upon a time, he was scared of Mikhail too. Scared of him because of the rumors, scared of him because of his daunting build, scared of how easily Mikhail could break him, scared of how, despite all that, Mikhail was still so attractive in his eyes.
But Mikhail was gentle. Yes he was teasing and lewd, but he was always so sweet, so caring. Mikhail would cup his hands on Archer’s cheeks, staring in entertainment at how he made him blush, then kiss his pouting lips several times. And then, Mikhail would smile. His eyes curved, whatever harshness on his face melted away.
Archer still remembers the day he said yes.
Mikhail had never looked as nervous, then dumbfounded, then jubilant in a span of a minute. Mikhail grabbed him into a hug and spun him around, bursting with an unrestrained, happy laugh. If others saw Mikhail then, they would probably be weirded out and think he’s on some sort of drugs. He was never so positively expressive outside of acting out his role, and even then, most of them were directed at Archer. For Archer, it wasn’t strange at all. Mikhail slowly opens up to him for each day they are together, in the more frequent smiles, in the stories of his tattoos and the scars underneath. He knew Mikhail was only like that in front of him, and he felt so childish for feeling proud of it.
Mikhail put him back on his feet, arms still around his waist. They were forehead to forehead, eyes focused on the other pair, and Mikhail swore, “I’ll be good to you forever,”
Archer smiled. He had half the mind to think, 'Oh, he was a forever man. Such a romantic.’ He said, “I know. I’ll be good to you forever too,”
Archer ingrained in his memories the look of absolute joy and love on Mikhail.
Mikhail stirred from his nap. “Um…. hey.” the man blinked a couple of times. “Did you eat yet? Sorry, just wake me up next time.”
“It’s too early to eat, dear, it’s only been an hour. You came home in the morning, you should catch up on your sleep.” Mikhail always rushed home after an out of town job, unmindful of the jetlag and exhaustion that would follow.
“Yeah,” there was still sleep in Mikhail’s tone. Archer knew he would go back to sleep if he just closed his eyes.
“Why don’t you close your eyes?” At this point in their relationship, Archer was aware that Mikhail liked being spoiled, and he liked it even more when he could flirt like this with Archer.
“I want my goodnight kiss.” Mikhail said righteously.
Archer chuckled and bent down to place a chaste kiss on his husband’s lips.
He put a hand on Mikhail’s forehead, brushing away the stray strands of hair. “There, now go to sleep, dear.”
Mikhail hummed, evidently pleased, and obediently followed his wife’s demand.
As for whether Archer stole a kiss from his handsome sleeping husband, and whether Mikhail was actually asleep, that would be a secret they’d keep to themselves.
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((A/N:
Q: If Mikhail is so tired since he rushed home, why are they resting on the sofa? Isn’t the bed more comfy?
A: The bed is broken. They have yet to buy a new bed because Abel wants Mikhail to learn to be more restrained. Mikhail is okay with it, since this time, he is thinking of testing the durability of the sofa, the table, the bathtub….))
Bonus:
Preparing for the wedding.
Archer: Dear, do you think I should wear a suit, or a gown?
Mikhail: Doesn’t matter.
Archer: ( • ^ • ) ?
Mikhail: I’ll be taking it off anway. ( =-= ) ✧
Archer: *sighs* I should’ve known. (〃 - 〃)
Mikhail: Wear whatever’s comfortable for you. You look beautiful in anything, even in nothing. Especially in nothing.
Archer: Mikhail! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ꇴ⁄<⁄ ⁄) … . *whispers* You too.
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Solar Flare // The Flash 6x15 - The Exorcism of Nash Wells Ficlet
Title inspiration: It’s a play on words, get it? lol
Summary- Sunshine and Cadence duke it out over the Refractor.
A/N: As I do with all canon parts of the show, I took some liberties with Sunshine’s ‘limits’.
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Sunshine took down the ARGUS soldiers and Captain Singh with ease. Just as they thought she would. Nevertheless, it still worried Joe to see how well she knew to use her powers to get the Refractor. .So much so that when she had him bent over her arm, screaming in pain, he was mildly impressed. But didn’t have too much time to think about it.
The had to stop Sunshine and they needed to do it fast.
Joe’s eyes flickered toward the emergency exit door just as it opened, and Barry leaned out. He clapped his hands together then extended them, waiting for the catch. “Joe!”
Barry caught the Refractor and ran through the garage of the CCPD, all the way to his lab. He ran through the twisting-turning, hallways of the CCPD, hearing Sunshine hot on his heels. Close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body.
He skidded into his lab, just as the doors were closing, and threw the lock up.
Sunshine raced to the door, practically slamming into it when it closed in front of her. She slammed her fists against it, tugged on the door handle, letting out a loud grunt as she did so. She reached up her hands, pressing her forehead against the cool metal.
Then, feeling a sliver of warmth on her face, she looked up and grinned a slasher smile, seeing sunlight straining to come through the closed doors. That was all she needed. Lifting a finger, Sunshine moved it so it bathed into the sunlight. Her finger illuminated into a bright white, heat radiating through it. She lowered her finger, pressing her fingertip down to the lock that kept her out, slicing through it like butter.
The latch swung free and she pulled the door open with ease, and another grunt. Dusting off her hands, she walked inside. Her eyes scanned the rows of shelves that held beakers, bottles, and test tubes filled with different chemical compounds. But she didn’t see Barry or the Refractor. Not that it mattered, she’d find it one way or another.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Sunshine cooed. She chuckled when there was no response. ” Oh, you really want to turn this into a game don’t you?” Her hands started to glow white once more. “That’s alright, games can be really, fun!” She charged up her hands, ready to send a blast of light out into the air around her. “Just don’t blame me when you get sunburned—Ah!”
A powerful kick to the side of the face sent Sunshine sprawling to the ground. She rolled onto her side and glared up at Cadence as she stood in the middle of the lab floor, dressed in her Flare suit. She tipped her head to her side, arms folded over her chest. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you.”
Sunshine growled, getting to her feet. She started toward Cadence, holding out her hands. Her lips curled at the corner in a smirk. She brought her hands back—and paused, seeing the shutters on the wall to ceiling windows shut one by one. Cadence continued to watch her.
Sunshine’s eyes narrowed a fraction of a second. Then she noticed the light she continued to be bathed in, coming from the light above her. Noticing it, Sunshine laughed, tsking mockingly toward the Firestarter. “Oh…” Sunshine sighed, cracking her knuckles. She shifted her weight form foot to foot. Once more, she lifted her hands, about to use her power. Then the ceiling light disappeared with a ‘thud’ the skylight slamming shut. “No!” She brought her hands down, staring at them, willed them to flare up once more.
They managed to glow for a few seconds but didn’t stay long. She could feel her power weakening, not too much, but just enough for her to notice a difference.
“Don’t worry.” Sunshine’s head whipped up. Then her eyes widened in horror, seeing the light that emanated from Cadence’s body, her eyes giving off a hellish glow that would’ve traumatized even the eldest of men. “We’re still going to have a fair fight.” She tossed the Refractor in her hand.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Cadence stopped tossing the Refractor, noticing Sunshine’s head bobbing at the same pace of the mirror item. “Oh? Are you trying to get this?” She moved it behind her back. “Try and take it from me. I’ll give you an advantage, try it with one hand!”
Sunshine brought back her hand and threw it forward, throwing a beam of burning light toward her. Cadence simply bent to the side, allowing the light to strike an empty wall of the lab. “Whoo! That was a close one!”
“Ugh! Will you shut up?!” Sunshine declared.
Cadence tossed the Refractor once more. “Have it your way.” She then sucked in a deep breath and blew out, sending a line of fire mixed with ash out toward Sunshine. Sunshine rolled out of the way, throwing an arm up to shield her face. With the light of the fire, she absorbed the light and threw it back toward Cadence. Seeing it coming, Cadence jet propelled herself forward, her speed cutting through the beam of light that engulfed her, to punch Sunshine directly in the face.
Sunshine stumbled back, bringing her hands up to her nose as it gushed blood. Then, lifting her hand, she turned and elbowed Cadence in the face just as she landed next to the military veteran. That time, Cadence’s head snapped back, and Sunshine used the momentum to knock Cadence’s legs out from beneath her.
“I don’t need my powers to take you down,” Sunshine declared.
Cadence flipped her hair back from her face. “Then put your money where your mouth is.” She pushed herself off the ground, doing a knee float to get back to her feet. Sunshine immediately was on her, swinging her fists left and right, trying to get her hands clamped behind the firestarter’s neck, hoping to grapple her to the ground.
Cadence easily evaded the blows and did an illusion; she spun on the ball of her left foot and extended her right leg as high as she could as she bent towards the ground. The heel of her right foot snapped into Sunshine's cheek, sending her spinning to the ground. Sunshine was immediately back on her foot, back into a flurry of punches to Cadence’s face.
Cadence jerked her head back every time a fist came toward her face. The she took multiple steps backward, using her momentum to launch herself back through a shelf of chemicals. She knocked the beakers to the ground, grabbed the railing of the shelf and used it to spin herself around, slamming her feet into Sunshine’s chest.
Sunshine brought her hand up to her chest, all breath escaping her in a loud Pew! If the fight didn’t end soon, she wasn’t going to last. She may not have been able to use her light powers, but her meta abilities were at least making it easier for her to take every blow that came her way.
She was going to have to fight harder if she was going to get that Refractor.
Sunshine swung her arm back and threw it forward. Cadence, who was converging on Sunshine once more, stopped and backed away with a shriek, covering her eyes from the bright flash bang that nearly blinded her. Sunshine used the time to bend the light around her to appear invisible. She teleported onto Cadence’s back, wrapping her hands around Cadence’s throat and threw her weight backwards to increase the pressure on the hero’s throat.
“Ack!” Cadence gasped, struggling to pry the hands off from around her neck. She’d been able to catch a plane against her chest, list multiple pieces of furniture, and even a gorilla without breaking a sweat. But it was almost always a stalemate if one metahuman who had super strength was going against another.
“I hope it doesn’t hurt too much,” Sunshine grunted, pulling harder, digging her feet into Cadence’s back. “When I snap your neck.”
“Then…” Cadence gasped. “It’s a good thing I can heal!” She brought up her hand, creating a fireball directly next to Sunshine’s hands. All at once, Sunshine’s hands illuminated into a bright light, the heat from her power making her palms melt directly into Cadence’s neck. Smoke erupted from the skin pressed against each other.
The pressure of the light from her hands, knocked Sunshine off Cadence’s neck. Cadence whipped around, the skin on her neck immediately healing, and teleported above Sunshine. She slammed Sunshine to the ground with a strong strike of her elbow into Sunshine’s chest. Sunshine didn’t get the chance to recover as Cadence grabbed her, arced her back through the air and over her knee, pressing it directly into her back.
“Ugh!” Sunshine struggled to break free, but every time she moved, the pressure on her throat and back increased. “Argh!”
Cadence calmly held onto Sunshine as she tried to break free. She blew her hair back from her face, gazing down into the snarling face of the veteran. “You have a choice,” Cadence remarked, steadily applying pressure to Sunshine’s body. “Give up, or I break your back.” She waited, continuing to steadily increase pressure, making Sunshine squirm and make a whining sound. Finally, Sunshine stopped struggling and became limp. “Good choice.”
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