#mc fucking lost it when she saw her

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ mechanic!mingi x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when a random girl keeps shamelessly flirting with mingi, despite his many attempts to ward her off, he needs a knight dressed his own sweater and a black mini skirt to fend her off.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ MDNI)

word count ✭ 2.5k

warnings ✭ smut, please MDNI (seriously), clothed sex (mostly), on top of his car (🫣), fingering, minor jealousy (from mc), spanking, despite the title there's really no dom/sub dynamic (just mc trying to protect her man)

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You noticed her immediately when you pulled your car into the shop. Of course you did, she was chatting it up with your boyfriend with a hand reaching out to grab his arm. He pulled back in obvious disinterest, but it irked you nonetheless that another woman was after your man. You knew him well enough to know that he’d definitely told her he had a girlfriend. Despite this, she certainly seemed to think that she was his type. With her grease-stained cargo pants and tight tank top you could tell she worked with cars just like him. 

So what the fuck did she need here? You wondered to yourself. 

You hadn’t yet gotten out of the car and continued to watch them from a distance when someone knocked on your window. Yunho grinned down at you from outside the car. You waved at him, slightly embarrassed that he’d caught you staring so intently at the sight in front of you. He gave you a friendly wave as you stepped out of the car. 

When you got out of the car, you saw her give you a glance over and roll her eyes. Oh you were gonna fucking lose it. It was obvious from the way she had looked at you that she was judging your appearance, and you got the vibe that she would give you the same treatment that most other men you give you if you came to them with a car problem. Like you were some stupid little girl who would be easy to upsell. Did you know anything about cars, not really, but you had a sexy mechanic boyfriend to do that shit for you so what was the need? 

“She’s been here every day this week,” Yunho informed you, clearly aware of your annoyance toward the woman giving bedroom eyes at Mingi, “claims something different is wrong every time she comes in, but when she gets here everything works fine. Then she never leaves. She’s luck it’s been a slow week, or he would have fully lost it by now”

You scoff quietly, “have you tried to ‘help’ her?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “but she always dodges my help and finds a way to drag him back over.”

Of course she does. 

“Anyway, is anything wrong with your car?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, “but, if you wanna take a look, be my guest.”

Yes, you were fully aware of the irony of you and this woman having identical motives when pulling your cars into the shop, but at least you were always a welcome surprise who didn’t go around trying to sleep with other people’s boyfriends.

“Sure. I’ll look,” Yunho grabbed your keys from you. “Um, by the way, I can tell you he certainly wouldn’t mind if you went over and saved him. You know, assert your dominance.”

That line made you giggle. You brushed out your black mini skirt and checked your lip gloss in the side mirror of your car. Luckily, you were feeling incredibly cute today, in your possibly too short skirt and sweater that totally belonged to your boyfriend. The heels on your feet were a gift from him as well, and you always felt sexy hearing the sound they made when you walked. And that was the noise they made as you made your way over to them.

She saw you first. “I’m sorry, can we help you? Isn’t he helping you out?” She asked, clearly annoyed, pointing her finger at Yunho who was checking out your tires. Clearly trying to ward you off, and you got the idea that she knew exactly who you were.

Her acknowledgment of you though, made Mingi turn around. Finally seeing you for the first time since you’d stepped foot in his shop today. He was visibly relieved as he took a step toward you, “hey baby, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.”

He grinned when you placed a manicured hand on his chest. He wouldn’t bring it up now, but he fucking loved when your jealous side came out. And he knew that this specific touch’s purpose was to stake your claim.

“I missed you,” you sighed, stepping closer, “you’ve been so busy this week, and I haven’t seen you at all.”

His hands found your waist and pulled you all the way into him, “I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, “I've had a lot of customers waste my time this week, and I just can’t catch a break.”

You giggle as the girl next to you scoffs, “Wow Mingi, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so,” she eyed you up and down again but, before she can finish what was bound to be a wonderful insult, you cut her off.

“Oh so you knew he had a girlfriend and were still all over him like a bitch in heat.”

She laughed at you, "he doesn't mind. Right, Min? Sorry sweetheart, you're not as special as you might think. Maybe, he needs someone a little more real, not some plastic bitch who doesn't even know how to change her own tires."

Sensing that you were about to fully unleash yourself onto this fucking cunt, Mingi put a soothing hand on your shoulder and spoke sternly, “Get out.”

She gaped at him, “Wha-”

“You can fucking fix your car yourself, if there’s even anything wrong with it, but make sure you see Yunho on your way out. He’ll charge you before you leave.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Of course I’m serious. You’ve wasted a lot of fucking time for me this week with your perfectly fine car. My time is precious, and since you wasted it, I'm gonna need you to pay up.”

He looked back over at your car, “Yunho, please deal with this.”

The other man’s shoulders slumped, clearly not keen on dealing with this woman, but he made no effort to argue. You made a mental note to bring him lunch next time you came in to make up for it.

Mingi grabbed the hand that’s still on his chest and leaned down to your ear, “come with me.”

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“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much baby,” he breathed into you neck as he placed kisses on it. 

You smiled and placed a hand in his hair, gripping lightly onto his dark hair, “I’ve missed you, too.”

You were in the back of the shop, where Mingi kept his own car. You didn’t know the make or the model, but you knew it was a sexy car. And you were well acquainted with it. From it pulling up outside your apartment for the occasional lunch date. To late nights in the backseat when you both knew you couldn’t make it to a bed. And then to moments like these. Days in the shop where your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to see you all on display for him on top of the hood.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you, Min?” you pouted as his hands fiddled with the edge of your (his) sweater.

“Oh, y/n I can handle myself, baby, you don’t need to worry yourself with stuff like that.”

Sighing, you placed a hand on his cheek, “you know I just wanna help and be there for you. Will you at least tell me next time?”

“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up. I promise I’ll tell you next time. Ok?”

You nodded as you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, pulling him back down to your lips. His hands started wandering as the two of you explored each other’s mouths. He removed a hand that was tangled in your hair and caressed your neck. His mouth followed the hand, leaving plenty of dark spots all over your pretty neck.

When he reached for the hem of the sweater you were wearing, you grabbed at his hand, “I don’t wanna get naked in here.”

And you really didn’t. As much as you loved your boyfriend, getting fully undressed anywhere but the bedroom was a line you very rarely crossed. Especially in a place as unkempt and naturally messy as the shop he spends most of his days in. You were a woman of at least a little class, but keeping your clothes on didn’t mean that sex was off the table. Not at all, actually.

“Ok, love,” he moved his hands to fiddle with the edge of your skirt, “it’s a good thing you wore such a tiny skirt today then, right?” 

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress your smile, “you can take my panties off if you really want to, though.” You said through a whisper.

He didn’t need any convincing because in the next moment he’d slipped your panties off your legs and put them in his pocket. His hands were under your skirt now. One gripping your waist and holding you in place. The other teasingly stroking your inner thigh.

“Mingi, please,” you begged breathily, desperately trying to shift closer to his hand, but the other one on your waist was completely preventing that.

He smirked at your desperation, “patience, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

As a man of his word, his thumb brushed your clit, and you let out a whine when he pushed two fingers into you. He worked over your clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

“Oh, Min–” you moaned and gripped his shoulders tight.

The hand from your waist moved to grab your throat as he leaned close to your ear, “God, baby, you moan so pretty for me. You’ll let me know when you’re close, yeah?”

You could barely get out a breath “yes” before he slid another finger into your already soaking cunt. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Wrapping a leg around his back, you arched your back, trying every option to get as close to him as possible. You lost all control of your hips and ground yourself into his hand in sync with his own movements.

When you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, you whined, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I’m close! So close.” 

“Let go for me baby. I got you.”

As you reached your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Good girl,” his lips reached your own as you came down from your high. He pulled you off the hood of his car and set you on the ground. He looked you up and down, admiring you fully. He lifted a hand to caress your face and his thumb brushed over your cheek. Smiling, he said, “you always do so good for me baby. Turn around for me, yeah?”

You turned around quickly, eager for what you knew was coming next. Without him even having to ask, you leaned over the hood of his car. Giving him just the view he wanted. His hands were quick to flip up your skirt and smooth his hands over your ass. He gripped one cheek in his hand, and you braced yourself on your forearms. When he let go, you wiggled your ass and looked back over your shoulder. Challenging him with your eyes.

He brought his hand back down on your ass, slapping it. When you let out an obvious and loud moan, he smirked and leaned down over you, “you’re so fucking impatient baby, are you really so worked up? Let me help you out. Does that sound good?”

“Please, Mingi,” you begged (god he loved when you couldn’t stop begging), “I need you!”

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“Inside,” you moaned when he slapped your ass again.

“You want my cock, baby?” You could hear him unzipping his pants and the rustle of fabric behind you. Fucking finally.

All you could do was nod desperately and look back at him over your shoulder with begging eyes. He couldn’t fucking hold it together when you gave him those eyes. So desperate and needy that he could almost see tears. And the pout on your lips was the cherry on top.

You braced yourself again when he gripped his hips with one hand. When he finally pushed into you, you moaned out softly.

With one hand gripping your waist hard enough to bruise and the other playing with your clit, he thrust into you. His car shook, and you struggled to hold yourself up but, god, it felt so good. After a week of missing him constantly, you couldn’t think of anything but how full you felt with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself, either from telling you how good you felt.

Shit, baby, you just keep getting wetter.

You just love it when I fill you up like this, don’t you?

Oh, you’re close, baby. I can feel you closing around me so good.

Fuuuuck, god angel I’m almost there. Can I fill you up?

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” you cried. Your loud and pornographic moans bounced off the walls as you reached your climax.

He followed soon after, filling you to the brim. You felt so warm and flushed. Your eyes fluttered in post-orgasm bliss. Panting, he flipped you back over onto your back and helped you sit up. He kissed you one more time, “thank you for coming to visit.”

“Of course,” you laughed softly, “I mean if you reward me like this everytime, then I’ll just come in every day like that bitch earlier, but I can’t promise I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Oh baby, you being here is enough, and your pretty pussy is the perfect payment,” he moved a finger back down to your core and pushed his cum back inside of you.

“Mmmm,” you ran hand through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, “as much as I’d love to go again, you closed an hour ago, and Yunho’s probably waiting for you to lock up.”

Mingi groaned as he finished putting his pants back on. He lifted you off the car, “can I have my panties back please?” You reached a hand out to him.

“Oh,” he laughed as he reached into his pocket to give them back to you.

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“Did she leave?” Mingi asked his friend who was finishing up putting new tires on your car. So maybe you actually did need something done with it. 

The other man laughed, “oh she left alright. She tried to stick around, but when she heard you two having fun back there she took off. Kinda felt bad for her honestly.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his sympathy even though you felt an immense sense of satisfaction at knowing you had fended her off so easily. You had “asserted your dominance” to quote Yunho.

Mingi placed a hand on your lower back, “don’t worry baby, we won’t be seeing her for a while.” He turned to Yunho, “You can go man, I’ll finish locking up. Thanks for your help.”

“Good night man, have fun locking up.” Clearly implying that you might distract him from such a task. 

When Yunho was gone, it was only seconds before you were backed into the back door of your own car, and Mingi reached around you to open the door. “Get in, baby.” 

You could only giggle as you climbed in, pulling him in after you by the collar of his t-shirt. When he shut the door behind him, he leaned over you, “just one more. Ok, baby?”

“Ok,” you responded breathlessly. Knowing full well you would be under him in your bed soon enough.

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note ✭ thank you for reading. i'm trying my best over here, but university is kicking my ass. so i appreciate you reading what is essentially a coping mechanism 😀🥲

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srsly though, thanks for reading! feel free to lmk what you think. reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

have a wonderful day!

mwah~

#mingi smut #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #atz x reader #mingi x reader #18+ mdni #mdni #everyonewooeverywhere

[llamagoddessofficial]

Evil mc…but prison au? 👀

The cell block is her dance hall, and all the boys want to tango. Since she's a villain I'm assuming she's a fellow inmate.

Sans: Her eyes and ears in the prison... her unassuming spy who learns everyone's business and funnels it straight to her. Evil Mc being Evil Mc, she's probably found a way to place herself in the lower-risk prison block- perhaps convincing the prison board that she's at risk of being attacked if she's in the main cells. Perhaps Sans did the manipulation for her to get her more freedoms. Either way, she and her right hand man get a lot of quality time together.

... Sans likes having someone who knows the truth about how fucked up he is from the very beginning. She saw through him from the start. He doesn't have to pretend to be goofy, harmless, he doesn't have to wear a smiling mask; she knows exactly how dangerous he is and she likes it. It feels good to be alone together... to have someone with which he can completely drop the act.

Red: They still have that on-and-off highly flirtatious relationship that they have in the regular villain AU. He's just as devoted as before, he can't get enough of her, and she can't get enough of him either- he likes the danger. She likes his claws.

... Rather than being her ogeneral, he's more of a... bodyguard/supplier/willing boytoy. He keeps her safe if she ever ends up in the main prison population, he twists the guards' arms into doing what she wants, and he constantly delivers her a stream of any banned goods she needs (no questions asked). She respects the chokehold he has on the prison population and doesn't try to disrupt his command like another villain might- ironically, it means he now wants to give it to her willingly. It puts her in a position of massive power.

In a way, it does actually mirror the general and his superior. The army just happens to be the population of the prison.

Skull: Skull is less like her personal guard, and more like a personal bomb.

The fits of rage Skull enters when separated from Mc are something to behold. The prison, reluctantly, allow Skull and Mc a lot of time together- anything to get him to stop killing. Though he's muzzled and bound he still follows her everywhere like a lost dog, ready to take off the fingers of anyone who gets close; she happily feeds his obsessive connection to her, she's very doting and loving with him. The constant stream of attention actually leaves him in a stable enough state of mind to hold slow conversations, and forge alliances with the other two skeletons- it's easy to find common ground over their shared desire to be with her and keep her safe.

It's not dramatic to say he'd do anything for her. The moment she asks him to, he'd kill anyone, he'd break anything, he'd lay down mid-rampage, he'd start a riot. Anything she asks. Many 'incidents' of death or dismemberment chalked up to Skull just being insane were actually direct commands from Mc... though 'command' is a pretty harsh way of putting it.

All she did was ask softly, and kiss his cheekbone. That's all he needed.

#llamagines #evil mc prison au #prison au returns once again #no matter where u go. prison au is never far behind #have you ever wondered what the most frequently posted-about aus on my blog are? #prison au of course #siren related aus #forest gods are close after that #but theyre not even close to first place #first place is the gem aus hskdfj #the gem aus are ANCIENT #if you were there for those u get a llama blog veteran discount

[chenfleur]

love blossoms in new soil — an enhypen series

SUMMARY. It's official: Deluna Academy, an all-girls school in Lumiose, is to merge with Crescelis Academy, the community's all-boys one. With a combined student body, who knows what sorts of people can be met with what sorts of stories to tell? In the walls of the newly-formed Decelis Academy, love plants its seed and blossoms.

FEATURING. enhypen's lee heeseung, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, and nishimura riki

GENRE. (vary by part) fluff, angst, suggestive, private school au, boarding school au

WARNINGS. (vary by part) profanity

AUTHOR'S NOTE. summaries (& also like. everything else lol) are all subject to change because i cannot write them to save my damn life 😭😭😭

DISCLAIMER. all stories are set in the same universe! - they can be read as standalones; however, they are strongly interlinked and contain references (especially heeseung and sunghoon's installments!) i highly recommend reading them all to get a deeper understanding of the characters and timeline. they are listed in the recommended order. - please note that heeseung, sunghoon, and jungwon's installments occur at the same time, while niki's takes place one year later.

— a letter from the decelis academy admin team. (details abt the world)

since we saw the sun rise — lee heeseung

PAIRING. track athlete!heeseung x y/n

GENRE. angst, fluff, suggestive, brother's best friend au, older brother!sunghoon, one year age gap, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNINGS. profanity [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. Having to now see you, his best friend's little sister, all the time makes Heeseung realize he's fucked. The loyalty he has for your brother wills him not to indulge; but when he finds himself spending time with you, he can feel himself surrendering—and it's no different for you. The last thing you want is for Sunghoon to lose his best friend—even if it means you have to suffer.

STATUS. unreleased

cat & mouse — park sunghoon

PAIRING. sunghoon x y/n

GENRE. angst, fluff, suggestive, (mostly one-sided) enemies to lovers, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNING. profanity, sunghoon is an infuriating character, he is the cause of the mc's emotional despair [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. An 'overlook in logistics' has stripped Sunghoon of late nights with his friends, and now he's forced to dorm with you. He finds you utterly irritating, and is convinced he hates you. But why does hate feel like a wildfire in his chest? Why does hate feel like longing? Sunghoon doesn't know how to handle his emotions, and it leaves you trapped in his cat-and-mouse game.

STATUS. unreleased

in time, the mist clears — yang jungwon

PAIRING. student council member!jungwon x y/n

GENRE. fluff, angst, forbidden romance(?), private school au, boarding school au

WARNINGS. profanity, mc has a bad relationship with her mom

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. The news of the merge leaves you absolutely mortified. Your mother had sent you to Deluna to ensure you had no distractions, and you know if she were to catch wind of the news, you'd be gone from school immediately. Your days are spent wondering when you'd have to leave—but when Jungwon enters your life, you finally drift to calmer waters.

STATUS. unreleased

flare — nishimura riki

PAIRING. riki x y/n

GENRE. fluff, angst, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNINGS. profanity [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. Sending his friends off to university doesn't hit Riki that hard until he realizes how lost he is in life; without a support system, doubts wreak havoc in his mind. Meeting you is like seeing a lighthouse in the fog. He finds solace in you, and along the way, he slowly finds the fulfillment he's been missing.

STATUS. unreleased

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #heeseung #sunghoon #jungwon #niki #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen series

[distraughtlesbian]

can i speak my truth ? can i keep it real ? there shouldve been more in-party conflict in blades 2. like obviously mc should’ve gotten to cuss mal out in particular when he was like You Dont Know What We’ve Been Thru as if getting kidnapped and forced into a magically induced coma and getting your blood stolen and having constant benadryl nightmares is a walk in the park lmfao, and also just gotten to talk more about what they went through and how it’s impacted them

but also there should’ve been way more beef between the other party members. like girl if i’m nia and i’m spiralling scorning sleep and food constantly hunting for a way to free MY GIRLFRIEND (!!) from the clutches of some goth elf cunt on top of making the fantasy catholic church christlike again and repressing my inner shadow demon and one of my friends is like “hesdeadjim.png give up also fuck you” and then fucked off to be an alcoholic pit fighter, i wouldve actually just thrown hands when we saw each other next. no magic no nothing just me and my nasty little fingers (covered in paper cuts from all the arcane shadow tomes ive been reading) coming straight for her eye sockets. staff of silverlake should’ve been nia’s weapon and she should’ve leapt into the pit in chapter 4 and clocked imtura in the skull with it.

like you bitches should be CRAZY!!!! you should all have DISORDERS!!!! you should be begging ravens perched on busts for RESPITE AND NEPENTHE from your memories of me !!!!!! the moon should never beam without bringing you dreams of ME and the stars never rise but you feel MY bright eyes. tyril should be half-mad with grief and stress he should be mumbling to himself and seeing mc’s silhouette in dark corners. nia should be clearly and obviously off her fucking rocker and constantly on the verge of self destructing and taking us all out with her. imtura should be constantly blind drunk so she doesn’t have to feel her grief or anything at all really. mal should have been in the wind the second it started looking like mc wasn’t coming back and nobody’s heard from him in months. kade should be in a bottomless pit of grief bc when he was stuck in the shadow realm we never gave up hope and we went to rescue him but now that the tables are turned he’s slowly losing hope and day by day and night by night we recede and he becomes more faithless. threep and loola should be inseparable sleeping in a pile together never beyond a wing-length from one another and keeping obsessive tabs on all the other party members no matter how far-flung across morella they are because they’ve already lost everyone and everything they knew to the shadow court once and they’ll be damned if they lose anything else. also kade and aerin should’ve built up a weird semihostile rapport bc once everything fell apart and everyone went their separate ways it was just the two of them in the whitetower palace and kade would go to his cell and sit out of arm’s reach to vent about his time in the shadow realm and his grief and hopes and fears. they both knew and loved mc, in their own ways, despite how aerin hurt them, and now they’ve both lost them, maybe for good. maybe one day aerin starts talking back

where is the SPICE where is the FLAVOUR? where’s the DRAMA where’s the OOMPH where’s the PANACHE? you cannot look at me and tell me these dysfunctional bitches wouldn’t fall back into their worst habits once the one person who held them all together up and vanished into the void. why am i not ending each chapter feeling like i’ve just gotten punched in the dick bc the love is so obviously still there and that’s why it hurts so bad. they should’ve put their whole budget and pussies into forcing the party to fit themselves back together even though they’ve all grown new sharp edges and keep cutting each other up. they should’ve gone full dark no stars about it. grief is an amputation but hope is incurable hemophilia you bleed and bleed and bleed, plants that are split down the middle dont heal they die, you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read, what lived and died between us haunts me still, if someone asked me at the end i’d tell them “put me back in it”, i care what ghosts think of me, come back even as a shadow even as a dream, someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other ending to this story, etc, etc, you get it you understand. also the mc should’ve come back WRONG.

#maeve speaks #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #blades of light and shadow #bolas #bolas mc #mal volari #nia ellarious #imtura tal kaelen #tyril starfury #aerin valleros #threep pompedorfin #loola dupopodolis #bolas kade #bolas mal #bolas nia #bolas imtura #bolas tyril #bolas aerin #bolas valax #bolas threep #bolas loola

[sin-petal]

HEAVY SNOW (a christmas special)

male y/n x Le Sserafim’s Kazuha (2100+ words)

TAGS: christmas!!! kinda sweet mc, strangers to potential lovers, unsafe sex, riding, multiple orgasms, and ugly sweaters

the snow is heavy tonight, you thought, stirring the powdered milk in your cup to melt it with hot water. you thank god that you fixed the heater last week so now you won’t need to worry about being a popsicle overnight. it left a dent on your wallet, but it’s better to pay now than pay for hospital bills later.

with a sigh, you turned around and grabbed the bag of marshmallows, putting it in the chocolate drink. but before you take a sip, you heard a knock. now, you rarely have people you can call friends so visits are very rare, so you froze on the spot as you thought of answering it or not. all the windows are covered with curtains anyway, it’s not like they can look in to check if you’re inside.

more slamming on the door. “hello, is anyone there?” a lovely voice of a woman, which is literally rare, shocked you. you set down your mug and opened the door carefully.

someone you haven’t met before was on the other side, but god was she beautiful. she was wearing clothes that are definitely not for winter, and you could tell by the way she was hugging herself and her body shaking plus the red on her cheeks and nose, she’s cold as fuck. but she’s definitely working that white top and the large denim jacket that’s falling off her shoulder with the matching denim pants.

“c-can i come in?” she said, and it reminded you that there’s a (beautiful) girl shivering in the cold in front of you and you’re staring like an idiot.

“of course, right, sorry.” you step out of the way and invite her in. she shook her head to remove the snow on the top of her hair, before stepping inside and removed her shoes. you could hear the relieved sigh when she felt warm again after you closed the door.

“what are you doing here? and who are you? and why are you dressed like that?”

she laughed, a beautiful sound, before sitting down on the couch and covered herself with blankets. you remembered your hot chocolate and checked on it, and sighed happily when it was still warm. you decided to give it to the girl instead.

“calm down. i’m kazuha. and i… was in a party earlier, but then caught my boyfriend cheating on me so i, um.” she sniffled a bit, and you couldn’t see from where you’re standing if it was from the cold or not. “i lost my ride so i tried to walk from home but the snow got really heavy as you could see and i need somewhere to sleep in the night.”

kazuha smiled and took the hot chocolate, where she closed her eyes and let the warmth from the mug fill her hands. “your boyfriend sounds shitty.” you whisper, sitting next to her. “i mean anyone who dates you would be so lucky and i would never do that,” you stammered out, shrugging. “and i’m um, y/n.”

“you don’t know who i am. what made you think he’s so lucky?”

“well… you’re really insanely beautiful.”

kazuha laughed before taking a sip. “typical man. seeing someone pretty and you go crazy.” she kept drinking for a while before standing up to put it on the table. you watch her, staring at her figure. “that’s not true. i’m sure your good looks match your personality.”

she scoffed, turning around and leaned on the countertop. “didn’t stop him from cheating, right?”

“listen, he’s a piece of shit.” you shake your head and got up as well. “you should change clothes. i have a sweater.” you went to the closet and chose a random sweater, which ends up being a christmas sweater.

“he is a piece of shit.” kazuha confirmed. “also i cant believe you have an ugly christmas sweater and you’re going to ask me to wear it.”

scoffing in fake annoyance, you clutched the sweater close to your chest. “i’m offended that you’ll say it’s ugly. my grandma made that.” kazuha’s eyes widened and you could see the guilt in her eyes, but it disappeared as soon as she saw you were joking. “asshole! i was about to apologize.”

“you can still grovel and beg.” you comment, tossing her the sweater before turning around so you can give her some privacy. you could hear her removing her clothes as she muttered, “you would love that.”

and she’s right, you would. but you keep it to yourself. you bit your lip and kept quiet until you heard some of your things falling on the floor. out of concern, you turn around and gasped when you saw kazuha still in her underwear.

“sorry, i pushed your charger off the table. i don’t think it’s broken so–” she stopped when she saw you staring, her eyes giving a mischievous glint. “do you like what you see?”

at this point there’s no point in hiding it. she’s fit, her skin looks smooth and all you want to do is touch her all over. her breasts look cuppable in your hands, and her thighs would be good around your head. there’s really no point in denying it now, considering you’re growing hard just by the thought.

about to apologize in order not to creep her out, you stopped when you realized that kazuha walked closer to you instead. there was a smirk on her lips before she repeated her question. “do you like what you see?”

“um yeah, i, um. yes.”

with a laugh, she pushed you easily on the couch, landing with a small grunt on your lips. you looked up at her as kazuha sat on your lap, her crotch right on top of your clothed dick. “oh, wow.” was all you could say.

“i should say that. you feel big.” kazuha then slowly unhooked her bra, which caused you to look away. “kazuha, what are you doing?” you ask, your heart beating fast. “this feels wrong.” it doesn’t. but you barely know each other and suddenly you’re fucking?

“listen, y/n. you’re horny, and i want a distraction from my ex. and… consider it payment for the night.” kazuha held your chin, tilting your head. “you’ve never had hookups before? one night stands?”

you haven’t. mostly because you didn’t have a lot of women come in your life to hookup with, but you aren’t saying that to kazuha right now. “um. maybe we can have a date after this. i know a killer place that sells good lasagna, its perfect for cold winter days—”

kazuha simply shushed you with a soft kiss. that kiss was all the consent it took for you to kiss her deeply, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulled her closer. she kissed back immediately with her arms around your neck and her hands messing your hair. her lips feel so good on yours, soft and sweet. her mouth automatically parted to let your tongue in, and both of you let out a small moan when she started moving her hips, and you could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping down on your shorts.

you pull her away only to remove your shorts and her underwear. you sucked in a deep breath when you realized how wet she was. “oh—you’re just ah,” kazuha cut you off by rubbing your tip, her finger spreading your precum. “less talk more sex.” she kissed you again, your hand reaching down to play with her pussylips. rubbing it softly while ocassionally touching her clit got her moaning a bit louder, so you decided to plant hickeys on her neck instead.

“fuck, y/n put your fingers in—god!” you thrusted in two of your fingers at once, knuckle-deep. you look at kazuha’s reaction, her head tilted back, her panting and her hips matching your thrusts. you could see her abs tense, and it’s incredibly so hot you could feel your cock growing bigger.

you took your time spreading your fingers in her pussy and exploring her walls, before pressing on her spot. it made her moan loudly and slightly pull away from you that it made you tighten your arm around her waist. “keep still.” you whisper near her ear before kissing her again and continue to rub her over the spot.

kazuha was shaking in your arms, and it didn’t even take a minute before she came all over your fingers. concerned with how intense she reacted, you asked her if she’s okay.

without any answer, she just quickly positioned herself on top of your cock. “i’m going to ride you and you’ll love it.” kazuha smirked and leaned down to kiss you just as you pushed your tip inside her slowly. her pussy was loose and wet enough to go inside with little resistance.

it felt heavenly. kazuha was warm and soft inside, and there was just no words to describe it. “you’re big,” she laughed softly, a contrast to what they’re doing. you reach up and smoothen the crease going on between her furrowed eyebrows, your other hand helping her go down on your cock. “bigger than your ex, i hope?”

“oh, much bigger. and much better.” kazuha assured you before sighing once she was fully seated, and soon she was moving. soft moans and grunts filled the rv, and you felt brave enough to go a bit rougher. you matched her pace with your hips, thrusting up when she goes down.

few minutes pass by and kazuha’s moans got louder and louder. her pussy was also squeezing and clenching more than usual which is a sign that she’s close. you are too, but you wanted her to be the one who cums first.

“you’re so hot.” you blurted out, and it seemed to be just the trick to make kazuha spill over the edge, her hips shaking and her loud moans near your ear was enough as well to pull out and cum on her toned abs.

kazuha looked down and smiled, before grabbing your chin again so she could kiss you. you kissed back desperately before flipping you both over so kazuha’s the one pinned down on the couch. you pushed inside her again, moving your hips steadily and focusing on hitting kazuha’s spot.

her loud moans were motivations to keep going, and her nails dug on your forearms as she tried to match the pace. “fuck, you’re doing so good, y/n—!”

a burst of pride filled your heart and it made you move faster and harder. it’s rough and you were about to ask her if she’s okay but with how she’s rolling her eyes back and keep blabbering at how it feels so good, then it must be the right thing to do.

it was a surprise that you managed to last for more than five minutes with how good kazuha’s pussy was clenching around you, every time you pull out it seems like it’s asking you not to.

you were focused, one of your hands playing with kazuha’s nipple, rolling your thumb and squeezing it. she squealed occasionally and would always moan your name loudly. she sounded so beautiful. your name sounded so good on her lips.

“kazuha,” you groaned out. “i’m fucking going to cum.” kazuha nodded and reached down to rub her clit, which caused her hips to shake intensely. “do it fuck, cum!”

you pulled out again, cumming all over her abs once again as she did the same. you then sat down beside her, trying to catch your breath and looked at kazuha who’s doing the same.

“that’s one of my best hookups ever.” she laughed, leaning her head on your shoulder. “that’s the first of my hookups ever.” you responded as you leaned your head on top of hers.

“you’re a virgin?!”

“no, dumbass, i’m not. i just don’t do hookups.” you laughed at her reaction and flicked her forehead.

“well,” kazuha shrugged as she sat up straight so she can look at you properly. “it doesn’t have to be a hookup.” you raised your eyebrow at that, making sure you’re hearing it properly. she saw the look on your face and rolled her eyes. “come on. i don’t want to treat you like a rebound but you’re cool and i want to give you a chance. i also want to know you better.”

you smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. one, two, five seconds, before you pulled away. “good thing there’s a coffee shop nearby. just a five minute walk. we should go there tomorrow morning.”

“it’s a date.” kazuha smiled and wrapped her arms around you, kissing you deeply. “good, then you should wear my ‘ugly christmas sweater’.” you reply while doing air quotes. kazuha snorted, nodding. “fine. make sure you pay for everything.”

you pull away from her and grabbed your thick blanket, covering the both of you to keep you both warm. and with a small smile on your face, you both cuddle tightly on the sofa.

#le sserafim #kazuha #kpop girls #kpop smut #kpop #fanfic #male y/n #male reader #top reader #kazuha is hot

[blueraineshadows]

I really enjoy your writing! I don't even have the words to articulate what I like so much about it, but as I was reading one of your fics for the first time I knew I'd found one of those gem authors that just hit every note.

I saw that you take requests, so I thought I'd put one in. I don't know if you've ever seen the movie "Atonement" (Keira Knightley slays every period piece she's in), but there is a scene that I thought would be perfect for Sebastian. The two love interests are alone in the library, and the female lead is confronting the male lead about a love letter he never meant to send her. He had written two letters, one of them nsfw, and of course sent the wrong one. Smut ensues, lol.

Thank you so much for your kind words! 😀💜

I like this Ask! I haven't copied Atonement, just used the idea and let Seb and MC lead. I hope this is okay for you...

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 💚🔥🌶 NSFW

The parchment in her pocket was rumpled from far too much handling. Ever since MC had received it via owl it had been a constant presence in her thoughts. When she had first read the words scrawled down in ink, she had clutched it to her chest immediately, scandalised! There had been nobody else in the room with her, but she glanced around none the less, terrified that anyone would see what erotic notions were written there.

The sensible thing to do would be to burn it. Immediately. But her traitorous body had other ideas. Slowly, she had smoothed out the parchment and devoured the words, her cheeks flushing and her thighs squeezing together tightly.

She had lost count how many times she had read it now, the words seared into her brain. That letter had dragged her deepest, darkest fantasies from her secret, put away heart, fantasies about Sebastian Sallow. But what to do? How was she ever going to be able to look him in the eye again and not see the vivid images he had conjured with his words?

.....*.....

He had not heard a reply back from MC yet, and Sebastian was beginning to wonder if he had revealed his feelings too soon. He had been sure that she felt the same for him, and had bravely confessed his love for her, sending her a romantic love letter in order to charm her heart.

But nothing. Anxious doubt clawed at his insides. He paced his bedroom, debating whether to go and seek her out. Could he face the humiliation of her rejection?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he thought of her, her soft skin, the alluring scent she wore, and he thought about the other letter he wrote. This one had been just for him, his own guilty pleasure as he poured out all the naughty, passionate things he wanted to do to her. How she drove him wild with want.

He had an urge to read his own words again, refresh his passion for her, and went to where he had hidden it. When he unfolded the parchment, licking his lips, his heart stopped cold in his chest. On the parchment were the pretty, flowery words he had used to confess his love. His eyes scanned the page, panic setting in when there was nothing about what their mouths and lips could do to each other.

Fuck! He had sent the wrong letter!

.....*.....

He had found her. MC stood between the book stacks in the library, the window dark behind her. The light of a single candle illuminated her face, book open in her hands, as she stared at him. "Sebastian," she whispered.

"MC," he said. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the glow of candle light in his eyes. She felt the tremble in her legs, the pound of her heart.

She couldn't seem to stop breathing so fast. She snapped her book closed and pushed it back onto the shelf, trying to get control of her wild pulse. "Your letter..." Her throat was dry and the words didn't sound like her own voice.

He went to speak and then hesitated. He stepped a little closer. "Forgive me," he said. "I sent on the wrong letter. I never intended for you to see that one."

She put a hand against the bookcase, fingers trailing softly along the spines of books she wasn't really seeing. She couldn't turn around, couldnt look at his eyes without feeling like she might combust into flames.

"What was in the other letter?" She rasped. She felt him come closer, up behind her, and goosebumps spread along her arms.

"A confession," he murmured. She could hear his breaths. "I wanted you to know how I feel about you, how I've always felt, ever since your first day in 5th year."

She closed her eyes, swallowed thickly. "I'm going to need to see that letter," she said. Butterflies danced at the very thought. He had feelings for her, and had all this time!

"And the letter you sent to me, the mistake, is that not how you truly feel, then?"

His breath fanned against her hair. She waited, desperate to hear what he would say, and terrified of it at the same time.

"I feel all of it," he whispered. "Body and soul."

She gasped and finally turned, their faces inches apart, and she could see it. The fire he so vividly imagined in his letter burned hot in his gaze. Her eyes fell to his mouth, what wickedness he had promised with those lips. She squeezed her thighs together, panting, her back now pressed against the bookcase.

"You do not flinch from me," he said.

"No," she breathed. "I do not."

Their breaths mingled, his lips closer, she thought she might actually start begging in a minute, desperate to feel his kiss. She licked her lips, throat dry, he watched the motion with dark eyes. Then, his hand skimmed her hip, smoothing upwards to her waist. The only sound in the quiet of the library were her soft pants of breath as his fingers entwined in the fabric of her blouse.

When his lips touched hers, her eyelids fluttered closed and her bones melted. His mouth moved softly, teasing her, the slide of tongue sending shivers down her spine. His hair was thick and soft, luxurious against her fingers as she ran her hands through it. Her soft moans and sighs floated gently from her mouth as he moved to torture her throat with lips and tongue.

"Sebastian." His name was a sweet worship on her whispering lips as his hands moved to mould the curves of her arse. He guided her even closer, their bodies crushed close, closer, her back pressed against the bookcase.

He ground against her, the stiff press of his arousal drawing a gasp from her lips. The words of his letter swirled through her mind, promises of lust spelled out in ink. Her fingers clutched at his robe, twisting, desperate, as a thick, hot throb pulsed through her.

Her thighs parted easily at the press of his knee, her skirt bunched up at her hips. Instinctively, she bore down against his leg, grinding, eager, the ache driving her insane. He groaned, breath hot against her lips as he claimed her mouth again.

His hand slid up her bare thigh, finger tips caressing her burning flesh. She flexed a leg outwards, opening for him, and he slid fingers beneath the damp cotton of her underwear. The drag of a finger against her folds made her head fall back, banging against the leather bound volumes behind her. She felt the spread of her slick, pulsing need screaming for him to do as he had so darkly described.

"So wet," he panted. "So perfect."

She felt the vicious tugs as he unfastened his trousers, his arm supporting her waist as he tilted her. It was a desperate struggle of limbs and breathing and then she felt the push of his tip, the stretch of her heat as he nudged inwards.

She met his eyes, fingers clasped tightly on him, her mouth agape as he pressed deeper. A low cry, breathless and needy left her at the full feeling of his cock, she clenched around him, trembling.

He gritted his teeth. "Oh fuck," he hissed.

Then they both froze. Footsteps from further down the stacks. "Someone is coming," she whispered.

She looked down at their joined bodies, clothes askew, her legs spread eagerly for him, and flushed hotly. It would not do to be caught like this!

Regret pained Sebastian's features as he withdrew, leaving her feeling bereft, empty and insanely unsatisfied. They hurried to straighten their clothes, MC patted her hair and moved to snatch a book up, flipping it open.

They were the picture of innocence when Madam Scribner strolled past. She saw them and paused to look closer. "It's almost curfew," she said. "Perhaps you ought to finish up."

"Oh, that's the plan," Sebastian said smoothly. "We'll be on our way in a few moments."

When the librarian had moved on, Sebastian met MC's gaze. She smirked. "We have unfinished business you and I," she said. She patted the pocket of her skirt. "I've got the proof."

His smile envoked all the wickedness he had promised.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow smut #BlueRaineShadows

[descendantofthesparrow]

Brutally honest thoughts on each character?

...*Each* character???? bruh thats so many, okay ill keep this short cuz im waiting for a haircut rn

well start with the vks cuz thats easy

Mal-started off strong and then just became...THE WORST, love hate relationship for her. shes my art block fix but also i hate her

Jay-i dont have strong opinions on him, he actually never stuck out to me other than 'obligatory jock dude of the friend group.' i wish i liked him more but im more attached to his fandom self over canon Jay

Evie-got boring after D1, i wish they let her keep her chemistry stuff, love her vibe but shes kinda boring to me. SHOULD'VE BEEN THE MC OVER MAL!!

Carlos- lots of lost potential with his tech stuff from the first book and movie. easily could've been an engineer or inventor but they just made him an animal lover and i got bored of that real quick.

Uma-my queen, my idol, can do no wrong i love her so much i WILL kill for her.

Harry-i love his dumbass so much YALL DONY EVEN KNOW I WANNA BITE HIM SO BAD

Gil-one of the few characters i felt actually...grew up? idk but hes one of the few characters were it actually feels like time passed for.

Dizzy-oooooooh honey, honey honey, sunshine baby, please, put the glue gun down.

Celia- they should've gone with her trailer persona. Her outfits are so bad and i wish she got better writing and designs, so much lost potential, also she should've been Jays pick.

Smee twins- why the fuck are they even here they had one line and no significance. also they should've had a Harry scene.

Aks

Ben-puppy boy, deserved to have doberman energy. got turned into a doormat by the writers and is unfairly hated.

Audrey-bitch queen, shes not a nice person and thats okay~ girlboss.

Chad- should've been the D3 villan they had that all set up in D2 with his weird ass attitude over Ben getting kidnapped on the isle.

Doug -....honestly gives me the ick, especially in D3, i HATE the long hair his actor had/has. gold is NOT his color and neither is pastel purple or green. he looked good in D1 but ICK for 2 and 3.

Jane- bby gurl, blue bird sweetheart. yeah she did some fucked up shit in D1 but she was an insecure 14 year old girl who got manipulated by Mal and other aks!!!

Lonnie- deserved so much better, shes Chinese why is she getting Japanese style stuff?!?! her plot in D2 didnt even do anything it just happened and no one cared and Jay just shoved his problems of girls playing roar onto her.

Beast- *inhale* i wanna kick his ass, and i could, lemme at him. how dare he force an entire kingdom on Ben at 16 when he didnt become king when he was 28(when he married Belle)

Belle- they took away her backbone, shes not Disney princess book worm and independent Belle. she just, lost the spark

FG- they turned her into a preschool teacher, GIVE ME MY OL COOKY FAIRY LADY BACK

Leah- *seething rage*

vk parents

Maleficent- fuckin love her, shes such a manipulative bitch and feels like a gone crazy version of a Maleficent made for kids. def not the mistress of all Evil but i love her nonetheless

EQ- shouldve been the head villain, SHE WAS THE FIRST DISNEY VILLAIN CMON! def not the same character from the animated movie but shes dramatic and sassy and i adore her.

Jafar- haha funny characature~ i wish he was more menacing like he had been. Jafar is not one of my fav villains so descendants jafar didnt exactly translate for me well.

Cruella- yeah they nailed her, no complaints about her. good design, good dialogue, good acting.

Hades- LEMME KICK HIS DEAD BEAT ASS, fucking 'daddy issues made you stronger' my butt. i hate his hair and honestly he doesnt fit the washed up punk design, he didnt deserve the speech at the end and didnt deserve to be forgiven by Mal.

Ursula- we only saw her tentacle and one line but she seemed spot on so yeah

Lady Tremaine- why the fuck was she nice in D3??? bitch is the EVIL stepmother.

Smee- spot on, i have words for his sons designs becuaee hes old not naturally white haired but hes chill, makes sense hed be a good parent, he never felt evil to me, just compliant

Facilier- such a vibe, his actor got him spot on, would've changed up his suit design but hes chill and i can see him being a family man(ignoring wicked world).

#disney descendants

[suzitaree]

Hi! I'm not sure if requests are open - if not you can ignore this!! I have a fic idea!! Perhaps mc and sebastian and/or ominis (I'm not picky teehee) are out and about. They come across some poachers and as they're running away mc gets hit with crucio. Because the hatred is so strong, the curse is badd. Like screaming and fainting from the pain bad. Reader almost dies type curse. Sebastian/ominis (maybe both who knows) is obviously freaked tf out and cries, (bcs obviously he would 💀) and he says something like "I love you please don't die on me" and when mc wakes up they're like "I love you too pretty boy" and then they kiss and have a happy ending yayyyyy

I obsoletely love this! Thank you Anon :) Hope I did your idea justice and I might do an Ominis version :3

For anyone else requests are open ;3

Please don't die on me. (S. Sallow x reader)

Y/n and Sebastian had always shared a deep connection, even before they started dating. They had been friends since their first year. As they grew older, their friendship blossomed into something more, and they became a couple.

One day, they stumbled upon an old treasure map in the restricted section of the library that led them into the Forbidden Forest. Y/n was hesitant at first, knowing the dangers that lurked in the forest, but Sebastian was eager to explore. They walked for hours, following the twists and turns of the map, until they came across a big group of poachers.

The poachers were ruthless, and they attacked y/n and Sebastian without mercy. Y/n tried to defend herself and Sebastian, but one of the poachers managed to hit her with the cursed spell crucio. The pain was unbearable, and y/n screamed out in agony, green sparks following the curse.

When Sebastian saw y/n hit by the curse, his heart sank. He had never felt such fear and helplessness before. He watched in horror as y/n screamed out in pain, her body convulsing with the force of the curse. The green sparks that followed made him realize that this was no ordinary curse. He had never seen crucio so ruthless before and knew that the caster was no ordinary wizard. He realized that the person casting the curse was a highly skilled dark wizard.

As the poachers closed in, Sebastian knew that they were outnumbered and outmatched. He tried to defend y/n, but he was quickly overpowered. He watched as she fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

Sebastian's heart broke at the sight of y/n suffering like this. He felt a deep sense of anger towards the poachers, and a desperate need to protect y/n from any harm. He knew that he couldn't let anything happen to her, and that he would do anything to keep her safe.

Suddenly, y/n's ancient magic reacted with the curse, and she and Sebastian were teleported to a hidden room, the Map Chamber. Y/n fainted, and Sebastian was beside himself with fear and worry. He cradled her in his arms, crying and begging her not to die.

After what seemed like an eternity, y/n woke up, her body wracked with pain. She saw Sebastian hovering over her, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck, I thought I lost you," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/n managed a small smile. "You can't get rid of me that easily," she said weakly. Sebastian leaned in to kiss her, whispering softly that he loved her. Y/n responded with an "I love you too,".

As they held each other tightly, Sebastian's heart was still racing with fear and worry. "What happened back there?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Y/n took a deep breath, wincing at the pain in her body. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think it has something to do with my ancient magic. It reacted with the curse and transported us here."

Sebastian looked at her in amazement. "Your ancient magic? I had no idea you had that kind of power."

Y/n smiled weakly. "I didn't either. It's something that I've discovered recently, but I never really knew how to use it. I guess it just kicked in when I needed it the most."

Sebastian's eyes softened as he looked at her. "You're amazing, you know that? You're so strong and brave, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/n leaned in to kiss him, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the man she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. "I don't know what I'd do without you either," she whispered.

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy

[minzart]

saw you bored, so!

how do you think the cast of twst would react to MC referencing the villains in ways that go against the dorm's fundamental ideals

In heastlabyul I can see ace, Trey and Carter agreeing with Yuu's "THE QUEEN BROKE THE RULES ALL THE TIME! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THERE ARE SO MANY RULES THAT CONTRADIC EACH OTHER?!" Riddle however is fuming with rage and ready to absolutely behead you with his own bare hands, Deuce believes but he's having a hard time remembering wich rules Yuu's referring to

In savanaclaw I can see them not beliving Yuu or not giving a shit, "so? What if the king of beasts might have been a coward in his dieing breath? Were you there? Are you sure? No? So shut it"(Leona probably). Jack's probably more curious on were Yuu is getting this ideas from, everyone is tbh but he's the only one admitting it

Octavinele, Azul specifically, I can see him making excuses for Ursula like "SHE'S A BUSSINES WOMAN OF COUSE SHE IS GONNA TRY TO MAKE IT HARDER FOR WHOEVER THE HELL "ARIEL" IS?? THAT'S JUST HOW BUSSINESS WORK!" Jade is filming and Floyd is throwing more fire into the circus, sometimes siding with Yuu others with Azul.

Now Scarabia, I can see Kalim being more curious than anything, he would be more inclined to belive Yuu's words since they are friends, and bc he's the more emotionally intelligent I can see him believing these stories bc even The sorcerer of sands was probably a person with feelings and emotions that can get turbulent as anyone else. Jamil won't outright tell Yuu they are dumb but lord he is thinking about it and just would be like "alright but if he did when MAD with power then what about the stupid ruler?"

I can only see zero fucks given by the Pomefiore trio, "oh? She was jealous of someone's apearence? Sounds familiar to me-"(epel probably), Vil has Neige my guy of course he gets jealous, specially if the compliment came from someone you actually care about (see aparently in some versions the Mirror is Grimhilde's father), in other words he kins her, Rook is Rook he will wax prety poetry of the human nature still being beautiful even at it's ugliest

Ignhyde, I can see Ortho searching for this info online and either stating he found it or that the record has been lost to time and being frustrated by it, Idia will still say that the underworld king still invented that counter so Yuu can't say he WASN'T a genius, even if the way he made his plan was dependable on luck and organic matter.

In Diasomnia, Lilia didn't expected anything diferent knowing the draconia line he probably assumes every dragon fary is that petty, Silver doesn't doubt it happened but doesn't really care that much, sebek is siding with Maleficent bc he is a simp for the Draconia Bloodline and Malleus is pouting bc in his head she was absolutely justified to curse a fucking baby for not being invited.

#twst #twst imagine

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Sixteen.

First update of the week is here again! Big thanks for all your engagement, my lovely little audience :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

Words - 3,448

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

New relationships. For the most part, the new voyage with a brand-new person is taken upon a calm sea of getting to know one another, hanging out, having fun, and a copious amount of sex. Occasionally, though, the sea gets a little choppy.  

Especially when said new relationship involves living together right off the bat.  

Even more so when person A has been recovering from a hellish life, and person B has been tiptoeing around them because of this, perhaps taking a little more in the way of selfishness than he should have.  

Lee already had a tension headache that morning. Hearing Emma and Guero going at one another with the kind of decibels that made her brain feel like it was rattling in her skull didn’t help. She’d be lying if she’d stated that she hadn’t been wondering when this might all blow up, from the little observances she’d noted between the two.  

“You know, if things ever go south with me and Bish, I’m fuckin’ marrying you,” she spoke, a look of bliss on her face, Angel standing behind her squeezing the tension from her neck. It was always the cause of her headaches. That and she refused to wear her glasses as much as she should.  

“What, just for my massage skills? ‘Cuz if you think my hands feel great on your neck...” Looking down, she saw them hovering above her boobs, Lee nudging him with a soft elbow.  

“Quit it!”  

He laughed returning them to her neck, both of them distracted as the clubhouse door flew open, the small hurricane of a very pissed off Emma flying out, Guero following. 

“Em! Get the fuck back here!” 

“No way, not after what you just said!”  

“Damn,” Angel winced, “she’s getting sassy.” 

“Yeah, she’s pushing back,” she observed, sipping her coffee. “Now that she actually can.”  

“How’d you mean?” 

Lee circled her neck a little, a few clicks sounding. “She had nineteen years of never being able to fuckin’ argue against anything. Don Lombardi said jump, she asked how high. Now she knows she’s not gonna cop a beating or a hot knife against her, she’s learning to speak up. 

“I think she’s pretty fuckin’ sparky by nature, but it’s been supressed for a long fuckin’ time and poor Guero, he ain’t used to it. He’s gotten used to this sweet, meek woman who didn’t disagree with nothing, you know? To be fair, though, he’s also let her get away with it, wanting her own way now she realises she can, and him suddenly not letting her ain’t fuckin’ sitting well with Emma, being told no.” 

Angel marvelled at how, as usual, Lee truly was the all-seeing eye of the MC family, her assessment making a lot of sense to him, even if he hadn’t really noticed any details beyond the fact the young couple had been yelling at one another for the last twenty minutes. “They should just go bang it out, man. Always works for me.” 

Lee leaned back, viewing him upside down with a raised eyebrow. “And when was the last time you had a healthy relationship from those avoidance tactics, hmm?” 

He thought for a few moments, moving his hands to the base of her skull. “Hmm.”  

“Exactly,” she grinned, winking.  

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I guess me and women don’t exactly go hand in hand like that.” 

“Nope, because you only ever keep ‘em at arm's length. Or dick’s length, never really let ‘em in, do you?”  

He had no comeback for that, the truth of his lack of confidence in relationships presented to him, tugging a tiny piece of her hair before he continued his pinching. “Whatever it is, I kinda hope they’re done soon. It's too early for all this loud bitching.”  

“And if we agree on one fuckin’ thing, Reyes elder, it’s that!” she sighed, the shouting from across the yard not showing any signs of abating just yet. At least one good thing had come from it, she guessed. Emma now realised that anger wasn’t the ultimate precursor to anything bad happening, she didn’t recoil from a raised voice and tremble in fright. Quite the opposite, in fact.  

Expressing angry emotions instead of bottling things up was healthy, but perhaps in that moment they both needed to walk away and calm down, Guero finally doing that, storming back into the clubhouse while Emma tore a path back to the workshop with heat in her heels, her jaw set.  

“The absolute fucking nerve of him!” she muttered, picking up a spanner, beginning her work again. 

“Hey, no rage while you’re working with brake cables,” Lee instructed, pointing across the shop at her.  

“I can’t help it! Jesus fucking Christ, he’s got me so damned mad!” 

“While you’re in my workshop, yeah you fuckin’ can. I’m technically your boss, so I can tell you what to do, and you can either like it or leave, Emma. If I say no rage, then you gotta calm your fuckin’ shit down before you work on brakes. We clear?”  

She chewed the inside of her cheek with annoyance, placing the spanner down and sighing, counting to ten. “Yeah, yeah, we are. Sorry.”  

“Good.” Lee watched her carefully, taking a few moments to cool off, sipping at her cherry Coke while she calmed down, moving back to the huge Harley and continuing with her task of fitting the new brake cables. She left it about ten minutes before speaking again. “Alrighty, now boss Lee is done, friend Lee is here. Whassup with you guys? You wanna talk about it, chat it out, spill all?”  

“Lots of little things,” she began, her nostrils flaring as she took off her gloves, leaning on the handlebars of the bike before her. “It’s all compounded and he’s basically calling me selfish for always wanting my own way, but I’m not! He isn’t being fair!”  

A few more details were revealed, the main bone of her contention being that he refused to travel nearly two hours away to see a used car she liked the look of, his refusal not being met by anything close to grace. Most of her other gripes were of a similar pattern, which if Emma took ten seconds to breathe over rather than losing her cool, she’d see she was being a little unreasonable about. Lee knew why she was struggling with that, though.  

In truth, this was her first real relationship with someone, and even though a fully grown woman at twenty-nine, her expectations were quite childish. She expected her own way because Guero had so far let her have it, and maybe that was his fault, setting a standard that wasn’t realistic. Emma experiencing this sudden hostility was likely triggering of her past, though, never being able to have her own voice, being dictated to as well.  

It wasn’t really her fault; she simply didn’t know how to handle conflict, how to compromise, since she’d never experienced give and take. Likely, she thought that compromise meant she was being ordered around again, when that simply wasn’t the case. It really didn’t help that Guero too only had two modes, calm and easy, or flying off the handle. He was just like his dad in that respect; there was no in between. Either way, Lee knew she had to handle her reply very carefully.  

“Okay, I’m not saying all, but a lot of this is boiling down to you not liking hearing the word no, because it reminds you of a time when that was all you did hear. I also get it that you want to ask for things, now that you actually can. You deserve ‘em, sunshine! Ain’t nobody who does more than you after all you fuckin’ went through, but there’s a but here.” 

“And that is?” she asked, Lee pulling her cigarettes out and lighting up. 

“You gotta see you can’t expect everything to go your way. Guero is entitled to have his own opinions and if they don’t mesh with yours, you can’t fuckin’ blow up and demand of him. He isn’t Rocco, babe. Yeah, he can be bad tempered, but he ain’t trying to clip your wings, hold you down, bend you to his will, which is the way I think you’re taking it.” 

“Let’s use the car thing as an example. Him not wanting to take you all the way up to Anaheim to see a used car you’ve found, a near two-hour journey each way isn’t him being an asshole. I mean, you haven’t even fuckin’ got your learners permit yet! There’re stacks of cars closer to home for sale, too. That’s where you have to meet him halfway and compromise. It’s his time off, he doesn’t wanna spend nearly four hours of it on a fuckin’ motorcycle again when he could be just chilling out, enjoying his time with you in any number of other ways. C'mon, surely you can see that?” 

It wasn’t the reply she’d been expecting, but if Emma was brutally honest with herself, it was the one she needed to hear. Lee’s usual calm pragmatism, delivered in her no-nonsense, yet gentle fashion put a hole in her armour, one she needed to actually let in a little bit of sense. Butting heads with Guero, especially how fiery he was when pissed off, had done nothing but make her build a further wall.  

Emma realised she was being overly defensive and thus his perfectly reasonable refusal to let her have her own way wasn’t being met by any fairness from her, because it wasn’t getting through. She cringed internally at herself as the realisation of it smacked her.  

As if reading her thoughts, Lee continued. “I’ll add here too that you’re not solely in the wrong. Guero and his crazy little temper should know that yelling at you isn’t gonna solve shit. You’ve had too much yelling, but he struggles hanging onto his fire. He needs to dial it back, though.” 

The uncomfortableness began to subside, Emma realising it was time to put on her big girl pants. “I’m being a bit of a princess, aren’t I?” 

“Yup!”  

Moving out from behind the bike, she looked over to the clubhouse. “Think I might need to go apologise for my part.” 

Lee nodded. “Humble pie don’t taste too good, huh, sugar?”  

“Pretty damned bitter, buddy.” Lee threw her head back, pushing a soft fist against her shoulder, Emma walking over to the clubhouse. Angel and Bottles were outside, both looking at her with slight scepticism.  

“Is this about to be round two? Cuz’ my ears can’t take it,” the former asked, Emma shaking her head.  

“Nope, off to extend my apologies. Sorry to you guys, too, having to bear witness to our drama.” 

The men shared a sharp head turn in one another’s direction. “Yo, he gotta woman who says she’s sorry? Damn. Where’d I find myself one of those?” Angel announced, Bottles laughing as Emma crouched next to where they were loitering on the steps. 

She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing. “You might have one right here if he tells me to go fuck myself.” 

Angel snorted, reaching to pat her arm a few times. “He ain’t gonna do that, shut up. If he does, though...” He winked at her with a click of his tongue, Emma laughing, kissing his forehead. She really liked Angel. For all his wise assed bravado, he was actually one of the least threatening of the guys, one she gelled with more than others. Him, Gilly and Bottles were her people, she’d found in the six months she’d been in their lives for at that point.  

“Just kick him in the nuts if he starts yelling again, babe,” the latter spoke, Emma shaking her head and standing. 

“That isn’t conducive to calming things down.” 

Bottles sniffed, turning his head back to grin at her. “No, but it’d make me laugh.” His words made a little bit of the tension she carried melt, turning back to the doors and taking a deep breath before letting herself in.  

“I swear to fucking god, if you’re here to scream at me some more,” Guero began, turning from where he was sat at the bar with Bishop and EZ.  

“Can we talk?” 

He raised his eyebrows. “I can, but you just wanna fucking embarrass the living hell out of me with your yelling, so if it’s more of that, then no.” The two men he was sitting with slowly slinked away, not wanting to be right in the way of things if they blew up for a second time, Emma waiting until they’d retreated.  

“I’m sorry,” she began, reaching to stroke his forearms. The muscles stiffened on contact. “I’ve realised I was being a princess about things and not being reasonable. I need to compromise more, I see that now. I’m sorry I yelled at you, too. I love you, let’s get past it.”  

“Mm,” he hummed, rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth, his jaw flexing. “And you need to stop looking at me and seeing that dick who took your life away. I know that’s what you’re doing, and it offends the fuck outta me.” As it would, she thought, since her boyfriend was the very antithesis of Rocco in the way he treated her. “Alright. We’re good.” 

He looked and sounded the furthest thing from it. “No, we’re not. It’s written all over your face, how mad you are at me.” 

He shrugged with nonchalance. “Maybe that’s for you to deal with.”  

Oh, he wasn’t budging. When her man held a grudge, he truly did hang onto it with both hands and every single one of his teeth.  

She rolled her eyes, turning away. “Mother fucking Mary, you’re so stubborn.”  

Rather than fight against it because she didn’t like it, she decided to leave him to it. He’d calm down in his own time, she figured. Being an adult and accepting that was part of the process of being in a relationship was all she could do. She’d apologised, now it was up to him to either take it on board or need further time to simmer down a little more.  

Until then, she had bikes to work on, and outlaws to keep her entertained, especially later that afternoon when she stopped for a break and a cold beer. Angel, Bottles and Downer were her source of relief while she sat studying a Harley Davidson manual, familiarising herself with the set up. 

It was while she was reading about the engine configuration that Angel broke her concentration with his request. “You’re fuckin’, you’re... hey yo, Emma! Gimme a fancy word for rude.” 

“Impertinent,” she offered, Downer snorting. 

“Ain’t that when a dude can’t get his dick up?” 

Oh, he was walking right into it. “No, buddy. That’s impotent.” 

“Yeah, he’s that, too,” Bottles offered, his face alight with mischief. 

Angel laughed hard, swigging his beer. “Ain’t got shit to say to that, huh dog?” 

“You wouldn’t be nothin’ without your lil’ blonde dictionary over there! Bitch ass probably didn’t even finish high school!” 

“Fuck you, man. I finished!”  

“I didn’t, though. Didn’t even go, you know, with the whole kidnapped thing.” All three stared at her in disbelief. 

“Then how come you’re so well spoken?” Bottles asked, Emma shrugging. 

“I read books. Lots of them.” Just then, she felt a body slide behind hers, two familiar tattooed arms draping around her.  

“You know what one of those is, right Angel? Primitive version of Netflix.” After his amusing comment – with Angel not so amused by his sarcasm - Guero then leaned in close to her, tightening his arms and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry for being a bad-tempered ass, wasn’t all just you, baby.”  

Her hands clutched onto his forearms, stroking them as she turned to offer a kiss. “I appreciate that.” Her smile warmed him where he'd been feeling frosty, knowing that for his part, he needed to actually accept when someone was sorry instead of holding onto his grudge; even if that holding had only been for a couple of hours.   

As for Emma, she recognised it as an important part of her leading a normal life, not letting her past influence her present. It would be easier said than done, she supposed, not to let it happen, not to immediately think that every objection Guero made was an attempt at control. At least now thanks to Lee’s advice, she could see when she was doing it.  

Later that night, they spoke about it, Emma lying at one end of the bathtub, him at the other.  

“See I kinda think you’re still pissed at me, giving me the tap end of the tub,” he commented, Emma raising an eyebrow. 

“Excuse me, who decided to encroach on who’s bath time?”  

She had him there, Guero biting his lip as he pulled a face that made her giggle. “Yeah, alright.” Grabbing one of her feet, he began to rub them for her, a gesture appreciated since she’d been on them all day, running around the yard. “I meant what I said about you seeing me in the same light as that slimy fuck from your past, though. We can disagree without you immediately thinking I’m behaving like him. I get that it’s hard for you, but yeah. Try not to go there, alright?”  

“I will. Promise I will, honey,” she vouched. “I have a lot of shit to process, I guess. You’ve been so patient with me, too. I don’t blame you for getting pissed off.”  

He shrugged. “I ain’t perfect either, and I say I get it, that you have shit to process, but I guess I never really will truly understand it, what you have to deal with. I’m not pretending I will either, but yeah. I’ll try not to lose my shit and be so bad tempered with you while you do. Speaking of that, I gotta say it! You’re nearly as fucking explosive as I am. It’d be a turn on if it wasn’t directed at me.” He went to bite her toes, Emma snatching her foot away with a squeal. “I gotta new type, apparently. Sparky blondes. Sparky blondes whose feet I’m gonna bite.” 

“No!” she squeaked, Guero going for the other foot. 

“Yeah? Stop me.”  

Half the water in the tub was lost to the pursuit of bitten toes, Emma scream laughing, wrapping her legs around him eventually to prevent his onslaught, giving him a defiant look. “Now what are you going to do, hmm?”  

He looked her up and down, eyebrows fluttering suggestively. “You.” He leaned to kiss her, his body covering hers, more of the water sloshing out onto the floor. “Today started bad, let’s end it better, huh?”  

It ended a lot better, that was for certain. Even though the bathroom floor resembled that of a swimming pool once they were done.  

Later that night, as Guero slept at her side – and quietly for once – Emma lay back and played the day over in her head. While medication had eased her anxiety and worked to relieve her of the nightmares that had plagued her, there was much more work she needed to do on herself. While physically, she was far from Staten Island, mentally she was still there in how she was handling conflict.  

Turning to her side, she could just about make out her love from the light filtering through the tiny cracks in the blinds, both too busy enjoying one another some more once they’d made it out of the bathtub to bother closing them properly. He was her safe person, the one who’d literally found her, and the one who’d made her realise he was different to all she knew. She owed it to him to believe that, believe him.  

Speaking of Staten Island, while she and Guero slept, not two miles from their location a call came in from a resident of that very New York City borough.  

“Ezekiel, Rocco Lombardi.”  

Standing up, EZ walked from the clubhouse out into the quiet of the yard to take the call, the cooler night air wisping gently against his face, listening as he continued. “So, it’s been almost a year since our arrangement commenced, and things are running well. I’d like to propose a meet with you and your VP again, discuss something extra I intend to move along with our current consignment.” 

There it was. The other shoe Bishop had warned him about – and the same one Emma had spoken of months before - had finally dropped.  

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 15

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 15 ~ Unexpected

Andy 

Week 26 

We’ve been at Boston General for a few hours. The doctor immediately checked Leia in and hooked her up to a couple of machines. She was doing everything she could to remain calm, but the tears wouldn’t let up.  I am so angry at Monica for this. Why that woman can’t just be happy for her kids is beyond me.  It's times like these where I miss my mom. While she would have been skeptical because of the how, she knew the why and that would have been all that mattered. She loved Leia and knew about my unrequited love for her. She would have been thankful for our love and for her granddaughter.  

Fuck Monica for ruining this.  

Once the machines were one, we heard the best sound in the world: the fetal heart monitor. I swear there is not a sweeter sound than my daughter’s heartbeat. Hearing it nice and strong gave me the strength to let go of my anger and concentrate on my family. I was flooded with relief until I saw the tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Sweetheart?” 

“I thought I hurt her,” she cries. She leans her head into me, and I hold her. She sobs for a while, soaking my shirt with her tears. I do my best to soothe her, running my hand over her hair, kissing her head, reassuring her. “My queen, our princess is good.  She’s healthy and growing.” She hiccups as she starts to calm down.  

“Where is Luke?” 

“I think he went for a coffee. Let me find him. I will be right back.” I kiss her forehead and smile before I head out.  I know where Luke is. He texted me a few minutes ago and I know I need to help him before he goes on a spree. 

“Kyle, my sister has been admitted for monitoring and you want to excuse her behavior.... I don’t care. She has been so selfish when it comes to us... I get that you love her and she’s your wife, but she’s been our mother longer... if she is not going to apologize then she is not welcomed. I will not have her upset my sister when it puts her and my niece in danger.” He ended the call and looked at me with a fire, but it was mixed with sadness.  “She doesn’t think she did anything wrong.”  

My best friend looks defeated.  He should have been on a high, coming back from his first all-star game. Instead, he had to deal with his mother. “I’m sorry, brother. What can I do?” 

He shakes his head, not sure of the words to say. He looks up at me and his eyes are rimmed with tears. “I feel like I lost both my parents now.” A single tear falls, and I pull him into a hug. He sobs because I know, this is hard for him. He wants to be strong for Leia so I gave him this. 

“Let it out, buddy, its ok.  Just you and me, alright. Be weak here so you can be strong out there.” I just hold him, and he calms.  

“What did the doctors say?” He wipes the wetness from his eyes.  

“We can hear the baby. A nice strong heartbeat. I don’t know what the tests say yet. We’re waiting for the doctor to tell us but really Leia just wanted to know that she was ok.”  

Before Luke can say anything else, a nurse comes in. “Mr. Barber, Mr. Andrews?” 

“Yes?” 

“Miss Andrews asked if you could come in. The doctor wants to go over the results.”  

I nod and we make our way back to Leia’s room. I see her sitting up, rubbing her hand over her belly. I sit next to her on her bed and kiss her head. Luke takes his place standing on the other side of the bed. The doctor looks at his notes before he begins. “Leia, I talked to Dr. Sheppard, and we think we need to make some changes.”  

“Changes?” She squeaked.  

“Modified bed rest.  You don’t need to be in bed, but we would like you to rest as much as possible. No more highly stressed events, working, anything like that.”  

I frown. “She has to stop working?”  

“It would be recommended. Now, I know you are no longer flying but I would avoid traveling as much as possible. More time on the couch, baths, naps are recommended, until at least the 34th week.  By that time, the baby is much more developed and can be safely delivered.”  

“Ok,” she whispers. “Anything else?” 

“Plenty of fluids, maintain your diet, and we should get you to the home stretch. Eight weeks, ok. You will have weekly check ins now so we can check your blood pressure and we get a peek at Baby but otherwise, you are lady of leisure from now on.”  

“Thanks Doc,” I say. He leaves the room, and a nurse comes in. “I’m gonna get your discharge paperwork so we can get you home.”  

“Well, this sucks,” Leia says as she leans her head back. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I mean the Bruins said that if I had to go on early maternity leave, it wouldn’t be a problem but with my business...” 

“Why not hire someone to step in?” Luke says. “You could get one of the assistants to help you and maybe you can video conference for the really big meetings.”  

“You’re a genius, Lukey!” Leia wraps her arms around her brother. It's one problem solved until I remember we have a lot of road games coming up.  Our schedule had been home heavy until recently and now we need to hit the road.  

“What about when we are gone?” I ask. “Can Miranda stay with her?” 

“I don’t think it will be a problem. She works from home,” Luke says. “We’ll make sure you are taken care of Cubby, don’t you worry.”  

Week 27 

I’m packing my bag for the next road trip as my queen sits up in bed, reading a book.  “Whatcha reading, beautiful?” 

“Just a romance,” she says distractedly.  

“Oh yeah?” Now this piqued my interest. Leia has an affinity for dirty romances.  She thinks I don’t know this, but she’s left a couple of her books laying around and I got curious a couple of times.  Let me tell you, it has given me a few ideas for when she is no longer pregnant, and I can bend her body at my will. I glance at my watch and determine that I have some time.  

“Mmhmm.” She is deep in the story that she doesn’t see that I’m pulling off my shirt. I grasp her ankle and pull her down the bed. She squeaks and then moans as I run my hands up her legs. She’s just wearing one of my shirts and panties, making her look scrumptious. As I pull her down, the shirt rides up, exposing her belly and stopping right below her breasts. “Andy...” 

“Yes, darling?” I start to kiss around her belly, giving my daughter some kisses before I take her mom. I can feel her push against the skin, and I smile. Then I travel south, hearing Leia’s breath hitch at the sensation. “A problem, my love?” 

“N-no,” she replied as her body arched when my lips touched her clit. It was beautiful to see her so sensitive, responsive to every touch. I wasn’t rough with her. Every lick, every suckle, every kiss was soft and sweet, and it drove Leia wild. “Andy,” she cried, “more, please!” 

“Do you know how much I love feasting on you? Tasting you, owning you. This is my favorite place in the whole world.” I opened her up with my thumbs and drank her up. “God, why do you taste so good?” 

She whimpered and thrashed. I placed my hands on her hips to hold her steady. I lapped up and down, not wanting to stop until I felt her come apart.  I had asked the doctor if sex would be bad for her and the baby.  The doc had chuckled and said it would actually relax her more. I would be a bad partner and father if I didn’t do everything I could to make sure they were relaxed until she arrived.   

She began to chant my name as I worked faster but not harder. I was going to be on the road for the next twelve days so this was going to have to last for me. She could barely reach my head with her finger to pull me closer to her. I finally obliged and let my finger slide into her. She moans and I work her slit between my lips.  “C’mon baby, let me have it.”  

She cried out as her climax washed over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I could live in between her thighs. I worked her through her peak and slowed as I felt her body relax. “Andrew Steven Barber, you are trying to kill me.”  

“I would never do that sweetheart. Just needed something to remember you by while I’m alone on the road.” I crawled up to lay next to her and moved her hair out of her face.  She smiled softly before giving me a kiss.  I knew she was tasting herself, which is a move I find sexy as hell. She palmed my erection through my jeans, and I moaned. “Fuckkkk.” 

“So big,” Leia coos as she undoes my jeans and reaches into my boxer briefs. I head lulls back as she pumps my cock, making it harder. “I wish I could suck you off.” She pouts at me, but she knows the rules. Being on her knees is not good for her or the baby.  

“I know, baby.” I kiss around her neck and whisper to her, “tighter.” She grips me tighter, the added pressure mimicking her tight pussy. “Just like that,” I rasp.  

“Andy, I need you,” she moans. I’m quick to lay down and pull her onto my lap. She centers herself and slides down my erection with ease. “Oh my god,” she rolls her head back in a moan.  

“Just let me do the work, my queen.” I grip her hips and move her up and down my shaft as I pump my hips up to meet hers. Her breast bounce in front of my face and I can help but lick them as they move.  She keens at the sensation, her hands gripping my abs.  

It's not enough. I know I can feel how she wants it, harder and deeper. I carefully twist her onto her back, making sure I don’t put weight on her belly. I wrap her legs around me and push back in. I’m deeper now and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. I pump into, enjoying her cries as I reach down to stroke her clit and bring her to her release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”  

“Andy!” She detonates around me, squeezing me so hard that I follow behind her, shattering. I come so hard I see stars. I slow our movements but haven’t pulled out quite yet.  

“Are you ok, my queen?”  I look at her glassy eyes with a smirk.  

“I’m great,” she breathes. I pull out gently and then get a cloth to clean her up. I helped her back into some panties and a shirt. I jumped into the shower for a quick rinse and finished getting my bag together.  

“Do you have to go?” I turn to look at my love, who is pouting but also has tears in her eyes.  

“Baby,” I sighed as I went back to the bed to hold my girl. “What’s wrong?” 

“What if something happens while you’re gone? What if I lose...” 

“Sweetheart, don’t talk like that. You heard the doctors. Rest and limiting exertion is what’s going to help. Miranda will be here right after her meetings and she’s staying in the guest room. Coach already knows the situation so I can leave at a moment's notice if I need to.” I kiss her head. "Positive thoughts, ok?" 

“I’m gonna miss you.”  

“I’m gonna miss you too, my little queen. I’ll call as much as I can.” I kiss her softly and touch forehead. “Take care of yourself and my baby, ok? I love you.”  

“I love you.”  

Leia 

It's been two days since the boys left on their road trip. Rumor has it that Jeremy was not on the trip due to an injury.  When it was announced, Andy looked sad about it.  I didn’t ask, because it looked like the injury weighed on Andy’s mind.  

I’ve been working on easy stuff at our house. Andy hired a cleaning service so I wouldn’t strain or lift anything. The only thing I had put my foot down was him ordering me food every day. Cooking relaxes me and I didn’t want that to go away. So, I happily cook for Miranda and myself every day.  

Stella had been a little distant lately. She called and mentioned that she broke it off with the guy she had been seeing. She really liked him, and they had been going out for a couple of months. She just needed some time before she showed up here with ice cream and girl time.  

Hopefully, she will show up soon because Miranda has become a party planner monster. What party did you ask? 

Baby Andrews-Barber's baby shower.  

If I look at the guest list, it makes me nauseous. It's wedding sized. As in more than 100 people are being invited. I don’t think my brother knows the extent of her plans because he would have locked this down a while ago. But no, he didn’t. And now all of these people are being invited to his house.  

At least it's not mine.  

Teehee.  

Since Miranda is staying with me, every evening has been taken with party planning and decision making. Everyone knows we are having a girl, but I still don’t want just pink things. I decided on a pink and soft green theme. It's gonna be so cute.  

We were online, making a registry when the doorbell rang. I stood up carefully and went to answer the door.  

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

A/N: I have a few chapters written (purely for my indulgence) of what happened to Jeremy that got his off the road trip? Anyone interested?

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Jake x MC Smut One Shot

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Halloween. The gang head to the Aurora for Phil’s Halloween party. While their friends get wasted and dance up a storm, Jake and Manon battle for dominance. You never truly lose when orgasms are handed out like party favours 🤭

Before I hunker down to panic write smut for a challenge, I thought I’d do some for these two nymphos! As usual, this can be read without knowing the main story these two are from. It’s just smut; anyone can read it and not get lost. It's another dual POV; the names are bolded when it changes!

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Jake refused to believe Manon was wearing what his eyes were telling him she was wearing. She walked into the club like she owned the place. Black lycra hugged her curves like a second skin as she sauntered into the Aurora with Jessy and Lilly flanking her. Jessy wore cat whiskers, ears, and a tail. Lilly was Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, but he hadn’t a clue what Manon was supposed to be other than a pain in his ass or a fresh attempt to give him blue balls. Thigh-high patent leather boots with heels so sharp and tall she could use them as a weapon covered Manon’s toned legs, and a thick leather choker like a collar decorated her throat, drawing his eye and sparking memories of his hands in its place. He knew that was her intention, but it didn’t dull the effect it had on him. He stood stock still, hand gripping his glass too tightly, gaze locked on the wicked woman currently making Jessy toss her head back and laugh.

They didn’t celebrate Halloween the year before; all felt it was too soon after their shared ordeal. It felt like tempting fate to don disguises and party mere weeks after people died. As if she sensed his attention, Manon’s venom eyes latched onto his, and he shook his head once, just barely. No one else noticed, but Manon saw everything when it came to him and never forgot it. She knew everything he said and didn’t say, all that he did and wished he could do before it left his lips. Able to read his mind, he often worried, and she would giggle, wink, and refuse to answer the question whenever he asked if she could. She didn’t say a word, only blew him a kiss before putting her back to him, and he tossed the contents of his glass down his throat. If she was on one of her taunting missions, he’d need more than whisky to get through this night.

A rough hand clapped him on the shoulder. He slid his masked eyes to Dan and smiled lightly, nodding hello as the other man ordered them new drinks. He leaned closer, focusing on the trio of women as they joined Hannah, Thomas, Cleo, and Richy at a table in the corner. Cleo hadn’t bothered with a costume, so he wasn’t the only one without an elaborate getup.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you with that one,” Dan joked, dressed as Batman, and his eyes twinkled as he pushed a glass full of amber liquid to Jake.

Jake gave a wry chuckle, grinning as he said, “Don’t I know it...”

“What’s she supposed to be? A dominatrix?”

“I have no idea. She lives to fuck with me and get under my skin. I just go with it now.” Jake laughed, knowing damn well he delighted in her games and schemes to drive him mad.

Dan looked him up and down, brows furrowing, and Jake knew what he’d asked before it left his bristled mouth.

“And you? I’m drawing a blank.”

Jake wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and shoes completed the look. The black satin mask around his eyes kept slipping. It was annoying, but he had no choice in his outfit that night. 

“Manon left it out... As I said, I just go with it. It’s easier and usually works out well for me.”

Dan snorted, nearly choking on his drink as Jake sipped at his and relished the slow burn as he swallowed it. 

Manon kept one eye on the bar and the other on her friends. Jake and Dan laughed together, it made her heart happy to see Jake enjoying himself. Something about the mask she’d picked for him really did it for her, and she planned to convince him to keep it on when they got home, and he took out his frustration with her scandalous outfit on her willing body. Her dress was so short that she couldn’t bend down and had to be very careful how she sat, or she’d give everyone a show. It was worth it for the dark look in Jake’s lapis eyes when he spied her. There was no scary element to her costume. She’d had more than enough of myths and legends coming to life and had chosen to provoke the life out of her man instead. She was already three tequilas and a fruity cocktail down, and her buzz warmed her through as Jessy brought another round to the table. It was easy to ignore the curious eyes of the other patrons enjoying Phil’s Halloween party as they whispered about her and her friends. 

Hannah, who came in a matching Barbie and Ken costume with Thomas, seemed more aware of it than everyone else, and Manon took to giving those nameless folk dagger-filled stares each time their gaze landed on Hannah. They were a novelty whenever they ventured into Duskwood and Manon had two fists full of middle fingers for every judgmental encounter with a stranger in the quaint, twisted little town. Alcohol flowed too freely, voices rising in pitch and volume as the music played louder and the lights went off. A few souls immediately ran to dance, and Manon didn’t object when Jessy grabbed her hand and hauled her up, tottering on her high heels as she followed the excitable redhead. The alcohol made them stumble as they danced, the music a physical thing it was so heavy, a pulse on loudspeaker that matched the pounding of her blood as it roared through her. 

The others soon joined them along with people they didn’t know, and Manon chuckled as Richy tripped over his feet, trying to keep up with Jessy. Jake observed from the bar, catching her eye every time she looked over at him and it was like a lightning strike when their eyes met. She and Dan engaged in a terrible imitation of a line dance as Cleo and Lilly spun circles around them. Giggling and shrieking, Hannah shook her head at the two women and Jessy hissed at her, causing Lilly to cackle. Despite the chaos around her, her attention snagged on a scantily clad woman sidling up to Jake at the bar. Wearing the guise of a sexy nurse, the raven-haired woman reached out and slid her hand down Jake’s arm as Manon arched a brow. Jake had his back to her, whirling the instant she touched him, and his smile faltered as he greeted the woman and discreetly stepped back. Not deterred, the other woman flicked her hair over her shoulder and encroached on his space again. Manon saw red but waited. Jake could handle himself, but her hands curled as the brunette wouldn’t take the hint, and something predatory inside her opened an eye at the ownership in the woman’s touch as she patted his arm again. 

“Calm down, Nonbon,” Dan said in her ear, and she prided herself on not jumping as she turned to him. He went on, “Hackerman has it handled.”

Turning back to the bar, Jake was indeed pushing the woman’s hands away as she went in for another tease. Manon bit down on the inside of her cheek, catching Phil coming up from the basement with a crate in hand, and an enticing idea popped into her mind as the woman attempting to flirt with Jake walked away with a scowl on her pretty face. Manon crowed internally as Jake’s gaze zoned in on hers, and he lifted his glass to her. She licked her lips, held eye contact for a beat too long, and tilted her head toward the entrance to the basement. Not waiting for his response, she strode for it, heartbeat rising with every step down to the basement door. She had no doubt he’d follow her.

A pull like an invisible thread tethered them to each other, going loose as she lost sight of him then taut as he neared. Her blood raced, veins lighting up as desire clouded her mind. Her breathing quickened, her burgundy painted lips tingled as her mind skipped ahead and she wouldn’t allow him to stop her this time, would take him for all he had to remind him he was hers. Reaching the bottom, the echo of Jake’s footsteps as he descended matched the flickering pulse in her throat, and her mouth watered as she shouldered the heavy door open and slipped inside. She quickly pulled her underwear down and clenched it in hand, standing with her back to the wall beside the door as Jake stopped outside and drew in a deep breath. Lust and discontent at the woman’s audacity were a potent blend, heating her skin and making her reckless as the door slowly inched open.

Jake entered the dim basement, holding his breath. He sensed her before she grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the door hard enough it shook in its frame. Red light gilded her sharp features as she wasted no time and kissed him with enough aggression he knew she’d seen every skin-crawling moment of the stranger’s advances. The thought brought forth a smirk, demanding and forceful; she breached his mouth and kissed the liquor right off his smiling lips. His trousers were too tight, cock rapidly hardening as she rubbed against him and chased his tongue with hers, his fingers playing with the hem of her dress. The hinges rattled as she shoved a knee between his legs, mouth bruising his as his cock gave a painful twitch, harder than he’d ever been as she ground down on his thigh. He took hold of her hips and attempted to back her up to a table he saw before she was on him, but she firmly pushed his shoulders again, and he rocked into the door as her hand slid down the front of his pants, stroking over him and sending what remained of his blood straight to his cock.

Her scent was sugar, and spice, heaven and hell all wrapped up in one heady fragrance and he wanted to thank that woman for making her respond so boldly. A woman on a mission, she didn’t let him breathe or touch her, whatever had gotten into her, this was about him and he wasn’t about to tell her to stop. He tried again, gripping her hips and bending at the knee to lift her, but she broke away, maroon lips puffed by his as she lay a possessive hand over his pounding heart.

“You’re with me, or did you forget that?” She murmured, voice husky as her sea-glass eyes burned hot enough to scald him.

His knees weakened at her sudden show of dominance, head shaking as sense fled and animalistic lust took its place. His cock took all his brains when it took his blood. There was nothing but white noise in his head and he couldn’t hear the music upstairs anymore.

“You’re impossible to forget.” He said reverently, cupping her face to capture her lips in another kiss, but she didn’t allow it. Shaking out of his hold, her mouth was on his neck, leaving a trail of small nipping bites, marking him, claiming him for all the world to see. Something was shoved into his pocket but he soon forgot all about it.

Feverish fingers flicked the button of his pants open, and the zipper was pulled down. She pushed the trousers down over his ass before her hand dove inside his boxers and wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly then gently. Just another way for her to drive him insane and prod at his restraint. He was seconds away from bending her over and fucking her hard, but she gave him a slow blink and dropped to her knees, mouth opening as she stared up at him through her lashes. His mind eddied out, heart bouncing off his ribs as she took him into her hot mouth, cheeks hollowing as he hit the back of her throat and cursed. His head thudded back against the door as he let out a moan; she stroked the base of his cock as she sucked, mouth and hand moving in tandem to work him to the edge as fast as she could.

Tongue swirling, toe-curling suction, long, deep drags of her sanguine lips along his rigid length, and teasingly gentle teeth making him tremble and sink his hands into her silver hair, torn between pulling her off to feel her tight cunt around his cock and fucking her face. She didn’t make it easy to choose, and he was curious to see how far she’d take it before her own desire ate away at her control. He panted, frantic as her hands moved to grip his ass, fingers digging in as she encouraged him to rock his hips into her face, mouth tightening as she took it and didn’t choke like he feared. Her eyes watered as she held his gaze and hollowed her cheeks again. The crown of his cock hit the back of her throat, and an odd wolfish noise came free of his chest as she relaxed to take more of him. She was going to kill him or leave him unable to function. Either way, he was fucked.

Release already shimmered and pooled low in his spine; everything she was doing worked too well, and when she swallowed around his cock, his eyes crossed, and he reflexively tugged her hair, earning a muffled moan from her. He wanted to finish inside her, see her splinter and fall apart before he did, but she wouldn’t allow it. He was merely an observer as she somehow took him even deeper, lips nearly as tight as her cunt, throat constricting and relaxing around him, nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe, and it made a monster out of him. His head swam and short-circuited as she slowly began to bob over him, swallowing him down, a hand cupping and playing with his stones as he sobbed and shook helplessly. 

His vision narrowed, the world blurring as it whited out and black speckled the edges, gripping her head and rocking into her mouth so she took him impossibly deeper. Her defiant moan as he tried to push her away didn’t help matters, the sound so filthy and satisfying he wanted to record it as his cock jumped in her clever mouth and release swamped his system. She wouldn’t have it and tightened her lips so much he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. It rolled down his spine in rippling waves of flame, igniting every nerve as his body bowed over her, knees turning to water as he came violently down her throat. She took it all. Drank him down, draining him to the dregs as he groaned and growled her name. All of him felt as if someone had flain his skin and he was too exposed, so sensitive he could hardly stand the soft sweep of her tongue as she cleaned his cock of every drop before she finally released him and rose to her feet.

Her pink tongue snaked out, licking at a stray drop of cum at the corner of her mouth, her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she eyed his quaking form with eyes darker than a midnight sky. The hold she had on his heart and soul never wavered. He leaned weakly against the door, sure his legs would fail him if he moved away. His chest heaved, and sweat trickled down his neck as she finally spoke.

“The next time some woman puts her hands on you, Jake, remember this,” She purred and pushed him away from the door, leaving him staring at nothing as her clacking steps ascended the stairs. 

It took him longer than he’d ever admit to wrangle with his numb limbs and wait for his breathing to slow. There was no hope of calming himself down. He quickly tucked himself away, righting his trousers and smoothing shaky hands down his crumpled shirt. His mind still raced, spinning with all she’d done to him, and he did his best to act normal as he left the safety of the basement. A smoky chuckle slipped free as he followed her back to the bar and felt in his pocket to find she’d stuffed her underwear in it. She was an evil little thing. He stopped at the bar to order a double shot of something that burnt his throat as he threw it back and shuddered. Leaning heavily on the bar, Jake jumped as Jessy appeared at his elbow and demanded Phil make her something pretty. She looked him over, brows rising and head shaking. It was an expression that Jessy often wore when she was around him and Manon.

“You look like you lost a war with something that likes to bite,” The redhead said, cocking her head at his wrinkled clothes and kiss swollen mouth.

Jake chased his last shot with a vodka cola and laughed, “I lost a battle. The war hasn’t started yet,” He returned, eyes seeking Manon and catching her whispering to Richy as the man smiled and gestured toward Jessy. 

“I don’t think I want to know anything more, okay, Jake. You two have no shame. You’d make a fortune online. Let’s leave it at that!” She jested and thanked Phil when he handed her a bright pink drink with too many tiny umbrellas, a squiggly straw, and a sparkler. She was gone before Jake could summon a response. 

He watched her sit beside Richy and Manon, the latter smirking over at him as he noted the flush on her chest and the stiff way she held herself. He knew she would be soaked, utterly fired up, and primed to be fucked until she knew only his name. It wouldn’t take much, her emerald eyes smoldered and she couldn’t sit still, he could probably make her come just by talking to her. Still, he knew she would avoid him the rest of the night and drag out the anticipation until she couldn’t stand it. Beautiful but savage, she would string it out until she begged him to take over. But he couldn’t wait that long. She had a lesson to learn, and he would rejoice in teaching it as he sank his last drink and swiped the keys to Phil’s office from behind the bar when the man’s back was turned.

Manon was well aware she was playing a dangerous, risky game. But it was worth every second of nerve-straining anticipation as he prowled toward their table, a little ungraceful in his stride as he gave their friends a look that made them all clear off to the dancefloor. The power of bringing a man nearly twice her size to his knees with nothing but her mouth lay over her like a glowing shield as she watched his face harden. Manon grinned, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs to dull the burn between them as he braced his hands on the table and leaned until he loomed over her, masked eyes blown black with lust as they pinned her in place.

“Phil’s office. Five minutes.” He growled, and then he was gone while she blinked after his broad shoulders and bit back a whimper at the unyielding order.

He was a man of few words, but he knew how to wield every last one to fuck with her and make her a needy, whiny mess. She fucking loved it. Five minutes passed at a glacial speed. Every passing second was marked by her furious heartbeat and tapping fingers on the sticky tabletop. She staggered away from the table, glancing at her friends and Phil to ensure no one was paying attention as she escaped to meet Jake and pay the toll she owed for sucking the soul out of his body. His taste still lingered on her tongue, earthy and salty, and a tang of something she always associated with him. She’d been dying to know how he’d taste since they met. Jake always stopped her before he came, preferring to get on his knees for her, but his surprise worked to her advantage, and she finally made her selfish wish come true. The other woman was just the excuse she needed to make it happen, and she wanted him riled up and had hoped he would attack her the moment they were alone. She hadn’t anticipated this outcome, and her filthy mind and slick cunt couldn’t wait.

Phil’s office was up a short set of stairs. The music thumped through the floor as she neared the door, blood roaring in her ears and cheeks heating as she knocked before letting herself in. The thud of her heels on the carpet seemed over loud as she crossed the threshold, but her focus went to the man who held her black heart in golden hands. Jake, seated behind Phil’s desk, arms folded, muscles straining, and ankle crossing his knee, his heated gaze moved over her body like a caress. She locked the door behind her and moved to stand before him. Laughter and joyful cries seeped into the room from below, but she only had ears for him.

“What game are you playing, Manon?” He husked, those singular eyes blazing and filling with smoke as she gave an indolent shrug.

“One I believe I’m winning.” She said to make his mouth flatten, one glorious brow arching as she shifted on her feet.

“You sure about that? I don’t have to touch you to know how wet you are right now.”

Fuck, her thighs were slippery as she clamped them together and replied, “Hmm... What are you going to do about it, Jake?”

He crooked a finger and said two clipped words she followed like a lost puppy, “Come here.”

Rounding the desk, he dropped his foot and widened his legs so she could stand between them. The chair had no arms, he studied her and swiped his thumb along his bottom lip. His other hand patted his knee as he gave another order.

“Show me.”

Catching on, she lifted her leg, balancing her booted foot on his knee and letting her skirt roll up to expose herself to his searching gaze. Hunger, endless and roasting, glazed his eyes as he saw the state she was in after her show in the basement. It always affected her to make him feel as unhinged as he made her feel on a daily basis. 

Jake breathed her in and groaned, eyes tracking the droplet of essence trickling down her inner thigh. She wobbled as he reached under her dress, taunting her folds with a fingertip as he cursed and his eyes darkened to navy.

“You should have let me take care of that earlier,” He crooned, filling her empty cunt with two long fingers, and she nearly fell on her ass in shock, but his free arm snaked out and grabbed hold of her.

He gave her two twists of his fingers before pulling free of her and silently urged her to drop her foot to the floor. She held herself very still as he took his time looking her over and committing her to memory. His mind worked away behind his eyes, and she knew he was calculating how much time they had before someone came looking and what would send her over the edge fastest. Her dirty mind supplied many scenarios, each one filthier than the last but she held her tongue. She knew he’d made his mind up when his mouth quirked into a sinful smirk. 

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and something inside her perked up at the authority in his tone. 

Taking her time, testing his patience to the limit, she moved to stand behind him, sliding her hands under his chin to jerk his head back and kiss him upside down. Inelegant and messy, it was worth the surprise in his eyes before hers shut, and she let him lead the way. His beard scratched her skin, adding to the sensation coursing through her as the sound of a zipper broke through the bass beat thumping through the floor. She didn’t have to look to know he was palming his cock, she had seen the sight so many times she could conjure it instantly, but it didn’t stop the wanton moan from escaping as her imagination sparked vivid and beautiful. Her empty cunt clenched around nothing at the alluring mental image, more wetness stickied her thighs, and her battle for control fell apart with the stroke of his tongue in her mouth. 

Sensing he’d won, she bit his smiling lips and whined, a hand falling between her legs to toy with her clit as he wouldn’t do it for her. He hissed, breaking away as she shivered and circled that bundle of nerves to take the edge off. He batted her hand away, ignoring her cry of irritation.

“That’s it, come here,” his voice went lethally low, “Straddle me. Take it all at once.”

Swallowing hard, Manon knew he was fighting dirty, had secretly known taking the reins from him would lead to this, and only just managed to smother her pleased smile as she came around the side of him. Swinging her leg over his thighs, she peeled her skintight dress up to her hips, and her hands collared his neck, mimicking the choker around hers as he swallowed thickly. She hovered over him, hips quivering as he ran the fat head of his cock through her drenched folds and lined up with her entrance. Doing as told, she took him to the hilt in one sinuous stretching slide, body going rigid as her resisting muscles burned, and she felt him knocked too deep to breathe through the sensation like a charge under her skin. His hands held her down as her cunt pulsed around him, forcing herself to loosen to accommodate him and gritting her teeth as he held eye contact through her struggle. 

“Move.” He commanded once she softened enough to roll her hips and whimper her impatience. 

Jake knew she expected him to take charge, and he would, but first, it was time she learned her lesson, and he was nothing if not a studious teacher. Her cunt clasped him so tightly he couldn’t form thoughts, a perfect fit that always had him half way to release the moment he was inside, but he let none of it show as she moved over him. Slowly at first, lifting in a slow drag and dropping down with a slight wriggle, her vicious eyes flamed as they held his in thrall. He shoved the selfish part of him aside as she bounced and picked up her pace, her mouth falling open as she whined. Her boots caught his eye as her hands flexed around his throat and sent a bolt of fire straight to his cock, like a strippers and high enough that a fall would break something, but he’d be damned if they didn’t turn his blood molten as she pushed up in a taut slippery slide. His nails dug into her hips as he took control, slamming her back down hard enough her teeth rattled, and she yelped in a delicious blend of shock, pain, and pleasure. 

He helped her ride him, glorying in the silken glide of her inner walls around his rock-hard cock, and every little spasm they made felt like heaven. Capturing her mouth, he poured all the love and desire he felt for her into the kiss and knew she understood by how her fingers dove through his hair and pulled. Her familiar spiced scent heightened the desire coursing through his bones. Their bodies had always spoken to each other in a silent language, a complex tongue neither could speak on their own, pushing and pulling, electricity zipping between them as they moved. She was soaking wet, utterly saturated, as he lifted her off him, turned her around, and bent her over the desk.

“Hold on, Sweetheart,” Was all the warning he gave her before he sank inside her taut heat, and she scrabbled to find purchase on the desk. Fucking her on Phil’s desk had been his primary motivation for bringing her here. He still remembered those days when Phil asked Manon out or flirted with her in front of him. Payback made it all the sweeter, and he slowed his pace to breathe through the urge to come as Manon keened and griped at him to fuck her. Her boldness and eagerness to share her body with him never lost its potency. He couldn’t put a value high enough on the trust she so readily handed him and never pushed it farther than he knew she could take. An undercurrent of respect and great affection ran between them through all aspects of their lives, but never so tangible as during these encounters. She was hell in a hand basket, a whirlwind of fire and fight, and it was fucking fantastic.

Her grip on the desk slipped and slid as he pounded into her, deliberately tensing her inner walls to drag a ragged moan out of his throat, and he rewarded her with a sharp tap on the ass, smoothing his hand over the hurt so she rolled back to meet his thrust. It didn’t matter what life threw at them. They always had this. He spread her legs wider, wanting to see it as he split her pretty cunt in two, and she glistened like diamonds as she made no effort to hide herself, shameless for him. Her cries turned desperate as his thrusts turned shallow and slow, dragging it out and relishing in how much she needed him. His ego preened as her hands curled around the edge of the desk, knuckles bleaching white as he snapped his hips viciously and chuckled darkly as she pleaded with him to do it again. 

Manon resolved to deep-throat him more often if this was the result. Even when she lost, she never really felt like she had. No, every drag of his cock inside her dripping cunt felt like a win. It was building so fast, fire spiraling down her torso to settle low in her belly, and every brutal plunge of his cock only stoked the flames of her ardor. A tremor ricocheted through her and a high-pitched keening tore from her throat as he slammed into her and gave a grunt so rough her skin prickled with gooseflesh. Her inner walls fluttered, tensing herself to hold him captive as she drowned in sensation. He pushed down on her lower back, deepening her arch until her chest was flat to the table, and the angle changed, steeper now, hitting that spot within her that made her cries turn crazed. 

Every thrust hit more intensely than the last, wetness flooding from her as she clung to her sanity and vocally urged him on. He made her feel free, unleashed, and uninhibited in a way she never had before. Her usual need for total control dissolved when they were alone, and it made him all the more addictive, she was always chasing the high he could give her. It was all she could do to hold on as he fucked her, his grinding cock, the press of his fingers as they moved to toy with her clit, and his other hand bruised her hip. It didn’t take long for release to spark its warning. His growl when he felt it added gasoline to the fire, devouring her from the inside.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t forget that.” He rasped, each word punctuated by another savage snap of his hips.

A whine of pure distress left her then, cunt tensing and relaxing as he fucked her to the edge. The desk groaned under her hands as she clutched it to keep from melting to the floor. Jake’s low laugh as she shook her head didn’t help her calm down. Too much to take for long, she sobbed in relief as her orgasm broke violent and all-consuming, shouts from below drowned out her breathless wail. Her cunt possessively gripped his cock, his ragged moan music to her ears as she flailed under him. Chemistry or biology, she didn’t care what it was between them as long as he kept fucking her like he hated her. She couldn’t breathe, so overwhelmed and unable to form sentences, she babbled as sumptuous heat licked through her. Her entire body quivered and went boneless, every ripple of release dulling the sharp edges of her mind as he pounded her harder to join her in bliss. 

It dragged her orgasm out until it was torture to withstand, and when he cried her name, a warning and win, burying himself so deep it forced a scream past her teeth. The filthy feel of him cumming inside her, her shimmering orgasm, and his hands gripping her hips in a fierce hold, made it the best Halloween she’d ever had. Her noise of contentment blended with his whispered praise and words of worship as he slipped free of her still-flickering cunt and turned her around. His lips were on hers, his tongue licking at hers, bristling and biting as he nipped at her bottom lip and possessed her mouth so completely she couldn’t tell where she ended, and he began. Gasping for breath and unsteady on her feet, their kiss turned rough and ravenous, his low groans making her blood sing as he made sure she knew he loved her. 

His care for her was the most compelling thing about him. He could fuck her like she was his worst enemy, ordering her around and taunting her until she begged, make her hurt, but he always made sure she felt safe and loved after. She melted into him, smiling into the kiss as he blindly tugged her dress over her ass and grabbed handfuls of it once she was covered. He slowed it down, taking his time to undo her and make her heart grow wings with every tender brush of his tongue. His hands ran up and down her spine, massaging gently as she sighed happily. They kissed until she was sure he could go again, but they had pushed their luck enough, and she could wait until they got home. 

They righted the room and themselves as best they could, but her overbright eyes and the sheen of sweat on her skin would give her away. Secret smiles were shared as they checked the office for anything that would point to them. Leaving together, Jake locked the door, and they descended the stairs, the music was a solid wall of sound as he went to the bar, and she went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned to him, perched on a stool, Jake had a drink waiting for her, a sly smirk on his bearded mouth, and she didn’t hesitate to jump in his lap as they watched their friends enjoy themselves. Phil kept catching her eye, but she avoided him, wanting to giggle childishly at the thought of admitting what they’d done upstairs. 

Leaning her head on his shoulder as he stroked her hip with his thumb, she said, “I love you. I’ll win next time, though.” 

Jake’s laugh made her grin as he held her tighter and lowered his head to her ear. 

“We’ll see, Sweetheart. We’ll see. Love you, too.”

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[hackerqueen]

I wanna be yours

pairing: Jakexfem!MC

summary: This story is about what might have happened if MC and Jake were together with the group in a cabin in the woods (episode 9)

piece of story: MC was his private religion that he silently worshiped in his mind every day and every night. Every second of every fucking day. He was at her complete mercy, but somehow he didn't have the strength to fight it.

warnings: sexual content, light dom! jake, sub! MC

author's note: pls God forgive me

The air around them thickened rapidly. The girl was standing at the desk, on which there were already two laptops, the pale light of which illuminated the semi-darkness in which they were. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, she was extremely ashamed. She nibbled at the skin around her fingernail, waiting in tense silence for developments.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the boy who was standing a few meters in front of her. He was standing by the open window, letting in cool, refreshing air. She scanned his legs, which were covered with black jeans, his torso covered with a slightly too large black sweatshirt. He was dressed exactly as she imagined. She finally looked at his face and knew then that she had lost. His jaw was slightly clenched, his eyes were half-closed, and his thumb and forefinger pressed against the bridge of his nose. He was angry. She was sure of it.

She sighed again and decided to speak up.

– Jake, I know I broke my promise. I know I shouldn't be here. But… – She stopped, biting her lip. Her voice was hoarse and breaking slightly as she waited for his response. However, he was silent. – Richy may be dead. You and I know it well. These words hurt her heart deeply and she tried not to cry, but the black-haired man still decided not to speak. She was already irritated by it. – Jake, I know how much it hurt you to see photos from Michael's house. Seeing all those barrels, ropes… I…

With these words, his fingers left his nose and his eyes opened. She almost shivered at the piercingness of his blue eyes. They were filled mostly with anger, but also with something she couldn't name. He was looking directly at her, and she felt as if he was looking into her soul.

– I couldn't bear the thought of how much you were hurting, Jake. I know that when we looked at those photos, you were pretty sure Hannah was dead. That's why I came here. I came here to find your sister safe and sound so you don't have to suffer anymore.

The words flowed out of her like a waterfall. She was tired of the screams from earlier, followed by a tense silence. Before they were in one of the rooms, they argued for a long time. The screams that came out of their mouths hurt each other, but they both couldn't stop.

He shook his head slightly and moved closer to her.

– Haven't you thought about how I would feel if something happened to you here? If this asshole kidnapped you, imprisoned you, and god knows what else he did, and I had no idea why you stopped texting me back? Tell me, have you ever thought about it? – he asked quietly, his voice trembling with anger. Christ, it was bad. She had never seen Jake so nervous. Of course, she hadn't seen him at all before, but the messages made him seem composed and disciplined. - Answer me!

A wheezing breath left her mouth as she looked down at the ground again. She had no idea what the angry hacker looked like, but now she could only admit that she liked him more than ever before.

I'm starting to have serious problems with myself.

– No. – she replied quietly – I didn't think that it could end badly for me. I just wanted you to get your sister back!

– But I could have lose you!

With those words, she lifted her gaze, noticing how close Jake was to her. She had to look up because of the height difference between them. His piercing gaze filled with rage and concern sent shivers down her spine. She also saw how quickly he swallowed when he saw her gaze.

She shivered as she felt his soft hand touch her cheek gently. Now she could look closely at his eyes, which seemed to engulf her. They were beautiful. God, they were so beautiful she was sure they could end bloody, long wars. One look from him and he could have the whole world at his feet.

Well he had her for sure.

Ocean eyes, enchanting with their depth, soothed her like watching the waves at sunset. His sapphire eyes have since become her favorite color of all in the world.

But then she realized something else.

– Oh my God! You shouldn't risk yourself like this for me! What if, because of my stupidity, your pursuers find out where you are and...

He cut her off by saying her name. Her name on his lips sounded so soft, so perfect, that she couldn't control her thoughts, which imagined it in slightly different situations.

– Calm down, MC. For now, they are far from finding me.

– Why are you taking more care of me instead of yourself again? – she whispered, his grip on her cheek tightening

– And why did you come here to find Hannah? – he asked softly, his voice no longer full of anger

– I already said that. I did it for you, as stupid as it sounds. But also for them. – she pointed to the door behind which the whole group was bustling somewhere. – I also wanted to protect them.

– Honestly, I'd rather send them all to meet Michael than have it be you. - he admitted, and she felt her body temperature rise

Oh my god, I got lost in him so much.

– You would risk the lives of them just for one person? Why? – she asked quietly, biting her lip because she knew the answer. She knew he was as lost to her as she was to him, but she wanted to hear it from his lips. The same ones that she had been surreptitiously staring at, because for several long minutes she had wanted nothing more than to taste their taste.

– Because it's not just one life.. it's yours. – he replied, and she breathed right into his mouth.

Their hot breaths mingled together, and she felt Jake gently leaning toward her with a dying slowness. The tension around them, the quarrel, the confession of feelings, and above all the longing and the fact that this was the first time they could physically touch each other made the warmth between her legs steadily increase.

She felt like that kiss could save her. Take away all the stress, pain and care. At that moment, her soul, mind and most of all her body screamed only one thing: his name.

And when she felt the first touch of his soft lips against hers something loud boomed, one floor below. Jake lifted his face and MC opened her eyes. The bubble burst, but even so, she noticed the hacker shivering, his breathing quickening.

Was he really as excited as I was?

This thought brought a small smile to her face. The certainty that he was equally attracted to her physically as well as through the weeks of exchanging messages gave her confidence and boosted her ego pleasantly.

– Mmh MC, we really shouldn't be getting physical. – He mumbled and removed his hand from her face

A low murmur of disappointment escaped her lips. So many waiting and so many lonely nights without a single kiss?

Pull yourself together, pull yourself together. The whole group is waiting downstairs. You can't just lock yourself in a room with him and have fun.

But why not?

Well, if you put it that way, my dear hacker, you can be sure that you won't fall asleep today because of recurring thoughts of me.

* * *

When they came downstairs, everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them. She raised her eyebrows, trying not to show her rapid breathing and pulse. How much she wished they weren't here. If only she and Jake were here and the whole world around them didn't exist.

– What? – she asked annoyed at which Dan burst out laughing

– It was so loud at first, and then it was deathly quiet. We were wondering who would have to be buried in the garden. – he said in his usual tone that made her roll her eyes

She saw Lilly timidly watching Jake, which didn't surprise her at all. Just finding out she had a brother must have been a big deal for her, let alone discovering how hot and handsome he was.

STOP.

She had to high five her dirty thoughts again. Jake was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Starting with his athletic physique, because even through the sweatshirt his shoulder muscles were visible at certain moments, ending with his heavenly face and jet-black hair. A jaw that looked like Michelangelo himself had carved it, a straight nose, perfect pink lips, and those eyes. Eyes, that will haunt her every night.

– We're going to light a fire. Do you agree? – Jessy asked, giving the girl a small smile

The redhead looked even more radiant than in the photos, but her wide smile didn't reach her eyes. She knew that Richie's disappearance caused her so much pain and all she wanted at that moment was to see the happy sparkle in her eyes.

So even though she desperately wanted to continue her search for Hannah and Richie, she agreed. Because more than anything, she wanted to see Jessy happy again.

The redhead replied with an even wider smile. Jake mumbled something softly that sounded more like no than yes, but eventually walked outside with them.

How great was her disappointment when the object of her desires did not sit next to her. Brows furrowed, she looked around and saw that Jake had sat down at a safe distance from her, close to Lilly. She narrowed her eyes at the two of them as they were talking quietly, and the blonde seemed delighted.

Calm the fuck down, MC. It's his sister.

MC was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Dan and Jessy joining her. – Trouble in paradise? – the bearded man asked her with a sarcastic smile and Jessy slapped him on the shoulder. She rolled her eyes again, smiling slightly. Dan was like a brother to her, and honestly, she loved their relation. – For broken heart, I recommend whiskey with coke.

The redhead slapped him again, muttering something about how he should never drink again. However, the MC gladly accepted the glass with the drink from him, drinking it almost immediately.

* * *

Jake decided to separate himself from the MC, at least for an hour. He needed to reset his mind so that every time he looked at her, he wouldn't remember a time when they were in an empty room, lit only by his computer monitors, and all he wanted to do was touch her soft, big lips. He knew that the moment their lips touched, he wouldn't be able to control himself. It would be the beginning of the end for both of them.

So he sat next to the only person he felt any connection to. It was his sister, Lilly. The two of them sat there, the warmth of the fire warming his body pleasantly, but he felt that it was not the fire that warmed his heart. The real reason was that Lilly, a girl who had been faced with the hard fact that her father had cheated on her mother, and that betrayal had become her older brother, had totally accepted him. He expected the blonde to hate him. She won't want anything to do with him, she'll want to forget about it. None of these things happened. Lilly smiled fondly, told funny stories from her childhood, and waited for his opinion on various topics on which she spoke. He had never felt so comfortable with another human before. Of course, not including the MC who gave him hope that his life could look better. That his life doesn't have to be just constant survival, but real life. Lilly gave him a different kind of comfort. He felt like he really had a sister. He felt that she accepted him as her brother and cared for him. He felt like part of her family. He felt that Lilly was his family. The last time he felt something like this was when his mother was alive.

He pushed his mournful thoughts away, returning his mind to reality. Lilly seemed really excited because her mouth wouldn't close. He found it quite cute and was grateful that she felt comfortable around him and not awkward.

– You really like her, don't you?

Jake blinked a few times, considering his answer. Did he like her?

Sometimes it seemed to him even too much.

– Yes. – he replied quickly, feeling his cheeks heat up

Sometimes these feelings seemed to overwhelm him.

He couldn't help but look up at her silhouette. He found her immediately. She sat so that he could see her profile. And she... she was breathtaking. Literally. She was illuminated by the light of the bonfire, which only enhanced her unearthly beauty. He scanned her body with his eyes and could have sworn it had become his new private religion. Long legs, wide hips, narrow waist and roundness of her breasts. With her beauty and grace, she could compete with Aphrodite herself. He felt his blood start to boil dangerously, but he couldn't stop. Not when his gaze reached her face. Big lips the color of ripe raspberries that were now stretched into a wide smile. She was laughing. Her laughter was the most beautiful melody to his ears. Even though she was sitting quite far away, he could hear him. Then he realized that he was ready to do anything to hear her laugh every day. Because it was his favorite sound in the whole world.

Her brown hair was shiny and sparkled in the light from the fire. Christ, she was so beautiful. And her amber eyes... He could stare at them for hours. The color resembled the parchment of old books or the autumn forest. Looking into her eyes, he felt blind. Because then he couldn't see anything but her at all.

– I see that look. I think you're in love with her.

He clenched his jaw tight as he realized he'd been staring at her longer than he should have, and he'd been caught in the act.

Yes, MC was his private religion that he silently worshiped in his mind every day and every night. Every second of every fucking day. He was at her complete mercy, but somehow he didn't have the strength to fight it.

* * *

Softly humming an Arctic Monkeys song, she stood at the sink, rinsing an apple. Why did she want an apple? She had no fucking idea. Her foot was tapping the floor slowly to the beat of one of her favorite songs. She almost jumped when she heard movement behind her. She turned and was relieved to see Jake there, putting his plate on the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. He didn't really want to have any contact with her.

He avoided her gaze. He avoided her completely, which irritated her immensely. But if he wanted to play that way, she would obey his rules.

She started toward him, and the hacker seemed to freeze to death. It was quite funny. See how much he struggles not to pounce on her at the first opportunity. He thought he hid it well, but his eyes betrayed him. They were full of lust and frustration.

She needed him so much right now. She needed his hands all over her body. She wanted to know the texture and taste of his lips. She knew full well that she would end up masturbating to fantasizing about him today.

She came to a fairly close distance, and with one of her hands began to stroke the kitchen island standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Things we could do on it if no one else was here.

STOP!

– You were avoiding me, Jake. – she responded eventually with a sigh.

Jake stayed silent and sucked in a tense breath and casts a glance your way. – I avoided you as I, uh, Became easily distracted from your presence... even now. – he grunted, tearing his eyes away from you

He is so fucking adorable.

MC jumped up and sat on the counter, crossing her legs. She was cruel, she knew it, but she wanted to teach him a lesson. That he refused her, that he avoided her and fought something that couldn't be fought.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

She lift the apple to her lips, he seems to follow the fruit when she place it at her lips and take a bit. The sweet juice of the fruit falls upon her lips and she look down to his own. He gulped when the single drop lingered on her lip. Shit. Her mind began to imagine the dirtiest of things, the softness that was his black hair between her finger tip as she tugged on the strands, the image of his face between her legs as he looks up at her.

But she wanted to please him even more.

She wanted to hear her name come out of his mouth as some kind of whimper. She didn't want him to hold back, she wanted to give herself completely to him. She wanted him to know how much she trusted him, that her trust was so huge that she would literally do anything for him. She wanted to fall on her knees in front of him and give him such pleasure that no other girl had given him before. She wanted to be the one he would dream about at night. She wanted to be the one whose name would be uttered by him like the sweetest poison. She wanted to feel his strong hands around her throat as he took her whenever he wanted—

– You've got sauce on your cheek. – she said in a hoarse tone. Jake frowned from his lethargy and gave her a hazy look. She giggled slightly and jumped off the counter. – Here.

She rubbed his cheek with her thumb, then, keeping eye contact with him, took him into her mouth. She saw his eyes darken and his lips part slightly. Her stomach was now convulsing in sweet pain. She wanted him so much.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Does he want her the same way she wants him? The song in the background only made them hotter.

Their breaths merged again into one quick, trembling rhythm. MC almost moaned as she leaned in to consume his mouth.

– Ahem.

They jumped away from each other sharply as Thomas stared at them from the kitchen doorway. He seemed very embarrassed and avoided their eyes. MC tried not to laugh as Jake shot him murderous looks. MC enjoyed it twice as much because she knew how much Thomas was afraid of his brother-in-law. And after this situation, she was sure that this fear would triple.

– Did something happen? – the hacker asked, or rather growled at him, and Thomas shook his head nervously.

Just don't fucking laugh, MC.

– N-No, actually, we're going to play cards and I wanted to ask if you're up for it. – he choked out and the girl burst out laughing

Forgive me Hannah, but how did you end up with a guy like that?

– Sure, I'd love to. – she replied, moving towards the living room, and after a moment Jake joined her

* * *

It was real torture.

If hell existed, Jake could have sworn he had tasted it that night. The bitter, body-wrenching taste of the hellfire she'd ignited in him. Because only God knew how much he wanted her, especially then, in the kitchen.

Staring at her juice-moistened lips, he tried to hide his own erection. His thoughts were far from the right and polite ones. He hadn't dreamed of something as much as he did now of fucking her in a long time. He couldn't beat around the bush, he wanted it from the moment she asked his name. He then found her fascinating, which was true. The truest truth. He fantasized about her almost every night, wondering what her moans would sound like, or his name leaving her lips.

He wanted to make her scream them. He wanted to see tears on her face because of the excessive pleasure he was giving her. He wanted to cum inside her, make her his.

He knew full well that tonight he would end up masturbating to fantasizing about her.

And he knew full well that he himself had caused it. He stated that they should not get close physically because that would cause more problems than advantages. He knew what his life was like. He never knew if the next morning he would have to pack up the most important things and run away to the other side of the world. He didn't want to be the asshole who wrote her sweet promises, then get laid on the first meeting, and left her speechless in the morning. Thoughts of it kept recurring and temporarily inhibited his desires.

But wanting everyone else to hear her loud moans that prove that she is his and only his.

He almost wished Phil wasn't here.

He would love to see his face when he found out who was the only man who could give her such fulfillment.

Stop the fuck, Jake. It's fucking disgusting.

They were almost at the long table where everyone was already seated when she headed over to him.

– Good luck, Mr. Hacker. You'll need it to win against me. – she said in a low tone with a cheeky smile on her lips

– You have a very daring mouth. – he said, deflecting the baton, but her answer ignited the blood in his veins again

– It's very skilled too. If you don't believe, I can always show you in a quiet room somewhere. – she whispered so only he could hear and winked at him

He let out a shuddering breath and sat down next to Dan, who was giving him sarcastic smirks.

It's time to concentrate.

* * *

It's time to concentrate.

She made it her honor to win this game against the hacker. She thought about strategy, but she couldn't concentrate. She could still feel his eyes on her. He was focused on her chest which didn't surprise her. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, which still left a lot of room for the imagination. For the first time, the man's gaze on her body didn't bother her. However, she took her phone out of her pocket to annoy him even more.

MC: Stop undressing me with your eyes

She looked up at him, making an innocent face. He clenched his jaw, then took his phone out of his pocket and texted back without hesitation.

JAKE: And you stop looking at me like that

She smiled gently.

MC: Like what? ;)

The boy didn't manage to write her back because the game had started, but by the end of the round these two exchanged hot glances across the length of the table.

***

– I'm sure you miscalculated the points. What did you get in math at the end of high school? – the indignant MC asked Thomas, snatching the score sheet from him

– I think 3. But I can add 1 to 1 if you want to know. Jake won.

The girl fell into a chair, strutted. Not only was she sexually frustrated, but she also lost to a hacker, whom she wanted to piss off even more.

– So, now I wonder what our beloved hackerboy's reward will be. – Dan asked sarcastically, winking at her, which made her blush slightly. She raised her hand and extended her middle finger towards him. Jerk.

Jake seemed to get the hint too, because he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

–I think we should go to sleep now. It's after 2 a.m. and starting tomorrow, I'd like us to get back to the important stuff. – Jessy said and everyone agreed. – Jake, your room has a sofa instead of a bed. You'll have to pull it out. – Cleo said

He nodded softly and everyone went to their rooms. The MC room was, of course, opposite Jake. Is that a fucking joke or what?

As she closed the door to her room, a shaky breath left her mouth. She had had enough. This teasing with the hacker was supposed to be fun and a lesson for him, but now she was perfectly aware of how much she had brought herself to the brink of collapse. All she wanted was to come quickly, muffle her groan into the pillow, and go to sleep. After all, tomorrow they were all supposed to go back to-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Frightened, she opened them, and when she saw Jake there, she instinctively asked if something was wrong.

– MC, I need you. – he muttered, his eyes screaming. Her name.

Before she could answer, Jake entered her room and pulled her close. And then it all happened so fast she couldn't register when his lips landed on hers. She felt his kiss hard.

So desperate

So needy.

With this act, he completely took away her ability to breathe. She returned the kiss with just as much power and strength, or even more. After a moment, he turned her around and pressed her back against the door, closing the room. It wasn't the first kiss they'd imagined, but it was just as good, if not better.

He kissed her like no one had ever kissed her before. As if his life depended on it.

She felt as if in the desert, after many months of nagging drought, the longed-for rain came.

His hands tightened around her waist as his tongue slid over her bottom lip. She immediately let him in, starting a fight for dominance which she almost immediately lost.

So, you like domination, right?

Their breathing became short, uncontrollable, and ravenous. MC ran her hands over his arms, feeling the hardness of his muscles under her fingers. She finally tangled her fingers in the strands of his hair, pulling at him, making him growl softly.

His lips left hers as he moved them to her neck. Her head automatically tilted back as he sucked on the skin around her ear. She couldn't control her moan anymore, which was louder than she expected. She bit her lip, trying to silence her own urges.

– We have to be quiet. – she gasped, and in response he gently gritted his teeth against her skin. It was getting harder and harder to do.

– What if I want them to hear us? – he asked right into her ear. He wanted them to know they had no chance. He wanted them to know that she was his.

That one sentence made another mournful groan come out of the MC's mouth.

Jake returned to her lips, giving her another hungry kiss. His cool hands crawled under her shirt, sending goosebumps down her skin. Despite the coldness of his fingers, she felt it burn where he touched her. His touch sent electricity through her body.

Without waiting any longer, he took off her shirt and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He pulled away from her lips and looked at her breasts, now hidden only by a black lace bra. His trembling hands still stayed safe on her waist. She swallowed, took his hands in hers and brought them to her breast.

Jake gasped and squeezed her breasts, and she grunted contentedly. Her nipples hardened completely under his touch, which only caused the young hacker to get closer to the exposed skin on her neck again. MC arched her back, bringing her pelvis as close as possible to his, and then felt a hard erection digging into her hip. Their moans mingled with each other now, steadily turning up the temperature of the room.

– I want you so badly. – he gasped into her ear. – You have no idea how many times I have dreamed about this. About you.

Her chest was moving at a fast, unnatural pace as she tried desperately to breathe. Sweat ran down her back, and her lower abdomen convulsed in convulsions of pain.

She finally pushed him away from her slightly, and he gave her a hazy and confused look. She didn't push him away to say she changed her mind though, that would have been very cruel of her. She did it only to push him towards the bed, forcing him to sit on it. He was watching her carefully, and his gaze alone made her want to scream.

She was drowning in the blue of his eyes, but she wasn't asking for help. She was absorbed until her last breath. She's lost, but losing has never been so good.

At that moment, she believed that people wanted to lose because of his gaze.

There was a strange dominance radiating from him that she couldn't fight. Or maybe she didn't want to?

It was absolutely disgusting, she knew it. But she couldn't stop it. She couldn't help but want to please him, especially not when she noticed he wasn't wearing his hoodie anymore. He was wearing a tight black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Holy shit.

His sparkling eyes never left her. He stared at her with pure adoration and desire.

And when he saw where she was going, his slightly protruding Adam's apple quivered as he swallowed.

MC leaned down to be at the height of his neck. She began to place light kisses all the way down his neck and jaw until it reached his ear. She felt Jake hold back. She saw it when she had to show him that she wasn't afraid of his touch. That he could touch her anywhere.

– You don't have to be gentle with me. I like it when you're rough and definite. – she whispered sensually, sending shivers down his skin

The boy gasped, then tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her to him in a hot and lustful kiss. She immediately felt how stronger he became, which made her smile without breaking the kiss. Without further ado, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off him. She didn't mind it, it was known that tight shirts on men are extremely hot, but when she noticed the slightly outlined muscles of his arms, stomach and the letter V that was hiding behind the waistband of his pants, she could almost feel her underwear getting wet.

She kissed him one last time, then moved her kisses again to the young hacker's jaw, neck, collarbones, and torso. She could hear him struggling desperately for breath, his heart beating wildly. The soft gasps leaving his mouth made her squeeze her thighs tighter.

She slowly undid the zipper of his pants, accidentally hooking her hand on his engorged erection, which made him moan softly. She took off his pants along with his boxers, and then with agonizing slowness she began to descend to her knees, not breaking eye contact with the black-haired man. She was totally at his mercy, and every touch of her skin was like not enough heroin for her.

MC was a human of sin. She didn't believe in God, heaven or hell, but at that moment she had the feeling that one of the fallen angels was standing in front of her. And she swore that if hell existed and looked like this, she would not repent of any sin she had committed on earth.

And of them all, this one seemed the sweetest and the most poisonous at the same time. She fell to her knees before him, but never before had sin been so tempting and so good.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue to play with the head of his dick. As soon as he felt her wet lips, he growled throatily, unable to stop himself.

How thick are these walls?

– Shit, MC. You are making me crazy. – he gasped, and she smiled

She did it slowly at first. She loved teasing him. However, after a moment she closed it in her mouth, and another soft moan escaped his throat.

She began to do it faster and deeper, experimenting with how much she could take. She moved her head up and down quickly, licking and sucking on his dick. Jake was no longer holding back. One of his hands was gripping the sheet so tightly that his knuckles turned white. After a while, he tangled his other hand in MC's hair and helped her, and after a long moment he began to force her head to move faster and faster.

– You are fucking breathtaking. – He gasped, his moans getting louder. They were so sinful and so hot that she couldn't help pressing her hand against her clit. Even through the fabric of his pants, she sensed the wetness and desire for any kind of stimulation, so she moaned, sending vibrations along his cock. – Fuck.

He felt dangerously close. Her lips were too kind and her eyes too innocent when she made eye contact with him. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that this girl whose photos he admired, with whom he had been texting for several months, would look so beautiful in real life, especially when her throat was around his cock.

He didn't want to come this way. First he wanted to hear her desperate moans, like his now. So he tightened his hold on her hair and forced her to lift her head.

She gave him a confused look as he crashed into her mouth. He kissed her hard, and she kissed him back just as hard. They moaned into each other's mouths, learning the taste of each other's and their saliva. Jake bit her lip, and a loud whimpering sound came out of her mouth. It was because of it that the young hacker got out of bed and pressed against her with the heaviness of his body, forcing her to take a few steps back. She felt the desk behind her at the same time as the boy tightened his hands on her waist and gave her a lift. She sat on the surface of the counter, feeling Jake's cold hands unzip her jeans, then he and her underwear removed them from her legs. She breathed deeply. Now they were both naked. She felt him burn as he connected their lips again, his fingers tightening on her hips. She felt nothing but his touch. Time completely stopped, just like when they were writing about their meeting.

She couldn't take it anymore. She felt that now he was taking revenge on her for the few hours she had provoked him. She needed him. in her.

– Jake, please. – she begged against his lips, knowing how her pleading affected him. She noticed it while typing with him. Like when she asked him to tell her his name – Please, fuck me.

Without saying anything else, he entered her to the root. She almost screamed, arching her body. Jake broke the kiss, throwing his head back to moan almost as loud as hers.

– Oh my fucking God – he panted, pausing for a moment – Fuck, MC you feel fucking devine.

Another mournful sound escaped her throat, which she tried to muffle by biting her lip. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him back to her mouth. After a while, Jake began to move faster and faster inside her, and keeping silence became more and more difficult. She felt him so deeply that she knew her orgasm was very close.

He pulled away from her mouth and growled in her ear. – I want to hear you. Louder, MC. – he growled, his hot breath fanning her neck

And then she forgot where they were. She had forgotten that they were at the cottage in Duskwood with the rest of the group. Because from her throat began to grow louder and louder moans, similar to his. Jake was definitely not afraid to show his pleasure, which made her immensely happy and excited.

She tightened her legs around his waist as he thrust hard into her. She didn't know if she was still on earth or if she had died and gone to heaven, but she could have been literally anywhere in that moment. Heaven, hell or purgatory? What difference does it make when he's around?

Every piece of her skin bore his name.

Every piece of his skin bore her name.

Jake felt very close. Especially when her body tensed and reached her first orgasm.

– Fuck Jake! – she cried out in delight and her eyes rolled back

Not very gently, he grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him.

– Look into my eyes. – he whispered. She tried to comply with his request, but it was impossible due to the pleasure he was giving her. – Look into my eyes! – he said more imperiously, pressing his thumb to her lip.

However, she did. She looked him in the eye until the end. She stared into his eyes as he ruined her. When he made her his private art. She looked into his eyes, seeing the adoration he gave her.

At one point, Jake took her off the desk and moved her to the bed, filling her up again. The room smelled like sin, and they were both sure that if the Man without a face saw it, they'd both be dead.

She felt his cock swell inside her, so she tightened her leg grip so he wouldn't hesitate a second. She wanted him to fill her. She just wanted to be only his.

After a few more hard thrusts, Jake came deep inside her. The feeling was so good that MC came again. She no longer received any stimuli, she was totally absorbed in pleasure.

Their bodies were sweaty, eyelids closed and lips swollen. Their chests were sticking together, and a few damp brown strands of her hair were tangled on the liquid gold sheets.

That night, after several months of longing, Jake and MC became one. That night the world ceased to exist, to breathe. It was only them that night.

Hacker normalized his breathing a bit, stepped out of her, and collapsed into the seat next to her. They stared at the ceiling for several minutes, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. They both adjusted their breathing.

– Okay. – she said quietly in a hoarse tone, breaking the blissful silence

– Okay. – he replied with the same whisper, and she smiled slightly

After one more moment, the black-haired man got out of bed and put on his boxers, looking around as she thought in search of a shirt. MC frowned, guessing something was wrong.

– Jake? – she asked quietly, but he didn't answer her – Are you okay?

He swallowed hard, standing with his back to her. He turned to her, and she saw the hurt expression on his face.

– Jake, what happened? – she asked, not understanding what was going on. – You know you can talk to me.

Then questions started popping up in her mind. Did she disappoint him? Did he imagine her completely differently? Better?

– I…– he began, but he paused to clear his throat – I don't deserve you.

What?

– What? – she asked, staring at him in disbelief. – Come here.

He looked at her and she pointed to the seat next to her. She sat on the bed, aware of the nakedness of her body. It didn't matter then. Then his feelings were the most important.

The black-haired man sat next to her, not meeting her eyes. Until she touched his arm lightly, as if she was afraid of hurting him. She squeezed his skin gently to soothe him. Hacker looked her in the eye and sighed softly. Only then did she notice that he was shaking slightly.

– We... - I mean I... I shouldn't have let that happen. – he said quietly, hanging his head

– Do you think I'm not attractive? – she asked in a slightly broken voice

Boy let out a soft, bitter laugh that hung in the air between them.

– You think you're not attractive to me? MC, you are the most beautiful human I have ever seen in my entire life. – he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand

He looked tired. Very tired.

– The problem is, I know I should never have let that happen. You know perfectly well what my life is like, I'm wanted by the government, who at the first chance would like to kill me. And not in a nice way, by shooting me in the head. And just to remind you, they were already interested in you too. – MC opened her mouth to protest, but Jake wouldn't let her. – I've been kidding myself all this time, thinking I was able to keep you safe. I'm so selfish because I thought I was coming here to protect you, but that's bullshit. I came here to see you. Because every minute without seeing you was making me psychotic.

MC's lips were parted, unable to utter a word. This is the first time he has admitted that he has feelings for her in real life. And the way he said it made it ten times more intoxicating. He looked straight into her eyes, spoke with a sincerity she had never heard from anyone before. His gaze was filled with emotion. Mainly sadness, but also something else. Something she couldn't name.

They were so stupidly in love with each other.

– The truth is, I foolishly believed that my life could be different by jeopardizing your safety. I'm fucking selfish because I know you deserve better. Someone who will give you a stable, normal life. – he cleared his throat and his beautiful, electrifying blue eyes became glassy. This sight broke the heart of a young woman who shook her head violently. She took his face in her hands and forced him to pick it up. She looked at him with power, sadness and anger at the words he was saying.

– Haven't you thought about what I want? I don't not want a stable and normal life with anyone else but you. Damn, we're in this whole fucked up situation, we met through your sister's disappearance, and I don't understand what I feel. But I feel so much for you that I can't describe it in words. – she gasped and Jake swallowed. – It won't be easy, I know! But I can't imagine my life without you anymore. And think what you want, but after we find Hannah, I'll make sure you're a free man again. God, I'll turn the whole world upside down just for you to get your happy old life back. Because no one deserves happiness more than you, Jake.

She was breathing nervously because she wasn't used to talking about her feelings. Their cheeks were red. No one had ever looked at her with such awe and adoration as he did.

– So please give us a chance. – she whispered pleadingly, feeling tears under her eyelids

Jake wasn't thinking then. About the government, about the consequences, about the Man without a face. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. He inhaled their coconut scent, which seemed to soothe him. MC listened to the steady beating of his heart lulling her mind to sleep. Their chests were bare, but there was nothing erotic there at the moment. They felt as if in this hug, their souls were inextricably and eternally connected.

– I think I forgot what human contact felt like. – he croaked, and in response she began to play with the strands of his black, soft hair. She kissed his forehead, trying not to cry. The spoken phrase was so damn depressing.

– You said before that you don't understand how you feel. Me neither, MC. – he sighed very quietly. All the walls have come down. Only their naked, bare souls existed in that bed in Duskwood. – I want to understand, but I just can't explain it. I've never felt this before. I used to beg every day for my life to change, but I finally gave up hope. I became someone who preferred loneliness. And then you came into my life and... It's like you were the answer to all my prayers.

Those were the most beautiful words she had ever heard from someone.

– You are the promise i'm ready to keep.

Those were the last words she heard before falling asleep. For the first time in a very long time, both of them fell asleep and no nightmare woke them up. For the first time they fell asleep feeling safe.

* * *

Breakfast proceeded in a rather strange atmosphere. MC and Jake were sitting across from each other, exchanging quick and nervous smiles every now and then. Both of them were blushing, which was not like their yesterday's behavior. The tension between them was still there and grew steadily with every light touch of their hands as they reached for the same thing from the table.

– So Jake, how was the pull out? – Dan asked, grinning ironically

Jake choked on his orange juice, his cheeks burning brightly.

– W-What? – he replied nervously

– The sofa.

MC stared at her plate of pancakes, trying not to laugh.

– Good. – the young hacker said, then cleared his throat

–  I bet. *

*this dialogue is from stranger things!!

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No Light Without Darkness - Part Three

Part One / Part Two

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC - Request, dark, angst, mild smut NSFW 🔞

After the third day of no appearance, Sebastian had come to the conclusion that MC really had taken his words to heart and she would never return. He had meant it at the time, but as he sat and stared at his cell wall, he realised that he missed her daily chatter. She had been a glimpse of light, and now he found he wanted it back. Without it, the darkness was more suffocating than ever before.

....*....

The first thing MC noticed on waking was the stiffness. Her body felt like it had seized, her limbs uncooperative and heavy. She blinked against the light streaming in through a window, struggling to sit up. Where was she?

Hands pressed gently to her shoulders, urging her back against the pillows. It was a nurse from the look of her uniform, her face kind as she told MC to relax.

"Where am I?" MC croaked. "What happened?"

"You had an unfortunate accident and you are in St Mungos hospital. Now, lay back, you still need your rest." The nurse was firm but spoke kindly. "You took quite a hit from a barrage of curses, but you're healing up nicely. It's good to see you finally awake."

MC frowned, looking down at the bandages on her arms, the tight feel of one around her middle. "How long have I been here?"

"Almost a week, dear. Like I said, you took quite a hit."

MC's stomach clenched then rolled. Sebastian! She felt the nausea grip her and bolted upright. The nurse was quick and had a bowl to hand. It was over quickly, her stomach empty after days of being out cold.

MC trembled in her shock, memories beginning to surge in of the raid on the Ashwinder camp. It had gone bad, their numbers greater than anticipated. MC hadn't been on her best form, the call to finally go and drive them out coming the day after she had last been to Azkaban.

Her mind had been consumed with Sebastian, her concentration lacking from no sleep and emotional stress, and she had fucked up.

MC groaned and lay back against the pillows, exhausted. What a mess.

"When can I leave?" She asked. She needed to get to Sebastian. She had left him alone with all those Dementors, defenceless and in a terrible state.

The nurse gave her a stern look. "Not for a few days yet. And, dont even think about sneaking out of here. I know you Aurors, and I'm not going to stand for it."

After a long nap, MC awoke to the sight of Jenkins sitting in the chair next to her bed. MC saw the tight expression on her superior's face and felt her insides sink miserably. She was in so much trouble.

She moved to sit up. Jenkins stood and helped to adjust her pillows. He gave her a pained smile. "I've gotta say, MC. It's a bloody relief to see you awake. Thought we'd lost you there for a bit."

"I'm so sorry..."

Jenkins held his hand up, stopping her apologies. "Nope, none of that. Although, I have to say, you have been performing well below par recently. It's not like you to be so slack, which is why I paid a bit more attention to what's been going on."

"What do you mean?" MC shifted, getting comfortable.

"I was hoping you could tell me," Jenkins said. He sat in his chair, hands clasped. He gave her a look. "How about we start with an explanation as to why you've been sneaking into Azkaban prison to visit a prisoner named Sallow?"

MC gaped, her mouth dropping open in shock. He knew!? Oh my, she really was in trouble!

Jenkins frowned. "Yes, I know about your little visits. I took the liberty of looking in to this Sallow chap, wondering if perhaps he was a lead on the Ashwinder case, but no. It seems he is banged up for the murder of his own uncle, and, what's even more intriguing, he was one of your closest friends at Hogwarts School."

MC closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping as she sighed in defeat. Jenkins was well connected. He would have had no trouble digging up the information he wanted. He probably knew even more than he had said.

"Care to explain, MC?" Jenkins folded his arms.

MC looked at him. He didn't look angry, just curious. She nodded and took a steadying breath, and then she told him everything, from her arrival at Hogwarts, to meeting Sebastian, and their desire to cure Anne. It took a while to tell her story, especially when some parts had brought forth tears and she had to stop to catch her breath.

Jenkins listened intently, brow furrowed, asking a question every now and then. When MC finally finished, ending with her last visit to the prison and the state Sebastian had been in, she was wrung out, collapsing against the pillows with a sigh.

"I vaguely remember Solomon Sallow," Jenkins said. "Grumpy bastard he was. He left the force after some bad stuff went down, he got caught with his feet on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak. I'm not surprised he came down hard on youngsters like that, but it doesn't excuse murder, MC."

"Believe me, it was never the plan to kill him. I was so shocked when he began to attack us," she said. "But if Sebastian hadn't taken him down, then I wouldn't be here now, or it would be me in that prison instead, because Solomon had no intention of stopping. He would have killed me if Sebastian hadn't stopped him."

Jenkins nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, it does sound like a case of self defence. And two kids against an Auror no less. I don't like it. Something stinks here. Why didn't you stand witness before the Wizengamot?"

"I was a minor still, and a girl," MC said. "There was so much other stuff going on too, what with Ranrok and the loyalists, and Sebastian had been taken away before I even had a chance to try and explain. Professor Black wouldn't have another word said about it, already too concerned with covering up the fact that a student under his care had turned murderer."

Jenkins' face tightened further. "Hmm, I don't like this, it sounds like the whole thing was tidied up too quickly and neatly," he said. He leaned forward and gave her hand a pat. "Leave it with me. I'm going to do some more digging."

....*....

Footsteps at his cell door made Sebastian's head turn, a flicker of hope springing to life in his chest. Had she come back after all?

No, it wasn't her. The man who stood at his bars was tall, stern, dressed smartly and staring at Sebastian curiously. With a flick of his wand, the door slid free and he entered the cell.

Sebastian swallowed, shield firmly in place. He had never seen this man before and he was not a prison ward. He looked up at this stranger from his perch on the filthy bed.

"Well, Mr Sallow, you are a lucky man indeed," he said. "On your feet, son. You've got a trial to attend."

Sebastian's limbs jerked in shock. It was the only evidence he had heard the words spoken. His face remained blank. He stared at this stranger, finally convinced he had gone off the edge into craziness.

"I'm Jenkins. I'm head of the Auror department in London, and MC's boss," Jenkins said. "I reckon you might recognise her name."

Sebastian's chest began to rise and fall with quickened breaths. What was happening?

Jenkins leant forward to help Sebastian up. Sebastian immediately flinched, pressing up against the wall behind him. Jenkins held up both hands. "Alright, son, easy, it's alright," he said, calmly. "I'm not going to hurt you. But, I do need to shackle your wrists. I will escort you to the Ministry for the trial."

Sebastian blinked up at him. He licked his lips. "What trial?"

Jenkins gave him a wink. "We're going to get you out of here, son," he murmured, quietly. "Come on, up you get. There is a very anxious young lady waiting for you back in London."

....*....

Sweat beaded on Sebastian's brow as he stood inside a tight black cage in the centre of the court room. The benches arranged in a circular shape around him were filled with the robed officials of the Wizengamot. Their faces were a blur, a mass of colour that burned his eyes. Such noise and confusion were strange and he felt his shirt sticking to his back. He was hot, uncomfortable, overwhelmed. Unaccustomed to all these sensory stimulants.

The Minister banged the gavel on his desk and called order. Sebastian kept his gaze on the one person in the room he knew. MC looked beautiful, but pale, her face strained. There were purple shadows of exhaustion under her eyes. She looked unwell, her lips curving into a tremulous smile as she met his gaze. She nodded, trying to offer reassurance. Sebastian couldn't force his mouth to move to return that smile. He was still trying to process what today was throwing at him.

When it was time for MC to stand and give her statement, Sebastian felt his shield begin to tremble as she retold the events that had led to his imprisonment. Hearing her defend his actions made his eyes burn. Words like 'self defence' and 'neglected minor' being spoken around the room made a stray tear escape and track down his cheek.

When the time came for the court to vote, he watched as arms were raised in his favour. Disbelief shook him to the core.

When the Minister slammed his gavel down and declared that he was free to go, Sebastian felt his legs go weak. No more cell, no more darkness. How was this happening?

....*....

The sun was beginning to set as they left the Ministry. She had taken a very stunned Sebastian to her apartment to bathe and let him change. He hadn't spoken, and she didn't push him. She was here for him when he was ready and told him so.

He sat on the chair near her window, hair still damp from the bath and curling up around his face. He was looking out at the world, his eyes drinking in the life and bustle of London. MC couldn't help but stare at him, here, in her space.

She made him some dinner, and he ate a little of it, still not speaking any more than a polite, muttered thank you. She made light chatter for him to listen to, making sure he was comfortable. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the room, and tried to hide the way her hands were trembling. Having him here, safe, and in such close proximity was doing things to her heart.

At bedtime, she said he was welcome to sleep in the bed, but he shook his head. As she lay under the blankets, she peeked over at him in the chair, wide awake, still looking out her window.

"You won't disappear while I'm asleep, will you?" She asked.

"Where would I go?" His words were sad, lost.

"You're always welcome here. With me."

He swallowed and bowed his head. "You've done so much..." He put his hands over his face, a deep shuddering breath leaving him. "I'm out of that place. I'm..I'm really free."

MC slid quickly from the bed, padding softly across the room in her nightgown to kneel at his feet. "Yes, you're free," she said. "And I would do it all over again if I had to, Sebastian."

He removed his hands from his face and turned to her. "I owe you my life."

She gave him a little smirk. "Maybe I like having friends in my debt."

His gaze travelled over her face. "Friends?"

"If that's what you would like," she whispered. "I just want you to be able to find some happiness, Sebastian. You deserve it."

He didn't look convinced. But, he lifted a hand, his fingers hesitant as he reached out towards her. MC remained absolutely still as he brushed one finger tip across her forehead, sweeping her hair back a little. Goosebumps spread over her skin at the feather light touch.

He withdrew his hand and she couldn't help but feel disappointed. But, she had to be patient. She had to give him time.

For the next three days they found a little routine, simple, easy. Shared meals, quite time by her fire reading, she made small talk but let him set the pace. He wasn't ready to go out into the world yet and she wasn't going to force him.

"When do you return to work?" He asked her on the third evening.

"Jenkins told me to take as long as I need," she said. "He understands."

"You don't need to put your life on hold for me, MC," he said.

She stared at him. He was standing by the fire, watching the flames flicker and dance, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Swallowing down her nerves, she moved towards him. Tentatively, she slid her fingers into the hand that hung at his side. He looked down as she wrapped her fingers around his.

"My life isn't on hold, Seb," she said. "This is my life, and I want you in it. I always have."

"Because you love me," he said.

Her eyes lifted to meet his. His gaze was softer, the hardness was slowly fading from his face. The trauma was still there, but something was easing it. There was warmth in his eyes now as he looked at her.

She managed a shy smile. "Well, I broke the rules to come visit you, almost died because I couldn't stop thinking of you, and somehow, I managed to convince the Ministry to let you out. So, yes, I love you, Sebastian. I love you a whole lot."

He thought a moment. "You know, I remember the first time I ever really looked at you. There was this moment, when our eyes met, it was strange. I had this really odd feeling that you were going to have some kind of impact on me, I didn't know what at the time, but I guess it was this. You were going to save me, in more ways than one, and I'm not entirely sure I deserve it. But, I will take it all the same."

MC stared at him. It was the longest speech he had given since she had stumbled upon him in the prison that night. She squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Well, I think you deserve it."

His eyes shone with unshed tears. He placed his glass of whiskey on the mantelpiece and turned to fully face her.

Slowly, gently, he brushed his finger tips across her cheek, sliding his fingers into her unbound hair. His thumb caressed her cheek, savouring the feel of her skin. He bent to press his lips against hers in a feather light kiss before whispering against her mouth. "I love you."

She stared up into his eyes, their faces almost touching, the close proximity stealing her breath. "Don't sleep in the chair tonight," she whispered. "Come into the bed. With me."

His thumb brushed her lower lip. "I'm not sure if I will be able to," he rasped. "Having you so close like that...the temptation..."

She stepped backwards, pulling him with her by the hand, a smile curving her mouth. He let her tug him along, across the room towards her bed.

"MC..." There was a dark edge to his voice.

She held tight to his hand, refusing to let him go as she climbed up to kneel on the bed. She drew him close, her hand smoothing up his chest to his collar. "Kiss me," she ordered, softly.

His eyes burned into hers. She moved to pop the first button free on his shirt. She saw his throat work as he swallowed, a dark burn growing in his eyes. She felt the answering call of her own body. She wanted him, desperately.

His kiss was soft, a searching taste of her lips. She returned his kisses, her hands continuing to open his shirt. As she slid her palms over his bare chest, she parted her lips, welcoming him deeper. The soft swirl of his tongue against hers drew a low moan from her throat.

Slowly, almost reverently, he began to remove her clothes, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin as he exposed it. He trailed his fingers with devastating softness over her collar bone and down to caress her breasts. She arched into the touch, craving it, sighing with pleasure as he pressed his lips to her throat.

Laying with him brought a new sense of intimacy, their skin available to each other for soft touches and hot kisses. Sebastian trailed his hands over her scars, his mouth pressing soothing kisses against the old hurts. The feel of his body pressed against hers felt like the most natural thing in the world, she clung to him, desperate to wrap her warmth around him. A fierce need to protect him made her hands greedy, palms smoothing over his flesh, learning every hardness, every sensitive softness.

When he finally entered her, joining their bodies completely, she pulled his face down to hers, pressing kisses to him. Whispering her love to him through her moans of pleasure.

His intensity grew, his face tight with his need as he began to move faster. His fingers clutched at her, grip tight and hungry. His hips thrust harder, groans spilling from his parted mouth as she gripped his hips, tilting her pelvis to get just the right angle of friction. The sounds of their pleasure filled her room, the bed beneath them protesting under the urgency of their desire.

The sight of him so lost in her made the tightening coil of her pleasure snap, and she clenched around him, bearing down against his thrusts as she climaxed, his name ripped from her throat in a desperate cry.

He joined her, snapping his hips, before burying himself deep, his cock throbbing with violent release. He fell over her, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin. She held him, her fingers sliding lovingly through the tumble of brown locks on his head. She never wanted to let him go.

....*....

Over the next few weeks, Sebastian learned how to live again, and MC was his reason for all of it. The days became easier as his confidence grew, and the nights were spent lost in the heat of her embrace. He worshipped her, savouring the feel of her kiss, losing himself in the haze of desire that consumed him as he took her for his own.

Eventually he began to brave the outside world, one of the first stops being a trip to Ollivanders for a new wand. The bustle of the city was overwhelming at first, but soon he found himself linking up with old habits. The feel of a wand in his hand a huge step into finding himself.

One afternoon, MC held him close, tight, and Apparated them into the Forbidden Forest. Sebastian took a moment to savour the sights and sounds of the trees, the scent of Highland air, filling his lungs with it.

She led him to a clearing and took up a duelling stance. He lifted an eyebrow at her. "Oh, and what's this?"

She grinned, her face alight with excitement, her beauty hitting him full force. He always had got a kick out of watching her duel, the very stance she was in tickling the deepest pits of his lust.

"I thought we could have a little bit of fun," she said. She flicked her wand teasingly. "Come on, let's see if you've still got it."

The old, familiar buzz of a challenge rushed through him, and he slipped his wand out, adjusting it in his grip as he began to circle her. At the first cast she was keeping him on his toes. It had been a long time, his muscles were stiff and out of practise, and he was soon putting up a sweat as he defended against her. And she wasn't going easy on him either.

It felt good. He felt alive. As she hit him with Levioso, and then used Accio to tug him closer towards her, he began to laugh. The joy of the moment bubbled up and out of him, the sound of his laughter spreading out around the clearing. She grabbed at him, pulling him down until he was on the ground, her arms snaking about his waist. She smiled up at him, her face flushed and happy.

He felt a warm glow, a surge of delight at doing something he loved, of being with someone he loved.

"Marry me," he said. The words bursting from his mouth.

She looked surprised, her eyes widening, and then she was squeezing him tightly, her face buried against his chest as she burst into tears. "A thousand times, yes!" She cried.

He lifted her off her feet, swinging her around before crushing a fierce kiss to her lips.

That tiny part of himself that he had hidden so carefully was now filling him completely, his heart full with her, with the freedom of the air around him. Now, it was the shadows that he squeezed into the corner, for they would always be a part of him. Without those shadows, he wouldn't have this light. Without the darkness, he never would have found her again. And he knew, without a doubt, that there was no living without her.

He had been given a second chance and he didn't want to waste it. He would spend the rest of his life proving to her that he was worth the risk, that he was worthy of the love that she had shown him.

MC was his light in the darkness.

Thank you so much for reading! 💜

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The Beauty of the End Part 5: History - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

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Part One: Nashville - Riz makes a decision that affects your relationship in Nashville.

Part Two: Reckless - Taza and Neron realise that Riz is spiralling.

Part Three: Walk The Line - Taza calls you to get the truth about what happened between you and Riz.

Part 4: Bright - Vicki reminds Riz it's not all about him.

You don’t pick up the phone when he calls and Riz doesn’t blame you. When it goes straight to voicemail he doesn’t even bother to leave a message, he simply hangs up the phone and sighs. He tries to plan out his next steps in the shower but every avenue he looks down comes with a problem.

Access.

It’s not just as simple as picking up the phone anymore, if you block his calls, it’s not as if he can just turn up at your house. He’s lost track of your schedule over the past few months, he’s not even sure which city you’re in.

Those tickets at the box office, he would bet his life they aren’t even in his name anymore. Even then they only gave him access to the venue, with security the way it is, he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere hear you. He presses his palms to the cool tiles and hangs his head under the hot stream of water in an attempt to drown out the noise that resonates through his head.

He’s fucked up.

He’s ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to him because he can’t face the prospect of being rejected by someone that he loves.

He knows what this is about, but he hates the fact that it still fucking affects him even after all these years. The scars, they’re buried deep underneath the ridges of his skin but that time he spent in the orphanage in Mexico still stings. He knows his mother did what she thought was best, twenty-two with three kids, no man in the picture, too many mouths to feed… It wasn’t abandonment not really.

He was fifteen when he was cut loose, a few bucks to his name and a backpack. He knew his mother had a sister in the US so he’d made the trip under the cover of darkness and ended up here in Santo Padre, Vicki had just started up the brothel at that point. A wayward nephew had never factored into her plans. She had had taken him in anyway, putting him to work doing anything that needed doing around the house. Turning rooms over between clients, helping with the bar, keeping the appointment books and balancing the accounts.

He’d been a dropout ever since kindergarten, at least in the brothel he was productive. He’d learned from the best how to please a woman, how to listen to the sounds of her body, the heady echo of her moans. For the briefest moment in those exchanges, he felt like somebody loved him, that somebody wanted him. He forgot that love in his world was transactional. It took him a long time to accept that Vicki kept him around because she cares about him and not out of obligation.

“You’re surprisingly well adjusted.” You had told him as the two of you sat in the yard, sharing a spliff as the sun went down. Your feet were resting in his lap, his thumb caressing the hollow of your ankle before he leant over and handed you the joint.

“The MC helped balance me out.” He told you when he settled back into his seat. “It gave me the thing that I was missing, showed me that love and loyalty doesn’t have to come with stings. I think I have Taza to thank for that. He sponsored me, took me under his wing, he was the first person who really saw me for who I was and gave me that encouragement to grow as person and explore who I am.”

“He’s your MC dad.” You told him as you took a drag and he had laughed because he’s never thought about it like that. Taza’s the guy that calls him on his shit, sits with him when he’s low, he’s the one that taught him how to play guitar, that shared his love of music.

Taza always been there when Riz has needed it, despite the fact that Riz has done everything he can to fight it recently.

“Fuck.” He mutters, throwing his head back and using his palm to wipe the water from his face. Even when he’s an asshole, Taza’s still there, trying to help him put the pieces back together.

He’s barely set foot out of the shower when he hears the knock on his door. He almost ignores it. He doesn’t want to see anyone else tonight, he wants to get into his bed and scroll through pictures of the two of you on his phone the same way he has every other night since he ended things. He’s still clutching the towel to his waist when he answers the door and sees you standing there.

You still look as beautiful as the first day he saw you, that black silk dress hugging your form. Brown boots and a matching leather jacket thrown over your shoulders. Your suitcase is propped up next to you. In the background he sees Taza and Creeper idling in the van, Taza gives him a nod before he turns his head to Creeper and the two of them pull away from the curb.

He’s thought about what he wants to say so much over the past couple of hours, however now that you’re here the words just won’t come out. As your gaze shifts to the towel slung low around his hips, he realises this he’s still standing there at the front door, dripping wet and wearing next to nothing. It’s you that breaks the silence.

“Can I come in?”

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Just before the shadows fall. Part 3

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic. 18+ ONLY

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Y/N haven't seen Juice for several days and didn't hear from him either. It made her sick with anxiety, if everything was fine he would've been calling her or texting her all the time like he usually did. She knew guys were visiting some motorbike show and was trying to calm down by telling herself that Ortiz just was busy and had no chance to contact her, but she saw Happy that morning and he said they came back yesterday. Y/N tried to call her boy several times but he never picked up neither did he return the call. Worried, she didn't know what to do.

Juice promised her to think about talking to one of his brothers before he will decide what to tell Roosevelt, but Y/N didn't know what had Ortiz decided after all. She could only hope he didn't do anything stupid. Last time when she saw him Juice was nervous and lost, he hardly could think straight.

Finally when the last client left and Juice still didn't call back, Y/N headed to the clubhouse. She never been there before, Happy made it clear, he didn't want her to be too close to the MC. But now she couldn't care lerss, she had to find out what happened to Juice. If the only way was to pay Sons a visit, so be it.

Y/N parked her car next to the car service and looked around. She spotted Chibs in the garage and took a deep breath. Was it a good decision to talk to him about Juan Carlos? Will he really help? She didn't know this man too good, he only visited for a tattoo once, but Juice said the Scotsman was always good to him. If Juice didn't want to talk to his brother it could probably help if Y/N will.

She got out of her car and was about to come up to Chibs who still didn't notice her, but she suddenly felt someone gripping her arm and stopped, stunned with fear.

"What are you doing here?" Juice whispered and Y/N turned to him. She noticed bruises on his face and frowned.

"I was worried, boy, I've tryied to call you several times" She explained and tried to hug him, but Juice pulled away.

"Leave. I don't want to see you here... or see you at all" Juice was trying to sound like he didn't care, but Y/N saw the pain and fear in his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Juan Carlos? If you want to dump me at least have courage to explain why!" She felt her heart squeezing with pain, but was trying to hold back her tears.

"Fine. But not here" Juice sighed after couple of moments and headed towards the passenger's door.

Y/N noticed he was visibly limping on his way but decided to wait untill they get to her place before she will ask all the questions she had for Ortiz.

The drive was silent, neither Y/N nor Juice said a word on the way to her house. She wanted to touch him, hold his hand, but he was detached and tensed, so she decided to give him some space.

When the door behind them closed however Y/N turned to Juice and looked into his eyes, her palms on his cheeks. He tried to pull away again, but she didn't allow him to.

"Boy, please. Tell me what's going on" She pleaded, her thumbs carefully rubbing his skin.

"We need to break up" Juice whispered through his teeth trying to break the eye contact.

"Why?" Y/N was still cupping his face forcing Ortiz to look at her.

"It's getting too dangerous to be around the club. I don't want you to be hurt" He sighed and took her palms away from his face. "Just let me leave, okay? Don't make it even more complicated"

"If that's the only reason, Juan Carlos, I'm not leaving you. I don't care how dangerous it can be, I need you" Y/N felt dizzy, the only thought of loosing him made her heart break.

"Fuck, do you need to be so stubborn?" Juice rolled his eyes, faint smile forming on his lips.

"If you are stupid enough to think I will leave you so easily I have to be stubborn, boy" Y/N laughed and pulled him closer to herself to kiss him.

But Juice winced with pain and almost lost balance. He had to support himself against the wall. "Sorry... my leg" He explained.

"Fuck. What happened, Juan Carlos? You need to tell me everything" Y/N supported him and helped him to sit down on the couch "And what about Roosevelt? Did you talk to your brothers?"

"I... didn't" Juice let out a heavy sigh not looking at Y/N again. He seemed to feel guilty and even more lost than before.

"What did you tell Roosevelt then?" She still couldn't believe Juice could give his club out.

"I agreed to cooperate" The answer was almost inaudible, Juice was looking down at his palms.

"Fuck, boy! You have to talk to someone before it's too late, I'm sure something can be done, there's a way to get around the rules" Y/N sat down next to him and took his hand gently.

"It is too late, girl" After several moments of silence Juice turned to her, tears in his eyes were breaking her heart "I killed Miles today"

Y/N didn't know what to say, staring at Juice, still holding his hand. But he continued, now when he knew she won't leave him, he couldn't stop. As if he knew Y/N was the only person he could trust now, and needed to let it all out. Juice told her about the deal with Roosevelt, about the cocaine he took from the club and how Miles saw him when Ortiz was trying to bring the pack back to the storage.

Y/N wasn't even moving at first, but the more Juice was telling her, the closer she leaned to him, wrapping her arms around his body, stroking his head with her palm to ease his pain. Finally he fell silent, hiding his face on her chest, tears soaking her shirt. The helplessness and hopelessness were the only feelings both in Y/N's and Juice's soul, but they were holding each other tight, her trying to comfort him and him trying to hide from the reality in her embrace.

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Y/N sat up in her bed and gasped, trying to shake the feeling off of her. This dream was even more disturbing than the previous one. She felt sorrow and panic as if it was all real. She was still hearing every word Juice told her in the dream and it was tearing her heart apart. Poor boy, he was so scared, the weight of guilt so heavy on his shoulders. He was so confused, he didn't know what to do and what he'd done was terrifiying.

Chibs growled as he was waking up and looked at Y/N worried. He could see something was wrong with his wife but had no idea what could it be.

"Lass, what happened?" He said, his voice raspy, as Chibs carefully pulled her towards him and made her lay down.

"Just a nightmare, Filip, everything's fine" Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist, hiding her face on his chest. Her man was here with her, she loved him so much, she loved him since she was so young and they've been together for five years now. But now all she could think about was Juice and it was slowly driving her insane.

"Sleep, lass. It's only a dream, it can't hurt ye. I'm here, love, don't worry. Close yer eyes and have rest" Chibs was murmuring quietly stroking her hair and finally he fell asleep again.

Y/N carefully pulled away from him and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on, closed the door and leaned against it with her back, covering her lips with her palms to muffle her sobs, tears falling down uncontrollably as she dropped on the floor. She needed to let it all out now while no one could see her.

Sitting on the floor, Y/N was crying, wiping tears from her face with the back of her palms, it was hard to breath, hopelessness and despair overwhelming her every time she heard Juice's voice in her head again and again.

"What are you doing to me, why?" Y/N sobbed, trying to stop crying, to calm down. There was no answer of course, only darkness around.

She didn't know how long was she sitting fhere like this before the dream finally let her go, when the voice finally fell silent. Y/N stood up, heavily, pressed her palms against the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. In the dim light of the street lamp reaching through the window she saw the blue eyes and blond curly hair. She gasped and closed her eyes in fear. It couldn't be true, it was all just her imagination, nothing more. Y/N turned the light on and opened her eyes. There in the mirror was only her face, red swollen eyes, looking tired at her own reflection.

Y/N washed her face, allowing cold water to calm her down a little and went back to bed. She needed to pretend everything was fine tomorrow when Chibs would wake up. Before she understands why she kept seeing those dreams, there was no need to tell anyone.

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There was only one answer for this question but Y/N kept pushing it away. It couldn't be true. For the last several days since Juice told her about Miles, the drugs, feds, she was worried all the time. If he wasn't calling her or texting her in couple of hourse the panic was consuming her. But Juice usually was in touch all the time. Her being the only one who knew his secrets made him attached even more to her.

"Where are you, boy?" Y/N texted Juice for the tenth time that night, but had no reply. She tried to call him, but got no answer. They've been talking in the afternood and he said Clay wanted to talk to him. Sounded worried. What if, she thought, the club found out about all this shit with Roosevelt? What would they do to her boy?

But not tonight. It's been good eight hours since she heard his voice. She laid down on the couch and was staring at the ceiling blindly. There was nothing she could do. They agreed that it would be better to keep their relationships in secret. Well Juice insisted and Y/N didn't want to give him more reasons to worry. So she couldn't go to the clubhouse again. All she really could do was to wait.

When she opened her eyes it was morning and someone was knocking on the door persistently. Y/N stormed to the door and opened it not bothering to check who there was.

Juice was there, looking tired. He entered the room and closed the door, then turned to Y/N who was looking at him silent, unable to say a word.

All she could see was the big bruising on his neck and the new patch on his kutte. She shook her head and shrank back when Juice tried to hug her. Y/N could not believe what she saw. She knew what he did and knew why he did it, but it wasn't helping.

"Fuck, girl, I'm so sorry" Juice whispered, looking at her guilt in his eyes.

"How could you..." Y/N pressed her palm against her lips trying to hold back tears.

"I... It was too much" Juice looked down. He didn't know what to do.

"How could you think of leaving me, Juan Carlos?" She sobbed. Y/N was ready to support him, to comfort him, but this was breaking her heart.

"Don't leave me, boy. Please, I won't make it without you" She begged, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry... Y/N I was stupid, I know, I won't ever try to do this again. I promise. I'm lucky that it didn't work" Juice took her palm and pulled her towards himself.

"I won't... I just... Clay was telling me how proud he was, how I was such a worthy brother, how I proved my loyalty... He gave me this patch" Juice was explaining, pulling her to bedroom, where they sat down on bed still holding each other "And I... Y/N I betrayed them! I love them so much, it's all I have, this club and you. And I betrayed them out of fear to lose them. I couldn't bare the weight of this guilt especially after Clay told me all those things"

He was crying as well and Y/N raised her gaze at him, touching his cheek with her fingers. "You won't lose them, boy. And I can't lose you. Please, Juan Carlos... I love you"

It was the first time she said it and the moment was absolutely wrong but she didn't care. Y/N needed him to know. Maybe it would stop Juice from doing anything stupid again.

"I love you too, girl. I'm sorry, I promise I won't try to do it again" Juice sighed and cupped her face with his palms as gently as he could before he leaned closer to her and kissed her.

Kissing him back Y/N took his kutte off and laid it carefully on the bed. Then pulled away only to get rid of his t-shirt. Her palms sliding down his chest as she pressed her lips against his again. Soft moan escaping her throat.

There was no joy left for two of them, but they still had each other and needed to feel it now. Juice was undoing her shirt while his lips were traveling down her neck, as soft and gentle as he could.

It was all slow and tender, the way they were touching each other, loving each other, cherishing every moment they had.

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Y/N woke up but didn't want to open her eyes. It was too much! She was afraid to fall asleep every night, those dreams now coming too often. It's been only two days since she had a previous one and now this. What was worse, Chibs seemed to notice something was wrong with her and Y/N had no time between those dreams to put herself together.

"Lass, wake up, it's almost noon" She heard Chibs calling her quietly and groaned, pretending to be sleeping. She just wasn't ready to face him right now.

"Lass, please. What's going on?" Chibs sat down next to her and put his arm on her shoulder. Of course she couldn't trick him, he knew her better than anyone else.

"I couldn't sleep and now I feel exhausted" Y/N explained never opening her eyes.

"Okay, but have breakfast and then you can get more sleep" Filip leaned down and kissed her cheek gently.

"I'm not hungry" Y/N sighed. For the first time in her life she wanted Chibs to just go.

"I made breakfast for us. Myself. Do you really want to miss it?" Chibs smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N sighed and turned to him. He didn't deserve it, to be treated this way. Chibs loved his wife with everything he had in him and she knew it. "Okay, that's not fair, you know I can't miss it" She laughed gently and reached out to brush her palm against his cheek.

"Good. Let's go lass. I promise I will leave you alone after you have breakfast" Chibs caught her palm and pressed his lips against her soft skin.

"No way. You will be laying next to me being my pillow to hug" Y/N gave him a soft smile.

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