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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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KXANI - pt4

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 2.4k words, fem!avatar reader angst, lots of angst, reader is upset, tsu'tey is stupid, grace redemption arc, avatar 2009, tsu'tey not being as ooc LMAO

authors note: sorry it took so long y'all, ya girl has been working her ass off trying not to fail, also soz in advance for the angst. and if ur tag didn't work L idk how to fix that (i love u all)

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Jake woke from his link ready to harass you with a million questions. As the link pod opened he was already sitting up.

“Y/N! Are you going to explain why Tsu’tey was about to slit my throat cause of you?” Jake was wide-eyed and furious. He hopped himself back into his wheelchair so he could speak to you without yelling across the shuttle.

“What? What do you mean?” You were beyond confused. Tsu’tey did what? For you?

“He came up to me yelling about some shit! That I disrespected you and that I’d be better dead! Had his knife at me and everything!” Grace had walked into the commotion immediately taking action between you two yelling colleagues.

“Woah, woah, woah. Ok calm down before we lose another scientist.” She put her hands between the space between you and made space between the two of you.

“I didn’t tell Tsu’tey to do that! I have no idea why he acted like that.” Anxiety was cursing through your body as you switched between the fuming Jake and the confused Grace. Why did Tsu’tey do this? Was it to spite you? To get a rise out of Jake?

“You obviously told him something!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. Grace looked at you for confirmation, but you were persistently shaking your head.

“No. No! I just talked about being a scientist. That’s all.” Jake scoffed at you as Grace’s features grew even more concerned.

“Oh yeah, because the life of a scientist is totally enough to be THREATENED BY A WARRIOR. For fuck sake Y/N!” You were cowering from the man below you, you wanted to escape desperately, his fierce glares and Grace’s pained ones were all too much.

“Enough. We have research to log. Hurry up. Go!” Grace pulled Jake’s chair away as she stared at you to walk away from Jake. And that’s exactly what you did.

Rushing to the bunk bed you shared with Norm you climbed up and planted harshly onto the rough sheets. Curling yourself up into a ball, you tried to slow down your fast breathing as thoughts were rapidly entering your mind. You had to ask Tsu’tey.

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Rushing through Hometree you couldn’t find him anywhere. You had rummaged through ever crevice of the tree and you were left empty-handed.

Why would Tsu’tey do this? You understood he hated Jake, but you thought he’d at least be understanding. So why was he so adamant on ‘a dead Jakesully, is a good Jakesully.’ You had to understand his actions, you had to.

Your fast pace and concentrated look made the people give you a mountain of odd looks. You were growing frustrated, why was he nowhere to be seen?

Not being aware of your surroundings you ran headfirst into a firm body. There Neytiri stood looking down at you slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you stomping around like a child?”

“Oh!...I’m looking for Tsu’tey, have you seen him?” Neytiri scanned the room before her eyes went back to you.

“I believe he’s at the river, not in his best mood.” Frowning at her comment, you wondered what had upset him so much.

“Thankyou.” Bowing at her before you started rushing through the forest. You didn’t intend on running there but it just seemed to occur as your breath grew shaky and your heart beat faster.

You had now learnt your way through the forest. The endless vegetation no longer taking you for a loop. Now you knew exactly how to get to the man you demanded answers from.

There he sat at the edge of the riverbed. He was calm, peaceful. He stared up into the sky letting out a relaxed sigh.

Watching silently a seed of the tree of souls landed on his shoulder, he watched as it flew in front of him turning his gaze into the direction of you, a frown growing on his face.

“Why are you here? Go back.” He flicked his hand as his voice rumbled, he sounded angry, it wasn’t like you heard before though, it was directly at you.

“I need to talk to you. I was looking everywhere” Your breath still shaky as you panted out your words etching closer to him. He grimaced at your state as he contemplated his response.

“You shouldn’t have.” It was sharp and hurtful. He meant to say it like that, but watching the way your relieved expression faltered into a hurt one pained him.

“Well…you shouldn’t have threatened Jake.” You didn’t imagine you would ever step up to the tall man in front of you. But recently you felt as if he was someone you could share your concerns with, even those concerning him.

“Who are you to question my actions demon.” His lanky arms crossed against his toned body as his stature grew taller. His presence becoming more intimidating as his nostrils flared in anger.

“You upset him Tsu’tey! And you upset me.” He faltered at your words, it was a split second your saw guilt in his eyes before it flashed away again. You had never seen him so upset, he was growing more and more irritated by the second. It felt as if you were getting whiplash compared to his affection towards you yesterday.

“Why should I care what a demon feels?” He felt pained, and so did you. His words were growing harsher as was his glare. You started to back away from him, regretting ever opening your mouth.

“Well… I thought that you might of cared about me.” It was a quiet confession. One that as soon as you let it out you wanted to take it back immediately. To Tsu’tey it felt like a blade stabbing him in his heart as it escaped your mouth. His harsh glare faltered once again as he blinked rapidly. He did care. Eywa, he cared so fucking much. That’s why he was doing this. He can’t let his heart overrule his mind.

“And why would I think that? You are a demon. Bringing nothing but destruction and death.” You felt yourself shrinking as you watched him etch closer and closer to you.

“then why did you go after Jake then? If you don’t care about me!” It felt as if your heart was a pane of glass that was smashed against the floor.

He had no excuse for his behaviour towards Jake. He was angry, he was angry at Jake for treating you badly. He took your words and used them as a weapon towards Jake. He was angry because he cared about you.

“Such a demon thing to think the world revolves around you!” His voice was booming, he was seeing red but not with anger, it was his heart bleeding. “Go back. You don’t belong here.”

He saw it on your face. The slow blink to get rid of your tears. The shake in your chest and the way your swallowed any words you might of retaliated back. He saw the way you looked at him with betrayal.

“What was yesterday then?” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the stone faced man.

“A mistake.” Your lips quivered as you sucked your cheeks. He felt that familiar pang, but it wasn’t a pang anymore. It was a thrash.

He watched you turn with such speed that you almost toppled over. He watched you leave as fast as you came. He heard your sobs rack through the forest as you walked further and further away.

Soon they were washed away by the sound of rain pouring down. A sound he would usually cherish as it calmed him. But it no longer felt calming, it was deafening.

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Running back to Hometree you were tear-stricken. Your throat ached and so did your heart. You knew it was rich of you to assume he enjoyed your company, but it felt so nice to be appreciated.

Your disarray brought on the stares of hundreds including Grace’s. While she may have not been the kindest to you and she was aware of that. She was also aware how she underestimated you and dismissed you as your contributions were nothing compared to Jake’s. Yet, this morning she realised just how much she had underestimated you. You had cracked open the shell of Tsu’tey and she respected you for it.

So, when she saw you dishevelled, she couldn’t deny her concern.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Her fingers gripped onto your shoulder to bring you back down.

“Nothing. I just…I am alright.” She gave you the look.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“NO! No. Please just let me go.” Grace sighed giving you a pat on the back.

“C’mon kid, somethings bothering you.”

“Why would you care? You never did before?” Grace knew this was coming. She knew that she also deserved it.

“You’re crying. That’s why.” You scoffed at her, swatting her hand off you.

“I don’t need your pity. I just wanted your acknowledgement. And…the one person who was giving me that, has decided it was a mistake. So, I’d just appreciate if you don’t make that ‘mistake’ either.”

“Are you talking about Tsu’tey?” Grace was growing more concerned, she didn’t even realise the two of you had developed a special bond.

“I’ll see you in the lab, Dr. Augustine.” You spat at her, venom dripping off your tongue as you rushed off in the same direction you came, apologising to the people you had barged into in your fit of despair.

What had you done to deserve this? Were you truly unworthy of friendship? Were you imagining all those moments with Tsu’tey. The intimate silences, the small touches, the deep conversations and the concern he had for you. Where had they gone? Did he hit his head the night before?

Or maybe it was just as he said. You were a parasite. Maybe he never felt any of those things, you just took them from him. Was this all that you were? A parasite in a fake body.

But this body was most dear to you. You felt so connected to the people and the nature. What if it was just to Tsu’tey. Had you been greedy? Been like every other sky-person and taken this worlds beauty for your own benefit.

Tears fell as you were consumed by your thoughts. You were so conflicted. How did you belong nowhere? Not with humans, not with Na’vi and not with anyone.

Disrupted from your thoughts you heard two voices in the distance. Rushing to hide up in a tree you saw the bodies of the voices.

There was Jake and Neytiri, walking close together, talking as they planned there hunt. You watched the way they grazed upon each other. The way they would look at each other so lovingly, sharing giggles and touches. Waves of jealously crashed upon you.

You watched them both and couldn’t help but imagine it was you and Tsu’tey. That it was you two sharing glances and loving touches.

Your heart ached as you continued to watch them from afar. Your throat was tight the more they bonded, the more they loved. The ache in your heart was strong, the sting in your eyes was harsh as your fists were clenched.

At one point your feelings overtook you, because you were no longer fixated on the couple in front of you but the quiet words that left Neytiri’s mouth. “A clean kill…you are ready.”

You watched the two share a look, a look of knowing and a look of accomplishment. You couldn’t help but feel your chest thrash, he was ready?

Jake was becoming Omaticaya while you are being thrown out by the future Olo’eyktan. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t right! Your mind was foggy, and your heart stung. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay watching him succeeded right in front of you.

Leaving quietly, you returned to Hometree to lay in your hammock. You had enough of this day, it was best if you could just end it now.

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Tsu’tey laid in his hammock wide awake. The ache in his heart hadn’t gone way like he thought it would. He couldn’t love a demon, what would that make him? A traitor to his kind.

But the way you smiled, the way you cheered at the most minute things, the way you continued to love everything about him while he gave you nothing in return. He didn’t deserve the kindness you had bestowed upon him.

He longed for you. He longed to hold you and tell you he was sorry. That he confronted Jake because he was angry for you. That it was never a mistake, he loved every minute with you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached. That his heart felt bruised in your absence. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but think of your soft fingers wrapped around his torso. He couldn’t help but dream of that flight with you. He couldn’t help but mourn that it was the last time he’d ever feel your touch, or feel your love.

It was his own doing. He pushed you away. But he craved your touch and he craved your smile. He craved every single part of you, but he can’t have you.

He can’t feel this way. He is not allowed to feel this way. He has a mate, he has a duty, and he has people to serve. A demon can’t take that from him no matter how much he wanted that demon.

The sobs of your broken heart rung in his ears as he tried to fall asleep, but they didn’t escape him. He just wanted to forget this. Forget you.

He knew that you were hurting. He knew that the sky-people also hurt you just like they hurt him. He knew that he hurt you too.

He knew that you longed to be a Omaticaya, that you wanted nothing more to be able to provide and be useful.

He could see it in the way you paid attention to every syllable that exited his mouth. It was admirable how much you wanted to provide. He saw himself in you the way you wanted to serve. It made him recoil in on himself.

To be similar to a demon like you. But you weren’t a demon. Eywa, you were a beauty, a kind soul, the purest of spirits. You reminded him of a sacred seed. But you couldn’t be, and you would never be.

You weren’t Navi, you weren’t one of the people. You never could be with the way he wanted you.

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xhdream · 5 months

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caught red handed (18+)

pairings: non idol!gunil x fem!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni!

summary: you’re paired up with the nerdy, introverted guy from your class for a group project, only to find out you may have more in common with him than you thought

contains: nerdy loser gunil, dom!reader but nothing hardcore, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral sex (m/f), overstimulation (m), bondage (m), dirty talk, college setting

a/n: inspired by a spicy convo me and @n034sy had in the chat - dedicating this one to her ♡

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

Gunil slams his laptop shut, when you storm into his dorm room, without even knocking.

“Where’s your roommate?” You ask, taking off your jacket.

“Uhm, he has classes today.” Gunil responds in a restless tone, while not letting you out of sight, as you tour the small almost empty male room.

This isn’t the first boy room you visit in this dorm. Yet, you always find yourself scanning for something intriguing, before realising they’re all the same. You keep talking casually about the place, without giving too much thought to Gunil’s uneasy, almost, trembling like a lief posture.

His sweaty palms rub on the fabric of his pants, as he closely follows your light, quiet footsteps. He sighs in relief, when you sit down on his bed to open your bag.

“Should we start?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” He makes a few steps, before deciding to put away his laptop with red circles on his cheeks, that he prays to God you don’t notice.

“Oh, shit,” you sigh with a guilty pout on your face. “I forgot to bring my notes with me.” Gunil blinks at you with a rising concern. “Wait, I have them in my email. I can just log in from your computer and we’re good to go.”

You decisively toss your bag on the floor, then bounce from the bed towards Gunil’s small desk, but out of nowhere, he jumps in front of you, taking the laptop before you. You glance at the weirdly panicked way he holds it to his chest with both hands.

“I’m not gonna steal your fancy laptop, relax.” You giggle, and return to the same spot.

Gunil’s lips curl up, trying to force a smile very badly. He’s clearly embarrassed from his behaviour, so you try to change the subject.

“Anyways,” you let out a deep breath. “Let’s get to work. I have classes in the afternoon, I don’t have the whole day.”

“Oh, uhm… Sorry.” He looks around the small room, before sitting clumsily beside you. You eye up and down his stiff figure, and you’re almost sure you see fear in his eyes.

After sitting several seconds next to you, Gunil decides to move his position, as far as possible. Sadly the bed is for one person, so he couldn’t distance himself that far as he would’ve liked to. You look at him amused from the other side of the mattress.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” he says quietly, placing the computer on his lap.

You always knew he was shy, introverted and kind of a classic game obsessed loser, but you had no idea it was that bad. At least he could show more excitement from the fact you were here. No other girl from your class would be willing to waste her time like this.

“Then why are you running away from me?” You ask, coming closer, which results in Gunil moving a pillow, so he can lean almost sideways against the wall.

“I-I’m not.”

You follow his gawky gestures, as he tries to position the computer in a way you cannot peek at the screen. Could he be more obvious?

“Are you hiding something?”

“N-no, it’s nothing.” He stutters.

“You are,” you squint with your eyes suspiciously. “What are you hiding there?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Gunil’s voice trembles harder with every word, as he becomes more irritated from the way you keep on insisting.

You grin widely, moving next to him. The blue sheets shuffle under your body while you sit on your knees. The boy’s cheeks flush from being so close to you all of a sudden. Sweet scent of perfume tickles his nose, while he tries his best to control his breathing. For the first time he feels such a close presence of a pretty girl being next to him.

You decide that Gunil needs a push, so you take off the excited grin of your face.

“Open it then,” you say boldly through teeth, gazing at his side profile.

You suck on your bottom lip, as you wait for any reaction.

He’s handsome, you realise. You’ve never taken the time to look at Gunil closely before, however, now that you stand here next to him, shoulder to shoulder, you notice that his nicely sharp features are attractive. His lips have a sexy sensual shape, that makes you come to the conclusion that with some practice he could be a good kisser. And his ams… You’re surprised to see muscles, very nicely formed from the white shirt he’s wearing under a striped knitted vest.

His brown hair falls in his eyes, as his hand roams nervously over the laptop. Without hesitation you pull the device from his lap, and immediately open it as fast as you can.

The screen lights up in your face when Gunil’s body comes on top of you, trying to shut it off.

“Stop,” you shout in amusement. “Let me see!”

Because his computer runs fast, you’re glad to see the internet browser opening without a problem after you click enter. Your excitement rises in your chest, as your eyes scan the porn site he’s been entertaining himself with, before you come here.

The video starts playing, and it doesn’t take long for you to gasp. A provocative scene of a naked man on his knees, being slapped on the face multiple times, makes something in your body flutter in surprise, as you’ve never would’ve guessed a guy like Gunil would be into this kind of perversions. The man begs to lick the woman hovering over him, promising her that after he makes her cum with his tongue, he’ll make her cum again from his big cock. She giggles erotically, before shoving his head between her legs. The lewd, sloppy noises fill the room, making Gunil cover his red ears from embarrassment.

“Turn it off,” he begs. “Please…”

You chuckle, putting the video on pause. Turning around, while still laying on your elbows, you find Gunil nervously pacing around with hands inside his pockets, but when he feels your gaze on his body, he picks up one of his pillows, sits on the corner of the bed and buries his face in it.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he mumbles, making you laugh out loud.

“Don’t be such a little kid.”

Your laidback and confident personality only intimidates Gunil more, making everything even worse right now. Also, what if you tell someone about this? His heart drops from the sudden thought of anyone finding out. You probably will, he assumes, and there’s nothing he can do to stop you.

“I watch porn sometimes too,” you add and Gunil doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re speaking through a cheeky smile. “Everyone does.”

Suddenly Gunil’s panting starts to normalise, but he’s still not sure what to do or to say. He feels so exposed, and the fact it’s in front of the most beautiful and wanted girl from class makes everything feel like a fever dream.

While he contemplates on the situation, Gunil flinches from a sudden touch. When he looks up from the pillow to turn around, he sees your feet pressing into his thigh.

“Do you know that you will look so much better without that vest?” Your voice comes out in a lower than your usual tone.

Gunil swallows, trying to think the question through, but your leg that keeps stroking his thigh is so distracting. His vision suddenly gets blurry, as he stares at your toenails through the black thin tights, that formed your leg so charmingly. Warm pressure starts growing in his underwear, making his entire body freeze in one place. He immediately tries to cover it with his hand, but not very successfully. Again, he’s too obvious.

“I haven’t thought about… that.” He answers cautiously, after clearing his throat.

“I’m sure you haven’t thought about a lot of things.”

You slide your body down a little, so you can get closer to him, causing more of your thighs to reveal underneath your skirt. Your leg rubs on Gunil’s crotch, making him gasp from the unexpected friction. He was so nervous, and you could only imagine how needy he was. For touch. For release.

“You’re more attractive than you realise, Goo Gunil.”

The seductive change in your tone blasts in Gunil’s head like a fire alarm he wanted to turn off, but couldn’t. Why are you doing this? he asks himself over and over again.

You sit up, while your right leg is still upon his lap, your left one - behind his back, trapping him like a dog in a cage.

“Did you cum?” You ask innocently.

“W-what?” He exclaims almost outraged. “No… No, I didn’t do anything.”

“Poor, baby boy,” you coo through a pout, stroking his toned biceps with your fingers. He definitely goes to the gym. “Y/N ruined his fun.”

You squeeze his muscle lightly through the clothing, imagining how he’d look without it.

“Take off that vest. I hate it.”

Gunil looks at you for the first time in awhile. His face is tizzy, and you can read the clear confusion and uncertainty all over his features. His pretty lips are slightly parted, releasing heavy breaths.

He stands on his feet, after you raise a brow at him.

“See, that’s so much better already,” you state when you see the vest coming off, messing up his hair. “You may have better grades than me, but I know a lot of other fun things, that you don’t.”

Gunil watches you, from the centre of the room, feeling on edge. How you move around in his bed where he sleeps every night, how you distort his own bed sheets. His laptop is still there open next to you with the filthy image glaring at him. His mind starts uncontrollably drifting to other places… What porn do you watch, and do you touch yourself while doing it too?

He squeezes lips, fixing the colar of his shirt.

“For example, I know you have a hot body, that a lot of girls would love to fuck if you’re just more confident in yourself.”

“What are y-you saying right now…” Gunil exhales deeply, and you see the way his fitted shirt emphasises his chest.

“I’m saying that I want to suck you off,” you spit out, and get on your knees. “Before I make you eat me out like that.” You point at his bright screen.

Gunil couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, nor the sight of you taking off your top in front of him. Everything seemed like a sick illusion.

“Come here,” you purr, reaching with one hand.

You immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, getting heated, as more of his skin reveals at you.

At this point Gunil is speechless from your sudden interest in him. Too much thoughts are tangling in his mind, making it all foggy, and all of them revolve around you - the greedy unfamiliar way you look at his body, your irresistible boobs held by your lace bra he desperately needs to suck on. Simply the fact you want to blow him.

When his shirt is finally off, you stick out your tongue, and trace it onto Gunil’s toned stomach. With hands around his waist, you lick from his lower tummy all the way up to his chest, placing a few smooches here and there. You hear his heartbeat racing through his warm skin, while you move to his left nipple to gently suck on it. You learn he’s sensitive after you hear a soft moan, when you playfully bite it.

“These abs must look really nice after you paint them with cum,” you speak out lowly, while your fingertips shape circles, causing him goosebumps. You can’t get enough, so you continue covering his stomach with pretty scarlet marks.

You look up at him, sinfully through your long lashes, when you decide to move onto removing his belt.

“Don’t hold back your moans from me. I love it when boys whine.”

The words make Gunil’s insides swirl, but he manages to mumble a response.

“I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

Your lips curl up when you free him at once from the repressing underwear. A trail of drool almost runs from the corner of your mouth, when you see his cock bounce up, once you slid the fabric down his legs. It’s thick, and a lot bigger than you expected it to be.

“Mmm…” you hum, eyeing it a little closer. Gunil’s eyes widen, not sure what to make of your reaction. “It’s so pretty… and big.”

“Is that… good?” He asks with a doubtful note.

“It’s perfect.”

Gunil gnaws at his lips, intoxicated by the look of his erection pointing right at your gorgeous face. You take it in your gentle fist, brushing the salty tip on your wet lips, enjoying the feeling of his veins against your skin. This makes Gunil’s head spin like a spiral, and he shuts his eyes. Until you speak up again.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” You slap your tongue with the flushed head of his cock, making his jaw drop.

You didn’t have the patience to wait for a response, which wasn’t a problem. His answer was already pulsing into your tight fist; delicately dripping precum between your fingers.

When you slide it in your mouth, Gunil is no longer humming awkwardly above you. While you move your head back and forth, twirling your tongue around his thick length, and your wrist around what’s left of his base, he turns into a groaning mess. He has to tug on your hair, so he doesn’t collapse on the ground. He promised himself that he’ll keep his emotions under control, that he’ll not make a fool of himself again in front of you, but his mind went blank the second his cock hit your throat for the first time.

“O-oh my… ‘m gonna…” His half-shut eyes watch you pull out his member just in time, leaving him with an open jaw, whimpering and shaky. “F-fuck, I-…”

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” You tease him by cupping his sensitive balls. “Already?”

“Mm, I-I can’t help it…”

“Fuck my mouth first.” Gunil blinks at your glinting from spit mouth. “Fast,” you add in a bold tone. “And don’t stop unless you don’t want your cum in my tummy.”

After he’s deep in your mouth, Gunil’s hips gradually pick up a steady quick pace, as his hands are wrapped around your head, holding you in place like a sex doll. His cock is throbbing desperately for release, while he jerks sloppily into your face, getting absolutely absorbed in the unfamiliar feeling. With his right leg up on the bed, aiming for harder deeper spots in your throat, his abs clench at the way your small mouth expands to meet his every thrust. The lewd noises emerging from your throat mix with the loud smacking of his hardening ballsack against your chin, causing his upper body to fall forward from overwhelming pleasure.

His jerk off sessions cannot compare even slightly to the euphoric experience of being in a real mouth, especially an experienced like yours.

Gunil’s voice gets louder, as it doesn’t take him too long to reach his peak, and higher pitched when he feels your gags vibrating nicely around his squirting head. He doesn’t rush into pulling away, instead, he waits for the thrill to wind down, as you warm him up. You focus on breathing through your nose, soaking the sheets with spit, as the last drip of his hot cum slides down your throat.

“That was pretty good, baby boy.” You speak up trough your own heavy panting, after Gunil empties your mouth. You stick out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all to the last drop. “How does my throat feel?”

He watches you, lightheaded, how you lightly lick your upper lip with the tip of your tongue. There’s a little bit of a mess left on your chin, a slick mixture of cum and spit. He’s eager to lick it all off, but something is holding him back.

“So… nice.. amazing.”

“I think it would feel even better if it’s inside my pussy.” You say, removing your bra. “Do you agree?”

Gunil’s woozy gaze moves from your bare breasts to your hips, where your fingers unzip your skirt. You toss the clothing to the floor, and stay sat on the mattress, only in your black transparent tights, letting Gunil to take a nice look of you.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” You ask him, wiping off the sticky leftovers of his cum from your mouth. Gunil shakes his head, too mesmerised by your actions to speak out. When you make sure your fingers have enough of the mixed juices, you massage one of your nipples until it’s wet and sloppy, watching the boy in front of you, getting lost in your motions.

Even before you’ve removed your hand from your boob, Gunil was already on his knees, crawling between your legs like a puppy. He opens his mouth, and sticks his tongue out to lick everything off. You feel goosebumps covering the skin of your arms, when your nipple perks up from his tongue, causing Gunil to smooch it whole with his lips.

“Ahh, yes, baby, lick it all off. That’s it.” You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the muffled sounds of his moaning against your skin. “Mm, poor baby boy, must feel nice finally having a nipple to suck on, you must be so, so horny.” You take his free hand, moving it on your right breast. Gunil immediately begins squeezing it like a stuffed toy, without pulling his mouth from the other. “Bite on my nipple.” You moan, as Gunil’s spit drips down your neckline, all the way down to your bellybutton. “Harder,” you pull on his hair, emphasising your need. When you feel his teeth grip on your hardened nipple stronger, you feel the familiar warmth, spreading like wildfire in your lower region. “Mmm, yeah, that’s what I wanted. You’re so obedient, baby.” You pull away his face from you, by gripping his chin. “Now get on the bed for me.”

You eagerly climb up on Gunil’s body when his bare back hits the mattress, and you press your lips onto his. His hands hang loosely in the air, not sure where to go, before you take his wrists, and pin them above his head.

Warm thrill shoots through your body, when you playfully rub your still clothed cunt on his tight stomach. You had no idea you’d end up so turned on when you started this, but here you are - grinding on his body just like you did on your pillow during your high school days. You can feel yourself only getting wetter, the more you look at his pretty sweating face, framed from his two firm muscled arms. He looks strong, like he can pound into you with hours, holding you in a headlock, while your insides get ruined from his cock, and you know he’s capable of doing that, but he doesn’t know it yet.

You’re the only one, that can get this side of him out, but not today.

Right now, you need to see him fall apart.

“You have to return me the favour now.” You say against his open mouth.

A breathy moan escapes your mouth, after you feel his desperate attempt to shove his tongue through. You wait for it to travel around yours, so eagerly and pushy, before pulling away with a string of spit connecting your mouths.

“Have you eaten pussy before?” You lick off the spit of his chin.

Gunil tilts his head, looking away embarrassed. On the moment, you snap at him by grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“No!” Your manicure presses into his cheeks. “You will look at me when I speak to you, do you hear me?”

Gunil nods, locking eyes with yours. He feels his cock twitching as a result of your demands.

“I want to see in your eyes how much you want me.” You let go of his hands, after one last suck on his neck.

A sudden ripping sound caughts Gunil’s attention only to find your nails going right through the fabric of your tights. He swallows, staring at your now exposed panties. Your vagina is sitting on top of his lower abs, and that suddenly makes him not want to stay still anymore.

“I-I want to…” He hesitates a little before continuing his thought. “Can I touch you?”

You grin approvingly at his sudden involvement. You reach behind your back with a drop of spit in your palm, to grab his cock, that just got relaxed and much softer. Its perfect girth feels so nice when you hold it, and you can’t stop daydreaming of having it inside you.

“Where do you want to touch?” You ask, stroking the length slowly. Squeezing just a little when you reach the red tip. It immediately starts twitching, suddenly forced to bare a new wave of stimulation.

“Aah… ‘m…” Gunil’s words roll off his tongue incoherently, making him even more attractive in your eyes. “Everywhere,” he tries raising his deep voice, hoping to sound more assertive, but it just comes out like the rest of his whining.

“That’s not specific enough, honey.”

He makes an attempt to sit up, when the edging becomes too overwhelming, but you immediately stop him by pressing your free hand to his chest.

“I didn’t say you could move yet.”

You chuckle loudly when he drops back down with a defeated look in his face. His lips are getting puffier from constantly biting on them, as your hand slides up and down his stiffening cock in an unbearable speed.

“Here,” you tell him, leaving his cock to drop on his lower tummy, and position yourself above Gunil’s face. You pull your panties to the side, hovering over his mouth. The warm breath coming from his parted lips, brushes against your wet pussy, sending shivers down your spine. His breathing alone makes your hole clench in desire, and you couldn’t believe it. “Make me feel good with that pretty mouth, and I will let your hands touch me wherever you want. But for now, keep them away.”

Sweet relief flows through your body, when you finally feel the attention you’ve been so badly craving. Just as you expected, Gunil starts slow. His tongue moves nervously with little kitten licks between your lips. It feels nice, but only that… while you needed more. You’re just about to speak up, helping him out, when you feel his lips pressing against your folds harder, while his full tongue shoots pleasure right into the sweet knot, that waits to be crushed, making you gasp in surprise.

Noticing the change in your reactions, Gunil repeats the same motions, but with more pressure on your clit. He sucks on it, stimulating the sensitive ball of nerves, before pulling away to catch his breath, then returning to make out with your pussy. He spreaded your lips with his mouth beforehand, as much as he could without the help of his fingers, which were now gripping the sheets with knuckles turning white. You cannot help, but mewl in higher volumes, as he begins slurping on the increasing wetness. Those were the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life, and he didn’t want them to stop.

“Fuck, Gunil, h-how…” You throw your head back from the unexpected satisfaction, that keeps on building up. “You’re doing so good… just like that, y-yes.”

Gunil’s fingers grip tightly in response to your praises, and your thighs trembling harder around his head. He feels the urge to squeeze on them as firmly as he could, but his submission to you was stronger, so he controlled his emotions. However, the way you so sensually rolled your sweet lips against his face like a porn star, made him wish he could grab and eat you whole. It seems the more he has of you, the thirstier he gets, which causes his tongue to become increasingly aggressive, making your hips dance in the same rhythm.

“O-oh my god, someone’s greedy…” You pull on his hair, while grinding on his flattened tongue harder, rolling your eyes back at your skull. “Good boy, mmm… you’re being so good for me, baby. Fuck, eat me up with that pretty tongue, just like that…”

Your dirty talk was the last straw for Gunil, and he doesn’t think twice. His hands grab onto your ragged tights, and rip everything apart, before you even have the time to notice.

“Gunil!” You gasp, looking down at him. Your hips freeze in one place. “What are y-“ The sudden feel of your exposed butt cheeks being roughly grasped on makes your question fall through your lips in a weak whimper.

Gunil’s now filled hands grip, squeeze and smush your cheeks, as if he was a little kid, playing with a toy for the first time. He pulls you closer, spreading your cheeks, craving to slide his finger inside your hole, and see what it feels like.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” you grumble, as Gunil slides one finger through your walls, and you feel how they immediately start pulsing around it, begging for friction.

The electrifying feeling of his nose, rubbing your clit tightens the warm knot in your tummy, causing you to cuss loudly, as he adds another finger. Curled nicely, he begins to pump both of them inside you. His free hand holds your ass, while also supporting its movements, so you can ride his face faster towards your high. He could barely breathe, but he doesn’t care.

“O-ohh my god, don’t fucking stop… don’t…” Your hole squishes his fingers, not wanting to let go of them, harder and harder. Your hands reach backwards to hold onto his chest, as you keep moving your hips, feeling your orgasm closer. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make m-me cum… Gunil, ‘m so close.”

You let out a deep throaty moan towards the ceiling, that definitely went through the walls of the room, while you rode intensely through your peak on Gunil’s face. His fingers barely move, blocked from your tight walls, as your whole body vibrates from pleasure, making you dizzy.

Gunil’s chest rises up and down from his heavy panting, as you lay beside him with your legs uncontrollably shaking.

He turns to look at you, not fully grasping what just happened. His whole face glints from juices, while some of his hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“I told you I know more than you, silly boy.” Before you know it, you’re spitting on his cock, spreading the saliva all over by twirling your hand around maybe a bit faster, than Gunil expected, cause his thighs immediately start shaking.

“I knew there was a dirty rough side to you somewhere, and I just unleashed it. Why were you hiding it from me all this time?” You make eye contact, and Gunil can almost see how your eyes sparkle from yearning for sex.

He groans when the stimulating thrill flows through him like an electric wave, forcing him to move a hand over his face. You immediately freeze, when you see him trying to cover up, causing him to almost jerk up from the sudden feel fading away from him.

“N-no, no, p-please…”

“What did I tell you?” You cut off his begging.

“I-I’m sorry, please… p-please I need more… more, plea—…”

You resume pumping him very slowly, getting out surprisingly a swear from him. Something you didn’t expect to hear from Gunil’s mouth ever.

“You know that boys get punished when they misbehave, right? You’ve seen what happens to disobedient boys.” You form a cheeky smile, and Gunil nods, squeezing his lips together.

“Shit-t, this feels ‘mazing… m-more…”

“I wonder…” You speak up with a thoughtful tone, after dropping his cock. This makes him hold his breath in desperate anticipation. “What should I punish you for?” You lean over him with your hair tickling his face. “For not doing as I say, or for hiding your delicious cock from me?” You bite and pull on his bottom lip.

“Both.” He whispers in your open mouth without hesitation, and for the first time you couldn’t think of what to say.

“You’re full of surprises, Goo Gunil. I like it.”

Gunil’s lips curl up slightly into a flustered smile.

After you jump off the bed to get out of your ruined tights and underwear, you feel his eyes sliding on your body, leaving warm traces everywhere they go. You go to his wardrobe and easily find a tie, that would do the job.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” You return to him, spreading your bare legs wide open right in front of him.

Gunil comes closer, positioning himself between your thighs. He’s glaring at the welcoming sight of your pussy. So pretty, so appetising, making his heartbeat race like crazy.

“Let me touch you… p-please.”

You pout at his cute pleading.

“I wish I could, honey, but I can’t. I have to teach you a lesson first.”

You sit up, and push him on his back, causing Gunil to wince under your rougher touch. A slight bit of relief loosens up his body, when you straddle his lap, taking the lead. He obediently gives you to tie his wrists to the headboard, letting them hang over his head, restraining any movements, that could lead to touching you.

“I don’t want to do this, baby, but… maybe know better next time.” You rub his clenching abs, making him already shift in his place.

“Spit.” You bring one hand to his face.

A nice thick trail of saliva escapes Gunil’s lips, and you coat your entire cunt until it’s dripping. You slap it playfully two times, producing sounds that make his mouth suddenly go dry.

“Make me feel good again, baby boy,” you coo in sweet voice, that quickly turns into a demanding tone, which makes Gunil shiver. “And don’t you dare cum before me. We don’t want to add another punishment on the list.”

“I-I won’t.” Gunil shakes his head at the possibility.

You take the base of his cock, and brush the red colored tip between your slick lips. His brows immediately knit together from sensitivity, but he does his best to endure. You watch his fingers form shaky fists.

“Mmm, yes, lets shove that big cock inside, baby…” You persuade him, although he can’t do anything.

Gunil holds his breath, expecting to have his whole cock sucked in, but his face shifts into painful expression when you start slowly massaging only the tip with your tight walls.

“Mh’, n-no, no, please…” He pants with his head moving left to right. “This is t-too slow, I-I can’t…”

“Be patient, baby.”

“It’s too m-much…”

“Shhh…” Your hand crawls from his chest to his face, rubbing along his trembling bottom lip. His face is clenched in displeasure, when he shuts his eyes, baring the slow pumps that are draining everything from him. “You gotta stretch me nice first, honey, I can’t take that big cock all at once. You don’t want to hurt me, right, baby boy?” You say, still playing with his mouth. Brushing through his teeth, pressing the back of his tongue.

Every new word you spit out, makes Gunil’s mind more scattered, leaving him speechles and out of breath. His body jerks up, when you bounce off, and his poor needy tip feels the sudden cold air. His throat groans, as you hover over his cock for a few seconds, before sliding down again, taking more of him this time.

“Mmm, filling me so nice…”

The fact he could feel how every inch of him stretches your small hole is enough to make him flood your vagina with cum already, but he tries to not think about it.

Your jaw drops the second you finally feel his whole member twitching inside.

“Ngh, soo big…” You bite your bottom lip until it stings, as you stay in one place, holding it in.

You open your eyes to see Gunil’s hands resisting the binds, as the temptation to thrust is too strong.

“Ahh, pull out, p-pull out, ‘m gonna…”

“You sure?” You tease in a sweet tone.

When you hear his multiple loud yes-es, you move up, and his cock hits his stomach. He whines like a little boy, as his thighs shake uncontrollably under you, making your body jounce.

“Y/N, p-please… I don’t t-think I can do this… it hurts…”

“Punishments usually work like that, honey,” you explain, as you lean in to nibble on his exposed neck. His head is tilt on the side from exhaustion. “But you’re doing so well. Just a little more, baby.”

Your entrance sucks his cock back. Now you’re able to roll your hips freely, as you got used to his size and there’s no pain, just pure pleasure. Overstimulation washes over Gunil’s body once again, making him squirm under you, as his girth massages your aroused walls in a steady pace.

“Oh, god,” his moans quiver, making you swallow from the delicious sound. “You’re so t-tight.”

“Am I?”

“F-feels so good…” You lightly sway side to side, as his tortured body begs to jerk up for quicker, deeper pums.

“Should I go faster?”

“Please…”

You begin to spasms around Gunil with an increasing force, when you quicken the motions of your rolling hips, pressing both hands on his toned abs. The lewd wet sounds escaping from your dripping hole, clash with his own whimpering, as every part of him is trying desperately not to finish and ruin his own punishment.

However, just when you start feeling the sweet rush coming closer, you make it wheedle away.

“You’re being so good, baby.” You compliment Gunil, after you peel off his cock. “I told you you can do this.” He cries out softly, arching his back, not hearing a single word. His chest moves up and down furiously out of breath, as his skin burn like it’s on fire. He’s trying to hold onto what little control he has left in him.

“No more, please…” Gunil sighs, feeling his flushed cock throbbing faster than his heartbeat. His cheeks are embarrassingly red from having to beg so much.

“Not yet,” you reply, as you let his thick length cram into you again, refilling the room with sloppy noises.

“S-shit, shit, shit…” Gunil’s arm muscles flex, as he pulls his wrists from their restraints. He tries to bring himself up, getting hypnotised from the way his cock disappeares inside your pussy. “You’re so good at t-this. It feels so good…”

“What feels good?”

“You,” he breathes out, repeating the word over and over again, as his halfway shut eyes stop on your bouncing boobs. “Y-you feel s-so nice… inside you.” His voice gets shakier, the quicker you ride him, chasing your high. “Ah, you fuck me so good, Y/N, p-please let me… c-cum… plea-”

His last few words almost melt in the air, as you wrap your hand around his throat. The movements of your hips intensify, as the sensation below increases from his tip, hitting at your cervix.

“You’re becoming more babbly as I fuck you.” Your fingers put a little more pressure around his neck, causing him to roll his eyes back. “So cute.” You shut your eyes for a moment sinking in how good his cock feels, even though his pulsing neck vein, creeping under your hand makes your tummy clench up even harder. “You’ll cum when I say so, you hear me?”

Gunil hums poorly, as a way to respond. His jaw stays dropped open, tongue almost out. At this point, his focus is only on trying to not release accidentally, as his cock meets your g-spot repeatedly with full force.

“Hold it,” you growl at him, but he’s barely listening to what you’re saying between your moans. “Fuck, your cock fills me… ‘o good… love it…” You manage to say, as words begin to fall from your lips more incoherently. “Look at me.” You tilt his head, gazing at his dark teary eyes. “Do you wanna cum, huh? Wanna be a good boy and fill up my pussy?”

“Y-yes, yes, ‘ll be g-good, p-please…”

As the pleasure goes higher, forming anything that’s not noise of desperation, clashing with the sounds of your bodies slamming against each other, becomes too much for both of you.

“C-cum for me then, cum and fill me u-up..”

The second you throw your head back with your jaw falling open for a soundless scream, Gunil cries out, too overwhelmed from finally being able to release. With arched spine, he forces his hips upward as much as possible, while you make your last few sloppy bounces, before collapsing on his chest. His legs shift around out of control, while his tip loads your cunt.

“Mhmm, well done, filling me very nice, baby…” You mewl, loosing up the grip around his throat, while your walls get painted with hot ropes of cum.

You stay put with drained bodies, trying to regain energy to come back to your normal reality, as the effects of your highs clouds your minds.

“Shit,” you look around the room, which has gotten darker from how much time has passed since you got here.

You jump off Gunil to check what time is it, and immediately freak out when you see the digits.

“Oh, no, class starts in less than fifteen minutes, I’m gonna be late.”

You quickly untie him from the bed, and quickly try to put yourself together. Gunil is still sprawled on the bed when you rush around the room looking for your shoes. Just when you grab your bag, and toss it around your shoulder, he remembers.

“Wait, what about the project?” He shouts with a raspy voice.

“Another day.” You shout back.

“But… It’s due next week.” He says towards the already shut door.

He drops his head back onto the mattress, and gazes towards the ceiling, feeling like he’s still living in a dream from which someone is going to wake him up any moment soon.

The last thing he sees before drifting to sleep, are your forgotten ripped tights, laying on the floor of his dorm room.

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ceebit · 2 years

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wc : 0.5k. fluff. not spellchecked aaaaaaaa

note : when will it be my turn. sob

“wonu?”

headset pulled away from one ear, the noiret sneaks a glance downwards from the haze of the multicolored screen before him, gentle flashing lights reflecting in the clear lenses of his glasses. his hands still over the mouse and keyboard, and he lifts one to tug his mic out of the way as the paused screensaver flickers animatedly.

your sleepy mumbles draw his attention like a magnet—curled up in his lap as you burrow yourself as close as humanly possible. nose brushing against the skin that peeks out his hoodie, he can’t help the faint smile that adorns his lips when your eyelids flutter against the incoming lull of sleep.

wonwoo knows it’s late. knows you’ll have to get up early in the morning. work is as demanding as ever, and the both of you need as many recharge hours as you could get—but you were working late, and he couldn’t sleep without the comfort of your weight with him in your shared bed… so he turned to the next best thing.

it’s been hours since then, though. hours since you’ve stumbled home with work tousled hair and wrinkled clothes, since you’d freshened up and gotten ready for bed with a few words shared between you. hours since you dropped your bags at the front door in search of him, always, and allowing yourself to sag into his embrace.

now, your hand curls around the fabric of his hoodie, grey cotton pliant under your fingers, and his heart skips a horrid beat amongst the realization that you trust him enough to let down your walls and be vulnerable with him like this. to let him hold you at your most exhausted, and see you in ways only he can.

“wonu,” you sigh, and shift impossibly closer. his warmth becomes your shared warmth, and the sounds of his friends’ silence in his ear fades to nothingness. “‘m tired,”

“it’s late,” he agrees quietly, apologetic. “sorry.”

you shake your head, rustling against his shoulder, and the content exhale that leaves your lips spreads through his body like a warm breeze. “s’okay. you can finish your game, i know chan must be wondering what’s holding you.”

he huffs a laugh at chan’s quiet affirmative through the headset but can’t bring himself to unpause the game. wonwoo rubs your back soothingly, head resting atop yours, and contemplates going to bed. you’re home now, meaning he could go to bed and rest easy, but…

‘go.’ vernon’s voice shakes him from this thoughts, pulling him back into the present. wonwoo’s gaze falls back to your sleepy form, lashes resting upon your cheeks. ‘i’m sure you’re tired. we’ve got work tomorrow, anyways. go.’

“thanks,” is his quiet reply, mic pulled back in place but still mindful of your tired state. “goodnight, everyone.”

“night,” you add, voice airy with fatigue, and wonwoo smiles faintly at the sound of soonyoung’s complaints about still being single. removing the headset, he’s quick to log out and hoist your form into his arms and slowly pad across the room to bed.

your arms reach for him the second he lays you down in the comfort of linen sheets, drawing him closer until you curve naturally into each other like two fitted puzzle pieces clicking together. he draws miscellaneous shapes into the back of your shirt, head rested atop yours once more, and with shared murmurs of love, he finally allows himself to drift off.

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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Frozen [Gaz x fem!Reader]

AN: Hello! This one's for my Gaz girlies. Gimme a comment babes – lemme know how I’m doing xoxoxox

Synopsis: You and Gaz are stuck in a safe house and – oh shit. Is that a single bed? Word count: 1.1k Warnings: none (i don't think.) Gaz x fem!Reader (callsign, Ace): Single bed trope ...kinda. Slight hurt/comfort? Gaz is a silly boy and nearly freezes to death.

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Price had lied. Or maybe he’d been given false intel. The safe house was not a house but a shack. A cold, uninsulated shack with a small fire place, a wooden bench and a single mattress pressed into the corner. A single mattress.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Gaz grumbled, closing the door behind you, the wind still seeping through the cracks.

“Fucking hell is right.” You nod. “This is barely a shed.”

Gaz slung his pack from his shoulder and leant it against the wall by the door. There are snow flakes in his hair, you notice, caught amongst the curls.

‘I’ll get some wood,” you say, dumping your pack next to his and pulling your gloves back on. “You can set up in here, yeah?”

He nods, sweeping some dust away with his foot. “Don’t be too long – it looks like it’s packin’ in.”

“Yessir.” You tease, the door clicking behind you.

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Christ, Gaz wasn’t lying. It’s become a full blizzard now, snow stuck to your lashes as you squint. You managed to find enough wood for a couple of fires and you curl over it in an attempt to shelter it from the snow. The shack materialises through the snow and you kick the door open with a grunt, a couple of logs tumbling to the ground.

“Shit, Ace,” Gaz clambers to his feet and shuts the door behind you, and picking up the wood you dropped, “I was about to go lookin’ for you.”

“Got a bit carried away.” You grin, making a pile next to the fireplace Gaz has cleared out while you were gone, “Thought I should grab as much as I could in case we get snowed in.”

Gaz kneels at the fireplace while you peel off your damp jacket. “We better not get snowed in,” he sighs, striking a match which catches the fire-starter and flares to life.

“Yeah well, can’t hurt to be prepared.” You say, pulling off your boots and setting them next to Gaz’s, “Exfil said they’ll come once it clears, hopefully won’t be too long.”

You immediately regret taking off your shoes. It’s bloody freezing. You share a couple of MREs for dinner and Gaz whips out an aeropress to make a coffee; claiming first watch.

You settle into your sleeping bag, having pulled the mattress away from the wall so it sits in front of the crackling fire. Gaz settles down, his lower back leaning against it slightly. You accidentally kick him as you shuffle around to get comfortable. He shoves your legs gently over and leans back, his elbows pressing into the mattress.

“Sorry,” you mumble, the fabric pulled in tight under your nose.

“’S’alright, just get some sleep, Ace.”

You take his advice and feel your consciousness slip away to the sound of the flickering fire.

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You wake up mere hours later, frozen and stiff. There is something slightly heavier than the sleeping bag draped over you and your eyes hidden as you realise Gaz has pulled both your jackets over you. The man in question sits slumped over, arms crossed over hs standard issue black shirt; gun in lap with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He must be freezing.

“Gaz,” you whisper, nudging him with your foot. He startles slightly and you notice the slight tremor in his hands. “Gaz!” You whisper again, harsher this time, “You’re gonna freeze to death like that!”

The man shakes himself awake – sleeping while on watch is not like the Gaz you know. He turns to you and you notice the blue tinge of his lips.

“Christ, Gaz.” You fling the sleeping bag off you and pull the M4 from his lap, giving the safety a quick check before leaning it against the wall. You roughly yank his arms into the jacket that he laid on you as you slept, the sergeant complying; arms floppy like a dummy.

“Come’re,” you say, pulling him to lie on the mattress, unzipping the sleeping bag and rolling him into it. He blinks up at you in a daze as you zip it up to his chin.

You glare back at him, shivering slightly now that you’e traded places. The fire has died down and you quickly build it up again with enough wood to last the night before settling down with the M4 between your legs.

“Idiot.” You mutter under your breath. A hand curls around the wrist of the arm you have leaning into the mattress behind you. You startle slightly as you are pulled around. Brown eyes meet yours.

“Ace,” Gaz murmurs, “You’ll catch your death.”

You laugh, pulling your wrist from his grip and wrapping your arms around yourself. “Trying to sell me my own advice now, are we?”

The hand grips your upper arm now, firmer.

“Ace.” He pleads.

You round in him, angry now. “What do you want me to do Gaz? You’ve nearly frozen yourself solid – someone responsible needs to keep watch.”

His brows furrow, slightly hurt. “‘M’sorry, you were shaking. I couldn’t just let you freeze –“

–“What? And so you freeze instead? The logic isn’t quite there, sergeant.” You scoff. Deep down you know what he’d done was sweet, but the mans lips were blue. Your slight discomfort wasn’t worth him getting frostbite.

He tugs on your sleeve this time. “Exfil will be here soon – Price knows where to find us, we needn’t keep watch in this blizzard. The chances of someone unwanted finding us are slim.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You know he’s right but you’ve gotten all worked up now. “I’m still angry with you.”

He smiles a little. “I know you are.”

“I’m going to stay angry till you’ve been checked by a medic.”

“Ok.”

You sigh, turning to look at him. His hand has curled around your elbow now, his thumb brushing across the sensitive skin in the inside of your arm. He pulls you again and you relent, sinking down to lie beside him. He unzips the sleeping bag, and tosses it over the both of you like a duvet.

“Come’re.” He echoes you from earlier and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Gaz!” You gasp at the sudden movement. He chuckles, hot breath fanning across your face. He smells a bit like peppermint gum, his solution to the lack of teeth-brushing supplies on missions.

“Don’t argue,” he says, nestling further into the mattress, “it’s warmer this way.”

He’s right again, the bastard.

The fire has licked at the new wood you fed it and it crackles happily in the background; you feel it’s warmth against your back.

“Fine.” You mumble, relaxing in his hold. “But just because you almost turned into a popsicle.”

He chest rumbles against you as he laughs.

“Whatever you say, Ace.”

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wildflowerluver · 1 year

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Morgan or Hotch and Valentine’s Day flowers? Your writing is always amazing 🫶🫶🫶

(ty for requesting! i went with morgan <33) fem!reader, no warnings

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you’re fully expecting to be alone all valentine’s day. not by choice, but rather due to your boyfriend’s work schedule.

snow falls outside the window and you just threw another log into the fireplace to keep your main source of warmth burning.

you wished derek was with you to cuddle and block out any of the cold. he was supposed to be home for valentine’s day. he made a firm promise the day before he left and he’s not one to break that.

but you still got the inevitable call this morning.

you were in bed curled up and not expecting the empty spot next to you when your phone rang.

derek jumped right into formalities. “i’m sorry, baby. we finished up this morning but all flights are delayed until the storm passes.”

you dropped your head and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

“baby? you still there?”

“yeah i’m here der,” despite the masking you attempted, you knew derek could see right through your facade.

he sighed. “i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

you hummed. “get home safe when you can.”

“i will,” derek promised. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

instead of a night filled with dinner, romance, and whatever came after that, you were home alone on the most romantic day of the year.

until a knock sounds on the door.

you slide off the couch, quickly pausing the tv and heading to the front door. you don’t have a semblance of an idea of who it could be. not a lot of people wanted to do unexpected drop bys for their friends on valentines day.

you opened the door. instead of being greeted with the face of a person, you looked out towards a bouquet of flowers: geranium, peony, cosmos, and protea all wrapped up in brown paper.

the bouquet moves downward to reveal the holder.

derek was grinning, a smile reserved for an occasion as if he planned it.

“be my valentine?”

you rush forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle and burying your face in his chest. your smile is all consuming at the sight of your boyfriend. “what happened? i thought planes were grounded!”

the paper crushes between you but neither of you seem to mind. they’ll find their place in a vase later. all that matters right now is each other.

derek rocks the two of you back and forth, slowly guiding you into your home.

“come on baby. did you really think i was going to leave you alone on valentines day?”

you peer up at him as a slight pout crosses your lips. “derek…”

“okay okay,” he finally surrenders. “there was a break in the storm that we managed to book our flight for. i was going to send you flowers and have them delivered but i figured giving them to you in person was a lot better.”

you lean up to kiss him firmly, a sign of both love and appreciation.

“it definitely was.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds angst #derek morgan #derek morgan x you #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x y/n #derek morgan fanfiction

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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KINKTOBER DAY 8: Watersports Part II

By popular request...Colson on the RECEIVING end of a golden shower. Why am I nervous to post this?! AHHHH. Here. Logging off now.

You were curled up on the couch downstairs watching a show and dozing off, bored. It was day 2 of your period, which was the absolute worst. You’d woken up before Colson due to cramps, and you’d been up for hours without him. You were feeling needy and you were missing him.

You decided to go upstairs and go back to bed with him if he was still sleeping. You went upstairs and let yourself into your shared bedroom, walking down the small hallway to where the bed was. You paused, stumbling a little. “Oh,” you said.

Colson was in bed, phone in hand, hand occupied. He looked at you, eyes widening. “Shit!” he said, accidentally dropping his phone to the floor. Your eyes darted down, catching the video that was playing. Your cheeks burned red at the sight, but you couldn’t look away.

On the screen, there was a man kneeling in a bathtub. The woman above him was giving him a golden shower. Your eyes widened slightly; you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Colson scrambled to pick up his phone and shut off the video. He tossed his phone on the nightstand and ran his hands through his messy hair. He looked at you sheepishly. “Sorry, baby,” he said remorsefully.

You frowned, confused. “Why?” you asked, still frozen in place.

Colson sighed. “I don’t know. I was jerking off.” He shrugged, looking guilty.

“I don’t care,” you insisted, shaking your head. You finally found the ability to move and you climbed into bed beside him. “You know what week it is.” Colson was always down for period sex, but you always turned him down for the first few days. “I don’t mind if you get yourself off. I do it, too.”

Colson looked over at you, anxiety in his eyes. You could tell he wanted to ask if you’d seen it, but he didn’t. You lay on your side, facing him, but you didn’t look at him. You felt too bashful. “Are you…are you really into that?” you asked quietly, picking at a thread on the comforter.

“Wouldn’t have been watching it if I wasn’t.” Colson laughed softly.

“I just thought you were only into giving,” you replied.

“Usually I am,” he said. “I’ve never been on the receiving end before. But I stumbled on a video and, I don’t know.”

You could tell he was embarrassed, so you dropped it, opting to snuggle up to him and put your hand on his stomach. “Let me finish you off, baby,” you said.

Colson leaned in closer, kissing you. “If you’re offering.” You giggled and descended beneath the sheets.

* * *

A couple of weeks had passed and you’d forgotten about what you walked into in the chaos of work and life. You knew Colson had many kinks, some he only really liked to watch and not reenact.

You were sitting on the couch on your laptop when Colson entered the room, hovering somewhat awkwardly in the doorway. You looked over, raising a brow. “Babe?” you questioned.

“Hey,” he said, twisting one of his rings. He was nervous.

You grinned a little. “Are you okay?” you asked.

Colson walked over to you then, dropping onto the couch beside you. He sighed as if he was dealing with some deeply troubling internal struggle, and after a moment, he let his head drop to your shoulder. You chuckled and closed your laptop, setting it on the couch beside you. “Penny for your thoughts, babe?”

“Y/n,” he whined, burying his face against your shoulder. “I’m about to ask for something and I’m not sure what you’ll say.”

“When have I ever said no to sex with you, aside from when I’m on my period?” you asked.

“Not that,” he said. “Well…kind of that. But more than that.”

“Spit it out, Kells,” you laughed, gripping his hair to lift his head from your shoulder. “What is it, babe? It’s me. Just ask!”

“Fine,” Colson said. His cheeks were red but he looked earnest. “Baby…I really want you to give me a golden shower.”

You blinked. “Oh,” you said, your exact reaction to walking in on him watching porn of the same subject.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Colson said, pushing a hand through his hair. He got off the couch, pacing a little. “Just you, above me, god.” He bit his lip and turned to face you. “I don’t even know why, but it’s so fucking hot and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your eyes dropped to where his gray sweatpants were tented and your eyes widened. “Holy shit. You really want this, don’t you?” you asked.

Colson dropped to his knees before you. “Please, y/n. Please.” He put his palms together pleadingly. His blue eyes were so sincere. “I know it’s kind of weird, but I need it, baby.”

You had never seen Colson like this before, nowhere even close. He’d asked you to try things with him, sure, but this was a new level. He’d used the word need, for fuck’s sake.

You swallowed. The thought of it embarrassed you a little, but Colson’s pure want was doing something weird to your lower stomach and between your legs. “You really want it?” you asked quietly.

“More than anything,” Colson said, holding eye contact with you.

You sighed and leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands. You kissed his lips softly. “I love you,” you said. “And I’ll do anything for you. Of course I will, baby.”

Colson’s eyes brightened and his hands came up to cover yours. “Wait, really?” he asked, a kid in a candy store.

“Yeah,” you said, laughing as Colson climbed on top of you, wrapping you up in a bear hug. “Colson!” you squealed.

“I fucking love you,” he muttered into your neck.

“I love you, too,” you giggled, shaking your head. Ridiculous. The things you did for this man.

* * *

Colson purchased an expensive bottle of wine, and the following night, he poured two large glasses. You eyed the glass, eyes widening a little. He’d already had you drinking water all day to prepare for the night. “Do you want me to piss myself?” you asked.

Colson looked up from where he stood at the island in the kitchen, eyes glazing over a little. “Would you?”

“Colson-”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Not what we’re doing tonight. But in the future…maybe.”

You shook your head, laughing. “God, just when I think I know you, you surprise me,” you said, reaching for your glass. You took a long swig of wine, sighing. It was delicious.

Colson took a long sip, too, dark eyes wandering the length of your body. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked, voice husky.

You bit your lip, leaning over the counter so your cleavage was on display. Colson’s eyes immediately dropped there. “I know,” you said with a smirk.

“Come here,” Colson said. You rounded the counter and set your wine glass down, sliding your hands over Colson’s shoulders as his found your waist. He pulled you in close, kissing your forehead. One of his big hands slowly slid to your lower stomach. “Gotta go yet?”

“I’ve been peeing every twenty minutes for the past hour,” you chuckled. “All that water you forced on me.” You looked up at Colson as you felt a bulge growing slowly in his pants.

“Finish your wine,” he insisted, mouth on yours. You let your eyes close as his tongue found its way into your mouth, teasing you. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled back, picking up his own glass. You swallowed hard and lifted your glass, taking another long drink.

“You never answered my question,” he said, dark eyes dropping to your chest and then your stomach.

“Yes, I have to go,” you said, crossing your legs. “Like I said, every twenty minutes, and it’s been at least thirty.”

“Good,” he said, and you weren’t sure his voice could get any lower. You tipped back your wine glass as Colson dropped to his knees again, hands on your waist as he kissed your stomach. Big hands went to your ass, pulling you closer as he kissed down your thigh before lifting it over his shoulder. He pushed your dress out of the way.

You watched him after another drink, your breathing becoming labored as he pressed kisses to your inner thigh. He was taking his time to tease you, straight teeth grazing against your sensitive flesh. One long finger tucked your panties to the side and he drew his tongue over you. He moaned at your taste and looked up at you. “You’re wet,” he rasped. “You like the idea of pissing on me, baby?”

Your cheeks reddened and you swallowed hard, busying yourself with another gulp of wine. “Seeing you turned on turns me on,” you explained.

Colson smirked. “Fair,” he murmured, then refocused his attention to your clit, licking it gently.

“Fuck,” you hissed, head falling back as Colson teased you, tongue swiping over your clit and dipping into your entrance to get a better taste. By the time your wine glass was empty, you were panting. “Cols-”

Colson stood up and finished off his own wine, looking down at you. His hand slid back to your stomach and this time, you winced. The wine had gone straight through you. “Mm. I think you’re ready, huh?” he murmured. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

He took your hand and you followed him up the stairs to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where the huge jacuzzi tub was. Nerves churned in your stomach as your eyes landed on the tub. Could you do this? It was what Colson wanted - no, needed.

Colson slowly began to take off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stroked himself a bit as he eyed you. “Get naked, baby,” he encouraged you as he climbed into the tub. You nodded, swallowing hard, and began to undress. “Now come here. Good girl,” he said as you stepped carefully into the bathtub.

Colson dropped to his knees before you, his queen. He looked up at you and pushed his own hair back, biting his lip. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, insecurity flickering in his eyes for a moment.

After that huge glass of wine, you were feeling pleasantly buzzed, and you weren’t as nervous. Plus, you really had to pee.

“Of course,” you said, stroking his cheek. For once, you felt like the dominant one, standing over Colson while he was on his knees, looking up at you pleadingly. “You want it, baby?” you asked, starting to feel more confident.

“Please,” Colson breathed, hands all over your hips, your waist, your thighs. He couldn’t keep them off you. He lifted one of your legs, placing your foot on the ledge of the bathtub. He reached between your legs, rubbing slow circles into your clit.

“Fuck,” you sighed, closing your eyes. Your head tipped back slightly, and then you reached out and gripped his hair tightly. “Open your mouth. Tip your head back,” you demanded.

“Shit,” Colson breathed, looking at you like you were an angel. “Yes ma’am.” He licked his lips and then tilted his head back, opening his mouth for you.

You bit your lip and held his head in place, closing your eyes. It took a second to get started, but Colson’s deep moan when it did was enough to force your eyes open to look down at him. He was in absolute bliss, eyes closed and mouth open as his face began to drip with your release. One of his big hands went to feel his chest as it got wet and he moaned again, his other hand gripping your ass.

You tilted your hips upwards and watched in shock, feeling almost out of your own body. There was a lot inside you, and Colson was loving every second, shaking his head a little as it streamed over his face and down his body. He reached out a hand and pressed against your stomach, causing you to gasp and hunch over a little as desperation shot through you. “Colson,” you said, but it came out more like a moan.

As your stream slowed to a stop, Colson’s eyes opened. He was panting as he looked up at you in awe. “Jesus Christ, baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” With that, he gripped your ass and pulled your pussy right to his mouth, moaning as he began to eat you out with more passion than you’d ever seen.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, head falling back as your hands found his hair. “Colson-” He was ruthless in the way he pleased you, tongue circling and sucking at your clit almost frantically. You were already so turned on from the kitchen that it wasn’t long before your legs were shaking, knees threatening to buckle. “I’m gonna come-”

Colson moaned against you and pulled you closer, slipping two fingers inside of you to curl them quickly against your g-spot. You cried out, hips jerking forward as you came hard, Colson’s name falling from your lips.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Colson got to his feet and let out a breath, pushing his hair back. “You. Are. Perfect,” he said, leaning down for a kiss.

You dodged him, hand going to his chest. “Can we shower first?” you asked.

Colson chuckled. “Sure, but I’m definitely fucking your brains out in the shower.”

“Deal,” you said.

Colson had barely rinsed the suds off his face in the shower before he was kissing you, hands cupping your cheeks as he backed you against the wall. You moaned at the sheer force of the kiss, hands going to Colson’s waist. He flipped you around quickly and pulled your hips back so your back was arched. His dick slid easily inside of you and you moaned, a shiver rolling down your spine.

“So fucking good to me,” Colson gritted as he began to fuck you hard, his hips slapping against your ass. Your hands slipped on the wall as you bent, jaw slack with pleasure. “You have no idea how sexy you are, y/n, fuck,” he moaned.

You were speechless as he fucked you hard, so hard it took your breath away. You were helpless to do anything but take it, hoping your legs didn’t give out when you came.

“Shit, not gonna last,” Colson gasped, yanking your hair to pull your back to his front, one of his hands squeezing your breast as the other went between your legs. He was using you and it was making you wetter by the second, legs shaking.

“Close-” was all you managed, head tipped back against Colson’s chest.

“Fuuuuuck, come with me,” Colson demanded, and you did, your walls tightening around him as he came hard inside of you, your moans mingling in the steam of the shower.

Afterwards, the two of you panted, Colson’s arms still around you from behind. He kissed your head and gave you a squeeze. “Jesus, y/n, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too,” you breathed, absolutely exhausted.

The two of you finished showering and Colson wrapped you in a fluffy towel. He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. You smiled up at him for a second, but then your smile dropped. “Shit, I have to pee again already,” you said.

“You could-”

“Alright, honey, that’s enough piss kink for you tonight,” you said with a laugh, walking over to the toilet.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Colson pouted. You rolled your eyes and grinned, knowing that, without a doubt, you would do absolutely anything that this boy wanted you to.

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inconvenient-sneezes · 2 years

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Hm, if you feel inspired, maybe a cold-ridden Bucky and a partner with the kink? Or even just a partner thinking how absolutely adorable he is when he’s sneezing and his nose is all red and sniffly

yes, of COURSE!!! sorry for the delay — was swamped at work and logged off for a few days. i feel like i'm always apologizing for that... i really need to be more consistent, but thank you so much for your patience.

here's some miserable bucky + (sorta) kink!steve. this'll take place maybe in the late ’30s/early ’40s.

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prompt(s): sketch

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“Do you really have to do that now?” Bucky asked, sniffling. He straightened up, attempting to look a little less pathetic.

Steve was sitting across from Bucky’s bed, diligently studying and sketching his figure. “Well, I have to keep practicing if I ever want to be good.”

“H-hang on,” Bucky wheezed, nostrils flaring. “G-gonna— hh’TSHHHHOO!”

Steve continued to study him, watching the entire spectacle. Bucky was gearing up for another sneeze, and Steve was shamelessly watching.

He scrutinized his every move. Bucky’s eyelashes fluttered as he gasped, hitching his way to the next sneeze. The way his mouth stretched into an almost-yawn. And finally...

“H-hihH! Hih’RRRUSHHHHOO!”

Bucky shook his head and blearily opened his eyes to find Steve staring.

He groaned, sniffling thickly. “Were you watchig be?”

Steve blushed, suddenly pretending to erase a section of the sketch. “I’m sorry, I just... I mean, I’m supposed to be drawing you and—”

“Id’s jusd embarassig. I bean, you cad barely understand be.”

For whatever reason, Steve’s stomach flip-flopped at the sound of Bucky’s voice.

“Aw, don't be embarrassed. I think you—” He stopped, unsure of what he was going to say. Unsure of why he had this funny feeling every time Bucky scrubbed at his nose.

“Anyway, I appreciate you letting me bother you for a bit.”

“Id’s doe bother. I’b trabbed here in by roomb adyway.” His upper lip curled and his chest caught as the impending sneeze blossomed. “F-for fucg’s s-sake.”

He ducked into his cupped hands with a wet-sounding pair of sneezes. “H-huh’HURESSSSHHHOO! HahH! Hah’TSHHHHUH!”

Bucky groaned, in between desperate sniffles and the merciless scrubbing at his nose with his palm.

Steve was transfixed. Why did he think Bucky’s sneezes were... enjoyable?

He shivered and turned back to his sketch, ignoring the thrill he was feeling. Focus on the sketch. Focus on the sketch.

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percabeths-blue-cookies · 4 months

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In My Heart Is a Christmas Tree Farm

Here’s the ao3 link

Summary:

Annabeth, Conner, and Travis plan on going home for the holidays, but Annabeth dreads having to face her parents and their opinions on her relationships, work, and just life in general. She intends on getting someone to go with her for the trip to pretend to be her boyfriend so she won’t have to suffer all Christmas vacation listening to her parents complain. That’s when she meets Percy…

-Chapter 1-

“shit” Annabeth sat straight up in bed. Her wild blonde curls knotted and dangling in her face. She grabbed her phone off of her nightstand looking at the time.

Her clock shows eight twenty three a.m. She was supposed to leave her house at eight fifteen.

As she rushed around her small New York City apartment, she contemplates her enitre life choices.

She pulls on her work uniform, slacks and a white button up with a blazer, and slides on her shoes. As she’s grabbing a banana off of her island her phones starts ringing.

She reaches for it and see’s that it’s Conner, her best friend since they were basically born

“What Conner” Annabeth says as she walks out of the door.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He says. She can basically hear his smirk as he says it.

“Conner I’m not In the mood. Number one I woke up forty five minutes late, and number two your brother has been a douche bag all week. I don’t know if I can make it one more day having to work for him.” As she’s walking out of her apartment complex she realizes that she forgot a jacket. Looks like she’ll be freezing her toes off all day.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you Annabae, just ignore him. “

“Conner what have I told you about calling me that”

“Whatever Annabae. Hey if it means anything at least there’s game night at pipers this weekend. That’s something to look forward to. “

Piper was another one of Annabeth’s closest friends. They met in college. When Annabeth was cramming for finals, Piper saw her in the library and offered to help her study.

“Do I have to go though? I’ve been so stressed out. Speaking of stressed out, do you think you could maybe tell Travis to like chill out a bit, it’s Christmas, maybe just ask if he could calm down with all the bossy-ness”

“I’ll talk to him Annabae”

Annabeth is two blocks away from her work now.

“Thanks Con-“

Something rams into Annabeth and she feels something hot on her chest.

As she comes to her senses, she notices that she bumped into a dark haired man around the same age as her.

“Shit I’m so sorry” The man says as he bends down to pick up the coffee that had spilled all down Annabeth’s shirt.

“Oh um it’s fine, Hey Conner I’ll call you once I get to work okay” She hangs up the phone.

The man grabs napkins out of the bag he was carrying

“Um I would offer to buy you a new shirt but you seem like you’re in a rush.” The man says with a smirk as he hands Annabeth the napkins. Something in his sea green eyes says that he was trouble.

“Yea I kind of am, I would offer to buy you a new coffee but ya know, I’m in a rush” she says back.

“Okay well um I’ll let you get on your way, are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”

“No um I’m running really late so um bye”

As Annabeth hurries off she remembers the spark in the sea green eyes.

Once she finally makes it to her office she sets her bag down and grabs out her phone. As she calls Conner back she logs into her computer.

“Hey sorry about that, some guy bumped into me and spilled coffee all down my shirt. Is there anything in particular that you needed?”

“No, just wanted to check up on my favorite girl”

“Well thanks Conner, I gotta go but I’ll see you later, my place tonight?” She goes to the coffee machine to grab a small cup.

“Of course Annabae. Love ya see you tonight” He says and hangs up

When Annabeth turns back around to go to her office she sees someone standing by the door.

“Goodmorning Miss Chase.” Her boss says eyeing the state of her clothes.

“Morning Travis,” Annabeth says with no enthusiasm

“Bad morning?”

“You could say that” Annabeth says back to him as she makes her way around her desk sipping at her coffee.

“Well you know what would make your day better?” Travis says with a smile

“Sleep?” Annabeth says with a yawn.

“Well yes, but, I may or may not have pulled some strings and gotten some clients to wait until after the holidays for their reports.”

“So…” Annabeth says confused

“So… that means that we can get an extra week off for Christmas.”

“No way” Annabeth stops in her tracks.

“Yep, and I may have also booked tickets for you, my brother, and me to go home for the holidays.” He says as he pulls three airplane tickets out of his pocket

“Oh, that’s um great Travis”

The truth is, “Home” really wasn’t a place for Annabeth. I mean she has her apartment here in New York. And the house that she grew up in. And Travis and Connor’s house which was basically her second house as a child. But none of those places actually felt like Home.

“We leave on Sunday, so you might want to get packing.” As Travis walked out of her office Annabeth is left thinking about what to do. She can’t go back to Colorado for the holidays and just avoid her parents. They’re always bugging her to find herself a man and get married and start a family. Nothing Annabeth ever did was good enough for them. She graduated for NYU with a degree in law and architecture. She is working for one of the top law companies in the east coast. But still none of it was good enough for them.

As she worked throughout the day she couldn’t help thinking about what to do about the whole family situation. I mean at least she was going to have Conner there with her. But Annabeth already knew they were going to bug her over and over again about having a boyfriend. She had an idea, but if was a crazy one. And it was going to be really hard to pull it off. After the work day was over she started walking back to her apartment.

Once she arrived she texted Conner to see when he was going to be there. After he got there Twenty minutes later with multiple boxes of Chinese food, they both sat on Annabeth’s couch scrolling through Netflix. They finally settled on a Christmas classic The Grinch.

“Hey Conner” Annabeth says as she sets a box of rice back on the coffee table

“Mmm” he says with a mouth full of noodles.

“You know how my stepmom is always bugging me about getting a boyfriend?”

“Mhm” he says this time with somehow more noodles in his mouth.

“Well I had a crazy idea. So what if you pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for the time we’re there?” Annabeth said waiting for him to swallow the noodles.

“Annabae, you really think they’re going to believe that the person you practically came out of the womb with, is sleeping with you?” He looks at her with a funny look.

“Oh, that’s true. Um just forget I said anything.” She goes to pick up her box of rice again.

“No Annabeth it’s really a good idea, it’s just I don’t think they would believe that you and I were a thing. I mean if you could find someone else who would be willing to be your boyfriend for a week, then that would be a different story.”

“Okay well I guess I’ll try to find someone.”

After Conner leaves that night, Annabeth can’t seem to get the image of the guy with dark hair and green eyes out of her mind.

Finally she falls asleep, only to be woken up by a loud thumping noise coming from her next door neighbor. As she gets out of bed she throws on sweatpants and a hoodie. As she peeks out of her front door there’s no one outside. So she knocks on her neighbors door.

“Could you keep it down, there’s people trying to sleep” Annabeth yells

The door finally opens, and it’s a girl with spiky black hair.

“Sorry I’ll try to keep it down” The girl says apologetically.

“Thanks” Annabeth says unenthusiasticly

As she goes back to her room, she doesn’t even bother to take off her hoodie and sweatpants, she just collapses into her bed and falls asleep there.

What only feels like minutes later, Annabeth is awoken again, but to the sound of her alarm. She gets out of bed and brushes her teeth and hair. As she puts on her clothes she remembers that she has to pack before Sunday. That gives her three days to pack and to find a guy to go with her. Plus she has to somehow find a ticket for that guy.

She grabs an apple on her way out of the door. As she’s walking she tries to think about guys that will go with her. Leo definitely won’t. Jason couldn’t because of Piper. Frank has Hazel. She couldn’t think of anyone. She leaves that for a later problem.

“Hey, you’re the one I bumbed into yesterday right?” The same guy with dark hair and green eyes walks up to her.

“Oh um yeah?” Annabeth says confused

“Are you in a rush again?” The man asked

“No? I have a few minutes. What’d you need?” Annabeth slower starts walking again and the man trails beside her.

“Well didn’t you say you would buy me a coffee if you weren’t in a rush?” The man asked with a smirk.

“Um I guess, but that was only because you said you would buy me a shirt.”

“Well if I buy you a shirt would you buy me a coffee.” He says as they continue walking.

“So you have enough money to buy a whole new shirt, but not a coffee?” Annabeth says

“I mean no, but I just firgured it would be the nice thing to do.”

“Um ok?”

“Why don’t we meet tonight and I’ll buy you a shirt and then afterward we can get coffee?”

“Um I don’t even know your name. Like what if you’re a serial killer, that lures young woman to go shopping and then kills them. ” Annabeth says.

“Well first of all, I am definitely not a serial killer, and second of all, my names Percy.” the man says as he puts out his hand for her to shake.

“Annabeth” she says with a smile as she shakes his hand.

“Well Annabeth what time do you want to meet.” The man says

“6:00-ish?”

“Perfect. See ya Annabeth”

As he walks off she can’t help but stare. He wasn’t the most attractive man she had seen, but he was pretty high on the list.

Just then a thought occurred to Annabeth. As she tries to walk faster so that she gets to work on time today, she can’t get Percy out of her mind. It was a risk, but she would just have to ask him about it tonight.

#in my heart is a Christmas tree farm #percabeth #Christmas au #wrote this chapter at 2 am :)#platonic connabeth #pjo tv #pjo au #pjo fic #Percabeth fic #Percabeth Christmas #please like #reblog please

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Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 22

Chapter 21 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* When I wake up, I see Jake at the foot of the couch sleeping. I released a sigh and covered him with the blanket that I had. He's going to ache all over his body when he wakes up. What's he doing sleeping on the floor? "I must be awake to take care of you, right?" I frowned, crossing my arms. At least... He sleep peacefully "You can't help it…" I let out a laugh and stroked his hair, careful not to wake him up. I make a silence gesture to Gizmo when I see that he wants to kick him on the head. He ends up lying on top of him, curled up in his lap. I took the mug from him and took it to the kitchen to clean it up. He must have been busy working on who knows what. These habits are hard to break. I decide to take my cup and make myself a decaf coffee. After yesterday, I'm still nervous. I go up to my room and look at the messages I have. In the chat, Jessy congratulates Jake on dating Aleena. She forgets that I was in this group. I also have a missed call from the bridal shop. Lucky they also have my friends number in case they can't reach me. Separately, Jessy messaged me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy MC! I'M REALLY SORRY! I totally forgot you were in that group! And I also forgot that Jake is your ex because you are going to marry Phil and I am so happy about it 😔 You forgive me? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's impossible for me to be mad at Jessy. Well, yeah, she didn't tell me that Jake was back. But I can understand that, since I’m already engaged, I don't have to care about that Jake is with someone else. "But it's not like that…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Hey, calm down Jessy I haven't bothered to read it Aleena already told me too I'm happy for both of them 😊 Jessie PHEW! Goodness! The truth is that I was worried I already know that there are no feelings ahead But to say that… 😓

MC You were excited, I get it I'm also excited that Jake found someone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <<Lie…>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy Do you think they will go to the wedding together? 🤔 🤭 MC I don't think so, Jake told me that he would already be working by the time the wedding takes place Besides, he doesn't know anyone except the group, I don't want to pressure him Jessy Aww.. Too bad... But I'm glad to see that you get along That is important I mean… Neither of you have deceived the other So the respect you have for each other is admirable 🥺 MC Well, from the start we trusted each other So it's normal that we're fine with each other Jessy OH! By the way! They called me from the bridal shop They asked about the last fitting of the dress MC I have seen it I'll talk to them later I'm busy Jessy Alright I'M SO EXCITED! I still can't believe we're going to be like sisters! 😊

MC Jessy, I must leave you I have things to do, sorry Jessy OK, take care! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I put the phone aside and lie down on the bed. I don't feel like calling the store. I wish I could put it off a bit longer, just because I'm not feeling well at the moment. "Finally I find you" I hear Jake enter the room, approaching the bed "Did you sleep well?" "Better than you" I sit up in bed, looking at him concerned "Does your back hurt?" "I’m perfect." he sits on the bed and complains. I raised an eyebrow and sighed, although he ignored the pain out of pride. "I have something to tell you." "Okay, I'm listening." He sighs looking me directly in the eyes. He looks pretty serious. And worried. “I logged into Schneider's computer." "What?" I blink incredulously, but rather worried now "How come you did that? Without consulting me first?" "I did it precisely for you." “And what if you get caught?” He looks away from me, but I forced him to look at him by placing my hands on his face, “Jake, you can't do this to me- You can't do this to your sisters! Not again!" "Calm down, it's all good." he lowers my hands slowly, speaking to me calmly. "The program is safe this time. There is no reason to be alarmed." Slowly, he releases me. I place my hands in my lap, squeezing them tight. I hope he’s right and that he’s safe. "And what have you found?" I give up and ask. "It's true, he is involved with Charlotte and her disappearance." I turn to look at him quickly. His expression is angry. "Although it is not only about her, MC…" "I want to see everything." "I don't think it's a good idea now." "Jake, please," I begged with a nervous look. "I need to see those proofs..." “Alright,” he stands up and offers his hand to lift me up, “but there's a video you better not watch. I did it and…. I prefer to forget it. Although it is a proof that is going to serve us well." I get scared when I hear him. I don't know what to think anymore after what happened yesterday. I can expect anything. I sit in the chair, with the folder in front of me. Inside everything is separated by photos, videos and documents. Some photos are of me from my teenage days. I couldn't believe this man had such a thing about me. “This is just a backup for now,” Jake tells me as I scroll through the photos. “Just in case it all disappears. “ Although I listen to him, it seems to me that he sounds far away. Charlotte's photos are even worse. I close the photo folder because I don't dare to continue looking. I feel like throwing up when I see them. "This is horrible...“ "MC, now I want you to get ready." Jake sits next to me, holding my hand lovingly. “You are not going to like what you are going to read, but I want you to know that you can stop at any time, you don’t have to read everything.“ I nod and relax. I read Peter and Schneider's conversations. A lump rises in my throat as I read Peter's words. He was someone I trusted, who was always there for me when I needed him, but he didn't really do it the way I thought. I start to cry, feeling bad about myself. I had been so blind... "Why didn't I know to see it before?" “It's not your fault.” Jake squeezes my hand hard, gently parting my hair to see my face. "But I should have realized," I pointed to the screen, stifling a cry. "Do you know the worst of this? It's just that now I realize many things and they all point to the fact that he was a disgusting bastard. And I was treating him like a poor man who has been killed for being innocent when he is not!" I get so excited Jake hugs me to calm me down. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, unable to calm down even though the hug is warm. Feeling betrayed is horrible. I had him like a family member. But it's not me they've hurt, it's Charlotte. I don't want to think that without her, I would have ended up in her shoes. It's the worst thought I can have. The thing to do is find out what happened to her and ruin Schneider's career. It's what I want the most. “I want to show you something.” Jake pulls me away slowly, playing a video. Seeing my father walk into the office makes my heart skip a beat. Hearing his voice made me have many memories. The more I watch the video, the more I understand. He… He protected my mother and me. My father never wanted Schneider to get close to me from the beginning, but now I understand why the friendship between him and Peter drifted away a bit. He doubted him, but he didn't want to because he was his friend. Unfortunately, he was always wrong. My father wasn't perfect, he too could have let his feelings come between the two of them and believe that his best friend wasn't a monster. No one wants to know that someone you trust can be something so… Terrible. “He was always looking out for you, even years after it happened.” Jake tells me, though I don't look away from the computer. "That's why he wanted me to forget it." I wipe away my tears and try to breathe calmly, even though I has a hard time. "He never liked talking about this case, but I would always bring it back." "And is finally finished." I look at Jake, who seems more hopeful than me. "MC, you can leave it now. You have found the murderer who has hurt Charlotte, Ansel, and you and your father so much. Now you can stop." Hearing Jake speak that way, I burst into tears again, but screaming in pain. Jake hugs me tighter again, whispering in my ear that everything was okay. All those times I was arguing for my father about this case, it was Schneider's fault. Because of him, the relationship with my father was always tense. He pretended everything was fine when it wasn't. I was never a victim: Charlotte, Oskar and my father were.For my part, I feel like I'm a trigger. The guilty. "My idea is to access Schneider's computer and sync up all the screens in the station showing all this evidence." Jake slowly moves the computer away from me as I try to compose myself a bit. "How... How long do you think you can take?" "I don't know, it's much more secure than just one, plus…" I see that he frowns, looking at the screen very seriously. "It's weird, it doesn't seem like he's been online since yesterday." "What do you mean?" "He doesn’t logged in since last night." He tucks his hands under his chin thoughtfully. "And by the time it is, he should have been in by now. The program cannot identify me as a user." "Something like an incognito tab?" I ask, with the only comparison in my head. "Something like that, since the program is surveillance, I can come and go whenever I want, although that doesn't mean that Malcolm has put some special things for me given the position I have now." I keep looking at him a little confused, I think after so much information I feel like I'm exhausted again, although I'm not sleepy this time. "For example, if I wanted to now, I could go into your cell phone and look at the messages, and if you had received one at that moment, it wouldn't give it as read, since it detects that I'm only watching, not controlling it. But I can if I want to put a virus." "And why do you have something like that? I mean…. That's bad if you're not careful." "Serves as a distraction," he smiles proudly. "As long as the virus doesn't let him access the computer, I can keep it under control so that he doesn't delete anything. Activate and deactivate." "You really impress me." I don't know how but he manages to make me smile. "Like I always have, haven't I?" I let out a small laugh and he joins me. I would spend hours listening to him talk about everything he likes and I wouldn't get tired. If I already understood the subject or not. "Then maybe you can log in now with no problem." I say, looking at the computer, "And if he does log in to the computer-" “I block it with the virus." "Do you need help?" "No, I'm fine." We both relaxed. The atmosphere is calm again. I bite my lip remembering the chat. I have to tell him, it's impossible to hide it anymore. “My congratulations about you and Aleena.” I say, my voice almost out from crying. "You both are really perfect for each other." "MC, about that-" I hear my cell phone ring from upstairs. I signal to Jake by way of apology and get up to go get it. I have to assume it's Phil. I couldn't talk to him yesterday because I told him I'd be busy. <<I hope you don't realize from my voice that I've cried…. Please don't let him know... >> *Jake POV* All I want her to know is that I'm not dating Aleena. It has nothing to do with my feelings towards MC, but I don't want them to tell her lies about me. But if it makes it easier for both of us to stay away with this lie, then I'll let it slide until this is over and she's married. While MC is on the cell phone, I keep an eye on Schneider's computer. He hasn't logged in yet. Where can he be? I need him to be there so that he is publicly humiliated in front of his co-workers for all that he has done. And also stop Hammer's funeral with honors. He does not deserve it. I feel my blood boil at the thought. I'm even angrier than when I found out that Richy was the culprit behind Hannah's kidnapping and that he wanted to lure MC into the mine. This situation is on another level. And if he ever removes the evidence, I can threaten Schneider that I have everything to charge him with. He will not escape his fate. "Jake..." I turn to listen to MC. His expression is surprised "It was Richy... " "Richy?" I frown, annoyed "Why did he call you from prison?" "He wants me to go, he has said that something has happened, but he can't tell me over the phone. " I grip the chair tightly, getting up quickly. I approach her, who raises her hands to stop me. "Jake, wait-" “I'm not going to let you go alone,” I say, prying her hands away from me carefully. "And this time you will be able to ask him why he wanted you to go to the mine.” She lowers her head, uncomfortable. I bring my hand to her chin and lift her face up, forcing her to look at me. "I'm with you and you need to know the truth." She nods, slowly removing my hand. I have been able to notice how her hand trembles. "Okay…he doesn't even know you yet." "Well, it's about time he got to know me." Going back to the prison in less than twenty-four hours makes everyone look at us as we pass. The guards whisper as we pass by. MC is nervous, she hasn't told me why Richy wants to see her. When Richy sees us go in, he shifts in the uncomfortable seat. He can't even look at us, well, at MC, even if he wants to, embarrassed and feeling guilty. Are their encounters always like this? Is it so hard for him to look the woman he threatened on the phone in the face? We sit down and he takes a quick look at me, to return to MC. “I thought you were coming alone.” he says, his voice almost inaudible. "Richy, this is Jake," MC looks at me and then at him, hands on the table, squeezing them tightly "Hannah and Lilly's brother." I see how now he looks at me. Terrified. He knows exactly who I am because MC has told him about me. He know who I am for being the one who was investigating my sister's kidnapping with MC. "I… I would shake your hand to greet you, but it's not allowed." I don't know if he's joking or just wants to be polite. "I wouldn't accept it." I replied, controlling my anger. "I know, but I don't know how to greet you." he ignores my look, turning back to MC "Well the thing is-" "Not so fast." I cross my arms as I tense up. I can see MC's worried look. "We need to know one thing before you tell us what you have to tell us. But I don't want a vague answer, you're going to be direct. " "Alright…" "Why did you want MC to go to the mine?" I don't control my tone of voice, so I'm not calm. MC places a hand on my arm, grabbing the fabric of my clothing. She is afraid of the answer. Richy sighs, scratching his forehead, thinking. He doesn't dare to look at us, it's hard for him. I'm sure MC is analyzing every gesture he makes, she must know much better what he thinks. I, on the other hand, let myself be carried away by rage. I can't feel sorry for him. "I started to investigate MC right after faking my attack." he begins to narrate, still without looking at us "I needed to know who she was, but I only had a name, there was no more information about her." "That’s why there was only my name in Michael's house and not any pictures." says MC, looking at Richy almost without blinking. "I wanted more information, to scare you into letting my plan go through to the end. But I had to stop because Jessy and Thomas broke into the house. " "That doesn't answer my question." I say annoyed. "Okay," he tries to fit his hands into the cuffs. It seems that it annoys him "The more you investigated, the more afraid I was that you would find out who I really was. Your texts telling me to stop made me feel like that." "I had my doubts because I didn't want to think that my friend was lying to my face." Now it's MC who is speaking harshly. It almost seems like a mother talking to her son. "You failed in not adding The Man Without a Face in your video call." "I wanted to tell you everything in person" Richy's eyes pass by MC. He has no expression, just stares. "I would have told you the whole truth." "And after that?" MC tries not to raise her voice, but it's clear that she's furious with him "Did you think that I was going to leave you alone in the mine to die?" "It's better than being locked up here..." I bang on the table, glaring at him. Would he rather die than be here? Is he that cowardly? “Hannah was already hurting from what she did in the past.” I say through clenched teeth ‘’She wanted to redeem herself and you psychologically tortured them." "And who has had a better defense thanks to money?" Richy asks me annoyed. "Who really deserves justice but Jennifer Hanson?" "Who made Amy Bell Lewis commit suicide?!" "I had been guilty for years and I never received a word from them about what happened! They abandoned me as if I had not participated!" "Both of you! Stop it!" MC yells at us, quite angry. A guard approaches us quite serious. I think we should relax. "The next time you raise your voice again, you leave, last notice. Is that clear?" "Yes, we're sorry." MC apologizes for us. The policeman walks away and we relax. "Thanks for your answer, Richy." MC looks at him calmer, but I know she's upset. There are many feelings involved "Can we now talk about the subject we have come to?" “Yeah, sure." Richy and MC pull themselves together, while I'm still a little tense. I'm letting my emotions act instead of calming me down. This is not good for me. “The guy you met with yesterday, Jan.” He pauses for a moment, looking at the policemen. Then he looks back at us. "Well, we find out that they found him dead in his cell, just before bedtime." "Really?" I ask interested. This seems important. I look at MC who is listening carefully. It's like she already expected it to happen after what happened yesterday. "There's quite a stir around the prison, actually," Richy clenches his hands on the table nervously, "they even say that a certain Manfred Schneider has disappeared after visiting the prison just after Han's body was discovered." MC and I looked at each other. That's why the computer was down. "From the way you look at each other, I think you know who I'm talking about." "We're investigating that man," MC whispers, taking great care with her surroundings. "Let's say he did something and now we're trying to put him in jail." "Well, if he's disappeared, we're going to have a hard time finding him," I also comment in a low voice. "He may have even disposed of his cell phone so they don't track him down if he's guilty of Jan's murder for having confessed to you that it was your father who hired him.” I look at MC worried. "What he's done having a connection with you." "We have to be careful then." MC she hugs herself, afraid. "Who knows if he will come for me." "Seeing you guys talk reminded me of Jessy and me," Richy smiles wistfully. But is it a sincere smile or does he want us to feel sorry for him? "I hope one day she come to see me... I miss her so much." "I highly doubt that after everything you did to her, she wants to see you," MC reproaches him. "Thanks for the information, Richy and…. Thanks for your sincerity." "You're welcome." He looks straight into her eyes. What I feel is not jealousy, but anger. For everything he did. He shouldn't have the right to look at her that way. "And give my regards to the group… Although I know that no one is going to want it, but…. I want you to know that I still consider you my friends." "Sure." MC slowly gets up from the table and I do the same. I see that she tremble a little from so many emotions in so few days. "Take care Richy." "I'm saying the same thing," he looks at me now and smiles. "Nice to have met you Jake." "The feeling isn't mutual." I replied, turning me around to leave. We walked calmly unlike yesterday. No one says a word on the way home. I look at MC who keeps walking silently. She doesn't look at me or speak. "Are you okay?" I ask, worried about what happened. She shoots me a quick look, as if she's annoyed with me. "MC, if you are at this moment doubting whether to feel sorry for Richy, it is better that you forget it." "How can you say that?" She turns abruptly, stopping me "None of this would have happened if Hannah had sat down to talk to Richy too and reached an agreement before wanting to redeem herself!" "Are you blaming my sister now? You're serious?" "NO! It's just- AG!" she sits on the first bench she sees, putting her hands to her head "The threats, pretending he didn't know who Jennifer was, attacking Jessy, taking pictures of her friends, being cold-blooded about take the corpse of a person who had committed suicide and leave it in the woods, the damned house he rented… It was all the work of a madman! Not someone cowardly as you say! I thought he really was going to kill them all! You know the fear of someone wanting to kill your friends?!" I sit next to her, letting out a long breath. Of course I knew. That's why I distanced myself from my friends. Because I thought that by getting into trouble, I would put them in danger. I was afraid that I might hurt them. Although I was more afraid that someone could betray me in exchange for surviving. Though I wouldn't have blamed them. We humans do anything to survive, after all. “You have a right to be mad at him,” I finally say. ”But believe me when I say that what he did to you I will never be able to forgive him. Yeah, what Hannah did of leaving him out wasn't right, but you went through something I'll never forgive myself for.” We look at each other and I see that she continues with anger in her eyes. I try to be the calm one of the two now. "It's not your fault, stop apologizing-" "I'll do it as many times as I need, MC." I move a lock from her face, to see her gaze perfectly. ”But I hope you have found peace with his answer.” “What did he want me to feel guiltier because he died because I couldn't save him?” She lets out a soft laugh ”What a peace…” "Well, actually, I would have felt guilty not to since I was the one in the mines." She nods with a shrug, still with that look on her face. The last thing she says leaves me surprised. "I would have killed him if you had died because of him." “Come here.” I say, inviting her to hug me. MC approaches me and hugs me tight. I try to calm her anger as best I can, stroking her hair to calm her down. Little by little, I notice that her body is no longer tense and her breath tickles my neck. For a moment we forgot about the case and talked about something we never did. The only good thing Richy did was that we got to know each other. That's the only thing I'm thankful for. *MC POV* All this accumulated anger had never let go. I think I had never spoken of Richy in this way. Every time I would come back from seeing him, I would always say 'Oh, it did well' but it didn't. I guess I didn't want to worry anyone with my way of thinking towards him, the rest were already angry enough for me to be too. Someone had to calm them down. "Are you better?" Jake pulls me away and smiles at me. "Yes, thanks." I smile back, much calmer. "Okay, we should- Jake? I see how his expression changes, he seems alert. He makes a sign to me in a hidden way. “I think someone's watching us.” he says, looking carefully around so he doesn't show it. "Schneider?" "No, I don't know," he makes me stand up next to him, still nervous "I haven't been able to see anyone." "And what do we do?" "For now, we can't go home." We walk slowly so as not to raise suspicions that we know we're being watched. "We have to blend in with people until they know we're out of danger." I try to think of where would be the perfect place to lose someone who is chasing you. I have never seen myself in this situation before. "It's weekend…" I comment, thoughtful "Is it worth a shopping center? There are a lot of people there." "Yes, and so I can secretly use my cell phone to locate a signal that is approaching us while we go to the mall." "Then let's go." Chapter 23

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memory log #60

sunday, january 12th, 2025 -- 9:59 a.m.

well, it’s been nearly a week since i’ve updated this blog on what’s been going. after collapsing on tuesday, i got sick. everything got on top of me, so i guess my body tried to stop me by shutting down completely. i was bedridden for two days with a fever, my limbs were aching, and i had a piercing headache. i’ve been better for a few days now, but my wings are still a little sore from laying on them for two days straight.

i’ve been spending time with my roommates and sherry, and felix of course. he’s been sleeping in my bed with me, curled up against my side and purring all the while. i woke up to felix licking my bruised jaw this morning. it felt like someone was peppering kisses on my face and i caught myself whispering elliot’s name when i woke up. i haven’t gone looking for him or any leads on where he might be since earlier this week.

i do have one update, though.

i got a call from the woman working at the almost-abandoned post office, her name is candace, about a letter elliot dropped off early this morning. apparently he was already waiting outside when she pulled into the parking lot for her shift. candace asked him how he knew they were open on sundays, he said he didn’t. she said he was shivering and declined when she offered him a warm cup of coffee. elliot just handed her the letter and took off after thanking her for her kindness, so she called me right away because it felt urgent.

i was already lacing my sneakers by the time the phone call was over. i snuck out quietly, luckily tye was still asleep and carson was at work already. candace was very surprised to see me so soon after the call. i accepted her offer for coffee, i hadn't had anything yet this morning. she left to the back after giving me the letter, i think she wanted to give me some space. very sweet of her. i’ll transcribe what elliot said here:

“angel,

i told you not to go to my apartment.... i’m so sorry you got caught in the crossfire. i have a friend on the outskirts of the group that attacked you, he told me you know now. the least i can do is explain what happened.

you know that i come from money, and with that comes shitty decisions and getting involved with dangerous people. the problem is that once your family cuts you off, there’s no protection from those dangerous people anymore. on the night of christmas eve, i spotted one of the guys in the corner of my eye while we were dancing. he wasn’t supposed to be there and when i saw him pull out a knife, i wanted to get away from the crowd so that nobody got hurt. the blood on my leather jacket is the result of our not-so-little tussle outside the mansion in the middle of nowhere. he slashed my shoulder and his buddy had a gun, so i got grazed by a bullet on my thigh... but i’m okay! no infections, it’s all healing nicely. more sexy scars for me ;)

anyway, i stabbed the guy with the gun to get away. it was dark and i was bleeding a lot, so i think i got him in the side. i guess he didn’t make it. i didn’t stick around to find out, i was trying to focus on getting somewhere safe before i passed out in the middle of the road. i should have assumed that guys like that can’t go to the hospital without getting themselves arrested. his name was paul, he was their leader.

dean, i’m gonna be honest with you, i don’t know what to do. usually, i figure out a way to get myself out of this shit, but they don’t want money or drugs or property this time. they want my life. i might have to leave the state, actually. they’re probably tailing you now, though, just in case. so... i can’t give you any details. i’m sorry. giving candace this letter was risky enough, but you deserve to know.

the thought of you keeps me warm at night. i appreciate you trying to find me but i’d appreciate it more if you just lived your life for now :) like i said, i’ll find you when the time is right <3

yours, eli”

#captain's log #diary entry #blog entry #writing #words

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severushed-toslytherin · 3 years

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Ya know when you have those days when you feel shitty and it gets shittier throughout the day? Well it’s that kinda day for me.

#sorry I’m going to go log off and curl up in my bed #maybe I’ll go skateboarding later today if I feel a little better #maybe cry it out LOL #it’s totally not my day #demons in my head making me insecure and extremely sad for no reason #I don’t even have an excuse to be sad #yet here I am #tbh I’m not okay and sometimes it’s okay for me to feel that way #I just think this feeling will take a long time to overcome or heal #my thoughts #sorry for the rant #just wanted to let you know incase I didn’t reply to anyone #or am not as active today on tumblr #don’t mind me #I’m just #sad #skateboard #skateboarding #sk8 the infinity blog

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simpforboys · 3 years

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streamers 2

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n and vinnie stream together, just having a nice chat

warnings: fluff, joking about mommy kinks, language

requested by night-owl19 on my wattpad

part one

"babe, promise me you're not gonna make any dirty ass jokes," vinnie grinned, holding his girlfriend flesh against him.

"i promise! the last one just kinda- slipped out," y/n laughed, playing with her boyfriend's hair.

a week after their "incident" the couple trended on every social media website. their comments were filled with jokes, but y/n and vinnie didn't mind. rather, they found it funny.

"okay," vinnie let out a breathy laugh as he let y/n stand up.

"i have permission to stream, now?" she asked jokingly.

"mhm," vinnie hummed, laying back in his bed.

y/n was taking a small break from valorant after she got comp and chat banned for calling out homophobic people. (a/n: this has happened to me before so annoying)

so, y/n sat down on vinnie's setup and logged into her own twitch account. announcing she was going live, she clicked start stream on obs.

people quickly began filling in. everyone soon noticed she wasn't in her own room, she was in vinnie's.

"hey guys!" she smiled.

y/nilysm: HI Y/N

vinniesbae: IS THAT VINNIES ROOM

"babe, i think they want you to say hi," y/n read some comments.

vinnie paused the tik tok he was watching and stood up, coming over to check it out. "hello!"

vinnie kissed y/n's scalp before laying back down. y/n turned back to the camera.

"okay, chat. i'm gonna be answering some decent, heavy on the decent! questions. so, ask away," y/n said.

"where's hera? hera is right here," y/n answered, holding up the cat for the camera. hera purred, curling up onto y/n's lap when she was put down.

"how long have you and vinnie been together? uh, i think about a year now. right?" y/n turned around and vinnie nodded at her.

"yeah, about a year. feels a lot longer."

ten minutes passed, and vinnie started becoming more clingy. he made y/n sit on his lap as they both answered questions.

"don't you guys have an age difference?" y/n read.

"i mean, i'm 22. so, two years." y/n nodded.

vinnie had his hands placed on her thighs as he smirked. he loved being with an older woman, even if it was a small age gap.

"yeah, vinnie definitely has a mommy kink," y/n accidentally said, immediately covering her mouth. vinnie blushed madly, hiding his face in her shoulder.

"babe!" he scolded.

"oh my god- i'm so fucking sorry. that was a joke! shit, not again!" y/n said, laughing her ass off at her boyfriend's embarrassment.

vinnieluvsmoms: MOMMY KINK PLS

vinniexy/n: I KNEW IT

y/nswhore: IS THAT WHY VINCENT IS OBSESSED WITH MOMS

after y/n closed the stream, she turned to her boyfriend. "oops."

"oops? i'll show you, oops," vinnie smirked wickedly, throwing her over her shoulder as he ran down the hallway.

"vincent!" y/n gasped.

"woah-" jett stopped dead in his tracks as vinnie flew past him.

the blond boy ran into the deserted living room before throwing his girl down onto the bean bag. she was laughing hardly, trying to catch her breath.

"oops," he shrugged, laying down on top of her.

"you're mean," she breathed.

"i'm mean? you just made another dirty joke on stream with 13 thousand people watching."

"i'm sorry," she ran her fingers through his hair as he laid his head down on her chest.

"they just slip out, you know? kinda like when we-"

"y/n, please," vinnie laughed.

"sorry!" she apologized, wrapping her legs around his hips.

vinnie didn't respond, just dug his face further into her chest.

"you're gonna suffocate," she commented.

"maybe i want to, after your jokes," he said playfully.

"i'm sorry, my love. i really tried, i just got comfortable," she looked down at him.

vinnie lifted his head as they made eye contact. it was darker in the living room, the sunset just hit.

"it's okay... mommy," he grinned, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips.

y/n grinned.

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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I.R.L.📷1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site.

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter.

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him.

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that.

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window.

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”

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Amnesia - Danny Wagner

a/n: uh…i’m sorry for this. i listened to “amnesia” by 5sos and my mind just formed this entire idea in 2 hours or so. prepare…

warnings: lots of angst, ends in fluff

All Danny could think of was the last words you said to him.

“I don’t think I can do this, Danny. Going on a year-long tour with only weeks of breaks between the legs, our relationship is going to feel so strained. I need…I need to leave. Leave us behind.”

He watched as tears continuously streamed down your face, your eyeliner smearing around your eyes, lips much fuller than before due to biting and wiping them of the tears that coated the skin.

His mind wandered to the last time you two shared a kiss. The night before. Right before bed, you curled into his chest, but not before leaning up to kiss him sweetly. Little did he know, that would be the last kiss you two shared before you decided to end things.

The following morning was when he was told the news of a world tour, starting in April and ending January of next year. He had the entire schedule of dates, and it was very jam-packed, including other concert appearances here and there.

You weren’t sure you could keep up with the schedule, having him gone for so long and still maintain the same relationship? Things were bound to change, and that terrified you and overtook your emotions and thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Danny. I know this is your job and your passion, but I don’t…”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, trying to hold back his tears. “It’s okay.” You sucked in a breath and walked to the door, grabbing your bag and keys before heading out. As soon as the door shut, the dam in Danny’s eyes broke and he sobbed out loudly.

He tried to move on, he did. But he couldn’t help but think of all the places you went to around Nashville. One day, he drove past the park where he asked you to be his girlfriend. He had to pull over because of the cries that came from his lips.

Two months later, he ran into a friend of yours. She said she had heard what happened and offered her sympathy, but he couldn’t help but ask how you were doing. She mentioned things with you were okay, and you were doing your best to move on.

Hearing your name sent Danny into even deeper despair. He hadn’t heard it in so long, his brothers knowing not to say it around him anymore.

She brought up how you went on a date with someone new and had apparently hit it off with them. This shattered his heart all over again. He tried to make it seem like he was okay, but he wasn’t.

You remained the only thing on his mind ever since you broke up. And for him to find out that you were already seeing other people hurt him. Apparently, you were doing fine. Yet he was still hung up on you. This got his mind thinking.

Did you ever really love him? Was everything you told him a lie, if you could move on so easily? This is what got to him the most.

The guys could tell this was really affecting Danny. He wasn’t himself, constantly thinking about you. If you were happy with your new possible lover, memories you two shared, the feeling of being with you. Everything.

The memory of when he first told you he loved you ran in his head while the guys were rehearsing one day.

—

You were curled up beside Danny around the bonfire. It was a beautiful night for a bonfire, so Josh suggested that everyone come over to have drinks and sit around the fire. The log you were sitting on was uncomfortable, but you were too cozy against Danny’s side.

He listened as you chatted with Josh about some movie, or director, or idea, and all he could think about was how well you hit it off with the guys and how much they liked you and being around you. And he hadn’t really thought much about his next words, they just spilled out.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear. You freeze and tell Josh to hold on for a moment. You turn to Danny, eyes widened and a small grin on your face.

“You do?” You murmur. He smiles and nods, his eyes falling to his lap where he held your hand in his.

“Yeah, I do.” Your face heats up and you kiss him, getting lost in your own world with Danny.

—

“Danny?” Jake calls out, breaking him from his daze. He looks up at the band standing in front of him, waiting to start the song. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just…” He tapers off. The others offered him a remorseful look, knowing exactly what was going on.

“Let’s take like a ten minute break,” Josh offers, the other two setting their instruments down. Danny stands and rushes out of the room, the other three exchanging a look.

“What should we do?” Sam wonders, sighing. Josh and Jake both shrug, looking towards the door where Danny exited. Sam decided to go look for Danny, wanting to comfort his best friend in any way he could.

Eventually, he found Danny in the lounge room, laying on the couch. He was facing away from the door, so Sam could clearly see his phone, which he was scrolling through. Before making himself known, he saw a familiar face.

You.

Danny was swiping through pictures and videos of you. From ones that you and Danny took together on dates or vacations, or just days spent together, to photos of you by yourself that you had posted to social media, or took specifically to send to him.

“Danny,” Sam finally calls out, startling the tall, curly-haired man. He sits up, locking his phone, though a knowing look appears on Sam’s face. Danny sighs and rubs his face with his hands.

“I miss her so fucking much, dude,” he mumbles. Sam takes a seat next to his friend and throws an arm around his shoulder.

“I know. We can tell. You haven’t been the same since the break-up.”

“How can I be fine? Especially knowing that she’s already going on dates? Two and a half months after breaking up with me? How the fuck can I be okay?” Sam says nothing, letting Danny rant and get his emotions out.

“I often wonder what she’s doing. Like if he’s treating her right, if they cuddle and if she does that super cute thing where she traces shapes with her finger on his bare chest. Or if she ever feels lonely despite having him right there with her, if she misses me,” his voice lowers as he finishes his thought.

“You don’t know for sure if she’s even seeing anybody. (Y/F/N) said she went on a couple dates, you don’t know if any of those dates went anywhere.”

“That’s not it, Sam!” Danny suddenly yells, standing, his friend’s arm falling onto the couch. “It’s the fact that she jumped right back into dating, so fucking quickly! Did she not care for me the way I fucking cared for her?!” Tears flowed from his eyes, his nose beginning to run. Sam had never seen his friend so distraught, and it worried him.

“How can she be fine when I’m still dealing with thinking of her and wishing what we had was never ruined?! All of our memories are still clear in my mind yet she is totally fine with making new ones with some man not even three months after breaking up!” He continues.

Silence hung in the air for a little as Danny tried to control himself.

“Why don’t you go home for the day?” Sam suggests. Danny wipes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. He finally nods, grabbing his phone and slowly walking out of the room. Sam stays put, wiping away a single tear that fell down his cheek, hating how broken his best friend had become.

Danny arrived home not long after leaving, dropping his bags right near the door and slugging to his room. He falls onto his bed and curls up, grabbing the pillow that you used when you slept over, taking a deep breath.

It still smelled like you. This was keeping him grounded.

He held it tightly to his chest, sobbing loudly, his emotions becoming too much for the moment. His tears soaked the pillow, and he hated that they were, but there was no way he was letting it go and losing you, in another way, again.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “(Y/N), please.” His voice cracks, his breaths becoming short. “Please come back.”

“Danny?” A familiar voice sends Danny into a panic. He thrashes around, becoming so overheated that he had begun to sweat. “Danny?”

What a sweet voice, he thought to himself.

Soft caresses break him out of his sleep, and his eyes fly open.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out.

You sat next to him, a worried expression on your face.

“Danny, are you okay?” You ask. He sits up, reaching out for your hand to see if you were real or not. “You were whimpering my name.”

He looks around the room, realizing he was in his hotel room in Louisiana, where the band was currently at, not his house.

“Baby?” He confirms. You nod, eyes still filled with worry. Suddenly, he grabs you in his arms and holds you as tight as he can to his chest. Your arms wrapped around his bare body, which was sticky from sweat, but you didn’t care.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he whimpers into your neck. “You’re here, you’re actually here.”

“Danny, what’s going on?” You ask again. Though he says nothing, he just continues to hold you. Finally, though, he sits up, allowing you to move and sit in front of him.

“Wha-what…how, what are you-” he couldn’t finish any sentence. You giggle and caress his cheek, though the smile falls as soon as you take a deeper look in his eyes.

“I was able to take a few days off to travel with you for the next three or four shows, so I flew out to surprise you,” you explain. “Sam said you were taking a nap in the room and gave me the card.”

“So, you’re not going to leave me?” He questions. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Did you have a nightmare or something? Please tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me.” He takes a few deep breaths and sits up, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly.

“I had a dream that you left me because you couldn’t do the year-long, worldwide tour,” he says quietly. If the room hadn’t been silent, you wouldn’t have heard him. But the only sound came from the air conditioning, making the room chilly.

“But after you left, you started dating others and…I can’t imagine…”

“Hey, shh,” you coo, wiping his cheeks to rid the tears. “I’m here.”

“I know, and I-I didn’t know what to do,” he whimpers. “You left me and I felt so lost.”

“I’m not leaving you, Danny. At least not in a relationship-sense,” you confirm, holding his face in your hands. “I hate to ask, but what was the reason I left you in your dream?”

“Fucking twisted nightmare,” he shakes his head. “You said the tour was too long for you to believe that a relationship could be maintained.”

“Oh babe,” you murmur, tangling your hand in his hair. He tries to steady his breathing and as soon as you touch him, he begins to feel much better.

“I would never think that, okay?” You confirm. Danny nods, his eyes meeting yours. They were slightly red due to crying, but he still looked as handsome as ever. “I understand this is your job and I absolutely support you for it. I would never leave you because you go on tour. It’s your life, and I love you so much for it.”

“So you…you’re here to stay?” You smile and nod, kissing his forehead softly. “None of our relationship is a lie?”

“I’m here to stay. You have nothing to worry about, Daniel.” He pulls you back into his arms, right against his chest. You settle into the mattress and his grip tightens just a little bit with each passing second. “And no, none of our relationship is a lie. Everything I have told you, pertaining to how I feel about you, is one thousand percent true.”

He never wanted to let you go now that he had you. But he knew that you’d be leaving him in the coming days to go back home, and that scared him.

“I love you,” he whimpers into your neck, the last of his tears escaping his eyes. You caress his back with one hand and trace random shapes against his chest, eyes closed as sleep takes over you.

“I love you too, Danny. I always will. I’ll always be yours.”

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