Could we see headcanons for a pennywise who still sometimes gives in to It's feeding urges w/ someone It loves? Thanks in advance!!
upon seeing you, his eyes would immediately turn yellow, and he would grow out his sharp set of teeth
there would be LOTS of drooling, he couldn’t control his salivation
he’d push you up against the nearest surface, sniffing you just as a predatory animal would do to its prey
he’d be very frustrated because he wouldn’t want to hurt his beloved, petite human, but he would still need to satisfy his hunger for blood somehow
if you are on your period, you are lucky. Penny would just eat you out, if not…tough luck.
then he would try to draw as much blood as possible without making you pass out on him
he’d cover your whole body in brusises and scars, he’d be careful with sensitive parts though such as your neck, but your arms and legs would be dripping with blood
he would carve a ‘P’ into your skin with his claws, and if you could take more, his whole name would end up decorating your back because he just loves marking what’s his
lots of growling, moaning, murmuring about how much he loves your taste
running his tongue over each wound to ease your pain a little
eventually, he would end up fucking you
hot, steamy, rough sex
sometimes - depending on how hungry, frustrated he is -, he’d take you three times in a row, cumming inside you each time, his stamina enabling him to fill you up with just as much ejaculate as the first time, if not more
after he’s done with you, feeling content and “well-fed”, he would pull you close to his warm body, cuddling you, running his hands over your aching arms and legs, whispering sweet things into your ears: “you did so well, little one”, “daddy’s very proud of you”
you wouldn’t be able to walk properly, you couldn’t even lift your arms, they would hurt so much, so Penny would carry in his arms or on his back until you recover
In the Percy Jackson fandom we have a lot of important moments. You drool in your sleep, dam, the underwater kiss, bob says hello, etc. But nothing will ever, ever be more iconic than Percy ignoring until finally answering the door to a beaten-up olympian and saying absolutely nothing but “why?”
Summary:Living as a top level secret agent can sometimes feel lonely and empty, but not when you have a fellow agent who constantly competes with you. Although he’s from another agency you’re both the best at what you do…hate each other. Both always sent on the same mission where you just can’t help but turn it into a competition. In order to have more chances at beating you, Jungkook sets out on his own mission to uncover your weaknesses, to spy on you. You very much hate him and he hates you…but that’s just what the both of you thought.
In one hand you had a cup of coffee, and in the other you had your duffel bag swung over your shoulder. Last night was very…eventful, you still hadn’t found out how Jungkook had discovered your address, but you were about to soon. Namjoon was a professional hacker and so you had a splendid idea on how to get your revenge.
You barged into the building like you owned it, it was a normal thing you did once you became the top agent. Who could complain though? You only did it as a joke.
“Agent Y/N! Good morning!” Taehyung greeted you, he was the second best agent at the company. The two of you had had a thing going on a few years ago, but it was nothing serious. Just a few nights together…that’s all.
You raised your hand as a greeting and went to Namjoon’s office which was on the fifth floor. Your agency’s building is actually quite big. It has a total of nine floors, a garage with five floors and a food court on the third floor. The interior of the building has a white, modern design, with windows as the outer walls.
You walked into Namjoon’s office and once again dropped your duffel bag onto a chair. This time Namjoon was sitting at his desk, busy typing things onto his computer. He was so concentrated on it that he didn’t even notice you walk in.
You cleared your throat to get his attention, then he finally looked up with his large black glasses propped on his nose, “Oh hey, didn’t see you there.” You handed him the coffee that you had bought on your way, then proceeded to sit down in the single couch in the corner.
“Thank you, I really needed this.” Namjoon took a sip of the coffee and winced a little at the bitter taste.
“Perfect, just the way I like it.” He plopped the cup down onto a coaster and rolled his seat to face you.
“Joonie, I need a favor, please.” You knew that he had a soft spot for you, but by using his nickname you made the spot even softer. He covered his face with his large hands and sighed.
“What is it this time?” he said with a muffled voice since his hands were covering his entire face.
“Well… You see…Jungkook was at my place last night-” You were about to explain everything to him when an alarm went off. Now this wasn’t just any alarm, you’ve heard it many times before.
You and Namjoon rushed over to the announcement hall, the standard procedure for all agents and computer information specialists, or as you liked to call them, hacker pros.
All the agents from your floor were in the hall, everyone was prepared for the worst. As agents you have to think of the worst case scenario, and not the best, with this method you’d hardly get surprised or be unprepared, which is an important part of being a secret agent. A large monitor at the front of the room turned on and the room went dead silent.
The face of a retired top agent, now head of the agency was displayed on the screen, “Fellow agents. We have just received news that our ally, the United States, has uncovered information about a new terrorist group threatening to create completely new weapons that could possibly, as we all know it, not only endanger the U.S, but also lead to world devastation.” You couldn’t help but feel excited, this meant that they would be sending only the best of the best on this mission. It’s not that you were stuck up or anything, but you knew that you were referred to as the ‘most experienced’ in the company.
“Due to the dangers of this situation, we will be sending only the most qualified from our agency. They will be heading undercover to retrieve the blueprints of the weapons from the base of the terrorists that are currently said to be located in Hong Kong.” On the screen the man was handed a sheet of paper that he slowly scanned through, the tension in the room increasing by every second.
“The agents to be assigned to this mission are, Agent 033, Y/F/N, and Agent 095, Kim Taehyung. They will be leaving in approximately one hour, you know where to go to be prepared for this. Good luck.” You weren’t very surprised when your name was called, but when Taehyung’s name was called you felt yourself stiffen a little. You decided to not let anything get in your way during the job, get it done and leave, that was the plan.
The screen went black and everyone headed back to their stations, just because they weren’t sent on the main mission, didn’t mean they had no part in it.
You headed to the main gear room, Taehyung was already there putting on a bulletproof vest. Namjoon came over to you and handed you a file with all the information. You skimmed through it, noting the important points. Once you were done you looked up to find Taehyung standing in front of you, you returned the files to Namjoon and walked over to where the guns were laid out. Taehyung followed behind, your hand hovered over the guns, determining which would be the most suitable to carry in your belt, you chose a plain pistol and stuffed it in your gun holder.
“We should get going.” You said while turning to Taehyung, you lifted your skin tight skirt up to place a knife in your leg strap. You could feel Taehyung gaping, since your leg was practically on display with what resembled a choker on it, making the sight a whole lot drool worthy, “Don’t you know staring is rude?” you gave him a smug look and sashayed out of the room.
“M-72 I repeat M-72 is ready for landing. Over.” You heard the pilot speaking to the control tower. You grabbed a parachute and threw it to Taehyung, then you went to the cockpit, “Excuse me, that won’t be necessary.” You grabbed one more parachute and strapped it on, you took a deep breath and moved over to the sealed door.
You unsealed the plane’s door and a gust of wind blew through. Things flew all over the room, “Time to go Taehyung.” You put on a pair of goggles, and then… you jumped. Your arms and legs were glued together as you maneuvered yourself to where you planned on landing. Taehyung wasn’t too far behind, he followed your lead with his hands and legs tightly pressed to his body.
As you got closer to the ground, you stretched out your hand and gave a signal of a thumbs up, telling Taehyung to release his parachute. Once you heard his release, you pulled on your strap and released yours as well.
You scanned the terrain with eyes as though of an eagle watching it’s prey. It was quite dark but you were still able to spot an empty plot of land between all the trees. Your watch suddenly started to beep, you looked at it and realized that Namjoon had put some sort of tracking device on it. You didn’t know what it was tracking but it also informed you on the terrorist base being nearby.
The landing was smooth, and you proceeded to unbuckle the parachute.
“The base should be North-West from here.” Taehyung said coming up to you. Nodding at him you both set out.
“Y/N! Do you have the blueprints yet!?” Taehyung dodged another blow that was aimed to his face, he brought out his gun and cuffed the man on his head then kicked him making him stumble over and lose consciousness. He turned to the right where there were two other men running into the room and fired his gun. With one shot to the head the first man was down, he fired again and the second man collapsed.
“I’ve almost got it!” The blueprints were still being downloaded onto the flash drive that you had plugged into the terrorist’s computer. The plan was to retrieve the blueprints and destroy the source of them.
32 seconds remaining
“Come on, any time now…”
A man came out from around the corner and started firing at you, you ducked behind the desk. You looked from the side at what position he was in, then you slid to the right and fired at him. He didn’t expect your move and so he was shot in the stomach and then in the head.
You rushed back over to the computer and it said the download was complete. You unplugged the flash drive and then you had to somehow destroy the computer.
You pondered on how Namjoon would do it, probably erase the memory or something. There were reasons why you were unable to do that. With one, you weren’t a hacker pro and two, there was no time for that!
So… you did what Y/N would do, you shot it, not once, not twice. You shot the computer’s monitor then you shot the CPU, the mother board, you made sure you shot everything. And with that you were out of there, “It’s done! Let’s get out of here!” you and Taehyung ran out of the base. You stole one of their military vans and drove off.
Once you were far enough from the base and were sure you weren’t being followed, you stopped the van and got out. The next step was to get to town, from there you would go to a hotel already reserved by the agency, and the next day you would take a plane back to Korea.
The two of you were now on the outskirts of Hong Kong and decided to hail a taxi.
“Y/N, you’re hurt…” Taehyung rushed over to you when he noticed a cut on your thigh. You hadn’t even felt it, there was too much going on for you to notice that some bastard back there had successfully gotten a hit on you. You were slightly limping as you walked towards the taxi,
“I’m fine.” you waved him off. Taehyung held onto your hand as he helped you get into the taxi. He then told the taxi driver the hotel where you were headed to. Taehyung tore the sleeve of his shirt off and tied it round your cut. His hand then lingered on your thigh as you two made eye contact.
“I’ll make sure to get someone take a look at that once we get to the hotel.” he moved his hand up to your cheek and his thumb rubbed it gently, “You should really be more careful Y/N.” he smiled.
“There you go.” The nurse said as she tied a bandage round your leg. You thanked her as you pulled up your pants and headed out the small clinic. You were glad that the hotel had it’s own clinic because you weren’t planning on going to a hospital just because of a cut you could’ve stitched up yourself.
You entered the elevator to head up to your hotel room, just as the elevator’s doors were about to close, a hand had blocked them. As the doors slowly opened, you moved to the side and a tall guy walked in, you couldn’t see his face because he didn’t turn towards you.
“What floor?” You asked while you stood over by the elevator buttons,
“Fifth.” his voice was awfully familiar, and then it clicked.
“Jungkook!? Why the fuck are you here?!” you turned towards him, you weren’t exactly upset but you were so convinced that he was following you now.
“I’m here on a mission, just like you.” grinning he folded his arms over his chest and licked his lips. He was wearing a black suite and you bit your lip and turned around, you felt your legs go weak.
“How’d your mission go?” The elevator passed the second floor and you could feel him move closer to you. Oh how much you wished Taehyung was there with you right now, if he was, Jungkook wouldn’t be talking to you, at least that’s what you thought.
“It went great, actually. What about yours?” you turned towards him and gave him a knowing grin.
“It went better than your last relationship, that’s for sure.” with those words you felt a sudden stab in your chest, you saw the memories starting to come back to you. The memories you had tried so hard to forget, the memories that would haunt you every night once you closed your eyes.
You held onto your head with both your hands, you could feel them shaking. Why had those words triggered you so much? The incident had happened years ago, yet the words were still able to hurt you.
You didn’t even notice when you had dropped to the ground and began to cry. You didn’t care if Jungkook was there watching you break down, you didn’t care…you didn’t care anymore.
Jungkook wasn’t able to understand why you suddenly broke down. He wanted to put you off by mentioning your relationship, but he didn’t know you would take it this seriously. He suddenly began to regret ever saying that.
'Maybe I took it too far.’
He crouched down and tried to calm you down by rubbing your back, but you screamed at him “Don’t touch me!” your eyes were full of tears as you began to hit him with the little energy you had left.
Jungkook was very confused, he didn’t stop you from hitting him, since the hits were weak and feeble. They barely hurt him, “Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” he hadn’t planned on breaking you, he just wanted to slow you down, so he could finally have a chance at beating you.
You stopped hitting him after you heard him apologize, you didn’t understand how he could possibly know about your relationship.
He wiped your tears, “I’m really sorry, I-I shouldn’t have said anything.” he held onto your hands that were tiny compared to his. You finally looked up at him, this time you actually took your time to notice his features.
He had large, round eyes, with a very cute nose. You noticed he had a scar on his left cheek, 'Probably from a fight or something’. His mouth looked so soft and kissable, you couldn’t help yourself from staring. He looked deep into your eyes that were filled with hurt, the two of you just sat there gazing at each other till the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. This was the first time you forgot about hating him.
You cleared your throat and got up while dusting your pants. You left him and headed for your room, but this time you did turn back. When you did, Jungkook was rushing after you, he held onto your hand, you tried to squeeze out of his grip but you were too weak.
“You didn’t tell me if you’ve forgiven me yet.” he said while moving his face closer to yours. You looked down at your feet, their tips touching with Jungkook’s.
“It doesn’t matter.” you said. You felt his free hand move down to your waist, gently pulling you closer, your chests were now pressed against each other.
“It matters to me.” he placed his hand on your chin, making you face him.
“This is very unprofessional..” You put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you but he only gripped you tighter.
“Y/N please say you forgive me…or do I have to force it out of you?” he cocked his head to the side and looked deep into your eyes.
Without a warning he brushed his lips against yours and that’s when you knew what was coming your way. You pushed him away, you stood there contemplating if what just happened was even appropriate, there was no doubt that after months of meeting him on missions he was no longer a stranger to you. His lips felt so soft against yours and half of you regretted pushing him away.
“I’m sorry, I should go..” he said as he rubbed his forehead and proceeded to walk past you. You’ve known this man for ten months, spoken to him only on a couple of occasions, although he seemed cocky, you knew he had a soft heart.
“Wait.” you called out to him, you didn’t want this feud between the two of you to go on forever,
“I forgive you.” you tucked a hair behind your ear as you looked up at him, you gave him the warmest smile you could handle at the moment.
At that instant, Jungkook had realized his true feelings towards you. Jungkook wanted to protect you, he wanted to hold you in his arms as you fell asleep. He wanted your face to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning. He wanted to have you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t have you because he had hurt you, he had to fix this. He had to fix this before he looses you to someone else, and he would hate himself if he lost you.
Your phone began to ring before Jungkook could say anything, you checked the caller ID, it was Taehyung calling you.
“I have to go.” you said as you walked away from Jungkook,
“We’ll see each other soon again, right?”
You nodded towards him as you walked over to the room that you shared with Taehyung. You knocked on the door, Taehyung opened it almost immediately, once he saw you he pulled you inside.
“Y/N I was so worried about you.” he cupped your face inspecting it as if you had just risen from the dead.
“I’m completely fine. Chill a little.” You said waving him off, “I’m going to take a shower.” You kicked off your shoes, and grabbed the robe that was laid out on your bed.
“Can I join you?” Taehyung asked you with a smirk.
You and Taehyung used to be fuck buddies, it’s a long story to begin with, but yes, it actually happened, so you weren’t surprised when he asked you that question. You had ended it with him a long time ago for a reason.
“Please don’t?” You gave him a dark look. You turned your back on him as you took of your shirt on your way into the bathroom. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on your back as you shut the bathroom door.
You were obsessed with James Bond, and you knew that normally, after a successful mission he would always end up having sex with some pretty lady. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t plan on sleeping with Taehyung anytime soon.
As you got into the shower you thought back on how you felt when Jungkook was holding you so close. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach returning as you remembered the way your lips brushed against each other, as if they were meant for each other. He made your insides feel warm, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time.
'Am I developing feelings for him?’ You shook your head at the thought.
'That’s just crazy talk, why would I even like him?’
You walked out of the bathroom with your robe on, Taehyung was already sleeping as you walked over to your bed. Just as you were about to lay down, you heard a light knock on the door.
Surprised, you went over to check who it was. You opened the door to Jungkook, standing with a dozen of roses. You weren’t sure how to react or what to respond with.
“Uh-Uhm…what are these for?”
“I still felt bad for earlier, so I decided to bring you these.” He held out the roses with both his hands.
Hesitantly, you took them from his grip, still perplexed, you gave him a confused look.
“Y/N I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time.” He suddenly pulled you to him. With the unexpected action, you had dropped the roses. Jungkook cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes. Your hands were on his chest, you could feel his quick heartbeat under the palm of your hands.
There was something very off about him though. In all your years of being an agent, you could tell that Jungkook wasn’t in his normal state of mind.
Jungkook suddenly slumped over you. You could barely hold him up, his weight was crushing you under him. You saw the roses on the ground, still struggling to hold him up. There was a note among them.
It didn’t take long after we first met before I began taking nude pictures of her. This was before computers so In order for you to take nudes, most bought Polaroids. Didn’t really get fun until after we were married. Took a long time to get her comfortable with her body, due to her upbringing. The challenge actually made it more fun. I always had a way of bringing girls to do things they would normally never think of. We began taking outdoor pictures in places like after hour construction sites. I really love a beautiful girl in the sunshine. By this time she was going braless in thin or see through shirts when we were together. The looks at the grocery store freaked her out a bit at first. After a few times it got to be fun for her. She began realizing just how hot she was when she caught a lot of guy’s drooling over her. After awhile she began going that way alone too. Of course I had to know about all the looks or comments when she got home. Then we would fuck or I’d jack off for her while she told her story. Makes for an active sex life. When I was able to buy a new VHS camera, I came home and surprised her with it. Couple nights later we would film our first video. I actually hid the camera and showed her the video after we had sex. Though shocked, she was extremely turned on so of course we had sex again. Now it’s time to go to our cottage.<br>
The cottage wasn’t on the main highway but on what I believe was the old main road. Traffic at night was about 10 cars an hour in the summer and 5 in the fall. You’ll understand why I mentioned this latter. The road was semi paved, then became dirt. Further down it turned into a sandy, one lane trail of sorts. When you got to this point, there were spots where people would camp wilderness style. Had a few cottages or small homes in the area but very Much the woods.Perfect place to start out shooting some video. She had a hot devils Halloween outfit complete with pitchfork, horns and cape. That’s all she wore in the video, minus the horns. It was like a super chic in the woods. Basically she just walked around until a stranger popped up. She noticed him pretty quickly and head back into the brush, so not sure what he saw. He approached me as she popped on her shorts and t shirt then she joined us. The sun was bright that day so as she headed towards us, the sun hit her shirt. A white t shirt in the sun is like no shirt at all from a distance. I honestly thought she was topless and imagine he thought the same since he was staring at her. He was a bit slow so not sure if he understood what was happening.
Just realized i have a thing for jason carrying billy bridal style after reading your post, so maybe jason carrying a sleeping billy back home after a long day of training? Love you and your stories btw, have a gr8 day pal.
Jason stretched, groaning as he knocked out the kinks in his back. Trini clapped his shoulder affectionately. “Good workout, Jay,” she breathed.
Her mouth suctioned around her pink water bottle. A whistling sound could be heard from inside the bottle as she drank like she was dying. He grinned at her. “You too, Dede.”
She rolled her eyes, flipping him off instead of smacking him. At this point, the name was a running gag between the five of them.
So far they’d been there since about nine in the morning. Halfway through training, they’d move out of the pit to battle it out in the sunlight while Zack, Kim and Billy continued taking turns beating each other up with Alpha’s help.
Jason checked his watch. It was just turning eight minutes past five. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and eyed Trini who was sprawled on the ground now, water bottle sticking out of her mouth like she was a hamster.
She spat out her bottle, the last sip of water drained. “Fuck yeah,” she coughed, one arm reaching up for him. He helped her up.
“I’ll get the others,” he said.
She nodded, tired, and started off towards the car, catching her rolling bottle along the way.
The dive into the water was refreshing. Helped clear his mind from the “dodge-dodge-punch” sequence he’d been building up in his head and into his muscle memory. It still took some work for him not keep moving his arms in mimed punches though.
He hit the ground with a little groan and pattered damply to the pit. Zack was already packing up their stuff. He pointed roughly at Jason. “We’re leaving, leader-man. With or without you.”
Jason snorted. “I was actually coming to get you guys.”
“Lies and slander,” Kimberly yelled laughing. Her voice echoed further down in the cave.
Jason laughed and glanced at Zack. “You need any help?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Zack said, easy. He slung Kim’s yellow bag over his chest and grunted as his own red one banged into his back. “Your boy might need some though.”
Jason was already heading forward when Zack said that. A spike of anxious panic pounded into him but before he could ask what Zack meant, Zack was gone. Nervously, Jason hurried further into the pit, around the walls and curves until Kim and Billy were in his view.
Kimberly was fine.
Billy was strung out on the ground, face smushed into the dirt, limp. If it weren’t for his light breaths whistling through the air, Jason would’ve…
Well, he didn’t know what he’d do but he had the slightest feeling it wouldn’t have been good for Kimberly, who was sitting beside him, calm as could be and chatting patiently with Alpha.
“Master Jason!” Alpha chirped, strutting forward. “And how was your session with Master Trini?”
“Uh… decent,” Jason said. He pointed at Billy. “Billy?”
“Sleeping,” Kim said. She gave a heavy grunt as she shoved herself off the ground. A relaxing crack echoed in the room. She moaned and sighed. “He got winded about thirty minutes ago so we let him sleep.”
Tension eased out of Jason’s back. Stiffly he moved forward and squatted beside Billy. “Billy,” he murmured, gingerly patting his boyfriend’s face. “Time to get up.”
“Four more minutes,” Billy whined, rolling over into Kim’s leg and squeezing himself into a ball.
She patted his shoulder absentmindedly. “C’mon, Billy. You can sleep when you get home.”
“Or I could just keep sleeping where I am,” he grumbled but he flexed his body out and squinted over at Jason. “Jason, can I sleep here?”
“Nah, Billy.” Jason reached down at Billy one hand. “Your bed’s more comfortable.”
Kim snorted. “How do you know that?” she asked, voice teasingly suggestive.
Jason’s face burned. “Um, it’s- you know, a bed. It’s gonna be more comfortable than the floor.”
“And cause we do sex there,” Billy said, his voice weary and bordering on half-asleep mumbling. Kim choked on her laughter. Jason swatted Billy’s arm. “What?” He blearily looked up at Jason. “That’s what you said before.”
Her laughter siphoning off into the air, Kim fluttered her hand at them. “Meet you at the car.”
Billy sighed heavy over her retreating footsteps. “I don’t want to leave the ground, Jason.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to, Billy.”
He frowned. “I’m not moving unless you make me. I’m too damn tired and my legs feel like lead.” He coughed and eyed Jason. “You know, the lead that people always say they feel like when they’re tired because you can’t actually feel like lead because it’s not an emotion but it’s a metaphor or something and whatever it is, is how I feel.”
Jason rubbed his face. “Okay.” He stood up. “I’m gonna move you then.”
Jason stretched for a brief moment before squatting and scooping Billy into his arms, princess style. Billy yelped and swung his arms around Jason’s neck. His eyes bore, half-annoyed and bothered, at Jason’s face.
Billy sighed and tucked his face into the crook of Jason’s neck. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“That’s fine, Billy,” Jason grunted, shifting him into a more comfortable position in his arms.
“I’ll probably drool on you.”
“You always drool on me.”
Billy’s eyes snapped open and he glowered. “That is a dirty lie, Jason Lee Scott.”
“You do!” Jason protested. The shimmer of the water reflected prettily on Billy’s face. Jason readied himself. “Not a lot though. But you do drool when you sleep, Billy. Hold your breath.”
Billy kept glaring at him even as Jason heaved them from the opening of the cove through the water. When they broke their head across the surface, Billy stayed quiet while Jason adjusted him and pressed his face back into Jason’s neck. Strong legs tightened around Jason’s waist. Billy’s body relaxed against Jason’s chest.
Rocking onto his back, Jason backstroked over to the rocks that swarmed around the water. Every so often, Billy’s sleeping face would dip into the water. A surge of internal panic kept capsizing through Jason’s core whenever it happened but he managed to shift Billy’s head to just under his chin without waking Billy up.
Digging his hands into the rock, he started to climb. It took a little longer than normal and and a lot of effort but Jason managed to climb out of the water and over the rocks without harming Billy an inch.
Still his hands burned harshly and there were flecks of dirt and rock stuck to his skin. Rubbing them on his jeans, Jason wrapped his arms around Billy’s waist and cuddled him close as he set forwards to the car.
They all took turns driving each other whenever they had training. Trini had parked her dad’s rundown Lesabre parked just outside the mines and hidden within the trees. When Jason got the edge of the road, it had been driven out to the road. They were all waiting, Zack sprawled out on the top to bake in the sun.
“Sleeping beauty requires many kisses from the handsome black paladin to awake,” he drawled, rolling off the car.
“You put your mouth anywhere near his and you can count yourself as the next person I slap into space,” Jason threatened.
“Maybe it’s the sexy pink one that awakes the pretty blue,” Kim teased from the passenger seat.
Jason rolled his eyes and crawled into the back, keeping Billy tucked in close. Zack hopped in quickly after. The car began its slow crawl down the road, engine puttering softly and groaning.
The sun was halfway set by the time they got to Billy’s house.
“You want me to wait?” Trini asked.
Jason shook his head, hefting Billy up from where he was sagging. “I can walk.”
“Alright.” Trini sat back, hands back on the steering wheel and engine puttering weakly under her foot.
“See you, Jay!”
“Remember to kiss him from his eternal princely slumber!”
Jason waved them off and wrestled the house key from Billy’s back pocket. Slowly, the door creaked open and he half-jogged to the basement door, stumbling down the stairs and over to Billy’s bed.
Billy spilled out onto his sheets, all loose-limbed and conked out. Jason smiled. Warmth was dripping all over him like soft honey. He swept a thumb over the side of Billy’s face before leaning over and kissing the top of his head.
Noctis: Drooling in his sleep! Not to add that he snores as well. But as much as he sleep the Sleepy Prince often drools in his sleep and that is anywhere. There is a total permanent wet spot on the side of the Regalia. On any pillow he sleeps at in a caravan, so the next person that uses it is wondering what the hell happened. (and hoping that it’s just drool and not something else) He tends to lean against Gladiolus when he falls asleep and the King’s Shield will get a lot of drool down his arm. Gladiolus gets back for the drool by dropping bits of broken carrot into his mouth.
Prompto: This blondie picks his nose like no tomorrow, flicks those boogers out the window of the Regalia and if the top of the fancy car is down Gladio’s hair is littered with them and it’s rather disgusting habit. But after the yelling he received from Ignis for wiping them on the seats of the car he figured secretly decorating Gladio’s mane was okay.
Gladiolus: This man has deathly farts. Like dead or arrival the second you smell them. But the killer part is that they are silent but deadly. All those cup noodles and toadsteak drumsticks Ignis makes, just wreck havoc on his stomach. This man knows he’s got a gassy problem but he’s not one to hide it and that jerk will walk right by you and do a drive by and just chuckle. Moments later you are on the floor just dead wishing for a gas mask. He will use those farts to break the long silences in the Regalia just to be a ass.
Ignis: Nail biter! Like all the time for no reason hence why he wears the gloves so he won’t while he’s driving and maybe cause a accident. But as soon as he can Ignis is biting on his fingernails so much that they are down to the quick and are sometimes bleeding. He sometimes eats them and sometimes just leaves nail clippings around which bothers everyone in the group. If he doesn’t have any fingernails to chew on Ignis will break his toenails off (the gangly bastard has tried getting his foot to his mouth in a anxiety desperation to do it, ends up falling and hurting himself badly) and chew those. That’s when it gets super nasty and everyone will just want to run from him. Let’s just hope that he’s already made dinner he’s not one to wash his hands all the time.
Imagine waking up to find yourself handcuffed to Dean Winchester
eyes flashed open as the stiffness in your shoulder radiates down your wrists
that sat uncomfortably behind your back. You jerk your bounded wrist forward,
pulling with it another set of hands. You touch the hands, which were surprisingly
warm and slightly calloused. It was then that you felt the muscular and
hardened back pressed up against yours. You turn your head, but you couldn’t
make out the figure, just dark brown hair and sideburn stubble.
you awake?” The deep voiced asked, lifting his head. I shook my head. “Say
something.” He says.
I’m awake.” I croaked. “Who are you? Where am I?”
you move your legs?”
looked down at my legs that were stretched out in front of me. “Yes, I can move
my legs. No, I’m not injured.” I answered.
Can you stand?”
are you so calm?” I asked.
laughed. “Not my first rodeo.” He answered as we got to our feet. “The calmer you
are the clearer your mind.”
exhales sharply and I felt it roll down my spine, his voice vibrating against
my skin. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.”
your calm mind figured out a way out of these cuffs, Dean, Dean Winchester?”
I have and it’s just Dean.” He says matter-of-factly.
flipped me over his back effortlessly before I could scream. We now stood face
to face and the anger I felt dissipated as I stared at him, momentarily
mesmerized by his handsomeness. I wondered if he had a lot women drooling at
his feet, I caught myself staring awkwardly and blinked, breaking his intense
gaze as he smiled.
you know where we are just Dean?” I asked gazing around at the dimly lit room.
I bit my inner cheek. Sensing my panic. “Nothing will happen to you while I am
here, so relax.” He reassures.
lifts his hands, my hands followed. “Yeah, as in woooosaaah. Inhale, exhale.”
you kidding me? We have been kidnapped and you’re telling me to Zen?” I looked at
him, unbothered as he studied one particular object on the wall. “Let me guess,
you’ve been kidnapped before?”
looks down at me. “You can say that.”
pursed my lips. “This can’t be happening.”
it is, doll.”
rolled my eyes at him and looked down at our wrists. “Well?”
what?” He asked.
lifted my hands. “The cuffs.”
yeah, I need you to reach inside my pants pocket.”
gaped at him. “What? Why?”
have a tool inside that can free us from these cuffs.” He paused for a second
as the innuendo rolled around his head, he smirked at this. He steps closer to
me, his breath inches from my face. He turns slightly and I slipped my hand
into his pocket. He closes his eyes briefly, “Uhhh, that is NOT it.”
but it’s deep in there.” I exclaimed. He opens his mouth then closed it almost
immediately. “I feel it, but your, um, your manliness is in the way.” I say as
I felt the thickness of his manhood. “Can you move it?”
manliness.” He repeats. I glanced up at him looking away quickly when I noticed
his eyes were on me.
handed him the pouch, his deft fingers working the metal objects into the
handcuff keyhole, freeing us within a few seconds.
thanked him as I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms. “Do you always have a
handcuff removal kit on hand?”
shrugged, replacing the tools into the pocket-sized leather pouch and back into
his pocket. “In my line of work you always need to be prepared.”
what line of work is that?” I questioned.
opened his mouth to speak, but thought against it. Instead he walked around the
dimly lit room staring at the walls that held a few obscure and ornate objects.
Do you remember anything from last night?” He asked.
You remembered it all, the shots, the mixing of alcohol, the
music, him licking salt from your wrists, his hands, the kiss, the liquid
you slipped in his drink, the staggering walk to his car, the figures who hid
the back of the car as you drove, every bit of it is embedded into your
memory. But you couldn’t tell him that you did because you were paid to lure
him here. Everything had a price, and Dean Winchester’s price was ten thousand
dollars that would get you out of this Godforsaken shithole.
deception came to you, it was a well-known friend, second nature just like
breathing. You had your part to play and once you opened that door you
would be free. I blushed turning my back to him, “yeah, bits and pieces.”
I lied as I recalled his lips on different parts of my body, soft, but manly,
my skin humming from the remembrance of his touch.
“Yeah, same here.” He gestures to his head. “But it’s all coming
back in flashes. Do you have a cell phone?”
I nodded. “Handing him my cell phone that was nestled deep
inside my jacket pocket.
He turns his back to me and I walked slowly to the mirror that
rested on the opposite wall. The door unexpectedly slams open; Castiel and
Sam appeared in the doorway.
I turned abruptly to find Dean a few paces way from me. “Whom are you working for?” He asked.
“You know?” I exclaimed, taking a step back towards the mirror.
He nods. "That you tried to drug me or that you were paid to lure me
"How?" I asked, stepping closer to the mirror as
Castiel and Sam approached, boxing me in.
"Dean are you alright?” Sam asked.
Dean nods not taking his eyes off me.
“Kidnapping 101, don’t leave your phone in the open where
the person you’re supposed to kidnap sees.”
I thought back as I recalled leaving my phone on the bar faced
down when I went to the bathroom. He tosses my phone to me and I saw the reply
"I didn’t write this.”
“No, but I did, when you went to the bathroom.” He repeats the message he wrote verbatim. “Liquid slipped in drink, he’ll be too drunk to know what hit him. Meet at car in twenty minutes.”
“You remember.” I state.
“All of it honey. You played your part and so did I. I’ve got so many supernatural enemies that I can’t begin to think who would want me kidnapped. I really should start keeping a little black book of enemies…“ he rattles on. “So I’m
going to ask you one more time. Whom are you working for?”
The mirror shatters to the floor as I ripped it off the wall
revealing the unfinished symbols. I picked up a piece of the glass and cut my
finger, so that I could make the final slash to complete the spell. Sam grabs
my arm and pulls me to the floor his weight pressing into me before I could
press my palm into the drawing.
“Whom are you working for?” Sam repeats, pinning my
arms to my side.
“They will kill me.” I pleaded.
“We can protect you.”
Castiel approaches uttering indecipherable incantations. You
tried to move, but you were immobile as if an unseen force was holding you in
place. He lifts his hand and places his palm against your forehead, he looks
you in your eyes and the fear you felt slowly dissipated. “This won’t hurt.” He
says to you and oddly enough you believed him.
“The answers are in the symbols,” I say, pointing to
the writing on the wall.
“Tell us.” Castiel threatens.
You uttered the incantations they told you to say if you were in distress, glancing at the two figures standing
behind Castiel. “No, no, no. Stop her!” Dean yells.
But is was too late, unbeknownst to you the blinding light engulfed your entire
being, running through your soul, taking with it your memory of your night with
Dean Winchester and everything you have every known.
note: I wrote this as an open ended story, meaning that many stories can
develop from this one if I choose to go back, such as why was Dean lured here?
Who was the mystery woman? Who paid her? Why she erased her own memory? What the
hell is that symbol on the wall? And all those other questions that I have.