You pointed a finger at Jax, cutting his words off completely. Your eyes flamed with rage. “Don’t.”
Jax let out a loud sigh. He knew he had messed up this time. “Can you at least talk to me?”
You swallowed hard and ran your tongue over your teeth as you contemplated what you would even say to him. Things had been tense with Jax lately, especially with all the shit going on with the club. But Jax had a crossed a line. When things hadn’t been going so great with you, Jax had sought comfort in the arms of another woman. You didn’t know her name, but you had seen her around. She was a new croweater, and she was all too happy to crawl into bed with your old man. Jax had been seeing her for weeks, apparently, and you had no idea until tonight. You had walked into Jax’s room at the clubhouse twenty minutes earlier, thinking you would apologize for all the fighting that had happened between the two of you lately. You wanted to make things right between you and your old man again, and you knew the first step was an apology. But all that sincerity bullshit blew out the window the second you opened the door to see him on top of that skinny bitch. In a moment of rage, you knocked everything off the top of his dresser, then you turned on your heel, slammed the door, and stomped away. Jax had pulled on his jeans and followed you down the hallway, begging you to stop. Now here you were, in the middle of the clubhouse having an all out screaming match.
“What do you want me to say, Jax?” you shouted. You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. “You’re sleeping with another woman!”
Jax opened his mouth to say something, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would fix things. So he closed his mouth and just let you yell at him.
“I mean, what the fuck, Jax?” you shook your head. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. You noticed a few beer bottles scattered on top of the bar, and you considered lobbing a few at Jax’s stupid head. “We’ve been together too long for you to be pulling this shit!” You stared at the empty bottles for a moment, then you turned back to him. “How long has this been going on?”
“Y/N, I don’t - “
“Tell me, Jax,” you demanded. “Was it a one-time thing? Have you been screwing around with her for months? What?”
Jax sighed. “Y/N, don’t.”
“Answer the question.”
Jax’s jaw tightened. “It’s happened more than once.”
You felt your eyes stinging as the words echoed in your head. You clenched your jaw and looked into Jax’s blue eyes, both of you unable to speak. You threw your hands up and shrugged. “I’m done.”
“You look like shit.”
You glanced up to see Gemma staring at you, a look of total amusement on her face.
“Good morning to you too, Gemma,” you sighed. You had hoped you could sneak into the house you had shared with Jax and grab the rest of your things without it turning into some dramatic show, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with Gemma around.
Gemma had no idea you and Jax had split yet. It had been a few days now, and she was still in the dark about what had happened. Gemma loved you, and she especially loved that you were Jax’s old lady. You knew she was going to lose her shit when she found out you had broken up. She’d be even more pissed when she found out why.
“What’s wrong with you, baby?” Gemma asked, her face growing serious as soon as she realized you weren’t in your usual happy mood. She glanced to the living room, her eyes narrowing as she looked over the stack of boxes and bags haphazardly scattered about.
Jax had been calling and texting you for the last two days, ever since the night you found him in bed with another woman. You hadn’t answered a single call or responded to a single text. You didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. You were angry, and you were hurt. You didn’t care if you ever laid eyes on Jax Teller again. In fact, you were pretty sure you would be better off if you didn’t. There was nothing he could say that would change that.
“Nothing, Gem,” you answered, setting your purse down on the kitchen table. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Gemma.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” She took a seat at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, “I’m just tired.”
She glanced towards the living room again. “You heard from Jax lately? He won’t pick up his phone.”
You sighed. It was already clear Jax hadn’t told Gemma what was going on, and it was becoming clear that he had no plans to. You knew you were going to have to tell her the truth, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were like a daughter to Gemma. She had even been hinting at you and Jax getting married soon. She would be pissed with Jax as soon as she found out the truth.
“I haven’t talked to Jax,” you responded, not looking at Gemma. “I’m sure he’s fine.” At that moment, your phone lit up. Jax was calling. You hit ignore.
Gemma narrowed her eyes and stared at you. “Something you wanna tell me?”
“Gemma – “
You could tell Gemma wasn’t going to let this go until you told her the truth.
“Jax and I broke up, Gem,” you finally admitted. “A few days ago.”
You shrugged. “I thought he’d have told you by now.”
She stood, saying nothing more. She stomped her leather boot clad feet out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
You pulled into the TM lot, wondering to yourself if this was a good idea. Gemma had stormed away from the house so fast, you were sure she was on her way to kill Jax. While you knew he kind of deserved it, you figured you should probably stop her from doing too much damage before it was too late.
You entered the clubhouse to see it relatively empty. You turned to see Chibs standing off to your right. He had witnessed the demise of your relationship a few days earlier, and he knew what you were going through. “Hey, love,” he greeted. He walked towards you and threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled weakly and nodded your head. “Have you seen Gemma?”
Before Chibs had time to answer, Gemma’s voice echoed from the main office. She stomped her way through the clubhouse, bypassing you completely and heading straight for Jax’s room. You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Chibs with a sarcastic smile. “Found her.”
You hurriedly followed Gemma down the hallway. You had arrived just in time to keep her from totally murdering Jax. She snatched open the door to Jax’s room. Jax was sitting on his bed, lacing up his shoes.
“Hey, ma,” he smiled. Then he saw you behind Gemma. He stood up quickly. “Hey, babe, I’ve been trying to call you all – “
“Don’t call me babe,” you groaned.
“What the hell, Jackson?” Gemma demanded. Jax’s face fell. “What’d you do to her?”
“Mom, this is really none of your business,” Jax insisted, stepping towards Gemma. You watched from the hallway. You had to admit, it was getting interesting.
“The hell it is!” Gemma retorted, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“Mom – “
You decided you had heard enough of the conversation. You walked away from Jax’s room and listened to their voices trail off as they continued to argue.
You turned to see Jax standing behind you. You had stopped by the clubhouse to grab what was left of your belongings from Jax’s room. You were sure this would be the last time you would every set foot in there, and you were determined to do it without running into Jax. He and some of the other guys were supposed to be on a run, but it seemed it had been cut short.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. He sounded tired, and he looked even worse. His hair was greasy as it hung in his face. His blue eyes looked sad. He had been beating himself up for the past two weeks over what he had done to you. He couldn’t remember now why he had ever started this thing with the croweater. It was toxic from the beginning. He already knew that before he ever let her into his bed. He ended everything with her the night you had caught them together. At the time, he had been in his own world, oblivious to the pain he was causing you. That night woke him up. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was all he had.
“What do you want, Jax?” you sighed. “I’m kind of busy.”
“I made a mistake,” Jax stated. He sounded broken.
You said nothing, turning your eyes back to packing the box in front of you.
He took another step closer to you. “Y/N – “
“Jax, just go.”
“Please – “
He turned and walked out of the room, head low and eyes to the ground. He realized he had messed up, and now he was grasping at any attempt he could think of to fix things.
Gemma approached Jax as he walked into the front of the clubhouse. He looked up at her, his blue eyes heavy.
“Won’t talk to you, huh?”
Jax sighed. “No.” He looked at the floor for a few seconds. “I messed up, ma.”
“I know, baby,” Gemma told him matter-of-factly.
Jax rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep, shaking breath. “What did I do?”
“You lost the best thing that ever happened to you,” Gemma responded, giving Jax an all-knowing look. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”
Jax looked down at his feet. “I gotta get her back.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how.”
“You’ll figure something out, baby.” Gemma told him, placing a finger under his chin and smiling. “You always do.”
a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me
oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)
characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER
warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])
Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous. Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time. As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.
’my precious angel,
here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm
there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me
I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah).
The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.
Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.
“Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.
“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.
“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.
“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”
“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”
“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.
First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.
Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.
The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress.
Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen.
“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.
“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”
“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.
The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.
One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.
“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there.
“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.
“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”
“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.
“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?”
“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.
“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response.
“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear:
“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”
“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.
“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”
“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.
“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?”
“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”
“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”
“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”
“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”
“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”
“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”
“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”
“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?
There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.
J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.
“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.
The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his.
“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.
J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.
“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed.
He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly. His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another.
“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him.
“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms.
Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper.
“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.
“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.
“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane.
Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.
“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his.
His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered.
It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.
“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.
You giggled, “c’mon guys!”
The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.
“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.
You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-
“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.
You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.
“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.
“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.
They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.
“Say we win!” said Nash.
You gasped, “N-no!”
“Kay, babe,” Jack said. Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.
“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.
“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.
You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won.
Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”
Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”
“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.
“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.
“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.
“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.
Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”
Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.
He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”
You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.
Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.
You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.
“They were just-”
“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.
You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.
“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.
His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.
Nash and jack went silent from across the room.
Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.
“I never want to see their hands on you again.”
You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.
You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.
“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”
“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.
He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.
You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.
Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.
“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.
Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.
His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.
“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.
He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.
“Stop-teasing-” you managed.
Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,
“C-cam!” you moaned needily.
“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.
“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.
“Round one,” he stated.
“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-”
Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.
“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.
When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.
“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.
“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”
Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.
You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.
“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.
And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace.
You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.
And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.
“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing.
You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.
“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”
You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.
“Good job bro!”
“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”
Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”
Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”
Plot: Sebastian Stan. You’ve heard that name a million times before, and not in interviews. No, you heard that name every single morning for four years straight. During high school attendance. You and Sebby were partners in crime. Two peas in a pod. Best friends. You even lived in the same apartment building in high school, and when you weren’t at his place, he was at yours. He was the starry eyed Romanian kid who was gonna grow up and be an actor, and you were the one who fought off all the jerks who said he couldn’t. But high school ended and you simply lost touch. So when you run into him at a random ice cream parlor in Brooklyn, old feelings resurface and new ones arise. Because he’s not a starry eyed kid anymore.
Characters: Sebby Stan and Chris Evans
“I’m telling you Chris, that’s her. That’s y/n!” Sebastian assures, trying to look back at you without making it obvious.
“You mean the y/n? The one from high school? The one you talk about way too often and haven’t seen in years?” Chris laughs, not caring to make his staring at you discreet.
The final day of filming for Captain America: Civil War was a month ago and all the cast went their separate ways. But of course, they can’t be apart for too long. So when Chris said he’d be in New York for a movie he’s directing, Seb insisted he stay with him.
And now here they are. At an ice cream parlor on the corner of Jay and Willoughby in downtown Brooklyn, trying to spend as much time in the line as possible do they can debate wether or not Seb should go talk to you.
“Yeah that y/n.” Seb nods, unable to keep from smiling. He tries to hide his blushing expression from Chris, who has already teased him enough about the memories he’s shared from when you and him were young.
“Holy shit.” Chris grins, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.
“What?” Seb questions in response, refusing to meet Chris’s gaze.
“You! You are what’s funny!” he retorts, “All this time I thought you and her were just old pals or something. But you had a crush on her didn’t you?” Sebastian tries to say something in his defense, but he can’t seem to form the right words. “Was she your girlfriend?” Chris asks, noting how stunning you are as he glances back to survey you again.
“No!” Seb shouts a little too quickly, and a little too loudly, “No, definitely not. I never…she never…we never….” he stumbles, suddenly flustered. “We were just friends. I never thought of her as anything but a friend.”
Chris gives him a suspicious look, biting his bottom lip as he squints at his obviously lying friend. “So that’s it? You were just friends? BFF’s? Besties? Freshmen Sebastian never thought to ask out his gorgeous best friend?” he asks incredulously.
“Nope, we were just friends.” Seb shrugs, trying to seem casual, “And I’m lucky we were that. Who would want to hang out with the dorky Romanian kid?” he adds, his words smaller.
“Well I sure did.” comes a calm voice that makes both Chris and Seb freeze immediately. Seb’s eyes dart to Chris’s, which are wide and slightly terrified.
“Fuck.” he mouths, slowly turning around.
“You two are horrible whisperers.” you laugh, “Sebastian Stan. I haven’t seen you since-”
“Our last summer together.” he finishes, memories of those warm glorious months before you both went to college flashing through his mind. Without thinking he steps forward and throws his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you.” he mutters, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath.
“I missed you too Sebby.” you laugh, calling him the nickname you used way back when. You pull away and look him up and down, shaking your head all the while. “You look so different.”
“I’d hope so.” he chuckles, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. And for a moment you both forget everything that’s around you. For a moment, you’re just two confused kids back in high school trying to figure out the world together. For a moment, nothing has changed.
And then Chris clears his throat loudly and the moment is gone.
“Oh, yeah. You’re here.” Seb nods jokingly, “Y/n this is Chris.”
“Chris…I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” you say as he reaches out to shake your hand.
“Well I’m an act-”
“Plumber? A plumber right? Did you come and fix my sink last weekend?” you ponder much to Sebby’s amusement. For a split second Chris’s confident bravado falls and he looks slightly disappointed.
“No. No I did not.” he sighs, elbowing Seb in the ribs as he continues to laugh uncontrollably.
“I’m kidding, of course I know who you are. You’re Chris fucking Evans for god’s sake.” you assure to his relief, all though he’d never admit it. You’ve loved Marvel since you were a kid, so of course you’ve seen him and Seb in the movies.
“So do you live here in Brooklyn or are you visiting or what?” Seb asks, looking up at you with a glimmering smile. Seeing you again, all these years later right in front of him, it just brings everything back. Everything he felt for you in high school, all those memories of sleeping at each other’s houses when you couldn’t bear to be at your own, and talking on the phone until you fell asleep, and ditching every single school dance because neither of you were ever asked.
Well, that last one wasn’t entirely true. You were always asked by multiple people to all the lame school dances, but you never told him that. No, because Seb was your best friend. And if he wasn’t going then neither were you.
“I live here now. Just moved into an apartment a few blocks away.” you say, shuffling forward as the line to order ice cream moves forward. When you left your place this morning you didn’t plan on coming here. But it’s hot out and ice cream was too tempting to pass up, so you decided to stop. And now you’re insanely glad you did.
“You live with your boyfriend I assume?” Chris chimes in, as a horrified Sebastian kicks him in the ankle.
“Wow that was um…that was very discreet Evans. Very discreet.” you say sarcastically, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Sebastian’s cheeks are of course much redder. “But uh, no. No I’m not seeing anyone.”
“Well in that case why don’t you and Seb here-”
“Go sit at a table while you get the ice cream? Sounds great Chris thanks.” Sebastian interrupts, and before Chris can protest you are whisked away to the table farthest from the register, near a glass window where warm sunlight streams through.
“He’s quite the charmer isn’t he?” you smirk, taking a paper napkin out of the holder and folding it in your hands. Seb let’s his head fall in his hands and groans.
“I didn’t tell him to ask that, I swear.” he says embarrassedly, running his fingers through his Bucky length hair. You nod understandingly. You went to middle school, high school, and college. You’ve heard far worse from guys. After a few moments, he works up the nerve to look you in the eyes again, immediately regretting the decision. Because when he looks at you, he’s suddenly lost and breathless. Even after all these years you’ve still got him lovesick as hell.
“I gotta ask you something y/n.” he says abruptly, “Do you remember second semester of freshmen year? When you got in that fight against those two guys?” he asks, not really expecting you to. Maybe the memories he remembers so clearly and fondly you don’t care about as much.
“You mean the fight I won against those two assholes? Of course I remember Sebby!” you laugh, tossing the balled up napkin at his forehead, “Because afterwards you took me out Juniors and bought me an entire cheesecake. Then held back my hair when I threw up an entire cheesecake.”
He shakes his head in laughter as he knocks away the napkin, causing it to bounce off the window and onto the table. “Well, and I know this shouldn’t bother me but, I mean god I’ve wondered about this for years…”
“Spit it out.” you laugh, glancing at the register to see if Chris has ordered the ice cream yet. You didn’t even tell him what flavor you wanted.
“Why? Why in the hell did you fight two guys twice your size? What could have made you so damn mad? Anytime I tried to ask you just…said they deserved.” he says, laughing off the words. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and rests his chin in his hand.
“Well they did. Deserve it I mean, they deserved it.” you nod, your mind flashing back to that day in a quite vivid memory.
“But why? That’s all I wanna know.” he insists.
“It was a million years ago. I don’t…I mean…it was stupid. It doesn’t matter.” you say sheepishly.
“I know, I know that.” he mutters unconvincingly, “But the fact that you wouldn’t explain made me think the fight was about…me.”
You offer a frail smile and draw in a long breath. Seb looks at you, eyes wide and sweet, and suddenly he’s not him anymore. He’s not this tall, built, model like handsome guy. Suddenly he’s high school Sebastian again, smiling all bright and innocent with cute, soft features. And you don’t want to hurt him. But it’s been years since that day, and you know he won’t stop asking.
“They were just…they were talking about you in, um, in a, er, not nice way.” you say in a small voice, your hands curling into fists at the thought, “They we making fun of you Sebastian, you and your whole acting dream, but they didn’t mean it. I mean, they were just trying to make me mad. They were being immature teenagers that were unaware of the fact that I could throw a badass left hook.” Your breaths are harder and faster than you mean for them to be, but you can’t control it. It’s stupid, because it’s over and it was over the moment you sent those guys to the nurses office, but it still makes you mad.
“Oh” Sebastian mutters, not really sure what he thought the answer to be, “That’s…expected.” he laughs.
“If it makes you feel any better, you proved em all wrong. Every last one.” you smile, reaching your hand over to grab his without really meaning to.
“Except for you of course.” he says, his voice barely a whisper, “You were always ridiculously optimistic about me.” You only shrug in response, but it’s true. For some reason you had an uncanny faith in him, when he said he was going to be an actor you simply nodded your head in agreement and decided you would help him get there.
“I get to ask you a question now.” you state, offering a bright smile as you slip your hand out of his, “Is it true that you never thought to ask me out?” You cover your face with your hands and peek at him through your fingers. And he is laughing.
“My god y/n, of course I did! I thought about it every fucking day. I just said that so Cupid over there wouldn’t try and set us up. But that didn’t really work did it?” Seb smiles, sighing in defeat, “I was in love with you, l mean really in love with you. It was bad.” He looks up at you with those sparkling eyes of his, unsure of how you’ll react.
“Damn it Sebastian! Why didn’t you just ask me out?” you chuckle, “You do realize that we were both single all through high school because we, the two closest friends in the whole world, didn’t tell each other the truth?”
“Wait, what do you mean the truth? Did you…I mean did you actually…” he stutters, feeling like an idiot teenager all over again.
“Have a crush on you? Yes, I did. I’m convinced you will always be clueless when it comes to romance Sebastian Stan.” you say. Then, as if on cue, Chris waltzes over to the table carrying two ice cream sundaes ladled with chocolate sauce.
“I didn’t know what flavors you guys wanted so I just got the ones I wanted and covered them in chocolate.” Chris explains in what seems to be an apologetic tone, but the eager smile he wears says otherwise. He slides the rather large glass bowls across the table, one for him and one for you and Seb to share. Ah, what a hopeless romantic. “So what did I miss? Any embarrassing stories about young Sebastian you care to tell me?”
You ponder the question for a moment. You’ve got plenty, because who didn’t do embarrassing things in high school, but he’s also got a lot on you.
“No. Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.” Sebastian interjects become for you can say a word, “New topic. Um, y/n that’s a great shirt.” he says absentmindedly, just now noticing the shirt.
“It sure is. And I bet it would look even better on Sebastian’s bedroom floor.” Chris says plainly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. All you do is roll your eyes and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from laughing at Sebastian’s mortified expression.
“Chris.” Seb grunts, pushing him up from his chair, “Why don’t you go get some napkins or something?”
“But you’ve got napkins right-”
“Please.” Sebastian says through clenched teeth, a worn smile playing on his lips. Chris, able to take a hint, shuffles off.
You spoon a bite of the rapidly melting ice cream into your mouth, unable to tell what the flavor is underneath all the chocolate sauce.
“Okay, new question.” Seb states, eating a spoonful of ice cream from the same dish.
“Shoot” you say lamely, making cheesy finger guns at him. He takes a shaking breath and claps his fingers together, his gaze fixed downward at the table. He opens his mouth to say something but can’t seem to form the words, and instead offers a shy smile.
“Would you maybe…want to…could…” he tries, his voice barely audible, “Do you think you’d want to come back here someday?”
You give him a puzzled look and shrug your shoulders. “Yeah I guess, since I live so close and stuff.” you laugh, still confused by his question.
“No not like that. I mean yes like that, but not like that kind of that.” Seb says in a heated flurry of words, “I mean with me. Would you want to come here again with me, at the same time. Together?”
Is he asking you out? On a date? To an ice cream parlor that you are currently sitting in?
“No thank you Sebby.” you nod, swirling the halfway melted ice cream with a spoon, “The ice cream here is terrible, but the company is pretty nice. So what do you say we go see a movie or something instead? With me, at the same time, together.” you question, mimicking his words lightly.
“Yes.” someone shouts from behind. You turn around sharply to see Chris, who is sitting at the table directly across from you. “He says yes. Well, he didn’t say yes out loud but that’s just because he’s in shock. If he was able to talk right now, he’d say yes.” Chris assures. He stands up quickly and in one swift motion is in the chair next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.
“He’s a real catch y/n I swear.” Chris chuckles, looking at a speechless Sebastian.
“Yeah,” you grin thinking back to the day you met Sebby. It was the first day of Freshmen year and you were in home room. It was strange. You saw people you knew and were friends with from middle school, but they didn’t seem to see you. There were too many people. So when lunch rolled around it was nothing but chaos, chaos and bad cafeteria food. You decided on eating lunch in an empty classroom instead, except it wasn’t empty. There was Sebastian Stan, the boy who just moved into the apartment above yours.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll go somewhere else.” you’d said quickly, a step back.
“Nah it’s fine. I need someone to read this scene with” he’d shrugged, waving you inside. He thrusted a piece of paper at you and nodded. “Your name in Hannah. You’re lost in the woods, hungry, and you found me, I’m Jackson. Well my real name is Sebastian, but in this scene I’m Jackson. And I have the only food for miles. Got it?”
You took the information in quickly and have him a thumbs up. And that’s it, that’s the story of how you became friends. Because the next day he was in that same room with a brand new scene, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. You and him both.
The smell of rain always brought a soft sense of calm to Chato. It washed over every inch of his body, cloaking him in a blanket of security. It flowed into his lungs coursing through his veins with each soft breath he took. Although he wore a jacket, he was nearly soaked through. But, he didn’t mind. It made him feel safe.
Remaining where he stood, Chato concentrated on the darkened sky. He had initially stopped to admire the lightning dancing across the sky. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. However, he now found himself incapable of moving from where he stood for an entirely different reason.
AN: This gif is exactly why I want to marry this man ^^^^ no further explaining needed, I need this goofball in my life XD. Anyway, I got two requests that I wanted to link together, I hope that is okay with both of the requesters! You are helping me to get through the inbox faster if that makes it any better! Thank you so much to the anon and grungeliker for the requests! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any and all spelling errors! Enjoy! Xoxoxoxoxo :3
Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader ((And a little Steve X Reader just cause XD))
1.) Hex i love your Blog and writing! Could you maybe do a pietroxreader where the reader is Tony’s daughter and pietro is in love with her? Thank you very much ❤
2.) I really love our imagines ^-^ could you do one where the reader mistakes pietro for tony at night and slaps his ass, and then he bugs the reader about it all the time after?
((Sorry about combining them, I really hope that’s okay!))
Warning: a wee bit of making out, nothing crazy
“Ass Slapping and Lip Smacking”
You had made of horrible mistake.
You knew right off the bat that the ass in which you had just hit was in fact not Pietro Maximoff’s, but rather that of your father, Tony Stark.
In your defense, it was late and the lights in the kitchen were dimmed, and with his shoulders slumped over the counter you couldn’t tell that it wasn’t Pietro.
You, of course, was just planning on hitting his butt playfully, nothing too intimate about it. Sure, Pietro often flirted with you, but it wasn’t a full blown relationship. Your father would absolutely blow the roof off of the tower if he learned that you and Pietro were a thing.
“Aye, kid, what did you do that for?” Your old man grumbled in surprise, rubbing his hand over his butt where you had just smacked.
You couldn’t move, all you could do was swallow and lick your lips nervously. Man, it was times like this that you wished you were Pietro, then you’d be able to run away in less than a second.
“I…I thought you were someone else.” As soon as the words left you mouth, you practically kicked yourself in the back. That was one of the worst things that you could have said.
“And who would that be?” Your father asked casually, turning to face you fully and crossing his arms over his chest. An amused grin spread over his face.
“None of your business, dad.” You grumbled, copying his posture.
“No spawn of mine will be telling me what is and isn’t my business.” He said, puling up a kitchen stool in front of him and pointing to it. “Sit down and tell me all about the mysterious person who’s ass you want to smack.”
You sighed and plopped down on the stool, looking up at him with tired eyes
Why did you come to the kitchen? Why did you think it was smart to smack his butt? Why?
“Is it Rogers? Do you have a crush on then human popsicle? Or maybe Bruce, Clint?” Your dad said, gagging a little at the image of his daughter and Steve together.
You just laughed and shook your head, smirking up at him. If there was one things that you most definitely inherited from your father, it was how to be a pain in the ass (both figuratively and literally, apparently).
You weren’t going to crack and tell him, you were a pro at keeping your mouth shut.
“Y/N…” He warned, then sighed when he saw that you weren’t going to give in. “Fine, I’ll just find out on my own.”
“Can you help me out, Y/N?” Steve asked, coming up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.
Tony was watching you all across the room, and thank goodness that you were the only one who saw him making kissy faces and fanning himself hen Steve spoke to you.
Is he the one? You saw your dad mouth from across the room, and you just stuck out your tongue to him and turned back to Steve.
“What do you need?” You asked sweetly, playing it up as much as possible without looking too weird. Your father just shook his head at you.
“Well, I was wondering if you would help me wash my motorcycle? I know that you had mentioned that you weren’t busy before so–”
“I’d love to.” You smiled at him cheekily and bit your lip, even adding in some hair-twirling. Steve, being the innocent man he is, didn’t pick up on any of it, but your father was rolling his eyes.
Surprisingly, Pietro was also glaring at you from where he sat on the couch in the room. Well, not really at you, but rather at Steve. It was strange, you had always gotten the impression that Pietro and you shared a mutual I-care-about-you-romantically-but-let’s-just-be-friends sort of agreement just for the sake of keeping things simple, yet, him being jealous may be one of the most attractive things you have ever seen.
A small blush crawled up your neck as you pulled Steve by the hand to the garage where his bike was, there was no way that you were going to let your dad see that interaction between Pietro and you.
Steve slapped a dripping cloth in your hand, all covered in soap suds. The two of you spent a while thoroughly cleaning every little corner of his bike, making it all shiny and looking new. You knew that Steve took great pride in his bike, so you were glad that you were able to help him out.
Just as you were about to finish up, you felt yourself being zoomed away from the garage and into a… a broom closet?
“What was that about?”
You smiled at Pietro’s upset face and reached up to brush some of his silver waves out of his face. “There was nothing going on, Piet.”
“Then why where you twisting your hair and holding his arm? Oh, and don’t even get me started on how you bit your lip–”
You pressed your hands on either side of his face, holding him still and looking into his bright blue eyes, effectively calming him down.
“I want to be the one who you bite your lip for…” Pietro whispered, looking down at his hands which were playing with the hem of his shirt.
And then you were kissing.
Not your first kiss, but still, it felt new. You had explored your feelings very little with him because of how your father would react to knowing that you two were involved. Honestly, your dad even liked Steve better than Pietro. e thought that Pietro was trouble and a bad influence, he said he never stays put and never listens (which is true, but that is beside the point).
His mouth moved against yours at a faster pace now, his arms circled around you and pulled you against his chest.
“Y/N…” He groaned against you lips as your tongues darted into each other’s mouths.
His hands crept up the skin of your stomach, resting just over your belly button and making you shiver.
“Ah-hah!” The closet door burst open, revealing Tony with a wide grin on his face. Well, that was until he saw who you were in there with. “You’re…you’re not Steve…”
Oh, and how awkward of a position to be in. You both felt frozen, even with his hands up your shirt and your lips still brushing over each other. You couldn’t move.
“You meant to smack…Maximoff’s butt?”
Pietro looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, but you just shook your head at him.
“Daddy?” You asked innocently, seeing as your dad was still processing the fact that you liked Pietro.
“I’ve decided what I am going to do.” Tony said after a moment.
“Give us your praise then close the closet door again so we can keep making out?” Pietro said hopefully.
“Nope.” Tony cracked his knuckles. “You better run, Maximoff. If I catch you I’m going to ruin that pretty little face of yours.”
A smile stretched at my lips as I observed the tranquil scene around me, couples swayed effortlessly to slow music, all of them resting their heads on their partner’s shoulders or gazing into eachothers eyes. Teachers found themselves pulling eager students apart and scolding them for the dramatic PDA.
I tore my eyes away from my fellow classmates and reached into my purse to find my phone- he wasn’t here yet, What could be taking him so long? Although slightly anxious I stayed calm and stood still in the spot he had told me to meet him- the middle of the dance floor.
Kol had a way of surprising me when I least expected it and this afternoon was most definitely one of them, from the time I had gotten home to the time I had reached my bedroom door all my thoughts were focused on my future college plans and after that- well I began thinking how the hell was I supposed to get rid of all the balloons? It was an extremely romantic gesture, to come home to a room full of colourful balloons and only to be surprised by the one which happened to be holding a card.
The grin upon my face stuck for hours prior to tonight, and I couldn’t help but rethink the words upon the card;
Meet me in the middle of the dance floor by 9 -Kol.
I blinked suddenly realising I was daydreaming far too much to be considered sane. I exhaled profoundly as I reached for my phone again to see only two minutes had passed, now I was becoming paranoid.
Without warning two muscular arms engulfed me from behind and rested upon my stomach, I fell back into a hard chest and a chin hovered above my shoulder. He was here.
“Hello my dear” he whispered, the very sound of his voice made my cheeks heat up and goosebumps appear along my neck. Kol squeezed my body and pulled my closer so the space between us was almost absent. A sweet kiss was placed upon my cheek and I giggled accordingly.
“Break it up you two!” croaked Miss Hadley as she nudged Kol away from me so we stood at least three feet apart, I spun around to see her face scrunched up as she glared at us through her tiny glasses. My eyes drifted towards Kol as he looked at her with such amusement. She stared between us before walking off.
As soon as she left Kol stepped towards me and we both began to laugh, “She really need to get out more” I commented while placing my hands on Kol’s shoulders. He nodded in agreement.
“Or get laid, but I don’t see that happening” he added before he looked down at me and smiled, the grin I was giving him could not go any wider. He placed his hands on my hips and looked down at my black floor length dress, “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N”. I was lost for words and hardly listening while I surveyed his sleek tuxedo and unique bowtie.
“Why thank you kind sir but I think your bowtie puts you up a level above me on the gorgeous metre” Kol smirked and rolled his eyes knowing I could never just accept a compliment.
A peaceful silence emerged as we both danced to the music, copying those around us, while my eyes wandered the room I knew Kol’s were glued to my face which made me stare back. “It’s crazy isn’t it?” he asked tilting his head slightly.
“What’s that?” I challenged.
“Being a couple of days away from complete freedom- no more homework, early nights or any of Mr Saltzman’s cheeky pop quizzes” I laughed and nodded along with him.
“Not that you ever did any of the homework” I teased causing Kol to tickle my sides a few times.
“You get what I mean though, we can do what we want and not have to worry about anyone interrupting us” I grinned as he gestured towards the teachers all lined up by the punch bowl to make sure it wasn’t going to be spiked.
As much as I looked forward to our upcoming freedom I couldn’t help but think about where we stood, the topic (although very important) seemed to always be avoided. “Kol?….What about us?” I questioned making his smile disappear and a more serious expression take it’s place.
He thought for a moment and gave a look as to if ask why I even questioned our 2 year relationship. “We, my dear we will stay together, through thick and thin I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side” he remarked, “That is if you’ll have me”.
Of course I wanted this relationship to work, I loved Kol and I saw a future with him however my acceptance to a different college seemed to blur the future. “But-”.
“I know, we will be at different schools but I can’t lose you” he interrupted as he locked his fingers together behind my back as an act of protection. I thought for a moment and smiled.
“You won’t, we’ll make it a promise” I assured before placing both my hands on his cheeks and gliding my thumbs over them. He looked both shocked and relieved while he flicked his gaze between my eyes and my lips. Kol pulled me towards him by the small of my back and kissed me shortly after. My lips moulded with his and moved against them slowly- savouring the moment.
He grew hungry for more and that’s when we found ourselves already outside the gym in the school carpark, Kol leading me by the hand to his old pickup truck where I knew we wouldn’t just be talking, that was never the case.
We didn’t get home until 2 in the morning, it was true what they said about prom, how it was the greatest night of a person’s life and needless to say the we both kept our promise.
PROMPT; here REQUESTED; by anon COMMENTS; So this ended up longer than i expected and it’s also a whole lot uhh heated than what was originally the idea. But whose to oppose to a little bit of sexy Steve Rogers? Hm, I thought so! WORD COUNT; 9,139 I hope you enjoy it and feel free to request here! WARNING; Angst, Sexual Themes
The smile on his face was strained, an
expression that I had learnt to see through over the years. Glasses perched on
his nose and blue eyes serrated with a deep-rooted irritation, Steve Rogers
took my hand , holding it with an unnecessary tightness that caused a muscle to
jump in my tight cheeks. Oblivious to all of the others around us, there was a
certain dislike between us- well, one that was mostly one way.
even glance sideways at me, instead he took control by almost dragging me
across the cocktail party towards the bar.
When you love someone, you’re willing to give everything you have,
right? That’s why i gave you everything i could, it’s because i love
you. I showed you the real me. I was there when no one else was.
Remember when you called me at the middle of the night just because you
need someone to talk with cause you can’t sleep, you woke me up at my
beautiful dream but still i was so glad that you chose to call me. I
made myself always available whenever you need me just because you know i
can’t resist you. I thought by that, you’ll learn how to love me. I
thought i was enough. But i was wrong, you still can’t see me, your
heart can’t feel anything for me. Why is that? Am i really that
difficult to love? I tried so hard, right? But why you can’t love me no
matter how hard i try to show you that i am worth it, i am worthy of
your love, i deserve to be loved. Where did my efforts go? You just threw everything away, even me when you no longer need me. You just left. You just took my love for granted. I knew it from the very start that this was just a one sided love. I know that this will break my heart in the end. I know
that there’s no assurance that you’re going to love me back. But you
know what? I took the risk because i know you’re worth it, you deserve
this kind of love. But in the end i got nothing from you but a
heartbreak. I just thought that i am worth it. I’m sorry.
she held the world upon a string // but she didn’t ever hold me // spun the stars on herhis fingernails // but it never made herhim happy // cause she couldn’t ever have me // she said she won the world at a carnival // but she could never win me // cause she couldn’t ever catch me // i - i know why // because when i look in herhis eyes // i just see the sky // when i look in herhis eyes // well i, just see the sky
PROMPT; here REQUESTED; by Anon COMMENTS; So here we go, some fluffiness and Steve aw Steve okay, I tried to make this really sweet and heart felt. This leads on from my other Steve one shot, which can be found here, but you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to, all of my oneshots somewhat link together but not in the way that you have to read each one to understand them WORD COUNT; 1,239 I hope you enjoy it and feel free to requesthere! WARNING; fluffiness and romantic Steve
He jolted in the covers, his muscles clenching as he suddenly knocked himself awake, eyelids pulling backwards and his blue eyes staring at the ceiling, dazed and confused. Instantly, I leaned forwards, grabbing his pale hand in mine, a soft look growing on my features as he blinked slowly, looking extremely bewildered. My head lingered to the side, my lips pressing together as I lifted my second hand, gently pushing his matted hair out of his face. Very carefully, his head turned and I found myself a victim of his brilliant, but slightly muted, gaze, his eyes masking the pain he felt as he shuffled slightly under the thin hospital sheets.
“Hi,” His voice was rough, as if his throat was like sandpaper, catching on the back of his throat and coming out gruff and raw.
March 26th 2010-2017: 7 years today since your audition & look where you are; performing your first song in front of a huge crowd at Ultra last night! I’m so proud to see how much you have grown & how much more confident you are in your voice & your talent. You are nowhere near done.
AN: Happy holidays! This post will be a bit different than what you are all used to, so just let me explain; I have been getting A LOT of Christmas prompts, but I can’t get around to all of them. SO, I made a decision that I will just make one giant post with various little tiny Christmas fics in them ( all inspired— but not directly following— the prompts sent in). This will be my ONLY Christmas post, seeing as not everyone celebrates Christmas and I don’t want to clog up their dashes with imagines they don’t relate to.
So, please, don’t send any more holiday prompts in— this is the only one I am posting! Thank you for understanding!
*I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3
“Christmas”– A collection of short stories (Various Marvel Characters X Reader)
I just spent the last few hours reading through my dad’s journal…
and reading through mine.
Dad’s journal…it’s like the friggin’ Bible to me. I’ve lived by it my entire life. Ever since I was a kid. I’d sit across the table from him in whatever the fuck No-Tell Motel we happened to be in, watching him write, watching him drown in cheap ass whiskey, watching him disappear, bit by bit, until there was hardly anything left for my tiny hands to hold onto. Having to get up and put Sammy back to bed because I couldn’t let him see Dad like that, couldn’t let him find out the truth about the monsters under his bed, couldn’t let him know the truth about the kind of life we were being bred to live. For years. Always the same. Everything Dad saw. Everything he knew. Everything he learned. It’s all in those pages. It was a cause, a mission. And every night he wrote, I’d pry that bottle out of his hands and close my eyes and pray that I would be good enough to be that kind of warrior one day. I just wanted to be worthy of his mission. To me…it was as good as a mission from God.
Dad’s journal is filled, page by page, with the monsters he hunted.
I read mine now… I read everything I’ve written since the day I put an angel inside my brother’s head… I read everything I’ve written about trying to make it right, about failing and dying and becoming a goddamned monster…
Dad’s journal is filled with the monsters he hunted. Mine is filled with monsters, too.
But the only monster in there is me.
Back..then, I thought dying was only way to save myself. To save Sam. To save Cas. I thought it was the only way to make it right. I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought…
I thought they would understand. That this was my way of saying it. Words I can’t say. Words I really don’t even understand. Words that I haven’t heard since Mom died, until Charlie said them right to my face. Words that mean life and fucking absolution - but to me… they mean nothing but absolute grief.
Everyone leaves. Everyone dies.
So, I thought that my death was only way to show them how goddamned much I love them. It made sense back then.
But now. Now - I don’t wanna die. I just… I just want to feel…feel fucking everything, good or bad. I just want to tell them. And to have that. And…