#I can’t wait until she starts flexing on us again

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All Mine

W.C. - 1,3 k

prompt 22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling. prompt 116. -Baby you’re all mine.

a/n: i know this is quite bad but we move on, this started out as a song prompt thingy. if you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.

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Weight training. One of the most annoying things ever to a certain footballer, you wanted to be out on the pitch playing with your friends, not be in a crowded weight room. It wasn’t that you weren’t strong, you were incredibly so, but it was just incredibly boring.

But, there was one thing that made the long rhythmic sessions worth it. That was being able to shamelessly stare at your girlfriend, a favorite on your part being when she was squatting. It’s been your forever favorite.

You had been caught staring at your girl so many times that you weren’t even phased by the immense teasing you got for it, no you just continued staring while nodding every once in a while.

Today though, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to do it as Jonas had made the conscious decision to place you with all the youngins. Even he had noticed your decline in productivity when you were close to your Aussie.

This meant that you had to be supervising the youngsters and train, it was just a disaster waiting to happen. 

Chatting with McCabe before the session was to start, you’re quickly pulled away by the infamous duo of Gio and Katherine, each of them tugging on one arm. You can’t do anything but mouth a ‘help me’ to the Irish woman, who just decides to laugh at you.

“Y/n/n it’s time to start!” The Brazilian drags every word in the sentence out, speaking in a sing-songy voice.

“Wait, where’s Vic? And the rest of the youngsters?” You ask in a confused tone, not seeing any of your younger teammates. 

“Oh Viccy’s late, she’ll arrive later. For now you’re stuck with us” Katherine tells you, the two of them looking at each other mischievously when they hear your loud groan.

“Alright then, let’s do this. You two can start with whatever dumbbell you like, I presume you’ve already warmed up?” The vigorous nods you get just make you sigh, a long day before you.

Even though you couldn’t see Steph, she could definitely see you. The way your sleeves were pulled up around your shoulders made her mouth water, muscles flexing in a way that catered to her taste perfectly.

Yet, as she looks over towards you for the tenth time, Steph can’t help the uncomfortable burning feeling in her stomach.

It wasn’t like she wanted it to happen, but when she sees Gio stand behind you, her hands on your waist as you squat, she truly cannot help it.

Steph wasn’t a jealous person at all, but the thought of anyone other than her touching you like that had her infuriated.

Worst thing was that she couldn’t look away, not even if she tried. She was simply glued. 

Her saving grace came in the form of a vigorous tapping to her thigh, the Aussie having completely forgotten that she was spotting a player of her own.

Picking the bar up from Caitlin’s chest, she can hear the forward grumbling absentmindedly while she looks over to you once again.

Thankfully, you’d moved on to another exercise, otherwise she might’ve combusted.

The rest of the training session goes off without a hitch, you joining your suspiciously quiet girlfriend in walking back to the locker room when you’re done. 

Steph doesn’t say anything to you even as you both get out of the locker room, neither does she say anything when you get in the car or when you arrive home.

It isn’t until you’re both inside the comfort of your own home that you decide to ask her about it, the defender keeping her eyes cast downwards to the floor instead of looking you in the eye.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask her cautiously, trying to get her to look at you and not the hardwood.

“Nothing” Her thick Australian accent gives away how she really feels, and she herself knows it. Maybe that’s why she mumbles the words into her coat. 

“Love, I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Placing your pointer finger directly below her jaw, you lift her head so that she’s finally looking at you. “What’s going on baby?”

“I- today when Gio was spotting you, I just felt…” She lets out a groan, the inability to express her feelings frustrating her like no other. “I can’t describe what I’m feeling” 

Steph’s arms wrap around you, her face burying into your chest. 

“Do you want me to help you?” The defender nods her head, arms tightening around you. “Did you feel sad?” A shake of her head. “Did you feel happy?” Another shake of her head.

It continues for another minute before you finally, in a teasing tone, get to the emotion she was feeling.

“Did you feel jealous?” The hesitant nod she gives you has a surprised chuckle escaping your mouth, genuinely shocked that she felt jealous.

“Don’t laugh at me, she was touching what’s mine. You’re all mine and no one except me should be allowed to touch you like that” The brunette looks up at you, fiery jealousy spreading like a wildfire throughout her.

“Oh, am I now? Well why don’t you show them who I belong to then my love?” The suggestive tone your voice bears is hard to miss, and Steph immediately gets the hint.

Getting up on her tiptoes, she connects your lips in a way that has your knees buckling underneath you. Her hands move up to your hair, tugging and tangling her fingers in it like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

Gasping, the defender slips her tongue into your mouth, kissing you possessively and passionately. Without letting up on the kiss, Steph starts to walk you towards the living room, your thoughts consumed by her and only her.

When the back of your knees hit the soft cushions of the couch, you break the seal of your lips, sitting down and leaning against the cushions.

Steph sits down in your lap with one leg on each side of your thighs, straddling you. She doesn’t even give you any time to settle before connecting your lips in an even more heated kiss, the defender moving your limp hands to her waist before moving her own to your hair. 

In a flash, her kisses move down to your jaw and even further down your neck, sucking and biting at all parts of your neck. You can even feel the smile against your skin when she hears the sounds slipping out of your mouth, it only spurring her on more.

“Baby, you’re. All. Mine. Not Gio’s, mine.” She grumbles between kisses, the entirety of your neck filled with deep dark bruises. Pulling back, the Aussie admires her work.

Her finger grasp at the sides of your jaw, pulling your head in different directions to get a better view of all the hickies she’d left, you still panting slightly. Humming, Steph thinks for a second before she moves her hands down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Take your shirt off baby” She whispers in your ear, kissing the spot just below it. Immediately you do as she tells you, tugging the shirt off hastily.

She kisses you one last time on the lips before moving to place even darker marks on your collar bones, all the skin that would be visible to the public eye (and a lot that wouldn’t be visible) was covered in blackish purple marks.

Soon enough the skies are as dark as the marks littering your upper body, laying beside your girl in your shared bed. 

Both of your phones having been turned off since long, neither of you being bothered with the notifications from your instagrams. 

It wasn’t just your teammates who needed to know that you were hers, but the entire world too. Steph posting a picture of your hickey littered neck to her story with the caption, all mine.

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how the mighty crumble

masterlist

sub!carol danvers x dom!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: corruption and innocence kink, size kink, fingering, strap on use (r giving), praise, degrading, overstimulation, accidental burning (light)

“I know it hurts a little, but you can take it, can’t you?” She whined back at you and you generously gave her the chance to correct herself before you had to do it for her. You had to cut her some slack when you were pushing her limits, understanding that the stretch of having three fingers in her cunt was going to make her head nice and empty. 

  So instead of slapping her puffy clit as you so cruelly wanted to do, you grabbed the underside of her leg below the knee and hiked it up onto the space next to her chest, watching the prominent muscle of her thighs flex as she wailed. How someone could be so strong yet so breakable you never understood, but you were thankful to whatever gods placed her in your bed. As if that combo didn’t make your stomach flip enough, Carol Danvers was surprisingly innocent when she first stumbled upon your path. 

  “Hurts…so deep,” she struggled to communicate, a crease appearing between her brows as she looked to you for guidance. Your fingers had disappeared down to the knuckle, her greedy pussy swallowing them and clenching down everytime you withdrew your digits to pump steadily.

  “I know, princess, it feels good too though, right?” Just like it feels good to have royalty spread open beneath me. 

  “So good,” she whined with that voice that drove you crazy. She sounded so desperate, so weak, so lacking in control. Carol was a woman of unimaginable power. She could, and had, bring down entire empires and have them crumbling beneath her very feet. She had the power of a goddamn sun. Yet she struggled to take your fingers without turning into a mess. 

  “Tingles,” she told you, breathless and at the mercy of the pleasure you had gifted her. 

  “And what should you do when it starts to tingle?” You questioned, waiting to see if she still at least had some self-control as she clamped around your three fingers.

  “Can I cum…please?” She asked, sounding just as innocent as the first time you had fucked her. Piece by piece, you had methodically stripped away that initial purity by introducing her to so many things. Even after all that, she continued to cling to some semblance of innocence, as though she wanted your gradual corruption to continue as much as you did. 

  “Of course, princess, go ahead,” you encouraged as you continued to pump your fingers into her dripping cunt at a steady pace. As much as you wanted to make her cry, you held off for the time being, opting to fuck her tenderly as she grew used to the distant stretch. It was only prep afterall. 

  Carol truly did sound like royalty as she came, shuddering and moaning so beautifully as she soaked your fingers. You leant down and began to suck possessive marks across her collarbone and breasts, fingering her through her high and into another. She squirmed beneath you, finding it all so overwhelming but holding no desire for it to end. She scratched down your back, so caught up in her bliss that she forgot her own strength as she dug her nails in. You didn’t mind the pain, only taking it as encouragement to focus all three fingers on that special spot inside the captain that practically made her scream. 

  You smirked against her once you coaxed the reaction out of her, steadying your digits as she came around them again. Even after you had pushed her walls the accommodate more than usual, she still felt so tight around you as she came, allowing you to ruin her all over again as she mewled. You took your soaked fingers out of her cunt and held them to your both, smiling down at the exhausted hero as you tasted her arousal. She stared up at you through hooded eyes, mesmerised by the sight of you enjoying her further until you dropped your hand to your briefs that held the largest toy you owned. 

  Although Carol had seen it earlier, her eyes still widened as she took in the cock you stroked with your glistening wet hand, using your spit and the reminients of the blonde’s wetness as lube to prepare her. You had wanted to use it since your first time together, struggling to resist the urge to throw Carol over your kitchen counter and fuck her relentlessly until her innocence had dissipated. But you had been patient, and it was finally about to pay off. 

  “You’re gonna look so pretty getting filled with this cock, baby,” you assured the hero as you massaged her thighs. She preened under the attention that soothed her worries regarding whether or not you were even going to fit. Still, she voiced the concerns as you had taught her to, ensuring you never took it too far with the beautiful blonde. 

  “What if it doesn’t fit?” She asked with uncertainty as she eyed the toy you couldn’t stop touching. 

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure it does,” you said sweetly to front the burning impatience you held. 

  You kissed down her neck in all of the tender spots that made her shudder as you dragged your cock between her thighs, settling it comfortably against her awaiting pussy. She grew breathless again, this time in an excited anticipation that was soon relieved when you pushed the silicone inside. Carol gasped, clinging to your back once more while you held back on forcing it all in at once to hear her cry. 

  “Y/n,” she cried out as her walls stretched further for your unforgiving cock. The pressure was immense and the pain was perfect, making Carol wetter the more you gave her. She had never taken anything so big, never felt so utterly fucked and you were still only half way in. 

  You paused momentarily when Carol uttered for you to do so. “You’re so perfect,” you told her, holding her waist tight. “So obedient, so good,” you continued, withdrawing your hips slightly to push back in without going further. She couldn’t give you a verbal response, only moaning as you lightly fucked open her swollen cunt until the promise that she could feel it so much more finally clicked. 

  “More,” she called out, not truly understanding what she was asking for until you snapped your hips forward and suddenly she was full to the brim. 

  “Ah!” She sounded so fucking good that you didn’t dare stop, snapping your hips frantically against the captain and abusing her sore pussy in the process. Carol had never felt so used in her entire life and she loved how powerless she felt. 

  “S’too much,” she told you even though her cunt was soaking the sheets beneath you. 

  “Take it,” you practically growled as you gazed down at the sight of Carol enveloping your cock with greed. “Fucking take it,” you ordered, pressing yourself entirely into her as you fucked her without relent. As though her mind and body were competing for their say on what they could handle, Carol wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled you impossibly deeper into her with a sharp cry. You smirked at the action, recognising that she was completely at the mercy of her own desire. 

  “I wish you could see how your greedy pussy just sucks me in,” you told Carol in a grunt, holding her down with enough force to bruise any normal human. “You’re not the tough Captain they all think you are. You’re just a little slut,” you told her as she continued to moan helplessly. You throbbed at the sight of it all, vaguely feeling how Carol’s stretched cunt continued to hug your cock. 

  “Yeah,” she whimpered, fully aware that it was something she never would have admitted prior to meeting you. “Yours,” she added, knowing how it made your insides flip. 

  “Please can I…cum?” She babbled, head empty, as you thrust the cock at a pace she couldn’t keep up with nor match given how raw she was. “Please,” she added as tears finally began to stream down her face. You wished you could have taken a picture of the sight to keep with you everywhere you went, luckily it was easily engraved in your memory. 

  “Go ahead, princess, soak my cock,” you ordered, a mere second before she let a string of whorish moans escape her soft lips.

  Carol couldn’t have held herself back any longer if she wanted to, too dumbed down to be able to find the strength that you had drained her of in the best way possible. Except this time when her orgasm rushed through her body, the overstimulation had her system going into a defensive state and her hands suddenly began to burn at your back. 

  “Fuck,” you hissed. You looked down at Carol’s blissed features and didn’t dare interrupt the waves of pleasure she had worked so hard to earn, so you endured the non serious heat on your back with a sense of pride until the captain’s senses gradually dulled and her powers dispersed. 

  “It’s okay,” you cooed when you slipped the toy out and heard Carol whine. She was understandably sore and incredibly sensitive, so you swiftly tossed your brief harness onto the floor somewhere and enveloped yourself and Carol with several soft blankets as she always needed after. You wrapped your arms around her exhausted frame as you did so, making sure she felt entirely cocooned in your safety. She must have as she nuzzled into your neck and clung to your body, keeping you desperately close. 

  “You did so well for me, princess. So perfect,” you muttered as you stroked her back and tried not to focus on the dull pain of the light deep burns on your own. They weren’t bad, but you would wait a while until you mentioned it to the captain because in that moment, all that mattered to you was making sure she was okay.

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“Workout” buddies

Abby Anderson x fem reader

Summary: you go the campus gym and can’t help but be distracted by the beautiful woman working out, she seems to be just as distracted as you are.

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, fingering, cursing,strangers to more?

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You don’t want to admit the rarity at which you use the free campus gym. Sure you’ve used it once or twice before, but who has time to go to the gym? Apparently your new found gym crush does. You hated yourself for staring but how could you not, bulging biceps moving seamlessly with every dumbbell curl she did, her tight black sweat pants clinging to her muscular thighs and ass perfectly. You shamelessly checked her out from your place at the treadmill, as she did bicep curls In front of the full length mirror. Your eyes travelled up her body until her eyes met yours in the mirror.

You fell a small part of you die inside as your face flushes and you look away. You can’t believe you got caught staring, you risk taking another glance hoping she wouldn’t be to mad, but your met with her smirking at you through the mirror. You continue your run on the treadmill looking anywhere but her before you make a bigger fool of yourself.

This is how it went the whole time you move from different machine to different machine but somehow your eyes would always find her. She knew it too, she’d flex harder than necessarily, she’d smirk as you watched the way her muscles rippled under her skin, and she’d wait till you were looking at her to lift the bottom of her tank top to wipe the sweat from her forehead giving you a lovely view of her abs. You can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips. You could the moisture leaving your mouth and quickly going south.

You were getting ready to do deadlifts when the Greek goddess approached you.

“Want a spotter?” Her silky smooth voice asks

And you were happy you weren’t holding the bar yet because you would have surly dropped it.

“Uh yeah that’d be great thanks” you bumbled out

She nodded with a smile as she stood behind you. You could tell her eyes on you, you wiped your sweaty palms on your workout pants before you grabbed the bar.

You did four before you started to struggle. You got the bar upon the fifth one before you really started to struggle before you felt her front flush against your back and her strong hands holding your waist.

“It’s alright I got you” she her voice low against your ear

Your ass was tucked into her pelvis

“Just put it down slow” she guided you

And you slowly dropped the bar breathing heavy

“Good girl” she whispers into your ear

“U-uh thank you, for helping with that i um I’m done for today so I gonna hit the showers thanks again” you awkwardly ramble before rushing off towards the locker room.

You left Abby standing there smirking at your retreating form.

You just had to hurry up and shower then you could leave and forget that ever happened, you thought to yourself as you quickly opened your locker and grabbed your shower bag and towel. You could the wetness between your legs and the way your clit throbbed. You definitely had a date with your vibrator tonight.

You quickly showered and you were now in front of your locker, your towel still wrapped around you.

“I’ve e never seen you here before” a familiar voice speaks out and you jump whipping around with your hand to your chest over your rapidly beating heart

“Sorry” she says with a laugh “I didn’t mean to scare you” it’s the Greek goddess again and now you are fully convinced she is trying to kill you with how she has her muscles on display for your eyes to see. She wore nothing but a black sports bra and black boxers, her wet hair back in its signature braid.

“I don’t come here very often” you answer her question

“Hmm that’s a shame” she pushes off the lockers she leaning against and slowly makes her way to you until she’s in front of you

“I’m gonna miss having an audience” she teases with a little smirk

You blush while opening and closing your mouth trying to find something to say

Her raspy chuckle breaks the silence of the locker room

She moves closer to you until your back is pressed against the lockers and she’s right in front of you, she braces one hand on the locker by your head while the other lifts your chin so your meeting her stormy blue eyes.

She leans down and she’s a hairs length away from your lips, you can feel her breath on her face

“S’ok I was looking too” her voice is low

Your eyes flick down to her lips before meeting her eyes again, you decide to take it into your own hands and you surge forward your lips meeting hers.

It’s a hot and messy kiss, she has you pressed against the lockers and your holding onto her shoulder while your other hand is on the small of her back, trying to pull her even closer to you. Her tongue runs along the seam of your lips, her teeth nip at your bottom lip. When you moan her tongue goes into your mouth and explores when she can reach.

She breaks the kiss and you both catch your breath, your eyes meet hers and your knees almost give out at the look she gives you. Her eyes are dark, the blue irises barely visible around her blown pupils.

You feel her moves you towel and you feel her warm hand on your thigh

“This okay?” She asks as she kisses your jaw

You nod

“Use your words baby” she tells you as she nips at your neck

“Y-yes please” you breathe out

“Good girl” she mumbles against your neck as her fingers trail up your thigh to your wet core

She runs her fingers through your slit and groans at the slick she finds there

“Fuck your so wet, gonna have to be quick. Don’t want anyone to walk in” she tells you as she starts to circle your clit with her fingers.

You whimper and grab onto her arm, feeling the the muscles move under your hand just floods your center even more. She kisses and nips at your neck and her fingers move down to your hole.

She slowly fucks one finger into you savoring the way your velvety wet wall feel around her.

She adds a second finger and curls them hitting your sweet spot and you have to bite your lip to prevent the moan that wants to come out.

She sets a quick pace, her fingers fuck into you while her palm rubs against your clit. Your hips rock with every movement seeking the friction your body is begging for.

All that can be heard throughout the locker room was the squelch of your wet pussy, your quiet whimpers, and Abby’s breathing.

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” She praises and she feels your wall flutter around her fingers

She smirks as she kisses the marks she’s made on your neck

You could feel the coil getting ready to snap, she could feel how close your were with how your pussy was clenching her finger

“Let go for me baby, cum on my fingers”she tells you and you feels the coil snap

She kisses you and you moan into her mouth. Your back arches off of the lockers and your nails dig into her shoulder. She grunts into the kiss and slows down her movements helping you ride out your orgasm.

She breaks the kiss and kisses your forehead before she takes her fingers out of you. She licks your juices off of her fingers before she quickly gets dressed. You stay leaning against the lockers eyes closed and catching your breath after probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When you finally caught your breath and opened your eyes.

The Greek goddess had just finished getting dressed and left the locker room with a wink.

You were about to call out to her when others started to enter the locker room. You quickly get dressed and you’re about to leave when you noticed a piece of paper on the bench closest to her locker. You quickly grab it and read it as you leave.

(XXX)XXX-XXXX

Give me a call. Next time I won’t have to be so quick.

-Abby

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Author’s Note: for my own sanity, only some of these headcanons include Hina, Makio, and Suma. 😆 As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~3,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Tengen’s aftercare can be… overwhelming. 🤭 Water and cuddles are appreciated, but do you really need a three course meal? An entire change of bedsheets? A steamy bath complete with petals and/or bath salts? A full body rubdown? Occasionally, the answer is YES! 😌 But oftentimes, the answer is: “Tengen, I’m not going to make it through the appetizer, let alone whatever else you’re planning.” 😴 Because as grateful as you are to be thoroughly pampered and cherished, sometimes the best aftercare is simply a quick rinse followed by promptly passing out.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Tengen’s obsessed with your tits. 🤤😍 I mean, have you seen Hina, Makio, and Suma?! *cue that “You six are the most important things to me.” “Six? But Lord Tengen, there are only three of us.” “I said what I said.” meme* 😂 Sensitivity matters more to him than size or shape; if he can’t elicit a soft gasp from brushing his fingertips across your nipples, then what’s the point? ☹️ He’d be your personal bra if you’d let him, glued to your back 24/7, hands cupping your tits. If you have smaller tits: “But Tengen, they’re not even that big. I don’t need a bra!” “Okaaay, but I come with heating and massaging services! 🥺” If you have larger tits: “Honey, do you need help? ☺️” “Help? 🤨” “If they’re too heavy, I happen to know a strong man who can ease your burdens.” *cue Tengen winking exaggeratedly at your tits*

Tengen’s arms and thighs are to die for. He can hold you up against a wall, biceps flexing as your nails dig into his skin, cock thrusting steady and deep into your pussy, hardly out of breath, until you’re whimpering T-too much, g-gonna cum a-again. He can also keep you in place while you grind your clit against his thigh, forearms toned and unyielding as you melt into his chest, whining as you near your orgasm, unable to rest under his gentle, unforgiving guidance. “Mm, such a pretty thing, getting off on my thigh,” squeezing your waist in warning as you try to slow down, “What a pathetic whore, so anxious to cum the moment she sits on my lap,” grinning smugly as your body shudders, “There’s no stopping now, babygirl’s gotta finish what she starts, gotta make a mess on my thigh, then, maybe, I’ll let you go.” If you really think he’s letting you go after slipping your panties aside to feel your wetness seep through his pants, casually lifting you—with one arm, of course—just enough to fuck rough fingers into your clenched heat… think again. 😃

Cum?

Tengen prefers cumming in your pussy or on your ass. When he’s feeling intimate, finishing in your pussy feels like the ideal ending; it’s heavenly, sexy, and the perfect amount of lewd when you spread your folds so he can watch himself drip out of your stretched hole. If he’s feeling dominant, cumming on your ass satisfies his urge to claim and mark you in a more degrading manner; “My filthy fucking bitch,” as his cum coats your asshole, dribbling down the backs of your thighs, making a mess of the sheets below, “Wearing my cum so beautifully, what a slut.”

Dirty Talk?

Uzui Tengen aka King of Dirty Talk™️. Mind you, King™️ doesn’t mean everything he murmurs into your ear is mouthwatering, panty dropping, orgasm inducing, but it does mean he talks. A lot. Constantly. “You close to cumming? Close to squeezing the life out of my cock? Can’t wait to die by your pussy, mmm, yes darling, kill me.’ … … … 💀 To be fair, 9 out of 10 times he says something that’s actually pleasurable. 😆 “You hear that babydoll? The sound of your greedy pussy squelching around my cock? Look down gorgeous, look at how well you take me. Look and listen, tell me what you think, hm?” Spoiler alert: there’s no way you’re telling him what you think, because fucking you speechless happens to be his specialty.

Experience? their level of experience

Factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma, Tengen’s quite experienced. They don’t have foursomes too often (coordinating four schedules is a nightmare lmao), which actually benefits his sexual familiarity and comfortability, because 1-on-1 with three different women means plenty of consistent variety and opportunities to experiment/learn/grow. Toss you into the mix (they’re all very happy to get to love and be loved by you 🥰), and fivesomes are even rarer than the elusive foursome. Omitting Hina, Makio, and Suma? Tengen’s still experienced, but sexual experience doesn’t necessarily equate to emotional or romantic maturity. Does he know how to bring his sexual partners to world shattering climax? Yeah. Does he know how to nurture intimacy and depth beyond carnality? ~Eventually! He isn’t inherently closed off to the idea or concept of closeness — he just needs the right person (you, heh) to feel like taking that next step is worth his time, energy, and investment.

Foreplay?

Tengen LOVES foreplay, but he also LOVES penetrative sex, so it’s a perpetual, inner debate for him. 😖 Does he bask in the glory of you giving him head while he’s gaming with Kyojuro and Sanemi, or does he go afk (away from keyboard) to bend you over the bed and fuck you between rounds? 🤓 On that note, he prefers receiving, primarily because it’s easier for you to randomly suck his dick than it is for him to randomly perform cunnilingus. 11/10 has calender anniversary reminders for all the various places you’ve blown him i.e. 1/27 Bar Bathroom Blowjob 🍻; 4/19 Changing Room Blowjob 👕; 10/31 Halloween Party Blowjob 🎃. Besides blowjobs and cunnilingus, he’s a sorry sap for making out (when he supports the back of your head/neck and kisses you deeply UNF) and pinching your nipples until you’re begging him to play nice.

Goofy? their sense of humor

Ever seen movie/tv show bloopers where actors laugh while trying to film a serious/sad/etc scene? That’s Tengen during sex. He isn’t consciously silly, but his intensity/somewhat domineering attitude occasionally misses the mark. To his credit, he’s generally aware of your mood and what the ~vibe is, but sometimes all he wants to do is spank you—”Can you be good for me? Can you count? From one to ten, can you count out your punishment?”—and all you end up doing is giggling and sassing off: “Can I count from one to ten? Why, yes, yes I can!!!!!” *cue unstifled laughter* 🤪

Hair? pubes maintenance

Short of zero maintenance, Tengen has next to no preference about his pubic hair. If you want him clean shaven? He’ll do his best (shaving his balls only scares him ~a tad). If you appreciate ~some hair? He’ll literally have you sit on the bathtub beside him while he grooms, and rely on you to tell him when to stop. And if you also have next to no preference? He falls into a monthly trim routine.

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Sex with Tengen tends to lack toe curling intimacy. Your toes will certainly curl for other reasons, but he isn’t really a stare-into-my-eyes-as-I-whisper-sweet-nothings lover; he’s a, “Look at me while I fuck your pretty cunt,” firm thumb lifting up your chin, “I said look at me,” fucker. If you ask for more intimate sex, then he’ll certainly try his best, but all it takes is a few clenches of your walls around his cock—your eyes rolling backward, soft whine pushed from your chest, as he buries himself balls deep—for him to dissolve into his usual demanding demeanor.

Jack Off? masturbation

Including Hina, Makio, and Suma, he hardly ever masturbates. Sex isn’t a given—he doesn’t take anyone for granted, nor assume that someone’ll be available whenever he’s horny—but he doesn���t want any of you to feel rejected or neglected either. It’s a careful balance between respecting his right to privacy and personal time, as well as him not constantly declining sex because, “Oops, I already masturbated today.” Excluding Hina, Makio, and Suma, he tends to masturbate/initiate sex more days a week than not. If you aren’t in the mood, then he still checks in that you’re alright with him satisfying his needs alone, because again: he cares more about you feeling desired and taken care of than he cares about immediately fulfilling his sexual urges. He’s less so asking permission to masturbate, and more so ensuring nobody feels left out.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Tengen enjoys shibari, but only when there’s enough time for it to be artistic and sexual. Bondage satisfies him too, but there’s a distinct difference between tying your wrists and ankles to four corners of a bed versus having you kneel and move in front of him as he creates fluid, silky knots and patterns across your body. Both forms involve you trusting him to a degree that riles and soothes his desires to control and protect you, just as both forms typically end with him cumming in your pussy, hands clutching your hips as he trembles, feeling his slick squelch out from the fullness of his cock inside you, balls soon sticky and messy. However, shibari is more meditative and collaborative—a mutual dance—whereas bondage leans toward leading and following—precisely choreographed (and he’s the choreographer). P.S. He’s definitely the type to own a sex swing. 😵‍💫

Location? where they prefer to have sex

When it comes to penetrative sex, Tengen prefers the bedroom (or living room) — nothing like knowing there’re solid walls to hold and fuck you against, as well as a soft and comfy bed (or couch) for less effortful/more creative positions — the bed/couch provides cushioning for potential falling/mishaps when trying something new. But oral sex? Tengen’s happy to receive a blowjob practically anywhere, anytime (so long as you’re comfortable). He’d much prefer he be caught with his pants down than you, and has likely had to laugh off one or two ~interruptions. 😅

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Modeling clothing and sleeping in his shirts! 😍 You could model a winter coat and snow pants, and Tengen would still be eager to “find” your breasts beneath the thick layers of polyester and fleece, as well as squeeze your now thoroughly padded ass. 🤪 And if you model lingerie, swimwear, or anything remotely revealing? He’s 100% chugging water and fanning himself, legs parting as he not so subtly grabs his crotch, “I think we need to do a sit test before you buy those,” while patting his thigh. Are some of his reactions exaggerated? Yeah. 😂 But does he do it all to hype you up and because he’s attracted to you? Also yeah. ☺️ On a different note, wear his clothing, and he’ll immediately offer to let you keep it for forever. “Wearing my shirt?” he grins slyly. “Mhm.” “Keep it,” he declares. Eyebrows raising, you tilt your head, “What?” “I just want you to have sweet dreams!” he winks. “And wearing your shirt…” “Will obviously grant you sweet dreams.” “Surrre,” you drawl, arms crossing amusedly. “Aaand you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

No? turn offs

Unless it’s with his cock, Tengen isn’t huge on breathplay. Light choking? Sure, if you ask nicely. But more serious breathplay? He’s just a little too informed about the dangers of cutting your brain off from oxygen to properly enjoy it. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Tengen prefers receiving oral sex, mostly because he can’t get over how stunning you look with his cock in your mouth. As beautiful as you look—and feel—cumming while his tongue flicks rapidly at your clit, it just isn’t the same from between your thighs; your head tilts backward, pretty eyes disappearing from view, legs suffocating him and his view. But you, tracing the tip of his cock with your glistening tongue, one hand shoved between your legs, the other clutching his thigh, struggling to balance bringing yourself to orgasm and coaxing shudders from him? That is a sight he’ll never tire of.

Position? their favorite position(s)

For cumming in your pussy, Tengen adores having you on top. Make no mistake—he’s happy and able to do most of the work (grabbing your hips and thrusting upward into your cunt)—there’s just no better way to watch your tits bounce. Make him suck on your fingers before playing with your nipples, and he’s liable to cum much sooner than anticipated. For cumming on your ass, Tengen doesn’t really care what position you’re in; he’s focused on chasing his orgasm and keeping his thrusts as hard and precise as possible. If you’re on your back, then he’ll simply flip you over when he needs to cum, impatiently waiting to paint a lil heart on your ass with his cum (he cums first, and then uses it as ~paint — his swollen tip’s the paintbrush). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Tengen isn’t the hugest fan of quickies. He considers sex a privilege, an indulgence, an experience, and rushing it means less time to reach its potential. That being said, if he’s in the mood and there’s only time for a quickie, then he won’t hold off— he has the stamina to chase immediate gratification and enjoy his time (with you) ~later too. 😌

Risk? their risk tolerance

Despite his flashy persona, Tengen would rather partake in safe, “tame” sex than put his partner(s) at risk of bodily/emotional harm. Regarding himself, he’s less reserved. In other words, if someone’s going to be caught with their pants down, then he’d prefer it be himself than his partner(s). Even if you tell him, “Getting caught sucking someone’s dick can still be as embarrassing as getting caught having your dick sucked!” he’s unlikely to acknowledge his double standard — you’d really have to push to be the one undressing in a ~risky situation.

Stamina?

Tengen can go for hours, primarily because he can stave off cumming for hours. Sometimes you have to beg him to cum, as in, beg for him to cum, because your pussy’s swollen and sore and the copious amounts of lube aren’t enough anymore. “Tengen, please,” you whimper, mouthing weakly at his neck, body folded sweaty and exhausted atop his chest. “What is it?” he murmurs, only slightly breathless, slow thrusts continuing as he kneads your ass, “Please what?” “Please cum,” you groan, folds stinging from the relentless friction, “I swear if you don’t cum soon-” Smirking, he rocks his hips sharply upward, eyes closing as he drawls, “Then what?” “Then you’re pulling out and cumming in your fist.” That changes his pace real quick — best believe he’s cumming in your pussy, or not at all. As for his actual refractory period, he’s capable of multiple orgasms throughout the day, but the more he cums in a day, the more days he’ll need to recharge afterwards. 🪫

Toys?

Tengen may or may not dedicate a sizeable portion of his income to sex toys, especially factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma. While he appreciates being called a Sex God™️, he’s a relatively humble god 🙃, and is fine acknowledging the usefulness and efficiency of dildos, vibrators, etc. He definitely researches options of intrigue before buying, and only purchases well reputed— oftentimes more expensive—toys. If any of you (“you” being Hina, Makio, Suma, and you) request a custom dildo of his penis, then you bet he’s making four of them!!!!! 😃 Why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—fuck themselves with ~his cock? 😤 If you’re into anal sex, then he might splurge even further and make eight… because why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—stuff all of their holes? Does this mean he’d technically need twelve if we’re counting mouths as well?

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tengen loooves teasing, but isn’t fond of being teased himself. 😬 You can tease him—he isn’t a jerk about it/won’t promptly shut you down—but he will flip the tables sooner rather than later. Verbal banter goes over better with him than physical playfulness, because it’s just too easy for him to manhandle you. If you’re dominant/switch leaning, then he’ll occasionally relinquish his reins, but doing so absolutely requires lengthy discussion and upfront negotiation/explanation (of your needs) prior.

Volume?

Tengen murmurs lowly and grunts loudly; a combination of seductive, filthy, and sometimes nonsensical dirty talk + guttural, staggered noises as he nears his climax. If he’s cumming multiple times in a day, then he’s definitely shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, FUUUUUCK!!!!!” by his last orgasm — similar to shouting through a difficult part of a workout, because cumming multiple times in a day is 😮‍💨.

Wild Card?

Tengen’s contemplated getting his dick pierced more than once, but hasn’t followed through with it because he’s afraid of the pain. Don’t get him wrong!!! 😠 He’s tough!!!!! 😡 Just not that kind of tough. 🫠

X-ray?

A show-er for sure, almost 8 inches when fully erect, and as thick as you’d expect (very). Proper preparation and lube are generally a must—another reason Tengen isn’t super into quickies—but he’s fairly straight with minimal veins, aka no wicked curves or texture that require further adjustment. The head of his cock is relatively small, so getting through the initial squeeze and fullness isn’t the hardest part; it’s a ~journey all the way down to his balls. 🤠

Yearning? sex drive

Goes through periods of initiating sex every other day to not feeling anything in particular about sex for like, a week. With four wives, that neutral period is important for resetting himself and getting shit done — taking care of himself + four partners sexually can take up a lot of time! Of course, you can obviously pleasure yourself + each other too (permutations, math, 5 numbers), and he’s more than content to watch—or hear about it later—when he’s not quite up for participating himself.

Zzz?

Instead of crashing immediately after sex, Tengen crashes immediately following aftercare. He has plenty of energy to go ~overboard with aftercare, and precisely no energy once he knows you’re both comfortably grounded and sated (if you let him, then he will cook you that three course meal mentioned in Aftercare, and he will start nodding off at the dining table once you’ve taken your last bite 🥱). He’s pretty indifferent about how you sleep after sex; just don’t roll over to the complete opposite side of the bed without even a pinky toe or finger touching him 🥲 — he’ll fall asleep thinking he’s upset you, but too tired to actually ask. 🥺😴

[daisynik7]

The Takada-Chan Mall Concert

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Your first ever Takada-Chan concert doesn't go as planned.

Author's Notes: Hello everybody, here's the first chapter! Just a few background details - Todo is 22, already graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu High, and is working as a full-fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer. Reader is also 22, graduated from university, taking the summer off before starting work in the fall. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

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The day has finally arrived: Your very first Takada-Chan concert! You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you started following the pop idol a few years ago, during the start of university. Although some would consider you a relatively new fan, your love and dedication to the Tall Idol is unmatched, you’re sure of it. You know her favorite food (goatfish), her favorite drink (room temperature sake), her favorite color (black), her blood type (AB negative)…The list goes on and on. 

It’s the summer before you officially start your big girl job in the fall. College has kicked your ass the past 4 years, so you treat yourself with a well-deserved summer break. Now, you have the next three months to attend every possible Takada event near you, starting with this concert. She’s hosting a very exclusive performance at the mall in her hometown, which is conveniently only 15 minutes away from you. Tickets sold out online within minutes, but you managed to snag two for you and your best friend, Sara, who only agreed to go with you to keep you company. She understands that these types of events can be…well, as she puts it bluntly:

“A sausage-fest.”

She stares at you with her arms crossed as you pack your bag with binoculars and a mini sign with Takada’s face on it. “Ugh, binoculars? Really? The concert is in a mall, you’ll see her just fine!”

“You never know! I just want to be prepared.”

“I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this woman,” Sara says, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you’re in love with her or anything.”

You smile at your friend. “I know, but she’s just so cool. I love her confidence! And her music is so catchy, even you can’t deny that.”

She rolls her eyes again, chuckling. “Yeah okay, her music is pretty good. But I don’t think you’re fully prepared for how much of a sausage-fest this is gonna be.”

“I don’t care. No man is getting in my way today. Us girls are going to stick together. Women supporting women!”

‘Yeah yeah, I’m still bringing my brass knuckles though.”

~~~

The day has finally arrived: Todo’s first Takada-Chan concert of the summer. He’s been to 9 concerts already, including the 4 he’s imagined in his head. There’s no doubt in his mind that it’s going to be the best one yet.

He bought an extra ticket for his bestie and brother, Yuji Itadori, who’s currently at the mall, saving a spot for him while he finishes getting ready. He inspects himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps smiling, very satisfied with his appearance. With one more quick armpit check, he heads out. At the mall, there’s already dozens of people surrounding the windows, trying to sneak a peek inside. “Ha, you dweebs didn’t get tickets in time,” Todo says smugly, waving his tickets in everyone’s face while he goes through the entrance.

The mall is packed with people waiting for the pop idol’s performance. He finds the area where the stage is and scans the crowd until he spots spiky pink hair near the front. “Brother!” he yells, making his way through the sea of people effortlessly, getting a few shouts of protest from some smaller randoms.

Yuji looks up from his phone, greeting him with a smile. “Hey Todo! Man, it’s packed! Didn’t think this many people liked Takada-Chan.”

“Brother, don’t say something so stupid like that again. Of course a lot of people like Takada-Chan.” He slaps Yuji’s back hard, causing the shorter boy to stumble forward slightly.

“Geez, okay, I get it! When is this thing supposed to start, anyways? I’m meeting Kugisaki to go shopping.”

Todo scrolls through his phone, checking Twitter. “Takada-Chan tweeted 20 minutes ago that she’s on her way. Look at her, so adorable.” He shows him his phone, playing a video of the idol doing her signature Taka-Tan Beam, gazing at it lovingly.

Yuji laughs. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go now before this thing gets too crazy. See ya!” He squeezes himself through the crowd as Todo continues to admire Takada’s video on repeat.

~~~

You walk back to the stage area, two corn dogs in hand, when your phone buzzes, displaying a text from Sara. We’ve got a problem.

Your heart sinks as you speed walk faster through the mall, simultaneously stress-eating the food in your grip. It’s only been 10 minutes since you offered to get food for you and Sara while waiting for the concert to begin. What kind of disastrous complication could have occurred in this miniscule amount of time?! 

You approach the concert area, the hoard bigger and louder compared to when you left. Sara is near the front of the stage, so you push your way in, stepping through until you hit a wall.

Wait, it’s not a wall.

It’s a person. A very tall and muscular man.

Ah, the problem.

He doesn’t even flinch when you run headfirst into his back, like he didn’t feel it. You rub your forehead, turn your head to face Sara on your left, smirking. “Looks like you literally ran into our problem.”

You’re furious. This guy is MASSIVE. He’s got a least a foot on you, height-wise. But he’s also ripped with muscles. You can’t see above him or around him. All you see is his back muscles. It doesn’t help that the entire audience is packed like sardines, so tight you can’t move to either side of him for a better view. "What happened?” you ask, panicked. “This guy wasn't here before.” You hand a corn dog to Sara, grimacing at the man before you.

"I guess the pink haired dude in front of us saved this guy's spot." She points the corn dog towards him, whispering, “Should I stick my brass knuckles in him? Maybe that will get him to move.”

Naturally, being afraid of confrontation and violence, you respond, "No, no. You’ll get in trouble for that. Let me just talk to him, I guess.”

Sara munches on her treat while you clear your throat, reaching up to poke his shoulder, with no response. You poke a little harder this time and still nothing.

“He’s like a fucking brick wall or something,” you mutter to Sara, who only giggles. With a closed fist, you pound on his back, as if knocking on a door, a very beefy, sturdy door. Finally, he cranes his neck to face you, eyebrows raised.

“Um, hello. Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking our view.”

This guy doesn’t even have the audacity to turn his body around. He just peers over his shoulder, saying, “Nope,” facing forward again, completely disregarding you.

“So you’re just going to block our view the whole time?” you remark, annoyed. 

He scoffs, still not looking at you. “Not my problem.”

Who is this fucking jerk?!

From the corner of your eye, you notice Sara brandishing her brass knuckles, ready to pounce. You shield her with your arm, stopping her. “Don’t. Let’s just wait and see what happens when Takada-Chan comes out.” You feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

A few minutes pass and the crowd around you starts screaming in excitement. Takada-Chan must be walking on stage now, though you wouldn’t know because this guy’s back is taking up your entire view. The rest of the fans are so squished together that you’re practically nose-to-back with this guy. Luckily, he has no body odor; he actually smells quite nice.

“Can you see anything?” you ask Sara.

“Yeah, she’s on stage now. She’s just waving to the crowd as her mic gets set up.”

“What is she wearing?”

“A red and white baseball tee with flared jeans that has jewels on the side,” Sara answers.

You pout. “Ugh, she’s so cool! If only I could see her!”

“Let’s switch spots, c’mon.” Sara tries to move behind you as you shift to your left. Music plays and Takada-Chan starts singing her current smash hit “Love Gem”, which you are absolutely obsessed with. Now in a position to actually see your favorite idol, you retrieve the Takada sign out of your bag, ready to enjoy the concert. Before you can, the jerk in front of you begins swaying side-to-side in time with the music, singing loudly, and badly. Every time he swings to the left, your view gets obscured again. You shoot a look to Sara, who just laughs at your misfortune. 

You try your best to appreciate the rest of the performance, getting glimpses of the pop idol whenever the swaying moron moves out the way. When it’s over, Takada-Chan delivers her signature Taka-Tan Beam, resulting in shrieks of glee from the audience. The boulder in front of you yells, “I love you, Takada-Chan! It’s me, Aoi Todo! Your future husband!” He waves his arms back and forth, vying for her attention.

As you wait for the crowd to disperse, you shout to Sara, “As if Takada-Chan will ever marry an idiot like that.”

All of a sudden, he turns around to face you. He’s more massive and menacing from the front. The most noticeable feature about him is the huge scar running down the left side of his face. A tiny corner of your brain wonders what the story behind that is. “What did you call me?” he growls.

Shit. You didn’t think he could hear you. He’s a jerk anyways, so no need to be nice. “I called you an idiot, idiot,” you sneer, with the smuggest grin.

He glares at you. “I’ll have you know that I have an IQ of 530,000. You normies could never compare.” His voice is dripping with arrogance and cockiness, it makes your blood boil.

“Normies? You some kind of god or something?”

“Heh, you could call me god-like, I suppose,” he winks at you, smirking.

You roll your eyes, hard. “Charming. Well, I hope you had fun getting ignored by your 'future wife'. Thanks to you, I didn’t even get to see her since your ginormous body was blocking me the entire time!” You’re seething now. Sara stands beside you, wide eyed but enjoying the show. If there was popcorn, she would be stuffing her face with it right now.

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t save yourself a better spot. Maybe next time, plan better. If you are a true Takada fan, you would do whatever it takes. That’s why I’m the superior Takada-Chan fan.” Both his thumbs point towards himself, puffing out his chest.

“Please, you think you’re the superior fan? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’ve known her since middle school, so yeah, I think that makes me the biggest fan!”

“I doubt that, you’re probably making this up!”

“I’m not! She rejected me in middle school, but I know she’ll come around in a few years once she retires! Then we’ll finally be together!”

This guy is truly delusional. “You think Takada-Chan will ever marry someone like you? Get real!”

You're both going at it like a tennis match, Sara's eyes darting back and forth between the two contenders.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with Takada-Chan too? I will crush you if you get in my way!” he yells.

“I’m not in love with her, I admire her! I aspire to be her!”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh. You’ll never be like Takada-Chan, shorty.”

“I’m not talking about her looks; I’m talking about her personality!”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have much going on there either!”

“Asshole!”

“Loser!”

“Okay you two, stop!” Sara intervenes, physically placing herself in between you and the ogre. “As much fun as it is to see you both go ballistic at each other, people are starting to stare. Now break it up.”

Your face is so hot, you feel steam coming out of your ears. What a fucking asshole.

He looks at Sara and tells her, “You better control your girl. She shouldn’t be messing with someone like me.”

“Oh, is that a threat? Come at me, I will fuck you up!” You’re ready to throw hands at this fucking prick until Sara restrains you, letting him walk away, chuckling.

“You have seriously got to calm down. Don’t let a dick like him get to you,” Sara says, still holding you back.

All you do is grunt at her. Who does this moron think he is to talk to people like that? As you make your way towards the exit of the mall, you hope with all your Takada filled heart that you never have to run into that guy ever again.

[sashimiyas]

Onions aren’t the only reason why we cry

Summary: Osamu has some important news to share with his friends and it results in group tears and a group hug

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: fluff; reader is referred to as she/her; Inarizaki things

There’s a rare delicateness in the air after you’ve closed the door. Osamu’s friends had picked up on his apprehension, waiting with bated breath when he whispered ‘I have something to tell ya guys’ the first time you disappeared from the kitchen to grab your bag and now that you’ve closed the door and officially left the apartment, everyone waits impatiently.

Atsumu taps his feet, antsy, and Suna cannot help but close and reopen apps aimlessly on his phone. Kita, whose idle hands are usually disciplined, rip napkins to even pieces and Aran has resorted to pacing the living room.

Osamu steps out of his slippers and slides down the wooden flooring with socked feet and stealth. He places a careful hand to the doorframe to stabilize himself and tilts to the side. One index finger pulls a singular blind down that has Atsumu counting seconds. It’s not until he gets to eight does Osamu turn around with a breath of relief.

“Alright,” he heaves, and just that breath balances the heavy pressure in the air, “she’s gone.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Atsumu starts muttering under his breath. He begins pacing with Aran, hands on his hips and eyes downward. Osamu wants to tell him to calm down but even he can’t steady the beating in his heart.

“I can’t take this!” Aran’s the first to break, lashing out. “Come on now. Out with what ya got to say.”

Kita takes a calm hand and grabs his old friend’s wrist. The simple touch calms Aran down, but with the words out in the air, Osamu’s garnered everyone’s rapt attention.

“Spill when ya ready,” Kita offers, “but just know ya driving us crazy.” Then he nudges Suna with his foot, “Keep 119 ready. I feel like Tsumu’s seconds away from passing out.”

Suna grunts in accord, nimble fingers tapping the screen while eyes follow Atsumu who is no longer contained in the living room, venturing the whole perimeter of Osamu’s apartment, mutterings trailing behind him.

Osamu walks back to the kitchen, bracing his hands on the edge of the island before bending his elbows and leaning down on it. The cold stone is hard against his belly and so he stands, crossing his arms across his chest. Nothing feels comfortable.

“You’re making me anxious,” Suna shifts in his seat.

“Fuck, sorry, shit,” Osamu says, using his foot to slide his joggers down. “I’m nervous because fuck, when I say it, it’s gonna be real.”

Atsumu’s done a full round and he’s back in the kitchen. Osamu takes one final breath and he glances at the friends that have gathered at his table, the ones he knows he wants by his side now and forever.

Suna still has his phone in his hands, obviously peeved even if he’s doing his best to remain expressionless. Kita is seated next to him and he’s taken to tracing the condensation on his glass. Aran is statuesque beside them, standing with his arms crossed, head down, and eyes closed. His jaw flexes at every breath and he sincerely looks like he might explode from anticipation. Lastly, he meets his brother’s eyes. They’re expectant and Osamu can assume he already knows what he’s going to say, gaze glassy and ready. Before Atsumu can escape to pacing again, he pulls his brother to his side, an arm around his shoulder, strength renewed at Atsumu’s touch.

When the bones of their hips bump, Atsumu immediately stiffens at the feel of it. He looks at his brother, wide, golden eyes full of hope. They speak paragraphs in a single second glance, and with a nod, he fills the rest of his friends in.

Osamu reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvet box. The pull is magnetic as he and all his friends lean over the table to gather a closer glimpse.

“I’m going to propose. She’s the love of my life and I can’t imagine a life without her,” Osamu murmurs. When he looks up, he finds out that diamonds aren’t the only things that glitter. Tears gather in his friend’s gazes. They build in his too. Love comes in various ways, he realizes, and he’s very lucky to experience it in all aspects of his life.

“Fuck, I knew it! I knew it!” Atsumu wails, clinging both arms around his brother’s neck and sobbing into his shoulder, “I just knew ya was gonna say something like this but dammit, I didn’t expect ya to have the ring already.”

Aran’s beside them, lips in a trembling line, doing his best to withhold his outburst and be the rock he’s always been all their lives. He rubs a hand up and down Atsumu’s back. “Calm yaself. This is ya brother’s moment. It ain’t yours.”

Atsumu turns to cry into their childhood friend’s chest, “I’m just so happy. They’re perfect for each other.”

“I know,” Aran agrees. Osamu meets his gaze, “we knew the moment ya two met. Ya two are good for each other.”

“Stop, ya guys are making me emotional.” Osamu catches a tear with his index finger, but breaks when Aran’s finally slips past his lash line.

“Damn it” Aran warbles, “thought I could hold it in.”

“Keep going,” Suna stands so he has a better view, veering his camera over the fruit bowl in the middle of the table and zooming in on Atsumu’s pink face, “this is perfect content right here.”

“Turn that camera around!” Atsumu berates though it’s muffled by Aran’s chest, “I know ya crying over there, too!”

“We all are. Ain’t no reason to be ashamed,” Kita says calmly. He moves to Osamu’s side and grips his shoulder. Maybe it’s the recognition from his captain that has another fat tear running down Osamu’s cheek. He looks down at the box in the restauranteur’s hand, “ya made a good choice. Rock and partner.”

“Yeah?” Osamu asks.

Kita chuckles quietly, “ya second guessing now?”

“Not even,” Osamu shakes his head, “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“Good.”

They’re too caught up in the moment that they register you opening the door way too late. Five pairs of teary eyes look at you, growing wide with what you assume is embarrassment.

“I forgot my wallet. Am I–” the incredulity of the situation interrupts you. Atsumu’s a mess and Osamu’s shuffling in his spot, ducking his head down as Kita stands in front of him. “–am I interrupting something?”

“No, not at all,” Kita says.

“Are you sure? You guys are crying.”

“Osamu was cutting onions,” Suna answers coolly, dropping his phone back into his jacket pocket.

You give him a perplexed expression and take tentative steps into the kitchen. Osamu pops back up with eyes rimmed with red.

“Where are the onions?” you direct the question to your boyfriend. With how weird all his friends are acting, his answer is the only one you trust.

“Threw them away,” Suna replies quickly.

“What?” you glance around now but it seems none of the boys can meet your eyes. “Why would you do that?”

You reach for Osamu’s face. His hand meets you halfway, placing it on his chest, “was making us cry too much.”

“In this economy?”

“In this economy?” Atsumu repeats, your words prompting more tears to fall. He latches onto you, your shoulder quickly going damp from his hot breath, “God, ya so stupid. I love ya.” 

“What the–?”

You can’t even finish your sentence when Aran pulls all three of you in. Kita joins and now you’re flush against Osamu’s chest. It’s muggy and none of them can stop sniffling. Suna finally completes the group hug and the group of you simply stand there in the kitchen.

You look up at Osamu, helpless and in need of answers. He simply replies with a quiet, lovesick smile. You notice then, that even he, the experienced chef he is, the one that brags about how he’s immune to the power of onions, has tears pooling in his eyes.

“Let ‘em be,” he places a tender kiss to your temple, “just wanna show ya that we love ya.”

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂

Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!

874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]

If You Die... Part. 2.

As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open. 

For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.

“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.

He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.

“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”

“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”

A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”

“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”

Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,

The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling. 

“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line.  “I can’t- you were in a coma for six days. You can’t-”

All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”

“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”

Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”

“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest.  “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”

tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”

“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”

His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-” 

Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity, 

When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

[bullet-prooflove]

I have an ask for OA Zidan 🪻 The prompt is 15. A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don’t. Thank you so much.

References to upcoming series 'All That Glitters'

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OA tries to give a shit about Scott Forrester’s feelings, really he does. It’s clear you meant a lot to each other in the past, that Scott still bears the weight of the attack. OA can’t blame him, he would too. He tries to take all of that into consideration when he deals with the other man because it’s hard for him being around you, it’s hard for you too. You’ve started having nightmares again.

It’s when Scott suggests using you as the delivery girl for international sex trafficker Colin Kent that OA finally snaps.

“Hanna fits their target demographic, she looks young, vulnerable…” Scott’s face remains stoic as he says the next part, his arms folded over his chest as he leans back against the desk. “You need to channel what happened to you, use it make yourself as non-threatening as possible.”

OA sees the effect it has on you. It’s subtle shift but OA can read you like a book. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the clenching of your jaw. The fingers of your left hand curl into a fist and he can see the light tremble there when you flex them. It makes him want to punch Scott Forrester right in the mouth.

“He likes beautiful women.” Scott reminds them as he meets OA’s eyes, as if he can forget everything Kent orchestrated back in New York. He still dreams about Julia’s blood smeared all over his hands, he still hears her last breath. “He’ll step out to get a look at Hanna, she’s just his type.”

OA fucking hates him in that moment.

He waits until you leave the building before he storms into the other man’s office, slamming the door so hard behind him that the glass shakes in the frame. He can tell from the expression Scott’s face that he half expected this reaction.

“You don’t get to do this to her again.” He finds himself snarling as he jabs his finger at Scott. “You don’t get to revictimize her…”

“This is our best chance…” Scott begins but OA’s already cutting him off.

“But it’s not the best thing for Hanna.”

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t see the look in her eyes?” Scott snaps, vivid blue eyes boring into OA’s. “I’m asking her to do the exact same thing as I did back then and it makes me sick to my stomach.”

It’s the emotion in Scott’s voice that catches him off guard, the haunted look in his eyes. That devastation OA feels in his chest, Scott has it tenfold because he’s re-living what happened six years ago, the last time he asked you to go undercover.

“If there was any other way I’d do it.” Scott tells him, his palms resting flat on his desk. “But Vo’s too green and Natalia’s not the right fit… It has to be Hanna.”

Every single part of OA rallies against it despite the fact he knows that Scott’s right. He hates it, he hates this whole damn case.

“I am trusting you.” OA tells Scott, his voice raw as he speaks. “I am trusting you with the most precious thing in my life, if anything happens to her…”

Scott reads the undertone.

If you let something happen to her again…

“That’s why you’re coming with us.” Scott tells him, removing his Glock from the desk drawer and slipping it into his holster. “You’re going to make sure I don’t fail her again.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Dear Darling

“Please, I have a daughter.” The statement comes out as a plea for mercy and to anyone else it would seem genuine, but not to them.

They know that he’s using it an excuse to spare his life, they know he doesn’t truly care about his own flesh and blood.

“A daughter-“ The wicked little bitch pleads with them, clasping her hands in an attempt to mercy that falls short.

“Hi sweetheart,” Bucky turns his back on the couple and takes a few steps to crouch near the wall, peering down at the small child, “you shouldn’t be watching this.”

She’s out of bed and wide eyed, curious about the two men standing before her father and step-mother. Her hands are clutching the wall and she should be scared but Bucky knows that her penchant for mischief and curiosity is unbound.

“Who are you?” She questions with a tilt of her head, and Bucky feels a bubbling laugh building in his throat.

“My name is Bucky, and that’s my friend Steve.”

“What’s gonna happen?” Bucky’s slips stretch and the appearance of fangs protrude form his lips, and his hand flexes with every beat of the child’s heart.

“Nothing you need to worry about. I have something for you.” From behind his back, Bucky pulls a stuffed rabbit that seems lifelike with soft browned fur and a cute button nose.

“Its cute.” He smiles again at her awing, handing it over with a gentle pat to her head.

“Go back to bed, honey. You’ll be safe in your bed.”

He waits until she’s gone and then he stands, his jaw clenching and thirst hitting him dead on. He turns slowly, watching his partner holding the couple still with an underlying threat.

“If you touch anything that belongs to that sweet child,” Bucky’s voice is deep and intense, his huskiness akin to deadly rage, “we’ll disembowel you.”

“To start.” Steve finishes with a deep seeded growl, a few pops and cracks of his bones a sign of his ability to shift on the fly. “Now…we need to discuss a few things-“

“I don’t have it!” The quim cries, shaking and holding his hands up for safety. “Please, you can have her-“

“Her?” Steve reaches for the front of his shirt and lifts him clean off the ground, the tips of his toes hovering against the floor. “You can’t give away what doesn’t belong to you.”

“My daughter-“ he attempts again, and finds it shot down.

“-will be getting gifts from now on. They are for her and her alone and if you touch them, if you try and pawn them off, you’re going to die.” Bucky warns once and the man is dropped back down to the floor, his wife clinging to him.

“You still have a debt owed, and we will be back to collect payment. Gradually.” Steve straightens himself out and clears his throat, glancing over his shoulder to gaze upon Bucky.

“She likes the rabbit, already asleep.”

“Good.” Steve steps away from the couple and turns sharply, striding toward Bucky. “Let’s go, we have another few stops to make tonight.”

The climb is jaunting as you attempt to scale the side of the house to get back into your room. The light is dimmed from the new moon and there’s a distinct lack of sound surrounding the house, but from within the house you can hear the toxic and twisted sound of your father and step-mother.

She’s shrieking like she usually does, a ploy to make your father feel better about his impudence and you feel nauseous when you hear him asking her how it feels. There’s nothing more than the sound of them that makes you feel as sick, and you’re quick to climb into your bedroom and slam the window shut behind you.

However as you turn to your bed, you find that all sound has been erased anyway. It’s muffled and quieted by the gift that’s sitting squarely in the middle and the letter written in thick stationary. You’ve had gifts like this before, once a year for every Christmas and your birthday, and of course Valentine’s Day.

They started out cute when you were younger, stuffed bears and little charms, a jewelry box or new colouring books. As you got older the gifts had become more suited to your age like journals and sketchbooks, perfectly balanced perfumes and jewelry.

However your favourite had been a music box that came when you turned 16. It was beautiful and well crafted, it depicted an image of a wolf howling while a ballerina danced to the moonlight skyline. It was your most prized possession, it was beautiful and breathtaking.

And the music box had come with the delivery of a modest, safe vehicle signed in your name and completely free. It was a gift from someone who had sponsored parts of your life and only left a few short words in letters occasionally.

Dear Darling, the letters began, the newest was no exception.

You loved the letters and loved the gifts, especially since your father and step-mother had in no small measure tried to forget you were still around.

Dear Darling,

Hope this finds you well, you’re turning 19 soon sweet girl. This gift is smaller than the ones in the past, but it’s no less beautiful. Stay safe sweet girl and keep your head up, you’re doing amazing sweetie.

SR & BB

You sat on the bed and grasped the box, holding it securely as you lift the lid and gazed at the charm bracelet sitting inside. It was resting on a velour pillow with a few pretty charms hanging off the bracelet, all of which were detailed and immaculate.

A wolf howling at the moon was next to a bat hanging upside down with its wings spread. There was a detailed rose that looked as if it was embedded with tiny little rubies to make the petals, and the final charm was your initials.

“Its beautiful,” you crooned and lift it from the box, looking over every immaculate detail before slipping it on your wrist, “I love it.”

You had no memory of who was giving you these gifts, but with every gift had come a feeling of security and wanting.

Every gift was catered to you, and every gift made you feel like a princess.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 4

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Everything goes wrong, way too fast.

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety, mentions of drinking, mentions of bar, swearing, scared Jensen, Panickedreader! Mean girls!

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Today was the day.

Everybody was excited to attend the signing, to have at least a few minutes with Jensen and Jared, their very own meet and greet.

I wondered how people would react if they were in my shoes last night, if they happened to crash into Jensen and be invited in for a drink. Would they freak out like I did? Would they blow their shot in under 20 minutes?

I didn’t know how to feel about seeing Jensen again after last night, considering I left fairly quickly I hope he didn’t dread seeing me today.

Mainly, my nerves were at an all time high at the unknown but I couldn’t pass on this opportunity, I couldn’t waste anymore chances at being normal, not again.

Everybody was already lining up when I entered the hotel lobby, two straight long lines nearly beside each other. I looked ahead and spotted Jensens table on the right, Jared’s on the left.

I hesitated, wondering which table to go to. If I went to Jared’s than Jensen may think I’m avoiding him or I didn’t like him in the first place. If I went in Jensen’s though it may look like I’m either a stalker, or it will be super awkward.

I stepped in Jared’s line and frowned. It didn’t feel right being here, wrong choice. As soon as I crossed and stepped into Jensen’s line, I felt a calm rush wave over me and I nearly rolled my eyes.

Okay, I guess this is where I’m staying.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped, before turning to face Vanessa and Amber, the two girls from day 1. My smile faded when I noticed the scowl on their faces and their eyes judging me to the core.

“Hi Y/N. How was your night in your car?” Vanessa spoke harshly. I bit my tongue and plastered on a poker face, “It was fine but I can’t wait to get home.”

She rolled her eyes towards Amber and laughed before I turned around, I don’t really know what their problem is with me today but at this point I didn’t care. I was becoming excited to see him again, and hopefully make up for last night.

I clutched the Supernatural journal I had in my hands and sighed in relief when the line started moving. Jensen was so close yet so far, I could see how gorgeous he looked again, laughing and smiling, interacting with everybody so kindly and patiently. It was heartwarming to see him like this.

My cheeks heated as I watched him, noticing the way his tongue peaked out when he was writing his name, eyeing the firm flex of his arms while he signed, and god, the way his eyes shined-it was all too much. He was too much.

“So Y/N.” Amber chimed in my ear, nearly giving me a heart attack. I rolled my eyes and turned in her direction.

She smiled smugly, “We saw you at the bar last night. We were going to say hi but I guess you were too occupied hanging out with Jensen and Jared.”

I froze in my spot as my eyes widened. Vanessa smirked and stepped closer until she was inches from my face. “Are you seriously trying to con your way into Jensen’s life? Stalker much?”

“I’m… not trying to do anything. He invited me for a drink.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

A harsh laugh escaped Vanessa as her eyes narrowed. “Do you really think we are going to believe that Jensen had any interest in hanging out with a homeless chick?”

Panic. Fear. Regret.

“W-What?” I stuttered back.

Amber nodded and stepped closer to me, “We saw your car outside. You’ve clearly been living there for a long time, maybe forever. Not so much a traveller as a hobo, am I right?”

My mouth gaped open and shut, my vision started to blur as the panic set in.

She knew. They both knew. And they were using it against me. I knew I couldn’t be normal here. I knew I would be the outcast. Stupid, so stupid!

I was trembling in place, heart pounding in my ears and my mouth was so dry. The panic has officially set in and I needed to get out of here.

Before I had a chance to turn and run, one of the handlers placed their hand on my shoulder and urged me towards the table. Great, my turn.

I could barely see Jensen or anything in front of me as my vision went in and out, but I could tell he was staring at me, probably judging too.

But as soon as I stood in spot, I could feel his hand rest on top of mine shooting me straight back to reality. I looked up into his eyes and finally saw him.

He looked… scared. Concerned. Worried.

He leaned closer, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead. “W-what?”

He swallowed hard. “I asked if you were okay. You don’t look so good…”

I smiled softly and nodded, trying my best to keep it together and just breathe. “Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

He didn’t look convinced but I didn’t care. Fake it till you make it right? He smiled sadly and looked up, “What would you like me to sign?”

I nodded and took out my journal before passing it towards him. He opened it and froze, staring down at whatever he was looking at with a shocked expression.

“Oh shit what is it?” I questioned causing him to laugh. He turned to notebook towards me and I saw what his eyes caught, a not so good drawing I did of him when I was bored and having a particularly hard night.

“I forgot that was in there.”

He smiled and looked up at me, his eyes shining and staring intensely into mine just like he always did. “I love it.. did you do this?”

My cheeks warmed and I could feel the air seeping through once again, “Yeah, I did.”

“Wow.. Can I.. have it?” He questioned.

I tilted my head quizzically, “You want it?”

“Of course I do” he started “This is amazing.”

A smile erupted on my face as I grabbed the journal and carefully ripped out the page for him, and suddenly I forgot I was even panicking, I was lost in the moment with him, stuck in this warm bubble where nothing could ever hurt me.

He started to sign the journal, his eyes flicking up towards me causing my cheeks to burn. "Nice shirt, I haven't seen that one in a while."

I looked down and smirked, staring at the Dean Winchester mug shot I luckily found right before the convention but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh yeah, I've had this for years. I love it."

His head lifted up, a cocky grin spread across his lips. "Love it because it's me?"

I laughed as the blush deepened, "Meh, It was the only one I could get my hands on at the time, I wanted one of Jared to be honest."

His mouth dropped before a chuckle erupted from his throat, the most beautiful sound i've ever heard. "Oof, harsh. Here I was thinking you were a Dean girl after meeting me."

I shrugged and put on my best poker face. "Nah, I'm more of a Jensen girl." My heart fell into my stomach as soon as the words fell out, and before I could apologize for my idiotic flirty comment, he leaned backwards and covered his mouth as laughter came pouring out.

I quickly joined in laughter, hoping that my cheeks didn't look as red as they felt, but knowing my luck he could probably tell. He leaned forward and placed his hand on my notebook like a wall, shielding whatever he was writing down.

Such a beautiful bubble, so warm and comfy, I never wanted to leave. But of course, all good things come to an end.

Two rough fingers tapped my shoulders as the bubble I was in popped, bringing me back to reality. Vanessa smiled harshly and stepped closer, "So sorry to interrupt, but Y/N your car... I mean your house is being towed. Figured I should let you know before you have to sleep in the street. Although, i'm sure that's still not unusual for you."

I was paralized as I stared back at Vanessa, all the sounds around me was echoing before completly fading as I was pulled into panic mode. I turned towards Jensen in what felt like slow motion, watching him stand from his spot, hand touching my arm but I couldn't even feel it.

He shook my arm and everything came back at once, "Y/N? Hey, are you okay?"

I looked back towards the girls who were staring, laughing. It felt like everybody was laughing and it was all I could hear. I looked back at Jensen as tears welled in my eyes and my heart clenched in pain. "I-I gotta go..."

Before he could say anything, I ran out of the line as fast as my feet could take me, the feeling of everybody staring me crushing me down like a ton of bricks.

I hated it, I hated everything about this weekend. It was a mistake to even think that I could be normal here, that I could fit in. I was a fool and it was my own fault.

I could deal with other's bullying me or putting me down, but him. The way he stared at me with such pity and heartbreak, his eyes used to look so full of kindness and lust and now it was filled with fucking pity. He was never going to look at me the same way again, the memory I had with him was now tainted, poisoned and it was my own fucking fault.

I finally got outside as my car was pulling away attatched to the tow truck, my eyes filling with tears as fast as they ever could. My chest was painted with grief as I watched the only home I really knew be taken away from me. There was nothing I could do anymore, I didn't have enough to get my car out of the lot and I definitely did not have enough for a motel.

Jensen's POV

My heart was filled with pain at how broken and upset she looked, and I finally understood now.

The first day I saw her in the crowd when I asked her if she was okay, it was because she looked so anxious, so scared, like she has never been in a crowd before. I finally understood her.

That was why she was so kind, treating me like I was a normal human, it was because she wanted to be treated the same way.

I glared at the two girls who were still laughing about the situation, ashamed that two people could even call themselves my fans after completely breaking down another person.

The blonde girl who spoke to Y/N first, was making disgusting comments, not realizing I could hear. She went off about how wrong it was to allow a girl like her in here in the first place, how embarrassing it was.

Everything inside me begged to scream at them, god how I wanted to shout right in their face, kick them out of here, or throw something. But I knew I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything, especially to two young girls, despite how big of bitches I thought they were.

I turned to my handler and insisted they came over, before whispering in his ear that I needed a break and I was leaving. He nodded and stepped forward, announcing that I would be closing the booth and I'd be back in an hour.

The look on the girl's faces were priceless, they were shocked and halfway looked annoyed and god, the anger was bubbling. I left the table as fast as I could, keeping it together until I got into the green room.

As soon as the door shut I could feel my chest tightening, my heart was shattering for her. She has been through so much, she looked so broken and defeated and all of humanity was just constantly letting her down.

I wanted to find her, I wanted to tell her that not everybody is as shitty as those two girls were. I wanted to tell her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

God, I wanted to tell her that I wanted to be there for her, to be the person she could depend on, even though she may find me crazy, I didn't want to lose her.

I wanted to tell her. But I didn't even know where to find her. All I had was her journal and her name, that was it. I sat on the couch in defeat before Jared's words popped back into my head.

"You'll get another chance if it's fate, just let the world decide what's best for you."

It has to be fate right? This can't be how our story ends.

I rubbed the temples of my head in hopes to ease the pain of the pounding headache that was beginning, but it was no use. There was too much pain, everywhere. My eyes burned from the endless tears that streamed down, my back ached from the brick wall I've been sat against for hours, but the most intense pain was in my mind.

I was defeated, alone, miserable and embarrassed. I should have known better. I should have thought this through. But tomorrow is the last day of the convention and I had nothing left. No car, no job, no money, no hope.

I regretted everything. I shouldn't have gave up everything to come here. I should have never thought for a second that Jensen would ever be interested in somebody like me.

And the worst part was now I was stuck here, in this town with these memories. I had no options, no path to follow. Nothing.

My bones creaked as I stood from my spot, every muscle heavy and tired, begging to just stay still and not move.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and I was surprised I haven't noticed the change, or how long I was even out here.

I sighed deeply as I pulled out my wallet, counting the last few bills I had. $40, not enough for my car, a motel, or really anything except maybe a few drinks at the bar.

Like I said before, I'm not a big drinker. Far from it really, I hated how people acted on the stuff. Party girls get giddy and loud, men get aggressive and cocky, and then there are the people who just can't stop drinking.

I don't drink. But tonight, I needed it more than ever. I wanted to forget, to stop the pain, to erase today's events. I needed to heal the wound that was on my heart, and crying it out was no longer an option.

By the time I got to the bar, the night has officially set, and most stores on this street were once again closed for the night. Relief hit me when I spotted only one car in the parking lot meaning I could be alone, out of attention. I walked inside and nodded towards the bartender before taking the furthest booth from the door and ordering my first drink.

As soon as I swallowed it down, I knew this wouldn't be my last. Who cares anymore?

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but every so often I'd see people come in, and people leave. It felt like I was watching a movie, but the button was stuck on fast forward. My drink would be empty, than filled. Empty than filled. Over and over.

I sighed and looked down at my cup which seemed to be spinning, and I started realizing that I might have had a little too much.

Was this drink number 4? No wait, this is 5... right?

The bell on the front door rang and as soon as it did, my blood ran cold. I didn't even need to look up, I knew exactly who it was. I kept my head down low, smirking when I spotted his shoes right beside the table.

"Jensen Ackles." I mumbled with a slight giggle.

The chair screeched as he sat across from me, and I could feel his eyes burning my skin. "Y/N. You doin' alright?"

I shrugged and lazily looked upwards, finally meeting his eyes. "Peachy."

He frowned as his hand came closer, but I quickly pulled it away. I really didn't need his pity, not tonight. "Why don't we go for a walk?"

I shook my head. "I'm g-good here thanks." I hiccupped.

"C'mon, let's get some air I think you had enough."

I scoffed and looked back down at my drink before chugging the rest and slamming it back down. "I-I don't think I will ever have enough actually. I think I m-may have to buy a bottle, how m-many do you think they c-cost? I have.... Ha! $10 left."

He smiled sadly and moved to my side of the table, his hand gently resting on my shoulder as he turned me to face him. "Honey, let's just get some fresh air. Please, for me?"

I rolled my eyes yet agreed, stumbling out of my seat and nearly falling on my ass. Jensen's strong grip was tight on my arm as he helped me towards the door. Everything was spinning and I felt like jello, but in a sense I loved it because the pain was gone. Well, at least the physical was.

The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks and I stumbled back, feeling Jensen's warm hand on my lower back to keep me straight. He lead me over to a bench as we sat in silence.

He sighed low, but I could hear it and guilt filled me. I bet this is not what he would rather be doing right now. I turned towards him slowly, "You can go. I'm fine."

"I don't want to leave you." He stated.

I rolled my eyes and stood from my spot, suddenly walking out of the parking lot, away from this bar, away from him, just away.

His feet were close behind me, voice echoing and mumbled as my ears blocked. "Where are you going?" He spoke louder.

I turned and smiled, waving my arms into the sky. "Nowhere. Got nowhere to go."

He frowned and stepped closer, hand reaching mine gently, burning the skin that he was touching. "Do you want to go to a hotel?"

I laughed a little too loudly and shot him a dirty look, "Funny, real funny. There's no hotels that cheap."

"I'm paying for it." He stated confidently.

I stopped and stared back at the man who had nothing but care and compassion in his eyes, but I couldn't help but feel more ridiculous, more embarrassed and more angry at the fact that this man that I've looked up to, idolized even, he was the one seeing me on one of my worst nights.

I shook my head in disbelief and walked away, a slight smile creeping on my face but it wasn't from happiness, it was from anger. I was so angry that my life was so fucked up, I was so fucking pissed off that nothing, NOTHING could ever just go right for me, not once.

I was angry that he was here, trying, and I had no idea why. Was he playing with me? Was this fun for him?

The sound of his footsteps sped up, and soon he was beside me, trying to capture my attention. “Please, just slow down. Talk to me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the situation but all of a sudden the air was knocked out of my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I stopped walking as my hand moved to my chest, silently begging for it to even out. Please, not here. Not while he’s watching.

“J-Jensen.. please, go. Go back to your hotel.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

He shook his head and stood in front of me. “I don’t want to leave you, especially not like this.”

“I’m fine!” I nearly screamed with all my night, praying that he would get the hint and leave already. But he was just as stubborn as I was, maybe even more.

“Your not fine.” He stated sympathetically, "Honey, you don't need to pretend you are okay. Nobody would be in your situation."

A scoff escaped my lips as my eyes opened, narrowing towards him. "My situation? What, being a homeless chick? Trust me, I'm used to it. That's what I am, that's what I always will be."

He shook his head and stepped mere inches from my body, hand moving to mine to hold it tightly. "You're not just a homeless chick."

I could feel the anger bubbling further and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to be angry with him but I was. He thought he knew me but he didn't, if he did he wouldn't be here right now, he wouldn't check in on me.

"You don't know anything Jensen. I am a nobody, I'm an outcast, I'm.... I'm a fucking ghost of a human. I'm alone and that's fine, that's alright because that's how it's always been. You don't need to pity me, you don't need to try and help me because I'm fine, the last thing I fucking need is for somebody to pretend to care, so just... leave."

He stepped back in shock before his eyebrows furrowed in sadness, "I'm not pretending with you, I do care."

"You don't even fucking know me!" I shouted loudly as I stepped closer, noticing how he flinched at my words. "You just met me what, two days ago and it's been endless drama with me. You don't know me."

He knew you were right, he only met you two days ago but it felt like it's been years. He knew you, he cared for you and a part of him loved you already. He had no idea why, but he did.

A deep sigh escaped his chest as his head hung low and I felt awful but the anger wouldn't stop. The panic was too high.

"We just met two days ago, yes. But I do know you, and I think maybe you know me too."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Yeah of course I know you. Your Jensen Fucking Ackles, your famous, your a good to some people and girl's would kill to have this chance to be this close to you and hear you say these things but you don't know who I am, and your lucky."

He shook his head, "No. I don't mean you know who I am on paper, I meant you know me on the inside. I know you felt it too, the connection we had the instant our eyes met during the panel, and every time after that. I know you feel this too, and if i'm wrong say it and I'll leave you alone."

My head dropped to my feet and I bit back the tears that were threatening to come out. I so wanted to believe him, because he was right I did feel it too, but the fact that he would be interested in somebody like me, especially after what he found out, was too hard to believe. I couldn't.

"Your only here because you found out some shitty part of my life, that's the only reason your pushing so hard. If you didn't know that, you would have went your separate way."

His face turned in hurt and disbelief as he stepped back. "Seriously? That's what you think?" He quickly grabbed his bag and opened it, pulling out the journal I accidently left earlier, and passing it to me. "Read what I wrote and tell me that I'm not being honest here."

With shaky hands, I grabbed the journal from him and opened it, spotting the secret message he wrote earlier today.

"Y/N, I really hope to see you again, (xxx-xxx-xxx) Please call me, Jensen Ackles."

A single tear dropped down my cheek as I read it over and over, he really did care. He did want to get to know you, but I pushed him away. I was so... angry and mean and unforgiving.

I couldn't lift my head, I couldn't face him and my chest became tighter as I stood in my spot. He was speaking but it was muffled, my vision started to go white as the panic finally took over me.

I pulled my head up and looked at him, noticing the clear panic written all over his face as he stepped closer, hands on my arms tightly. My legs quickly gave out as I slid to the ground, trying to control my breathing, to not panic but it was too much, everything was too much and I couldn't do this.

Jensen's POV

Panic overtook my body as I watched her fall apart in my arms, she wasn't there, she was distant and gone, sucked in the whirlwind of her panic attack.

I tried everything I could to bring her back but she was too gone, I didn't even think she could hear me at this point. Her breathing was rapid and heavy followed with loud gasps filling the open air.

"Y/N, Look at me, Please!" I shouted, my hand moving to her cheek that was burning under my touch.

Her eyes started fluttering shut causing my heart to pound in my chest. It was too late, it was too much for her. "No-No! Open your eyes sweetie, please breathe!"

But it was no use, her eyes shut tight as her body went limp in my arms.

Fuck, fuck fuck!

I pulled her onto my lap and held her tight to my chest as I pulled out my phone, quickly calling Jared to my aid. I don't even remember talking to him or what I said because I was so focused on her weak and lifeless body, but soon enough a car pulled in and Jared jumped out.

I picked her up gently in my arms, my eyes never leaving her face.

"What the fuck happened?" Jared shouted before rushing to open the door. My gaze moved up towards Jared and I could feel tears behind my eyes, "S-She had a panic attack, a bad one."

Jared nodded understandably and got back into the car. "Where are we going? Do you know where she lives?"

I frowned to myself and shook my head, "Just go to the hotel, I'll set her up in my room for tonight."

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Jared ran inside to make sure nobody would be able to spot us. I stared down at her and sighed sadly, my thumb rubbing the dirt off her forehead. "I promise, everything is going to be okay Honey, but you need to trust me." I whispered.

Soon, we were entering my hotel room and I gently placed her on the bed. Jared said his goodnights and left, leaving her and I alone. I frowned at the sight of her muddy clothing, I felt wrong for changing her but I knew she would appreciate clean clothes in the morning.

I couldn't help but watch the way she slept, the way her body sunk into the mattress like it was the comfiest thing in the world and my heart panged at the thought that she might not even remember the last time she actually slept in a bed.

I watched her breathing, sighing in relief at the even breaths, in and out. She was so beautiful, so amazing and kind and she had no idea, it killed me.

I wouldn't let her sleep in the car again, not if I could help it but she's just as stubborn as I am, maybe more. I smiled at the way her face relaxed in her sleep, and I couldn't help but reach forward to brush the hair off her face.

I sat back and replayed the events of tonight. I hated that she thought I pitied her or felt bad, I mean I did but that's not why I wanted to be here. I just... felt this need and want to protect her at all costs, to be there for her. I was going to fight for this and fight for her, because believe it or not, this was fate.

I wasn't going to lose her again.

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Running From The Daylight - Part 15

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,  Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

This is the last chapter! Thank you so much for staying with me during this journey!

Written for @whumpuary Rating: Mature  Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson  Prompt: You are safe WT: surgery, medical procedures Words:  1102

Despite the dose of caffeine, Eddie must have fallen asleep, because Wayne is shaking his shoulder gently, calling his name.

“Five more minutes…” He murmurs, before remembering where he is and that he is still waiting to have news about Steve.

“Eddie you have to wake up, they are taking Steve to his room.” Wayne insists and Eddie immediately opens his eyes, almost falling from the chair where he was resting.

“Where is he? How… what…” He has a million questions but the words are too difficult to articulate and he can’t put one after the other to make a single sentence that makes sense.

Wayne shrugs “I don’t know. The doctor will speak with us soon and the nurse just informed us that we can go see him if we want. But I want to warn you, he is still under the effect of the anesthesia.”

Eddie nods, stands up quickly, and follows the nurse to Steve’s room. 

His boyfriend is still pale and asleep, but the heart monitor at his side shows a stable rhythm and even if his leg has some long screws in it, it’s still attached to Steve’s body which seems like very good news.

“When will he wake up?” Eddie asks the nurse who shakes her head.

“We don’t know how long it will take, he was pretty weak when he got here so it’s probable that even if the anesthesia wears off he will keep sleeping. His body needs to regain his strength.” Eddie looks at her with such desperation that the nurse immediately adds “But it’s a good thing, resting will help him heal faster.” She tells him with an encouraging smile while checking the IV in Steve’s arm.

Robin, at Eddie’s side, puts an arm around his shoulder, murmuring that everything will be alright, that Steve will wake up in no time and that they should start searching for a black marker to draw a mustache on his sleeping face. 

Eddie chuckles between the tears while the nurse takes Steve's vitals and then leaves the four waiting for the doctor who arrives a few minutes later. He informs them that surgery went well and that they expect a complete recovery in a few months “He will have to rest in bed for at least a couple of weeks, but once the wound is properly healed he could start moving around with some crutches. He will have to do some physiotherapy to regain strength in the leg after we will remove the screws, but luckily nothing was permanently damaged.”

At that news Eddie starts to cry again, murmuring “Thank you, thank you…” While hugging Robin and feeling Wayne’s arm on his back.

Hopper tries to insist that Eddie and Wayne should get a room in a hotel to rest a little, but Eddie refuses and sits on the chair next to Steve’s bed, determined to stay with him at least until his boyfriend wakes up.

“We don’t know how long it will take. Try to be reasonable.” Hopper insists but Eddie it’s adamant and Wayne decides to keep an eye on both his boys while Robin and Hopper go to rest a little: it was a very stressful couple of days for everyone and now that it’s over Robin seems ready to fall asleep at any given moment.

“We will be back in the morning.” Hopper assures them while dragging Robin toward the door and the two men nod. 

***

Eddie has been holding Steve’s hand for hours when he feels something move. He stills and turns toward his boyfriend, trying to detect any possible movements.

"Steve? Stevie?" He calls, trying to get a reaction from him, and after a few moments, Steve's thumb flex a little.

Eddie gets closer, studying Steve's face “Sweetheart? Are you awake?” He tries again, “Steve, love, can you hear me?” he murmurs and this time the chocolate brown eyes of his boyfriend look back at him, confused “Hi love.” Eddie tells him,  kissing his hand, but Steve startles and tries to move and Eddie stops him “You are safe, Steve!” He says, trying to calm him down “You are ok! You are in a hospital! You broke your leg pretty badly but the doctor fixed it and you’ll be fine in no time.” He tries to explain to his confused boy “You are safe.” He repeats, brushing away some hair from Steve’s forehead.

“Ed?” Steve calls, staring at him with his blurry eyes.

“I’m here, baby. Help came and the rescuers brought you to the hospital, but don't worry, you are going to be ok in no time, do you hear me? In no time. Wayne and I will drive you home as soon as they discharge you and Robin and Hopper are here too, you’ll see them in the morning. Oh, and Robin told me that you are not allowed to go on vacation for at least a year.” Eddie keeps talking, knowing that his familiar voice helps soothe Steve who falls asleep again in a few minutes.

“Did he wake up?” Wayne asks, getting in the room with two cups of coffee.

“He did!” Eddie replies with a big smile, “He woke up. Just for a few moments, but he woke up.”

“The nurse said that it might take a bit for him to wake up completely…” Wayne reminds him, offering Eddie one of the two cups.

“I don’t care. I’m in no rush.” Eddie whispers on the skin of his boyfriend, then he turns toward Wayne “I want to ask him to marry me.”

The man coughs, “Eddie… I think you should think about it. I don’t want you to make an important decision like this after what happened.”

“That’s exactly why I have to ask him to marry me!" Eddie insists "I could have lost him, Wayne.” He tries to explain while his mind is still full of fear “And the only thing I could think of it’s that I cannot live without him. That’s why people get married, right? Because they love each other very much, and I love him so much I can’t even explain it in words.”

Wayne hugs him “I know you do, kid, and if you want to marry him just ask him, but maybe wait for him to be a little bit more conscious, uh?”

Eddie nods, still holding Steve’s hand and thinking that if there is a silver lining in the horrible experience that they had is that he has realized that he can’t wait to put a ring on that perfect golden skin.

[sunlightmurdock]

Sub Rosa Rooster would not rest until Lil Kazansky was pregnant when she tells him that she’s ready to start trying

I already know that they would have had so, so many conversations about having children and their future together, etc — and the answer has always been ‘not yet’.

So, when she comes stalking into their shared bedroom in sweet-looking lingerie with a devilish grin on her face, it truly doesn’t even cross his mind that that’s what she’s about to propose.

“Uh-oh. Did you break something?” He teases, wondering why he’s been rewarded so nicely on a random week night when they’re both tired from work.

She grins as she straddles his hips, spreading her hands along his pecs and up onto his brown shoulders, giving an innocent shake of her head. “No, I was just thinking…”

Her tone immediately makes him squint at her curiously.

“About how cute Javy’s baby girl was last weekend,” You tell him shyly, thinking back to that day on the beach and that tiny baby cradled against Bradley’s broad chest. “And how cute you were with her…”

Bradley’s hands curl around her hips, brows drawing slightly closer as he starts to realise where this is going.

She bites the inside of her cheek and smooths her fingertips along his chest. “I think I want a baby. I want us to have a baby.”

There’s a pause between the two of them. His eyes remain steadily on hers, his hands flexing softly around her hips.

“Yeah?” Bradley breathes out, eyes wide.

She grins at him, “Yeah.”

There’s an excited squeal as he grabs her and flips her onto her back, covering her body with his, letting out a low groan. His hands are skimming along her middle, squeezing firmly at her waist as he takes a second to look her over.

The reasonable part of his brain takes over for long enough for him to breathe and ask, “You’re sure? — This is big.”

She grins again, kicking playfully at his hip, “I’m sure. Wanna make you a daddy.”

And just like that — all of that reasonability goes right out the window. She told him what she wants and he’s going to give it to her. But, being the considerate partner that he is, he has thought about this before and he knows how he wants it to go.

He takes his time, warming her up with his mouth and his fingers, whispering softly against her skin about how pretty she’s gonna look when she’s a mama. How excited he is to make her one.

And you know how you have to wait a couple of weeks before you can take a test?? — Rooster’s practically tackling you onto the nearest surface every night when he gets home from work, pinning you down onto it and telling you that one more time can’t hurt, just to be sure.

Truthfully, even after that little plus sign shows up on the stick, that tackling doesn’t stop. He’s even more all over you than he was before!

[darklove9314-blog]

For winter nessian fluff could you please do both of them cuddling for warmth and then confessing feelings

Author’s Note: I was originally doing this one for one of my winter prompts before life for hectic and I put it to the side, but now I finally finished it and hope that everyone enjoys it!

since she had confessed to Cassian her aversion to fire, he had went to great lengths to avoid using it. Doing whatever he could to keep her warm in the meantime.

He gave her extra blankets, had Rhys and Feyre sent her warmer clothes?  Anything he could to make her feel warmer? tonight, during one of the worst winter storms she could possibly imagine, not even several blankets were helping Nesta get warm.

Her teeth chattered as she pulled the blanket closer to herself, her body shivering at the harshness of the cold as Cassian glanced at her from his spot on the couch.

“What?” She snapped, hating the pity in his gaze as he sighed.

“Nesta, we need to-“

“No fires. I’ll be fine with just the blanket.” She tried to assure him, but she felt as if he could see right through her bullshit.

“Nesta, you look about two seconds away from turning into a human icicle. Let me help you, please.”

“I can’t-I can’t stand the fire, please, Cassian, not tonight.”

Cassian nodded, his worry for her trumping over his willingness to argue, his wings flexed as if in thought.

“There’s other ways to keep warm, but you may not approve of them.”

Nesta fixed him with a cold stare, but asked,

“And what would that be?”

“We could use our collective body heat to keep warm. I know it’s not ideal, but if you don’t want me to start a fire it will take a lot more than just blankets to keep us warm.” 

Nesta considered turning down his offer for the briefest of seconds, knowing that if she allowed this, it may grow more complicated than it needed to be between the two of them. But the cold air in the cabin raked a shiver down her spine making her reconsider. Surely they could resist their pull to each other by prioritizing warmth and avoiding anything else. 

“Will you need to shed a few layers in order to do this?” She asked, her eyes roaming over him, remembering the confides of his body and the definition of his muscles that she had seen through multiple training sessions. Her pussy throbbing at the mere thought of it. 

Shew snapped her legs shut in case Cassian could catch here scent from over here, scolding herself for even thinking about it as Cassian gazed at her, a hint of lust within his own gaze as he averted his gaze, like he had been thinking the same thing she had, but they both knew how determinantal it was to keep their hands to themselves. To not complicate things further than they already were. 

“Body heat tends to be the most effective.” Cassian told her, glancing away as a blush settled on his cheeks. 

She glanced away, looking towards the wall as she bit down on her bottom lip. Cold flowing through her as she shivered again. Fuck. She might regret this in the morning.

“Fine.” She agreed through clenched teeth, reaching towards the collar of her dress, as his hand goes to the pulls and stays of his leathers.

“Wait.” She said as she turned around, facing the wall instead of him as she spoke again, “Leave your underwear on.”

“Whatever pleases you,sweetheart,” Cassian said from behind her as she heard his leathers hit the floor before she slipped off her dress, covering herself with the blanket at her shoulders.

She sat in the couch, aware of how close the proximity between her and Cassian would be in just a little while as she averted her eyes until she heard the last of his clothes fall away.

A faint blush painted her cheeks as she heard his footsteps approach her, her eyes betraying her as they flickered to him, to his muscles chest peppered with centuries of scars, each one of them relaying a different story.

She found her gaze straying to one she knew to well. One she had witnessed first hand as she persuaded herself not to reach out and trace the outline of it.

He sat down beside her, his wings draping before he adjusted himself on the couch, careful not to brush her with them.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” She found herself saying before she could stop the words.

He glanced at her, puzzled. Had his eyes always been this mesmerizing up close?

“I don’t mind your wings, plus this will make us uncomfortable regardless, so there’s no use readjusting then just to appease me.”

“Trust me, that was the farthest thing from my mind. If this whole body heat thing doesn’t work, I know my wings can help out when it comes to keeping out the cold.”

Nesta’s eyes widened slightly at the proclamation.

“But-but aren’t your wings sensitive when it comes to others touching them?”

She had heard Feyre and Mor discussing the sensativity of wings once and had never been able to purge it from her mind sense, one false move that he didn’t expect and he could be sent into a frenzy.

Nesta had no doubt that if it came to that Cassian could control himself, but if his body hovered mere inches from her own would she want him to stop?

"They are, but I'm a five hundred year old male, Nes, I think I have more than a little bit of experience in controlling myself."

Nesta nodded, letting herself relax as she sank deeper into him, feeling the heat of his skin underneath the flesh of her skin. She was so distracted by the feel of him that she didn't even notice his thumb skimming over her back sending jolts of electricity over her flesh as she turned her face to him, their lips nearly inches apart as she sucked in a breath.

"Sorry." He started, taking his hands from the small of her back, "I just never noticed you have freckles back here."

Taking a deep breath, Nesta relaxed letting his hands wander, tracing the constellation of freckles she had on her back as she tried to concentrate on staying warm.

“I’ve had them since I was a small child, my mother used to comment that it liked like a constellation though she could never remember which one.”

Cassian hummed as Nesta swore she could feel those eyes of his on her freckles, those eyes tracing over the contours of her back embedding the heat from his stare within her skin.

“It looks like Ophiuchus and Serpens.” Cassian mused as Nesta lifted one eyebrow. She wondered if he had spent time studying stars, had memorized all of them in the sky so much that he could tell what constellation her mother thought of.

“Alright, I’ll bite, what are these constellations represent?” She asked turning towards him so they were face to face, the blanket barely obscuring the valley of her breast though his focus never broke from hers.

“They represent knowledge and healing, I say they suit you just fine. “ Cassian told her giving her a faint smile.

She breathed out, drawing her attention away from him as she closed her eyes feeling the pads of Cassian’s fingers running over her back, trying her best not to lean into his touch, to let those fingers of his wander down further. Her back was safe, a place where she always craved his touch.

She felt his wings draw closer to her, her gaze flickering to them and the scars that ran along them, remembering the times she had seen them shredded or broken and the terror she had felt for him during those moments. 

She yearned to touch them, to run her hands along his scars and trace them with her fingers, but she refrained as he wrapped them around the two of them, a shield against the cold which pulled her closet to him like they were in their own personal bubble.

Her heart pounded at his proximity, those fingers tracing the confides of her back as she leaned into his touch, damning caution to hell as she felt the warmth of his chest seeping into her skin, swearing that she heard him suck in a breath at her movement.

She didn’t dare move an inch, afraid that she would break this moment if she did as Cassian relaxed, continuing his exploration, his hands dipping lower until they traced her lower back, making a slight moan fall from her lips.

“Cassian.” She breathed, turning her head, their lips nearly inches apart as she felt something straining against her. Cassian swore.

“We should stop, before-before we do something we can’t take back.” He whispered.

“What if I don’t want to take it back?” She inquired as Cassian’s gaze heated, his warm hazel eyes flickering down to her mouth, waiting for release.

She lifted her face in permission, hoping that Cassian would pick up on her hints as he lowered his mouth, nearly inches from her own as if daring her to take the kiss for herself as something tugged deep within her gut.

She moved forward, her lips tenderly brushing against his own as she pulled back slightly, testing the waters between them.

A low growl roiled through his throat as he pulled her closer, dipping his head lower to give her another chaste kiss.

She wanted more, yearned for more of him than what he was giving her, but she knew better than to rush things, they both needed to test the waters and starting off small was the best way to do that.

She pulled back, not because she wasn’t enjoying his company or his kiss, but because she knew that if she let this continue, she would let him devour her whole.

Taking a deep breath, Nesta laid her head on Cassian’s chest breathing in his warmth, praying that this tiny movement would not shatter the illusion they so carefully cultivated. She wanted to stay here, pretend that she wasn’t herself, that she was a woman that she deemed worthy of him. No matter how much deep down she knew she didn’t deserve it, at least for a little while she could pretend.

“Why did you leave?” She felt him asking, shattering the illusion as she carefully lifted her head up gazing into those hazel eyes of his.

“Because I couldn’t stay.” She answered honestly, remembering the moment that had cemented her decision. The decision that she had to leave everything including him.

“Why?” He asked, picking up her hand and inspecting the lines through them, tracing them gently with his fingers.

“I was-lost after the war, from the moment that the wretched King snapped my father’s neck and-and harmed you, I was never the same again. I’ll never be the same again, Cassian. No matter how much you and the others want me to be. I’ll never be the female that you thought you knew.”

Cassan tipped her chin up gently so she could look within his eyes, the warmth and depth of them, making her feel for once that she was not alone.

“Nesta, the one thing I can understand is how grief and the guilt that comes with that can affect you. You may feel like this now, but I promise you that you won’t always feel this way.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if I’m always like this broken shell of myself?”

“Then I will help you gather as many pieces of yourself that I can until you feel somewhat whole again.” Cassian assured her, the promise in his eyes making her heart soften.

“You shouldn’t have to do that, I-I know how difficult I can be.” Nesta admitted as Cassian pulled her closer, the warmth of his chest cradling her, making her feel safe.

“Anything that is worth it is not easy, Nesta Archeron. And I would rather have you at your worse, then have a version of you that even you don’t believe in.”

Nesta swallowed, her heart full at his words as she gave him a peck on the cheeks.

“Thank you-for being here for me.”

He gazed into her eyes and Nesta could have sworn she saw the depth of his emotions underneath them.

“There’s no place I would rather be.”

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Goddess-Touched Snippet - (16/?)

It's not a usual snippet-day but it's been a while since I posted one anyway <3 Word count: 500 Content warnings: References to gore, child death. POV: Ember In which Ember is reminded of their past while hunting.

I fall still, waiting, and the world around me comes into sharp focus.

The air has chilled since sunset, a breeze now tickling through my locs and shivering down my spine. The sounds of the nearby Spiritseekers almost seem to amplify with my attention, until I can hear what seems to be every scratch of a hoof on dirt and snort of breath. The scent of them--musk and sweat and feather and livestock--wafts to me and mingles with the greenery about my nose. And, somewhere between the wood grain of the bow in my hand and the scratch of a twig along my arm, an insect flutters past, wings beating just near enough for me to feel its presence without ever touching me.

Cicadas sing. One of the Spiritseekers snorts, scratches at the ground. Another shakes itself like a dog, the motion moving from the tip of its nose and down to its long pheasant-tail, which it unfurls in a display of vibrant, almost-glowing blue that becomes a ghostly light in the darkness.

My gaze darts back to Typha’s hideaway. I find him crouching in the bushes by the glint of the moonslight in his eyes.

No signal, yet.

I cast my gaze outward again, to the pronged horns and bare heads.

Start counting them, counting the ten arrows in my quiver in sync on repeat.

Ten. Twenty. Twenty-five.

A faint tug on my soul as a fire ignites in the distance, back in the direction of our camp.

Thirty. Thirty five.

Slow my breath, easing the air in through my nose and out through my mouth, steadying myself.

Forty five. Fifty.

It’s then that I find Typha again, the motion of his hand catching my eye.

There.

It’s a small thing. One that’s wandered off from the rest of the flock, just a few yards closer to us than the others. Its horns are hardly any longer than my hand, and it’s not tufted with down like those of the smallest, weakest Spiritseekers kept close to the center.

And I can’t help comparing it’s gangly legs and tousled feathers to Dusk.

Stop.

Slowly, quietly, I raise my bow. Breathe in deep, close my eyes.

Think of something else.

Even slower, I slip the arrow under my fingers out of the quiver.

Forget it’s alive. Make it easier.

My thumb hooks on the string, and I force myself to look at my target.

But oh, Goddesses, what else am I supposed to think of that doesn’t shake my hands even worse?

Small footprints stumbling towards flowing water, never coming back out. Sada’s frail hand reaching out from beneath the rubble of Delya, bloodied with their mother’s viscera. Dusk, flickering between material and shadow, slipping ever-deeper into the tar of his Flex.

Star, still small enough for me to carry even after she bloated with water and rot.

Tears blur my vision. Another lick of flame, this time curling around my thumb under my skin.

She didn’t feed anything.

We still need to eat.

[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Playing God

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:  oral (f receiving), sexual situations, trading services for a woman, implied smut, slight breeding kink if you squint.

“God…what a pleasure to see you,” Steve smiled, hand instantly reaching out to shake the man’s own hand.  The bounty hunter gave him a fake smile, but Steve, ever the salesman only continued on with him, “feels like it’s been a while.  I know we haven’t seen you around in quite a bit.  No woman that keeps your interest?”

“It has been a while…but you know how the job goes.  Sometimes I have to go radio silent, even when I don’t want to,” the bounty hunter said dismissively, ignoring the superheroes hand.  He started looking around the room, as though he was waiting for something to pop out at him, “where is she?  She hasn’t been down here with anyone else, has she?”

“She is in her room,” Captain America answered, retracting his hand, “But there is still the matter of payme-“

“Barnes has had his arm for over a year,” he reminded him, his icy eyes judging the proprietor, “it’s functioning, is it not?  That was the payment we originally discussed.”

“Bucky’s got his bearings, yes, but-“

“Then there is no buts,” God said quickly, growling at the super soldier, “I want to see her.  Now!”

“Give him the girl, Steve…” Bucky started, coming from one of the corner booths, “we did agree on it after all.  She’s his.  The tech for the girl.”

The bounty hunter gave Sargent Barnes a quick onceover, a smug look on his face when he noticed that Rogers was still glaring at him.  While Bucky had been more than willing to agree to the payment, Rogers didn’t want to give up a piece that he’d been having on the side. 

“He still hasn’t paid for her…” Steve muttered.

“The arm wasn’t enough?” God asked, his eyes flicking up to Steve’s once more, “it’s not even a development made to any prosthetic worldwide.  Sargent Barnes has a one-of-a-kind replacement that’s better than the original.  Stark wouldn’t give you guys the tech he had.  I had to steal that from the Wakandans.”

Steve huffed. 

“You’re right,” Bucky admitted, flexing his hand a little for emphasis, “and that’s why I’m finishing the deal with you.  Follow me, god.”

“She’s mine?  Once and for all?” he asked curiously, “Rogers doesn’t have some excuse on why I can’t have her?”

“All yours!” Bucky said without delay.  He led the bounty hunter up the stairs and towards the bedrooms.  He stopped at a door on the third floor, “she’s already packed.”

“Packed?” he asked, the surprise in his tone leaking through, “What do you mean she’s packed?  She’s just supposed to be mine…not packed to go!”

“You said you wanted her…this is how we maintain that she won’t be running to Steve’s bed anytime he calls for her,” Bucky shrugged, “you’re as dangerous as Kemp…and I’m not willing to be on that side of the business again!”

“Sh-she’s supposed to stay here!” God called, his brow furrowing at the statement, “I-I don’t-she’s not safe elsewhere.  And-“

“The deal was for her,” Bucky said firmly, “and a place for her until you came to pick her up and claim her.  Now, if you’re changing your mind, and want another girl, that’s fine…but our payment is complete.  You get a girl, god!  You’re claiming her!  That means she goes with you.”

“I wanted her to stay here…”

Steve chuckled, his arms crossing over his broad chest, “that wasn’t part of the deal, and you know it.  But…you know, I wouldn’t mind keeping her bed warm if you wanted to let her stay and play with me while you’re away…”

The bounty hunter’s jaw clenched, “I don’t know what you’re playing at, bu-“

“Gabriel…”

His eyes shot to the soft voice from behind him. 

His heart ached at how sweet she looked. 

He could happily melt into a puddle at the sight of her in a teddy, calling for him. 

“It’s God!” he corrected her, his mind racing back to how she used his first name.  He was fighting his internal thoughts, torn between falling to his knees for her and begging her to say his first name once more, and killing the two men who’d heard his name.  He gave her a warning look, “remember?”

A blush rose to her cheeks and she bit her lip, looking down to the ground, “I-I’m sorry, God…i-I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said dryly.  Then he looked back to Steve and Bucky, “can we at least have tonight?  I didn’t plan on her coming with me and I’ll need to make arrangements.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Steve said with a smug look on his face, “you’re smart enough…aren’t you?”

“Come on, sweetheart!” God growled, pushing past the two super soldiers, “let’s get the hell out of here before these two pricks change their minds on letting me have you.”

“W-where are we?”

“Home.  Or at least, it’s home for now” he said simply as he locked the door behind himself, “it isn’t…ready for you yet…but we’ll have to make do.”

“Gabriel…”

He turned around, surprised at the fact that she was gasping at the house, “I-I know it’s not what we talked about.  It’s only a safehouse I have stashed away, but it-“

“It’s perfect,” she whispered, whipping around to face him.  She rushed the bounty hunter and clung to him, “th-this is so much more than what we ever talked about.”

“Sweetheart, it’s not,” he chuckled, shaking his head at how sweet she was being to him.  He looked around at the dusty room, the walls bare, with no real flare to the house, “I wanted it to be perfect.”

“It is…”

“You don’t have to lie,” he said softly, holding gently onto her, “I know that it-“

“Gabriel Oliver Delphine…”

The bounty hunter was unable to keep his normal coy demeanor as she called out his full name, “We’ve talked about that too…”

“We-we’re home,” she admitted sweetly, “behind closed doors…with no one to bother us.  Give me one good reason I can’t call out to you…one reason I can’t moan your whole name…why you can’t give yourself to me every night just as I do for you?”

He took a deep breath, “there is no one around for miles…”

“I want to scream your name,” she giggled softly against his chest, “I’m so tired of screaming god in that crowded hotel.  I actually want to scream your name.  Your real name!”

He was soft in the way that he brushed the hair from her face, “you know…I’ve always had this fantasy…”

Her eyes lit up as she clung to him, “tell me!”

“That we would be here…in our home,” he admitted, “that I would tear you apart.  You would be bridging from one orgasm to the next…unable to stop yourself from coming on my fingers…my mouth…my cock…”

“G-Gabriel…” she panted softly, her thoughts trailing to what his lithe fingers could do as they deftly swept down the small of her back and around to the side of her thigh.

“And then…right when you would think it’s over…I cum in you!” he whispered.  A shiver ran down her spine.  His fingers snaked their way over top of her mound, and he slowly pushed her back to the wall, then slid to his knees, “have you ever thought about that, sweetheart?  What it would feel like when I finally came in you without a condom?”

“Do-does right now count?” she gasped as he hooked his fingers under her skirt and onto the elastic of her thong.  She whimpered as they slid around to the front, before following the lines of the fabric.  A moan left her lips when his hands slid down, the backs of them sliding over her sopping wet pussy. 

“Do you know what I want right now, sweetheart?”

“Wh-what?”

“I want you to call out for god when I make you cum,” he growled seductively, hooking her leg over his shoulder.  She gasped as he slid the fabric to the side and buried his face against her core.  His tongue snaked along her mound, slipping between her folds.  Her hands immediately went towards his hair, tugging on the tresses.  This time it was him that moaned, “oh, sweetheart…I want you crying out for god…only to be brought back by me…when you cum on my tongue…you better be begging god for mercy…”

“God,” she whimpered, her eyes already fluttering shut.  She was shocked at how his touch already affected her.  One of his hands reached around, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, “oh god!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he moaned, slurping up the sweet ambrosia that came from her, “keep calling my name!  And then later when you’re cumming on my cock…when I’m giving you life…our future…eternity…I want you calling out for me.  Because I am your god.”

“GABRIEL!” she moaned, tugging on his tresses, “please, GABRIEL!”  

[kissingghouls]

I saw your little prompt list and could I ask for 3 with Cirrus and Copia? 🥺

Yes, yes you can Anon! 💜 I haven't written anything that wasn't x reader in a long time so this was a fun change/challenge! Also I can't stop writing soft fluffy sweet? so... #3 hiding face in neck

Changing of the Seasons

Cirrus x Copia - Fluff / First Kiss drabble. no warnings.

Cirrus waits, watching raindrops roll down the windows that frame the ministry’s entrance. Maybe it’s silly or even a little vain, but she’s in no hurry to get her hair or her clothes wet before practice. There was an umbrella somewhere in her room, but she couldn’t recall where. Even if she could it was another 10 minutes there and back and she was already dangerously close to being late.

A few weeks ago it wouldn’t have mattered, but some time after tour rehearsal started a switch had flipped.

“Cirrus?”

She jumps at the sound of her name and spins around to find Copia lingering in the hallway. His gloved fingers flex and close around the small umbrella in his hands.

“Hi Papa,” she says with a faint smile.

“Is everything, eh…okie dokie?”

She nods, her cheeks heating up as he stares back at her. For a moment she considers running, just bursting through the doors and taking off over the lawn. It might be less embarrassing than admitting to herself that she has a crush on her boss. But that would eventually need an explanation and she’ll be damned if that’s how Copia finds out she thinks he’s cute.

It’s beyond embarrassing, this thing she can’t seem to shake. If it was there before it was buried so deep she’d never even considered it. He was Papa. The trouble was that Papa Emeritus IV was now single for the first time in a couple of years and, well, looking was supposed to be harmless. While preparing for the upcoming tour he had started to smile again and really what was she supposed to do with that?

He softly clears his throat and offers the umbrella to her. “You should—”

“Oh no, that’s ok. I’ll—”

“Really, I insist—”

The awkward back and forth continues as they talk over each other, too polite to make the other uncomfortable. It’s only by the grace of the Olde One that Secondo appears and pushes the two of them through the doors while shouting, “just share it!”

Cirrus stumbles over the cobblestones as Copia hurries to get the umbrella open to cover them both. She laughs nervously, making a joke about Secondo’s direct approach.

“Stronzo,” is Copia’s only reply. “I’m sorry about my brother, dolcezza.”

She shakes her head. “Ah, I’m used to him by now.”

“Sometimes we know people for a long time before we begin to see them.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she agrees without thinking. The realization sets in and she slaps a hand over her mouth, but he covers it with an easy chuckle—that same silly “heh heh heh” sound he always makes after his own jokes.

Their steps slow just enough and Copia maneuvers himself just a touch behind the ghoulette, his arm sliding gracefully around her waist. She knows it’s only to keep them both under the umbrella, but it doesn’t stop her heart from racing in her chest. Copia smells insanely good—a scent that’s somehow soft and warm, almost like vanilla and campfires.

“I prefer cold weather,” he offers, breaking the silence on the long walk.

“Oh?”

“Oh yes,” he says with a nod. “But only to a certain degree, eh?”

Despite her best efforts the joke lands and she finds herself hiding her face against his neck so he can’t see her laughing. His shoulders shake as he chuckles into her ear, his grip tightening just a little on her waist.

“Got you,” he teases.

“No,” she argues immediately, raising her head to meet his eyes. Time freezes, just for a moment—long enough that neither realizes they’re holding their breath until their lips touch. Its brief, a gentle, almost chaste kiss followed by shy smiles and Copia fumbling the umbrella.