#I feel like his arms & back are strong enough to properly carry anyone bridal style so yk i agree anon

[sneeb-canons]

Mind has a habit of carrying people in the bridal position. Not necessarily in a romantic manner, it's just the way he learned how to do it best.

Headcanon #557

[poorly-written-fiction]

a little bit too much - logan howlett x fem!reader

A/N: i saw @journal3sposts post about logan with his young, tipsy, hypersexual little girlfriend who can't keep her hands to herself in the car. the post spoke to me on a very deep, emotional level. so i threw this fic together. it doesn't actually end in smut, i do have some minor discomfort writing dubious consent content, mostly because i don't want to make anyone else uncomfortable. but if this is received well and i don't get bricks theown at me i will write something properly spicy. this is also the first piece of writing i'm posting publicly in 10 years so please have some patience with me. also despite being 22 years old and being a casual alcohol drinker, i do not drink at bars, so my idea of going to bars is based solely on the experiences of others + what i've seen in movies and tv shows. apologies, i'm sorry i'm lame.

tags: not quite smut, but very suggestive (18+, MDNI), alcohol consumption (reader is 21+), age gap (legal, but let's be honest, every relationship with logan is an age gap relationship) fem!reader (no specific descriptions of appearance), reader is handsy, logan is a little more responsible, some spelling/grammar errors probably i'm too tired to check

Logan loved taking Y/N to bars. She was fun without alcohol, but after a few drinks she was truly a sight. Logan would joke that she kept him young with her shenanigans. She would drink and dance, and flirt - oh good lord, she would flirt. She would run her hands up and down his arms, run her fingers through his hair, any excuse she had to touch Logan, she'd take it. She'd take a shot, then kiss him immediately after - or kiss him right after he took a drink of his own drink. Usually it was beer, but he occasionally got whiskey when he was in the mood for it.

One particular night, Logan and Y/N were at a bar playing a game at one of the billiards tables. It wasn't a grimy place, but definitely not one of the nicest places either of them had gone to. It was comfortable enough - the music didn't play too loud and the drinks were good, and strong. Logan sipped a glass of whiskey, while Y/N tried whatever the bartender had suggested when she asked for a recommendation. That was another thing Logan liked about her, she would try almost anything at least once. After a drink of her own, a celebratory shot for winning the game, and a few sips she had snuck from Logan's glass, she was well on her way to stumbling a little more when she walked. She clung to Logan like a crutch, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close to him so she wouldn't fall or wander too far. Y/N grabbed Logan by the collar of his flannel shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. A long, hard, meaningful kiss. There was never any doubts that they loved each other, but they don't call alcohol "liquid truth" for nothing.

"We better get you home, darlin'." Logan paid the tab and scooped up Y/N, carrying her bridal style to the old truck. "Can you grab the door for me, princess?" Y/N pulled the handle, and Logan got her settled inside, pressing a kiss to her temple when he buckled her seatbelt. When he made sure she was secure, he shut the door and made his way over the driver's side. He hopped in, turned the key, and started back for home.

The ride back was comfortably quiet. Not a lot of conversation, just the sounds of the road and some generic country song played inaudibly on the radio. Logan drove with one of his hands on Y/N's thigh, occasionally rubbing it with his thumb and smiling at her. She'd smile back, her head still feeling fuzzy from the outing, but she was in good hands, and she was happy. It didn't take long before they were stopped at a red light that held for just a little bit longer than some of the others, and Y/N slid one of her hands over Logan's chest.

He smiled, shaking his head, "What are you doing there, baby?"

Y/N just smiled back, mumbling something along the lines of, "I'm just feeling you. You're so handsome."

Logan smiled before leaning over and kissed his lover, her breath still smelling faintly of alcohol. It wasn't off-putting, just a subtle reminder that she wasn't completely sober. Y/N couldn't contain herself, moaning quietly into the kiss and running her hands down to his belt, fumbling with it. Logan put one of his hands over hers, moving them away gently.

"Babygirl, we can't do that right now," Logan pressed his forehead against hers, smiling apologetically. He couldn't deny that he didn't like the contact or the way Y/N would practically throw herself at him. But, he didn't want to take advantage - or feel like he was taking advantage - especially because she was so much younger than he was. Almost everyone Logan knew was younger than him, but Y/N almost made it too obvious that there was a significant age difference between the two. He didn't mind it too much, obviously because they had been dating for a while, but his moral compass still steered him away from fucking her while she was this intoxicated.

Y/N pouted, moving her hands back up to his chest, "What about when we get home? I want you so badly, Lo..."

He kissed her forehead, and rubbed her thigh gently, not with intention of teasing her, but instead as a way to soothe her. "You're not sober enough, darlin'. It wouldn't be right. If you feel up for it in the morning, we can try again."

"But it's okay, I love you, it would be okay." Y/N's head was just spinning with the idea of Logan touching her. He shook his head, gave her soft thigh a light squeeze, and the light turned green. Logan pressed on the gas, and continued his drive home.

"If you feel up for it in the morning, I'd be more than happy to give you what you want. For tonight, we need to get you into bed, doll."

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A/N: thank you for reading, if you did! suggestions, questions, comments and concerns are always appreciated okay bye!

[cyeli-no]

Everyone in Sumeru knows Cyno is small, but he has weight from his muscles. He is, by no means, extremely light. The issue comes when Dehya, drunk, mocks Al-Haitham for calling himself a feeble scholar. In her mind, with his physical strength, he should still be capable of carrying Cyno.

Can: Tighnari, Dehya, Al-Haitham, Candace, Nahida Can't: Collei, Kaveh, Layla, Nilou, Faruzan

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Tighnari: He is an archer. He definitely has a lot of arm strength and has experience carrying dumb adventurers through the forest. I imagine he usual has Cyno on his back (piggyback), but will occasionally carry him in his arms (bridal carry).

Even before being asked about it, he probably had the most experience carrying Cyno. The first time was after a really bad mission and he could no longer walk. So, after doing emergency treatment at the outskirts of the forest, Tighnari dragged Cyno back without anyone's help because the General would definitely not want anyone to see him in such a state.

Dehya: She carries a claymore and can punch her enemies into submission. She can definitely carry Cyno, making jokes about how he is too small and she can carry more people. She would 100% bridal carry him, just to make fun of him.

(I am a fan of the idea of her having a prosthetic arm.) Imagine someone says something stupid about her arm, about how it's unfair because of course the big, metal arm can lift Cyno. So, she wraps her other arm around Cyno's torso and just lifts him off the ground. He, uncomfortable in the position, is thrown over her shoulder instead. He stops complaining once he is properly seated.

Al-Haitham: He is surprisingly buff and strong for a "feeble scholar". He throws Cyno over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

I think he would also be willing to carry in carefully in his arms if Cyno is injured. If Cyno returns to report back to Nahida and him rather than to a doctor, he will interrupt the conversation and just pick him up. He probably carries Cyno bridal style to make Cyno feel embarrassed, shaming him for not taking better care of himself. When Cyno gets more antsy at the action, risking to worsen his injuries, Al-Haitham covers Cyno with his cape to at least shield him.

Candace: She doesn't seem to be strong enough to carry him. Compared to the other three, who visibly have muscles, she is considerably more lean. But, she carries a polearm and a shield. She, similarly to Cyno, are strong despite their appearance. She carries him on her back with ease.

Candace is fully capable of carrying him through the desert by herself. During one rescue mission, she leads the group with Cyno on her back and only takes breaks because the others need it.

Nahida: It is honestly a bit surprising when she is able to lift him with her tiny stature. But, she's an archon.

Cyno is reluctant to let her carry him, almost feeling blasphemous and disrespectful. But, to deny his archon also feels the same. Biting his tongue, he lets her hook her arms under his knees and lifts him easily off the ground. I am between a classic piggyback ride or him being in front of him, upright, and being carried like that. She holds him around the knees and his arms are on her head for balance while she runs without being able to see, covered by Cyno's torso.

Collei: Even if she could, I don't think she would want to because it's too much physical contact.

Kaveh: Logically, as a claymore user, he would probably be able to. The issue is that he does not feel comfortable trying to carry him. It might be because of Cyno's own discomfort at too much physical contact or the fact that he feels nervous about it all.

Cyno insists it is not a big deal. He trusts Kaveh and feels fine with him. But, Kaveh remembers the Akademiya days where Cyno reacted very poorly to touch because of his vague childhood. For both their sakes, he will not take that risk unless completely necessary.

[angelamajiki]

[ scent - kiribaku ]

PART TWO

CW: a/b/o dynamics, villain duo kiribaku, bullying, sexual harrassment, stalking, kidnapping, hair pulling, dubcon, predator/prey, alpha bakugo, alpha kirishima, omega reader

Scenting was an integral part of any omega’s nest—the scent of a friend, the scent of a family member, the scent of a mate. Your nest had been void of any but your own for quite some time. As an omega, you were as shy as you were rare, a coveted luxury that few could afford to get their hands on. Submerging yourself within in the shadows, you were desperate to hide from anyone who readies to beg, borrow, and steal to obtain an omega mate. Hiding out had been a success until you came home to find two Alpha scents resting comfortably in your nest.

The Alphas who had invaded your space uninvited did not leave their intentions up to the imagination. They were starving, ready to wreck the omega they had set their sights on. How on earth they managed to find you evaded your mind as you attempted to devise a plan to stay hidden. Your quirk could barely help you in this circumstance, so a line of defense was hard to form.

The thought of having been stalked by two very, very strong Alphas did nothing to settle the unease boiling in your gut the next few days. It was better that they try to come to you than you falling victim to them, so you decided to stay put inside your small home. Their scent continued to linger, suffocating you in the one place you were supposed to feel safest. No matter how many times you washed your blankets and stuffies, their stench never seemed to fade in the slightest.

The pair let you know they were nearby as the renewed their scent within your home constantly, always stuck with the smell in the back of your mind. Never letting you know peace, never letting you settle comfortably in your own home. It was maddening you.

As luck were to have it, your heat was creeping up behind you, your panic further spurring it on. Cooping up in the house meant that you only survived on what you already had. To avoid suspicion in the past, you purchased suppressants from numerous pharmacies just hours before you were to settle in your nest for the week. You were afforded no such luxury this time around.

Maybe it would be safe to go to the drugstore just down the alley for them. Maybe not.

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Against your better judgment, you slipped out of your apartment as inconspicuously as you could, dragging yourself down the stairwell of your complex. Their scent had stopped persisting the last 72 hours, so you assumed the Alpha pair had given up and cut their losses. Or they snuffed their scent out to properly hunt you down without detection. It was a gamble to leave to get your suppressants. Take a chance to nab them and postpone your heat, or wait like a sitting duck in your nest for the Alphas to show up and claim you in your moment of weakness.

Slinking into the alleyway, you kept close to yourself while making a beeline to the corner store.

A deep, rumbling chuckle from behind made you falter in your already weakening steps.

“So, our pretty little omega has finally come out to play with us, huh Kats?”

“Sure is, Ei. Looks like she’s a bitch in heat, too. Literally!”

Cackles bounced off the walls of the buildings, piercing your already racing heart. Just a few more steps, and you'd make it into the safety of a public area. A hero would be nearby to help you, right?

“Tch, you ignorin’ your Alphas, little bitch? Guess we’ll have to teach you some respect.”

A rough, blemished hand gripped your forearm and tugged you towards the two men.

“Gentle, man. Poor baby’s in heat, just needs an Alpha to take care of her, huh, sweetheart?”

An even larger hand gripped your hips before sliding down to grab a handful of your slick mound. Peeking up at their wolfish grins, you squealed as you ripped yourself out of their greedy grip and made a mad dash towards the street.

The entire boulevard was empty, not a soul in sight. Not even a business was open!

“Lookin’ for someone, princess? Your Alphas are right here.” The redhead called out to you, taking a leisurely pace to catch up with your frozen figure.

“Everyone’s inside, y’know. A curfew was established due to a couple of villains strollin’ into town. Said to be dangerous. Not to mention devilishly handsome.” The blonde hollered, taking enormous strides towards you. “No one's coming to save you, baby.” He whispered, tickling your ear with his breath. Both men didn't make any attempts to stop you as you dashed off again, tears streaming down your flushed face.

Your body betrayed you as you felt slick dribble down your leggings, sopping your cunt in your underwear. Sweat beaded on your brow as you kept running, or at least attempted to run as your legs shook and stumbled across the pavement. The whoops and hollers of the men penetrated your clouded mind.

Go back to Alphas. Alphas will take care of you. Alphas will claim you.

Katsuki and Eijirou enjoyed taking their time, keeping a leisurely pace as they watched you stumble and sway with glee.

“Ain’t she a cutie, Katsuki? What’re the odds she came out during her heat?” Eijirou sighed dreamily, already feeling his cock swell as the scent of your slick wafting in the air. “Can’t wait to claim her and mark her up. She’ll love our den, don’t you think?”

“Of course she will. Just because we’re villains doesn't mean we're half-assed Alphas to our mate. She just needs to see how well we can provide for her little stuck-up ass.” Grinning widely, Katsuki was equally as hard, palming himself through his pants as they saw you sloppily turn into another alleyway.

Delirious at this point, you fell to the cool concrete, peeling your sweater off while hiding behind a pile of damp boxes. Your body hadn't the strength to keep moving; the fire stoked within was too overwhelming to do anything other than to sit and wait for your Alphas.

Slick gushed out of you at the sound of wolf whistles approaching you. Pressing yourself into the wall, you used the last ounce of your clarity to block out their vulgar catcalls.

“Whew, damn sweetheart. I could smell you a mile away.” Eijirou jeered out as he tugged you out from your hiding spot. “Let me get a taste of my ripe pussy right here.”

Patting your sopping cunt, the man positioned you to face the wall with your ass out on display. Taking a hardened finger, he split the steams of your leggings and panties down the middle, shredding the rest off impatiently.

Katsuki was content to watch from the sidelines as he kept your firmly in place, forcing one of your hands onto his dripping cock. He pressed you into a seating kiss, capturing your moans and cries with his tongue.

Eijirou buried his face in your cunt, sloppily tongue fucking and sucking you while his fingers roughly flicked your clit back and forth. Slick squirt out of you onto his lapping tongue as you worked your hips against his face, desperate for release from the Alpha.

Katsuki held a hand to your throat, squeezing tenderly as he continued with his sloppy kisses and grip on your wrist, which lazily stroked him.

“C’mon, omega. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna come.” The blonde whispered in your ear, biting it with his canines. Gasping, your hand picked up the pace as you moaned loudly and freely into the cool air of the night. Eijirou relished in the way your pussy felt pressed into his face as he gripping your thighs, not letting you move away as he began to suck harshly on your clit.

Incoherent sobs left your drooling mouth as Katsuki gripped your hair in his left fist, biting down hard enough to draw blood all over your neck. Whimpering and groaning, you felt yourself release all over the redhead’s face, legs twitching as he rode out your orgasm. After he was finished with his meal, Eijirou pulled away and licked at the strings of slick connecting his chin to your throbbing pussy.

“That should hold her over until we get back to the den, right?”

“Maybe, she’s in heat, so she won't be satisfied until we knot and claim her. Let’s split.”

Gathering the panting mess that you were in his arms, Katsuki carried you bridal style, not bothering to redress your bare bottom. After your much-needed relief, you drifted off to sleep while drenched in the scent of your new Alphas.

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How Will They React to You Overworking Yourself

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Monoma Neito x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, (Separately)

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Summary: You weren’t hanging out with them that much, making them worried. Whenever they see you, you were either passed out on your desk or studying.

Warning: Swearing, grammar errors, overworking thingies (I forgot what’s it called..)(A few days later after I made this: I have no clue what I meant by overworking thingies no more.)

Genre: Fluff,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Neutral

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Katsuki Bakugo:

He frowned when he saw you working on today’s homework which the due was next week. Even though he was strict in doing his work, he also takes breaks.

“You should take a rest, Y/n.” He gruffed. You jumped at the sudden noise, not hearing anyone come in the room. You looked at the person who scared you, sighing. “You scared me!” You spoke, dodging his statement. Bakugo’s eyes softened then looked away, muttering an apology.

“As I said earlier, you should take a rest. You look like shit.” He remarked. You rolled your eyes. “I’m fine, Bakugo. I take rests too-” As if on queue, you yawned. You immediately covered your mouth to muffle yourself but one look at Bakugo, you could tell he had already have heard it.

“I can’t Bakugo! I have so many things on my plate! I can’t just rest, I’m busy everyday!” Bakugo scoffed, went towards you and carried you to your bed. “Wha- Hey! Bakugo!!” You whined, hitting him with all your might (You were tired, so it wasn’t that strong.) Bakugo was unfazed by your attempts and threw you to your clean bed which looked like it wasn’t used.

You stiffened at the touch of the soft bed. It was so soft you could just drift off. ‘But what about my work? MY WORK?!’ You thought, that was enough for you to squirm and try to get out of bed. Bakugo blankly stared at you. ‘Are you not giving up already? God...’.

“Stop squirming and try to rest already, idiot. Take a rest.” His eyes giving you a hard glare. “But my work-” “Continue your work tomorrow or something. It’s fucking Saturday, you should ease up a bit.” Finally, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Your eyes fluttering slowly as you let sleep consume you.

Once Bakugo thought you were sleeping. He muttered a ‘fuckin’ finally.’ and tucked you to bed properly.

He glanced at your messy desk and stared at it for a few seconds, taking in every detail on the desk. There was the homework due next week, a book about math, an open comic book, papers scattered everywhere, and your computer still on with the tab of youtube with your favorite song on it (It was paused).

Bakugo looked at you once again, and sat on the edge of the bed, and did not leave. He had the feeling of you waking up and getting out of bed to do your work once he leaves the room. Or so he thought was his reason for staying for a few hours.

He stayed there beside you, glancing at you every now and then. After an hour, Bakugo found himself drifting off to sleep beside you.

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Monoma Neito:

Monoma frowned when he saw you passed out on your messy desk. It wasn’t his first time seeing you like this. His dorm was beside yours so he always gets to see you study when he needs to go to his dorm because your door is slightly open (You should close your door properly next time.).

He sighed, thinking if he should go in your room and put you to bed since he felt a ‘tinsy bit’ of concern, or if he should just shrug it off and go continue his day. Monoma took one glance at you and went inside your room. “You should stop overworking yourself, Y/n...” He murmured.

Monoma went to you and slowly and carefully carried you bridal style. He walked towards your bed and tried to carefully place you on your bed without waking you up. To his dismay, you were waking up.

The first thing you saw was Monoma silently panicking. “Monoma...?” You groaned, confused and tired at the moment. Taking a breather, He calmed down. “What are you... Where am I? Wait- I’M SUPPOSED TO FINISH MY HOMEWORK!” You exclaimed once you were fully conscious.

You looked around you to finally notice that Monoma was carrying you. Your face dusted pink while Monoma blushed in embarrassment. “C-calm down.. The deadline’s next week, remember? You need to take a rest. You look like sh- I mean, You have bags under your eyes.”

“But, I have so many things to do..” You tried to reason with Monoma but failed. “You can do it tomorrow, take this as a day-off.”

You pouted “A day-off? I can’t have a day-off now! If I do, then I won’t have a day-off tomorrow- or the day after that.” He carefully placed you on your bed, having a bit of trouble since you were trying to go back to your desk. “You never rest, Y/n. During lunch, you were reading a book, barely eating your food!” You quietly listened as he kept ranting.

While he was ranting, he stopped when he noticed you were starting to drift off to sleep. Instead, he slowly took the blanket underneath you and gently placed it on your body, also making sure it doesn’t cover your face.

He sat beside you and gently massaged your head, Earning a moan from you. Monoma stopped and tensed at the sudden sound. His face was red. He took a glance to see you still unconscious and sighed in relief. After a few minutes, Monoma finally calmed down a bit, though his face is tinted pink.

He decided to leave you alone, but before he left, he kissed your forehead.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

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Denki Kaminari:

Kaminari was just passing by your dorm when he noticed your door slightly open. Curious, he slowly opened it, not making a sound. His eyes landed on you taking notes from your computer. ‘Again?’ He inaudibly sighed. He welcomed himself in your dorm.

He snuck up behind you while you were going to the next page of the file. Kaminari grinned as he planned to scare you.

“Boo!”

You shrieked in surprise, accidentally ripping the paper a bit. “Kami! My notes!” You exclaimed in despair. “Sorry Y/n, But you could print it out instead right?” He tried to assure you. You only responded with a glare and a small yawn. “Tired?” Kaminari teased, leaning closer to you.

Your face tinted light pink, but your tiredness didn’t fully process of how close you both really were. You dozed off a bit, accidentally leaning closer to Kaminari’s face. He noticed this and froze. Kaminari didn’t know what to do, should he back away? Should he let this go and get his first kiss from you?

But before he can even think, your lips met his. Kaminari didn’t move for a few seconds, but then he backed away, completely taken aback. He held your shoulders when you were almost going to collapse from your seat. You were conscious again and slightly jumped. “H-huh?”

“Oh... Hey..” Kaminari said awkwardly, backing up a few steps. “Hm...?” Then it clicked. You first thought about your work. “My notes... I need to finish it..! Then I need to read the next chapter!” The more you talked, the more you realize that you haven’t finished anything yet.

You took Kaminari’s hands from your shoulders and went to your desk to finish your work. He frowned. “Y/n.” He called sternly, taking you by surprise at the moment. Kaminari forced you to look at him. You noticed how serious he actually looked, despite your state. “Hm?.... Make it fast, I need to finish my schedule.”

“Y/n, please stop doing this to yourself and calm down! Look at you! You’re tired. You keep overworking yourself!”

You responded with a frown, shaking your head. “I have too, Kami. I have to if I want to keep my grades up..” “BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TOO!” You flinched at his outburst. Kaminari took notice and apologized. “Your so smart already, Why do you even need to do this to yourself?” You couldn’t say anything to shoot back because Kaminari didn’t let you. “Don’t say that you’re doing it to be the star student or something. You already have high grades. Your grades are higher than mine. Please.. Please don’t overwork yourself. It’s bad for you!”

You unintentionally yawned, Luckily, Kaminari thought nothing bad of it. “See? You’re even tired! Let’s take a rest okay?” You finally nodded after a few moments, wanting to sleep on your bed. While standing up, you almost stumble but was caught by Kaminari.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you there instead k? Just go sleep.” He hushed. You slowly nodded, as he carried you bridal style to your bed. As he was walking to your bed, you leaned your head on his chest and felt his heart beats. It was fast but it somehow soothed you.

Unnoticed by you, Kaminari was panicking internally. His face red, his heart beating rapidly. He looked at you, who were already sleeping peacefully. ‘Calm down, Denki. You’re going to wake them up if you keep this up.’ He took a breath.

He carefully set you down on your bed, putting a blanket on you. He was going to leave until you held the side of his shirt. “Sleep with me, Kami.” You slurred, half-asleep. “S-sleep? With you?” He stuttered, his face and neck red. “Please? It’s so cold...” You pleaded, still holding the hem of his shirt.

Kaminari looked at you. You were looking cold. You wouldn’t mind it sleeping with him for a while right?

“Fine..” You moved a bit to the side to give Kaminari some space. As he wrapped his arms around you, he grinned. ‘This is one in a million! I’ll never forget this day! Best. Day. EVER!’ Kaminari internally cheered as he held you close to his chest.

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Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima was walking towards your dorm. He was worried since he didn’t see you in the common room. Plus, he wanted to hang out with you since he haven’t talked to you in a while.

Finally, he was at your door. Kirishima was going to knock until he noticed the door wasn’t closed. He wanted to take a peek but he stopped himself, telling it’s rude and unmanly to do. So he knocked on the door. “Hey Y/n? It’s Kirishima, can I come in?”

No response.

“Y/n?”

Still no response.

“Are you there?”

Nothing.

He was starting to get worried so he opened the door and went in the room. He sighed in relief when he saw you passed out on your desk, your computer still on.

Kirishima silently walked to you and turned your computer on sleep mode and carefully slithered his arms on your waist and your legs. Then carried you bridal style. As he was walking to your bed to set you down, you unexpectedly woke up and squirmed. Kirishima looked at you wide eyed and silently panicked.

“H-huh...?” You muttered, moving a bit to see Kirishima’s surprised face. “W-what are you doing...? Kirishima..? Wait.. I’m supposed to be...” You thought for a while, then it clicked on your head. “I’m supposed to be doing my work!” You exclaimed, squirming more but failing since Kirishima used his quirk to keep you in place and to not fall from his hands.

“No, don’t. it’s fine, you can do it tomorrow instead. The deadline’s in 3 days, don’t worry.” He reassured you. “But I need to do it! I have so many things to do soon after the homework Sensei gave us!”

“Chill! You can do it later. Take a rest first. You can’t do it now, you’re exhausted..” He told you. “You didn’t sleep in like, 4 days straight right? It’s going to be relaxing if you atleast take a nap.” Kirishima added. “But-” “No buts. Just take a rest. Please? For me?”

You both look at each other for a solid minute. Then you stopped squirming and sighed in defeat. “Fine.. I guess taking a short nap wouldn’t hurt.” Kirishima grinned as he hugged you tight. 

He carefully placed you on your bed and put a blanket on top of you while you stared at him with half lidded eyes. Your yawn caught Kirishima off guard for a second then he chuckled. “Take a good rest Y/n.” He kissed your forehead then left, but you stopped him halfway from leaving the room.

“Can you stay with me?”

He froze and looked at you with a red face. Kirishima then smiled and nodded.

“Of course, anything for you.”

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E/n: I did this all 4 at night so expect some of it to not make sense.

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So you wanted requests? Can I maybe get a breeding kink with Ransom Drysdale? I feel like we don’t see that a lot and dammit we should! And maybe if you have time, Henry Cavill realizing he’s in love with his girlfriend? Like maybe she does something cute or funny and it just hits him that he loves her. Anyway I hope you feel better soon! Toothaches are the worst 🥺

Hey love, sorry for the long wait! Been trying to work more on my WIP’s and my collab. I’m gonna reply to this with the main request you put in with the Ransom breeding kink and then i’ll do a separate post for the Henry Cavill request.

I really hope you love this and i agree, this is something we don’t see enough of. 

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff, praise kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral (male receiving) and spit play (sorta, i guess) 18+

Word Count: 3,225

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Knock You Up

As a woman who firmly believes in romance and all of that mushy stuff, it sure is questionable as to why you’re in a relationship with Ransom Drysdale. He’s everything you should detest and yet you don’t, you adore him. 

He’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with and you cannot see that changing anytime soon. 

You’ve lost count of how many times your loyalty and love for Ransom has been questioned. Friends constantly ask and say

‘but why are you with him?’

or

‘you deserve better’ 

But you brush them off. Even his family, his own flesh and blood call you out on your apparent terrible choices. You just put it down to them not knowing him the way that you do. They don’t see the other side to him, the side that feels, loves and has a kind heart. 

Of course he isn’t always that way, he has a temper, he loses his cool. He kicks off, throws stuff, shouts and screams. And that’s just the aftermath of one of his family parties. Which you’re at right now.

You’ve been here for an hour with your boyfriend of 2 years and you’ve had just about enough of their digging and sarcastic remarks about your relationship. It’s like they are always mocking you. Making fun of you behind your back and to your face even, they have no shame. No remorse.

“What did you just say about me?” you speak up, after listening in on their conversation for long enough now “i’m sorry” Walt turns to face you, watching as you stand in the doorway, sipping at your drink.

“You heard me. You’re all having a jolly good time mocking my love life, the relationship i’m in with Ransom, why don’t you explain yourself” his smile soon drops, he’s straight faced, staring you down as he scoffs “i’m good thank you” you just chuckle as you walk over to him. 

You kneel down in front of him, your eyes locking on his “if you can’t explain yourself, the jokes you make, the digs. Then i suggest you keep your ugly mouth shut” you mutter, earning gasps from everyone in the room. Including Ransom who is more shocked at your attitude and bravery. You’ve always been the type to just sit pretty and ignore everything whenever you’ve attended a Thrombey party. Not tonight though, no, tonight you’re finally sticking up for yourself and your boyfriend. 

“He’s your family and you all treat him like dirt. You should really take a good look at yourselves in the mirror, because you’re all disgusting” you stand up as you speak, glancing over at Ransom who starts laughing, unable to hold it in, you laugh too.

“God i’ve spent 2 years holding all of that in and i’m so glad to finally say it. Walt, you’re a stuck up, old as fuck, ugly hearted bastard. Joni, you’re a money grabbing, selfish and self centred bitch. And as for you two, Linda, Richard. I’m glad that i don’t have to play nice with you anymore. The pair of you should have never been allowed to be parents. Ransom might be a lot of things but at least deep down he has a kind heart and one of the best personalities i’ve ever had the privilege to see. But you wouldn’t know that would you? Because all you’ve done his whole life is throw money his way and pray for the best results. It’s sad. Tragic even. Come on Ransom, we’re leaving” you strut out, Ransom follows closely behind.

Once you’re in the beamer, he crashes his lips to yours. It’s fiery and passionate.

“Have i ever told you just how much i love you?” he says as he turns the key in the ignition before stepping on the gas to get the fuck away from all of them.

“You might have a couple of times” you giggle, his free hand finds yours as he drives, holding it and intertwining your fingers before lifting it to his mouth so he can press a couple of quick kisses to your hand. He really worships the ground you walk on. 

And that just makes you love him more. He treats you like a princess whilst also fucking you like the whore that you are for him, every day and night. 

He pretty much speeds his way back to your shared place, well it was his place before you moved in and now it’s both of yours. Courtesy of Harlan Thrombey of course. One of the few members of Ransom’s family that you actually have the time of day for.

Ransom pulls up to your house and as soon as the engine stops, he’s rushing out and jogging round to your side to help you out, as he always does. He pulls you from your seat, lifting you up into his arms before kicking the door shut and continuing to carry you bridal style inside.

“Ransom” you squeal as he smacks your ass before putting you down.

He spins you around, making you go dizzy. 

“You were on fire tonight baby, might have to rile you up more often” you smack him playfully on his chest, rolling your eyes as you do so.

“I’m sorry i know they are your family and all and i’m supposed to just keep out of it but they make it so hard to do that when they are constantly bashing you and mocking what we have” you say, you can hear the care in your voice. How much he means to you and how much the relationship means to you. 

“It’s fine baby, really. I know i joke about it and play it off but really it’s fine. It stopped getting to me years ago. All that matters to me is you and our life together. Nothing else can faze me” you stand on your tip toes, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips. Which of course he does. 

Your lips fit together so perfectly, it’s almost as if you were made for each other. 

And you believe that you were. You’ve always been a firm believer in soulmates. Someone for everyone, even Ransom Drysdale. A man who most would describe as an asshole. But even he found someone, he found you. The only woman that can bring him to his knees, the only person that knows everything about him that there is to know. 

You know all of his sweet spots, all of his kinks, all of his secrets. It took him a while to get there but when he did, it was so special. When he finally opened up, properly. 

Like the first time he cried in front of you, it broke your heart. It was actually the night you first slept with him. You were a virgin when you first met him so naturally, you made him wait. 

You really weren’t kidding with the whole ‘he’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with’ thing. It’s the truth. 

“I love you so much, you know that right? I never want to lose you, i want to be with you for the rest of my life” you say, cupping his face with your small hands, making sure to give him direct eye contact so he can see you properly. 

“I know. I love you too, i’ve never felt like this about anyone. You’re never getting rid of me now baby, you and me forever” you smile before diving back into the kiss. 

Tongues battle for dominance and teeth nip at bottom lips as you both tug at each others clothes. There’s a strong hunger that’s become very prominent since you left the party. Actually no, the hunger you have for each other is always prominent. You always crave each others touch and kisses.

“I want you so badly” you moan out as you remove his grey cable-knit sweater and he removes your tank top. You jump up, letting him catch you and you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts walking to your shared bedroom, laying you down on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Soft to the touch. Makes it even harder for you to leave the bed every morning.

“Do you have any idea how turned on i am by you?” he starts, removing the rest of his clothes and his boxers before hovering above you “you sticking up for me against my highly dysfunctional family and putting them in their place” you giggle from his open mouthed kisses as they begin at your jawline and trail down to your neck.

“No but i’m sure you can show me just how much” he pulls away, giving you the look. The look that even by now you know means he’s taking you up on that request. And boy will he show you how much he loves you and how hard you make him.

He gets off the bed and stands at the foot of it, signalling for you to join him and when you do he glares at you “do i even need to ask you pretty girl?” you shake your head no as you sink down to your knees, taking his hard cock in your small hand and pumping it a couple times. 

You give the tip a couple of kitten licks to rid it of the pre cum that’s leaked out during the lead up to this moment. He groans as you take him in your mouth for the first time, throwing his head back and letting his mouth fall open slowly “oh god, just like that. Such a good girl” he praises, taking your hair in his hands to hold it up and out of your face, letting you really go for it.

And you do.

Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth and he stills your head so that he can take over “that’s a good little cock slut” he mutters, his thrusting pace picks up, grunting and groaning each time you gag and splutter all over him.

All of a sudden he pulls out. He bends down to pick you up and throw you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.

“You like sucking daddy’s cock, hm? Like causing a big mess all down yourself baby?” you nod, biting your lip “yes daddy” he smirks, as he wipes your chin.

“Open that mouth for me” you do as you’re told, opening nice and wide for him. He hovers over you once again, lowering his head and spitting into your mouth “like that huh? want me to do that to your cunt, spill my cum inside of it after i fuck you senseless?” you can’t help but feel more turned on as the minutes tick by. He’s always been able to get you crumbling so fast. He knows all the tricks.

“Yes. Please cum inside me”

He slowly removes the rest of the clothes that cover you up. The bra that hides your breasts. You arch your back, allowing him room to unhook it before tossing it behind him, setting them free. He leans down to show them love. Pinching the hardened peaks in his fingers before taking one in his mouth. Sucking and biting.

He shows the same amount of love to the other nipple before pulling off with a pop.

Next up are your jeans, he slides them off once undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

And now you’re left in nothing but your red lacy panties. He licks his lips, growling as his eyes rake over your figure “so sexy”. His fingers hook into the waistband before he removes them in an instant. Like it didn’t even take him a second to do it. 

You spread your legs for him, giving him a good show “look at this” he grazes his knuckles over it before pulling his hand away and tossing your panties. 

Once they are on the floor he kisses his way back up to your sex, starting at your legs. You feel shivers all over your body as he gets higher, the pool in between your legs is growing more and more with each one he presses to your skin.

“Please, hurry. I need you” you beg, gripping onto the strands of his hair. He just tuts “so desperate to be fucked, to get stuffed full of my cum aren’t you?Well not so fast baby, let daddy take his time” you arch your back as your head falls back down to the sheets underneath. 

“I need you now though, i need your cum now” he chuckles, as his face is now inches from your soaked pussy “oh you need it do you? And why’s that sweetheart?” you just hum in response, enjoying the feel of his breath on your clit. 

“I asked you a question baby” you prop yourself up on your elbows “i love how it feels when you spill your cum inside of me” you lie as he licks across your folds briefly before pulling away.

“Let me guess. You want my cum so you can have my baby is that it? Should know by now that you can’t fool me sweetheart” you feel your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of your broody side coming out, now of all times. 

“Wait, no. That’s not it” you lie again. The thing is, Ransom is a lot of things but one thing you’ve always assumed of him is that he’s not the father type. That kids will never ever be a thing he wants. You don’t want to scare him away with how you feel. Lying is the best option right now. You don’t want to kill the buzz.

“Now now, don’t get all hasty. My woman wants a baby, she’s getting a baby” your mouth hangs open in shock as he moves upwards so that his head is level with yours. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“So wet for me, just the way i like you”

He slams in without warning, not that you expected one. It’s Ransom. You should be used to it by now. You grip onto his biceps, letting him ram into you again and again. With each thrust you move further up the bed. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him in even deeper, you need to feel him deeper.

“Daddy” you moan, your toes curl “you like this? Like me fucking this tight cunt, stretching it out nicely” you nod, biting your lip as you cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. 

The kiss soon turns into a make out session to which you break away from, taking his tongue with you as you suck on it before he licks his fingers and presses them down onto your bundle of nerves.

“SHIT” your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every nerve in your body going crazy at how good he’s making you feel. All the hairs standing on end, goosebumps appear. 

The tip of his cock pokes at your g-spot and you can quite literally feel him in your stomach at this point.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty little pussy?” he moves his hand from your nub to your stomach “want me to put a baby in here? hm? would you like that sweetheart?” you can’t even muster up a single word to respond to him with. The pleasure is mind blowing and toe curling. You know if things continue like this then you won’t last much longer.

“God i want to knock you up so badly, make me a real daddy” he chuckles “you’re gonna make the best mother. Nothing like mine. You’re gonna care for our child like mine should have” his pace is rendering on animalistic at as the coil twists and twists.

“Gonna watch you glow as you carry our child” 

“Yes. Ransom. Fuck” he keeps going “make you my wife some day huh? would you like that? To marry me, be my wife?” all the words that you never expected are leaving his mouth as he grunts and growls, shocking you to your core. 

You never imagined him to ever want marriage or kids and yet here you are. Discussing it as he fucks you so good. As he pushes you close to a state of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 

“Yes, i want that. I want all of that with you, please, give it to me. Fill me up daddy, give me your cum” he lowers his head, burying it into your neck, kissing and sucking.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum daddy, make me cum” you whine, reaching your hands around to his back, scratching at it as you let him send you toppling over that cliff for your sweet release. 

Your walls flutter around him deliciously, gripping onto his cock and keeping him from leaving you completely. 

His thrusts go from fast and rough to slow and hard, he’s close now. You pull his head from your neck so you can look into his eyes as you say “give me your cum baby, make me a mommy” and that’s all he needs to fall.

“Fuck”

“Gonna fucking knock you up”

“Give you a baby”

“My little fucking whore wants to be a mommy huh? Then she’s gonna be a mommy”

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock like that sweetheart, milk me”

“Fuckkkkk, i’m cumming” 

Soon enough you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you before the warmth of his seed spurts inside of you, painting your walls and doing exactly what you both wanted, filling you up.

“god, that was incredible” he pants, falling down onto the bed, beside you. You both just lay there, trying to take in everything that’s just happened. 

Everything you both just said.

“So you want a baby” you speak up, breaking the silence “i do. I never thought i’d ever say that but i do. But i only want one with you, i only want any of that serious shit with you” he turns on his side, you join him. 

His thick digits trace their way down your arm and eventually falling onto your waist and resting there.

“I didn’t think you were after all of that?”

“It’s you Y/N. You do this to me. How have you done this to me? I never wanted any of these things before and yet with you, i want it all and nothing else matters except from you. You’re the only person i care about” 

“I love you so much Ransom”

“And i love you, more than you know”

You kiss him quickly.

“I guess now this means more sex for us, we won’t make a baby doing it twice a day”

You squeal when he picks you up as he gets off the bed. He carries you over to the bathroom and into the shower.

“You gonna let daddy fill you up again baby?”

You just nod as you feel him slide inside of you, his cock still hard. How is that even possible. Once the shower is turned on and the water cascades over your naked bodies, he pushes you up against the wall. Picking his pace up gradually.

You can’t wait to spend forever with him.

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[cosmic-goddess-leo]

White Wedding

AgedUp!Bokuto x Reader SMUT

Summary: Bokuto and (Y/n) celebrate their wedding in the best way possible

WordCount: 1627

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Daddy Kink, choking

Author’s Note: This is a lil birthday gift for @allywritesimagines​ , I hope you like iiit!

Car rides with Bokuto were usually anything but quiet. He was as bouncy and energetic during long trips on the road as he was any other time of the day.

So why was he so quiet now?

It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, (Y/n) knew that much. The silence was thick with sexual tension, enough to suffocate the two as they drove to the cabin they had rented for the week. It made (Y/n) fan at themselves, grateful they had changed out of their wedding dress and into something more comfortable.

The silk garment was meant to be their dress for the reception, something more breathable and easier to move in as opposed to the gown they had selected for their big day. But (Y/n) would be lying if they said they picked it unaware it would drive Bokuto mad the entire night.

Based on the way his eyes occasionally trailed from the road to glance at the fabric riding up (Y/n)’s thigh, they knew they made a good choice.

The tension only thickened when the cabin came into view. (Y/n) couldn’t hold back the smile that bloomed on their face, especially when Bokuto began to visibly shift in the driver’s seat from excitement.

Bokuto wordlessly shut off the car, came around to the passenger’s side, and opened the door for (Y/n). “Our honeymoon suite awaits, my love.”

(Y/n) smiled wider before practically leaping out of the car and into Bokuto’s arms, causing the two to burst into a fit of giggles. He kicked the car door shut before adjusting (Y/n) to hold them bridal style.

He effortlessly carried them into the cabin, breathing in the scent of the hardwood floors and walls. Bokuto wanted to savor this moment, walking through the threshold of the cabin, officially beginning his honeymoon with the love of his life in his arms.

He was soon pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a familiar plush pair of lips pressing kisses along his strong jawline. Bokuto glanced down at his spouse, lips quirking up into a smirk when their eyes met. He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand, but he didn’t need to be a genius to know what was on their mind.

(Y/n) opened their mouth to say something witty, but Bokuto was already halfway up the stairs and on his way to the bedroom when they finally realized what was going on.

They squealed as Bokuto tossed them onto the large bed, slipping into another fit of giggles as he quickly pounced on them, causing the bed frame to creak. 

“What’s on the agenda for tonight, husband?” they purred, reaching up and shedding him of his black suit jacket.

“I have a few ideas...” he smirked, a glint in his eye as (Y/n) began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

(Y/n) felt their mouth water once Bokuto tossed aside the dress shirt, his bare chest practically glowing from the moonlight shining through the bedroom windows.

They watched intently as his muscles moved and flexed when he removed his slacks and underwear, their eyes immediately being drawn to their husband’s freed cock.

If anyone had a dick that could be described as ‘beautiful,’ it would be Bokuto. A man as big as he was of course had a cock to match, the girth enough to cause the perfect amount of pain mixed with pleasure with each thrust.

Their thoughts were interrupted with the snap of Bokuto’s fingers, forcing their eyes to meet his. “Someone’s distracted...” he tsked, his fingers trailing from (Y/n)’s ankles, up their calves, and to their thighs where the silk dress had rode up. “I think I need to get your attention...”

Without warning, he lifted the dress up to (Y/n)’s hips and shoved his face between their thighs. A moan escaped his lips once me pressed a kiss to their clothed core, causing one to bubble from (Y/n)’s lips as well. “You’re already soaking through your panties for me, huh?”

(Y/n) felt ready to gush at his cocky tone. Their eyes never left his as Bokuto tugged off their underwear with his teeth before tossing the lacey garment aside.

Bokuto eagerly returned to his previous spot between their legs and began lapping at their folds, moaning in ecstasy at their taste. (Y/n) moaned shakily, instinctively attempting to press their thighs together only for Bokuto to hold them apart.

He took hold of one of their thighs and propped it onto his broad shoulder, allowing more access to the pussy he was currently feasting on. Bokuto was always so eager when he ate (Y/n) out, his tongue working wonders against their folds while his thumb traced tight circles on their clit.

(Y/n) already felt so close to bursting that it wasn’t fair. Their hands wove into Bokuto’s wild hair, gripping at the dual-toned locks in an attempt to slow him down.

Bokuto only growled against their cunt, his mouth now focusing on their clit and sucking roughly at the bundle of nerves. (Y/n)’s moans began to grow louder as they clenched around nothing, aching to be filled by whatever Bokuto was willing to offer.

“Daddy please!” (Y/n) squealed, their legs quivering from the sheer amount of pleasure they were receiving.

Bokuto smirked from between their legs, dragging his tongue up their entrance as he stared into their eyes. “Please? That’s so unspecific...”

Just as (Y/n) felt like they were on the brink of damn tears Bokuto plunged two fingers into their core, immediately pushing them over the edge to their first orgasm. (Y/n) writhed and moaned wildly, all while Bokuto smirked up at them.

“Ohhh damn baby, so quick!” he teased, licking (Y/n)’s slick off his lips as he continued pumping into them. “Got another one in you before I fuck you properly?”

(Y/n) quickly shook their head, their breathing uneven as they struggled to ride out their high. It was difficult to focus on anything when Bokuto had his fingers fucking into them roughly.

“I think you do...” he trailed off as he curled his fingers inside of (Y/n), pulling more moans from their parted lips. “Daddy knows you can deliver for him, yeah?”

Damn him and those arms... they thought, clenching around him as they watched his veiny arms flexing with each pump of his fingers. 

“F-Fuck you, Daddy...” they whimpered, fingers gripping the covers of the bed like a vice.

Bokuto’s hand was around (Y/n)’s throat in an instant, her juices rubbing off onto her neck. “That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” he growled, adding pressure to their windpipe.

(Y/n) was so caught up in the feeling of being choked that they almost didn’t notice Bokuto’s tip prodding into their slit. The corners of their lips twitched up into a slight smirk as they gripped their husband’s muscular arm, urging him to choke them harder. “Wouldn’t be much fun otherwise, would it?” they murmured.

Bokuto only answered with the snap of his hips, hissing through his gritted teeth at (Y/n)’s tight heat. (Y/n) practically screamed, throwing their head back in bliss at the sudden feeling of Bokuto filling them.

He swore he almost lost himself in that first thrust every time he fucked (Y/n), the only thing keeping him grounded each time was the way (Y/n) squealed and cried for more.

As if on queue, (Y/n) dug their nails into Bokuto’s arm, practically sobbing for him to start moving. Who was Bokuto to deny his spouse?

Bokuto began thrusting into (Y/n) roughly, his moans mingling with theirs as he kept them pinned beneath him. His powerful body had the bed frame shifting with each thrust, the sound of the furniture struggling to accommodate their fucking almost making (Y/n) laugh.

They willed themself to wrap their legs around Bokuto’s thick hips, their moans going up an octave at the new angle. It allowed Bokuto’s cock to hit their g-spot perfectly with each thrust.

Bokuto suddenly braced his free hand against the headboard, his chest heaving as he felt his orgasm approaching fast. He leaned down towards his lover, pulling them by their throat to meet him halfway.

His golden eyes stared into theirs, lust and desperation swirling in his pupils. Their moans echoed through the room, intermingling with the sounds of skin smacking against skin as they neared the end.

Bokuto crashed his lips against (Y/n)’s, giving them the extra push they needed to reach their orgasm. (Y/n)’s strangled moans were muffled by Bokuto’s lips for only a moment.

He parted from their lips, pressed his forehead to theirs, then gave his own strangled groan, his hips practically spasming as he painted (Y/n)’s walls white with his thick cum. 

His fingers twitched around (Y/n)’s throat, tightening his grip as they both rode out their orgasms. He finally released them from his powerful grip and allowed them to lay back against the mattress completely.

Bokuto kept himself propped above his partner, not wanting to unsheathe himself from their heat quite yet. The two laid there, still connected to one another as they steadied their breathing and savored the moment with one another.

(Y/n) felt themselves dozing off until Bokuto pressed a sweet kiss to their lips, then their nose, then their cheek, then their throat.

“I love you...” he breathed, locking eyes with his spouse once more.

They looked lovingly back into his eyes, causing a small smile to pull at his lips as they cupped his cheek. “I love you more...”

[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

“Newlyweds because of alcohol.”

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: /

It was a celebration day in the honor of your 1 year at Intelligence. You got to dress to impress.

At 8PM you were standing in front of your mirror and mentally preparing yourself to walk through the antique doors of the most amazing pub in the world. You wore a beautiful dress, your hair and makeup was done. You felt beautiful and you couldn't wait to let loose for one night with the people you love the most on this world.

Your Uber waited outside your building by Adam's orders. He strictly told you not to drive yourself there because he planned on getting you drunk out of your mind. The ride was quick and nerve wrecking. You never got drunk in front of your colleagues and you didn't know what to expect.

You stand in front of the pub and take deep breaths. "You got this man." You almost touch the knob to open the door when you pull away like it's on fire. "Stupid nerves." You turn around and see people walking down the street, feeling too embarrassed to stay outside and let those people watch you panic you don't think and swing the doors open.

"Everybody look who decided to join us!" Atwater shot up from his seat the moment you walked through the doors.

Several of your colleagues came to hug the bell out of you and others like Adam were a bit tipsy already. "SUP Y/N." Adam Ruzek held his hand out for you to shake firmly. You cringed when he gave your hand a tougher squeeze than you expected. You shake your hand in the air and flex your fingers after you pull away.

"Y/N."

"Jay Halstead," You grin at your partner before putting your crushed hand out. "Please don't crush my hand like Ruzek did."

"Who said that I was going to shake your hand," He smiles mischievously and wraps his arms around you. "Happy 1 year at Intelligence, partner."

You don't ignore the fact that your heart skipped a beat at this interaction, "I knew I liked you."

"Wait so you're saying that you didn't like me before this?" He follows you to the bar and takes a seat next to you. You order a drink that's strong enough to have both Jay and Otis who's at the bar today gaping at you.

You give them a look after you take the shot of alcohol in a seconds before turning back to Jay, "I didn't say I didn't-. You know what?"

Jay flexes his body as he leans against the bar and you do your best to ignore his muscles, "I hated your guts the first few weeks."

"You hated me?"

"Duh, of course I did. I mean, anyone in my place would," You start going down memory land of all the times Jay Halstead was a harsh senior detective dick towards you. "But don't worry, you earned back my love and appreciation." When I caught you changing in the locker room.

"Yea thank Jesus I did."

***

The night starts passing in a blur. A lot of alcholol is drank that Molly might be good with money for a whole week. Jay gave you twenty different cocktails to try throughout 60 minutes. Now alcohol and the atmosphere were morging into a mess of different faces and people. You briefly remembered dancing with at least six random guys before Jay approached you and not so politely told them to fuck off.

Then you and Ruzek had a drinking competition that had the whole Molly's focused on you. You remember Jay massaging your shoulders after each round and yelling "You got this partner!"

"No I fucking don't!" Your face was flushed from all the alcohol but Jay thought you looked adorable. "Ruzek I need... to...consult...my coach." You grab Jay by his collar and drag him to the other end of the bar. "I'm goin' crazy!"

Jay never saw you like this before. He had to admit this kind of was his fault. He did give you 20 cocktails. But he couldn't help it - he loved you like this.

"I-i mean... Did you see that beast?!"

"Who? Ruzek?" Jay tried to supress his laughter by putting a hand over his mouth. His eyes followed your rigid packing, you were going left and right in slurry movements.

"C'mon Y/N you got this." He grabbed your shoulders whilst you were jumping up and down like a boxer. You swinged your fists and tried to shake Jay off.

"Conor McGregor got nothin' on meh." You said confidently. Then you slipped out of his grasp and marched towards a laughing Ruzek like a champ.

You lost.

Tears fell down your cheeks when you saw Ruzek get the pizza. It didn't help that everyone was laughing their butts off at you. "You-you worked with the devil!" You accused Ruzek as you watched him stuff his mouth with pizza. "I hope you throw it up."

He completely ignored you and still continued to munch the pizza which only made your drunk butt more angry. "Imma kill you...in your sleep." Everyone let out a big round of 'oooh' and they all reminded Ruzek to be careful.

You proudly square your shoulders. "He's afraid of me."

"Damn right he is Y/N!" Atwater shot up the moment he regained his calmness. You were too drunk to notice the phone he had in his hands.

You continue to say nonsense. You raised your hand with less coordination than a concussed troll and slurred more than spoke, "Whiiiissssskeeey."

"Y/N c'mon tell him you love him!" Atwater nagged. He wanted you to finally confess your undying live for Jay.

You switch your gaze to your partner and stare him down. He's laughing like a maniac whilst looking at your drunken self. You grab his broad shoulder and slap your other hand on his cheek. Then for effect you drunkenly yet softly brush your hand over his cheek. "I love you." You whisper and if you weren't drunk you would see the emotion in his eyes at your words.

"Damn guys I think we're getting married!" He says laughing and winds his strong arm over your shoulder. Everyone looses it completely at his words. And so so you.

Sober detective Y/N Y/LN is secretly crushing on her partner detective Jay Halstead.

Something in you snaps when you adjust your body against his own. It's like a switch is turned off. "Guys I think she's out." The voice belongs to Kim Burgess.

"Ah man. I was hoping to get more footage!"

"Atwater I think you've got enough. Partys over guys! I'm taking her home."

In a blur or movements you're standing outside in the cold. The harsh wind is like a slap in the face and your eyes shoot open. "Jesus Christ no... Get back in side Y/N." You talked to yourself. Your wobbly feet were supposed to get you back inside but Jay's strong arm around your middle prevented you from doing so. "But it's soooooo cold."

"I'll warm you up. Let's go." You giggled at his words and immediately obayed. Jay couldn't help but roll his eyes at you adoringly.

The walk to the car wasn't unpleasant. In fact Jay was peeing his pants because of you. You couldn't walk properly but everything around you seemed to interest you. Like the bright orange fire hydrant. You kept walking in drunken circles around it and kept trying to pull it out of the ground all while saying how Kelly could do it in no time with his big bad muscles. "Right Jay boy? Kelly could do this in -3 seconds!"

That's when Jay decided it would be best to give you a lift to his car. He grabbed you and carried you bridal style to his car. "This is our wedding night," You smiled happily and rested your head on his shoulder. "I forgive you for not getting me a ring."

Then you went as far as poking his cheek and left side of his chest (where his heart is), "But I need a ring Jay. Big and shiny ring."

He chuckled, "I thought you were more into simple things." He wasn't wrong, sober you liked things simple yet meaningful. Drunken you on the other hand was the biggest queen ever. "I deserve the best! Best, best, best!!!"

"Right fiancé. Copy that." He said and you gave his cheek a big kiss. Jay couldn't deny the rise in his heart beats, he even wished that you were sober at that moment. This night was solid proof that he wanted to be more with you. He couldn't ignore the winks Burgess have him. He was positive you liked him as much as he liked you.

Once he settled you into the car he got into the driver's seat and saw that you were completely passed out. Smiling, he draped his jacket over your petite body and settled into his seat whilst checking his messages.

Jay let out a laugh when he saw what Ruzek sent him. It was a picture off all the guys with Ruzek in the middle. Ruzek was holding a pink ring pop with pure glee.

"I'm taking care of the ring. Congrats future newlyweds."

A big part of Jay knew he wasn't joking.

[dumpsiteforfics]

Heat (Part 2)

Pairing : Spencer Reid x Anthony DiNozzo

Fandoms : criminal minds, NCIS

Warnings : None.

Spencer’s heat is close and instead of being home with his alpha, he is dragged to the club by his teammates.

Part 1

Spencer was buzzing with nerves. He was feeling symptoms of his heat and it was making him jumpy and frustrated. He should've said no. He knew that but at least his alpha was coming. And then they will go back to their home, where he will be able to make a nest and then they will stay inside their nest till the heat gets over. He was looking forward to losing his inhibitions and succumbing to the passion without any care in the world!! Just then he got a whiff of that familiar scent of his alpha and once his eyes rested on Tony amongst all the crowd, he forgot all about his team as he stood up, jumping into his alpha's warm embrace. 

As Tony's arms enveloped around him, Spencer felt everything around him come to halt. He could never understand how Tony managed to calm all the chaos around him. Just a simple hug from his alpha and he could easily forget all his worries and feel safe and loved. He was yearning for his alpha’s scent all evening, and now that he was in those strong arms, he craved to just bury his nose in the crook of that neck and take in all of that lovely scent. Tony seemed to have understood the sentiment, as his hand slowly cupped back of his neck as he let him scent. 

Unknown to Spencer, Tony was currently also busy glaring at none other than his boss, Aron hotchner. Tony tightened his arms around his waist as he saw the remaining team members of Spencer come back from the dance floor and were staring at both of them. 

None of them except Hotch and Gibbs were aware about their relationship. They were together for more than two years and still, none of the teammates knew anything about their relationship. They were not yet bonded but Tony was planning to ask the question soon, and he thought this was a better moment to come out to Spencer’s team.

Derek decided to break the complete silence they were all into, “So, who are you and why’s our Pretty Boy wrapped around you?”

Tony understood a challenge when he saw one, and Derek Morgan was surely trying to challenge him. He could see it in his stance, the way he stressed the word Our Pretty Boy rang a bit too badly in Tony's ears. Spencer was no one’s, not even his own, and his team wasn’t an exception. Though he was an alpha, he hated claiming someone as your property, and even if Derek didn’t mean anything bad by it (hopefully?), Tony still growled. He instantly softened as Spencer whined a little at the threat his alpha was imposing and even though Tony would’ve loved to set Derek to his place, Spencer was more important. So he slowly pulled away from Spencer, shushing him softly as he tried to protest and cupped his face tenderly. Big, hazel eyes were full of worry and fear and all Tony wanted was to take his Omega away from this place and within safety of their nest. 

“Let me just tell them why I’m here, and why they should stop bullying into doing things when you don’t want to. I won’t fight, I promise. Nothing is more important than taking you back home, and I’m not going to forget that. Can you wait for a few more minutes baby? ”

Spencer nodded, “I-- I can wait, just I don’t want you to be physically away from me. I think it's closer than we thought, I need your touch.”

Tony smiled and looped his arm around Spencer’s waist, pulling him in a sideway hug. Then once he was sure his Omega was tucked warmly in his arms, he stepped forward towards his omega’s team. He nodded towards Hotch who returned it, indicating both men knew each other.

“Hey hotch, I think it’s about time we introduced myself to Spencer’s team.”

Aron nodded, and then turned back to his team, while he started introducing Tony, “Guys, this is Anthony DiNozzo, Spencer’s Alpha!”

Tony saw the way Derek’s jaw clenched but ignored it. He didn’t want to ask though he knew there were bound to be some feelings which neither derek nor aron seemed to understand when it came to their fierce protective instinct towards Spencer. He always had a doubt about how Aron seemed to treat younger agent with tender care and how Derek always seemed to be touchy-feely around his omega. It wasn’t just because Spencer was Omega and those two were Alpha, it was deeper than that. But Tony was lucky enough to have met Omega and had made his intention to pursue the omega clear. Tony knew Spencer didn’t have feelings for anyone except Tony, and that was enough for him. He didn’t care who loved Spencer, as long as Spencer kept loving him and was happy with him.

He decided to not waste any more time with questions and started talking about one thing he thought mattered more,”I didn’t want to meet you all under such circumstances, but it was out of my hands. Spence is most likely to undergo his heat tonight and he wanted to be home where he can be safe and loved without any worries. He tried to tell you there was a personal reason why he wanted to go home, because he is not a person who could admit things like that in the open. As a friend and as a family, you should’ve seen he wasn’t comfortable with the plan, you are profilers so that’s not a difficult thing. But you didn’t listen to him, and he is here, frustrated and hypersensitive because of the loud voices, unknown people and overwhelming scents bothering him. I hope you think about his reasoning and figure out how to respect his choices soon. I would like it if this never happens again. ”

Aron understood and was almost ashamed that he wasn’t there when this all happened. JJ, Emily looked properly scolded and Penelope was still staring open mouthed at Spencer’s alpha. Derek on the other hand looked too wired and Aron knew he was going to say something they will regret in future so he cut in before Derek could speak, his voice calm, strong and leaving no space for opposition.

“I understand Tony. I’m ashamed that I wasn’t there when this all happened. I should’ve realised it sooner. Take him home and I promise you this won’t happen again.We can all meet once again after his heat is over and talk under different circumstances. I’m sorry on behalf of my pack.”

Tony nodded, taking one look at Morgan, knowing he wanted to oppose but the next instant he turned his attention back to his Omega. Nothing was more important than him and he wanted to take him back home before things went out of hand. WIthout any further words, Tony carried his Omega bridal style, chuckling as he squealed in delight, and started walking towards his car.

“Let’s go home love, we still need to make our nest. I can’t wait to have you in my arms, naked, sleepy and warm!!”

The only response he received from Spencer was a little nip on his jaw, and he knew Spencer was going to be just fine.‘

[littlebitoffanfic]

Without Question

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Character; Thomas Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: Can you PLEAAASEEEE do a Thomas Hewitt x reader where you’re getting beat up but Thomas finds you and beats the crap out of them before carrying you home and tending to your wounds? I get beat up a lot and I need the big boi to help 😓 AN: Im so sorry to hear that. don’t be afraid to speak up about stuff like this. I know its tough now but it will get better.

You limp along the road, trying to grit your teeth as your body aches in every way. You weren’t going fast and the road that normally took you and hour or so to walk was taking closer to triple that time. Grunting, you gave up and collapsed at the side of the road under a tree for some shade. Maybe when the sun set a little, you could carry on but right now, you were exhausted. Bring your legs up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them and leaned your forehead on your knees. With a throbbing headache, it was the best you could do. The only thing you could hope for is that they wouldn’t find you like this. You didn’t know if they were still after you. After giving them the slip in the woods, you hoped they would give up and leave you. Although that might be a stretch. You didn’t know how long you sat there, only that the sun had moved slightly. You were sleepy, and warm which meant you had started to drift off. There was no cars rushing past, no loud noises or distracting sounds. It wasn’t too long before you fell asleep. Your dreams numbed your pain for a while, taking you to the Hewitt house. They were your neighbours and you had known them since you were a child. You and Thomas had grown up as friends which had lead to your current situation. It wasn’t his fault, but you knew if he saw you like this he would blame himself. You were ostracized from the community for you friendship with the body with the skin condition. He hated himself for it. He hated that he was the reason you were treated badly in school and by adults. But you stayed by his side. That confused him. You had always chosen him without a second thought. You stayed by his side, grabbing his hand and pulling him to come with you as you ran off to play. The two of you had a truly deep connection, unlike anything he had ever had with anyone. You understood each other with out words. Luda Mae would watch, fascinated, as the two of you didn’t have to say anything to each other but still understood. Even now, while he worked at the factory and you were both older, she still saw that connection that was undeniable. A soft smile dawned your lips as you lulled between day dreaming and falling asleep. That was until you felt yourself being lifted up bridal style into strong arms. You jumped and looked up to see Thomas. He was starting down at you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern for your fragile form. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked away from him in embarrassment. You never wanted him to see you like this, ever. He must have been heading to yours to see you after work. Cuddling against his chest, you tried to hid your face but a hiccup left your lips. Thomas nuzzled his face against your hair in a soothing and comforting manner. “Hey! You got the freak to come save you?” A voice screamed out and you jumped, nearly falling out of Thomas’ arms. But his grip on you tightened when he heard the voice, a soft growl leaving his lips as he glanced over his shoulder to see your torments. Three men, ones you had grown up beside. They were older than you, but in this town it wouldn’t matter that they had beaten you. “im sorry.” You whispered to Thomas, grabbing onto his shirt as you start shaking again. You should have kept going, because then they would have never came across him. Thomas had managed to keep his distance from the three men for a few years now. No one even went too near his family’s land and you were just on the border. Even while working at the factory, no one would bother him because of the amount of knifes and butchering items around. They weren’t that stupid. But these three never grew up. They never saw Thomas as more than the timid boy who they could pick on and he wouldn’t stand up for himself. Thomas started to walk away, and you could feel the muscles in his arms and shoulders were tensing and untensing as if he was trying to calm himself. He needed to get you back, to take you away, to ‘save’ you. “Aww, the monster found himself a little whore. Go fuck her so we can get some ugly little runts.” The second man, Leo, called out, swaying a little on the spot as he took another swig from the rum bottle in his hand. Thomas froze on the spot, his eyes staring straight ahead as his eyebrows twitched slightly. He was already at war with himself about what he should do. “you’re lucky we let her run. You should be thanking us for not killing her.” The first called out. You knew he was called Steve, and the third was Jason who hollered in agreement. They were batting Thomas on. And it worked. Thomas took a deep breath before moving to the side. He lowered you down onto the ground by a tree, just ot the side of it so you couldn’t see the three men who were laughing and cackling. His eyes met yours, begging for something. And you knew what. Over the last few years, he had become increasingly protective over his family, over you. He could be violent if needed. He was asking your permission for exactly that. You gently nodded your head, giving him what he wanted, what he needed. With one nod back to you, his rose to his feet again and turned back to the men. They started to snicker, taunting him with words like “freak” and “monster” as he walked back out to stand on the road a little in front of where you were. You saw Leo stagger over, laughing as he finished the last drop of alcohol before turning the bottle so he was holding it by the neck. He then darted at Thomas, holding the bottle up and ready to smash over his head (or shoulder, which ever he could reach). But Thomas was quick. He grabbed the man forearm, taking the bottle in one hand and, in a swift and fast motion, twisted it so far back behind the man that it let out a loud sickening snap. Leo fell to the ground, gasping and crying out as he looked at his now broken arm. “hey!” Jason called out, running to help his friend. But Thomas, now with the bottle in his possession, smashed it across Jason face, causing shards of glass to fly across the road as a second man fell to his knees. In the span of less than a minute, Thomas had taken down two men to blubbering messes on the road. His attention now turned to Steve, who was watching as though in a trace. Probably so drunk he was trying to figure out if this was real. But Thomas had turned his attention on Steve and, with long and purposeful strides, made his way past the other two. Something in Steve finally clicked and started to scramble away, but in his haist, he lost his footing and ended up falling to the ground. He tried to pushing himself back, screaming profanities at Thomas. Thomas grabbed him by the hair and started to haul him back towards you. You push yourself up to stand. Well... using the tree to lean against as Thomas brought Steve in front of you, forcing him down to his knees. A loud growl left Thomas’ chest as he kept one hand clutching hair and the other grabbed his chin. He began to turn Steves head as the man cried out. Steve tried to pry Thomas’ hands off him, but was little use against Thomas. “What do you want!?” Steve cried out, his eyes squeezed shut as he bared his teeth in pain. Thomas looked up to you, and you instantly understand. “He wants you to apologies to me.” You tell Steve, managing to speak without your voice shaking at all. Steve groaned in pain as his eyes darted to his friends who were still lying on the ground, writhing in pain at their injuries. Just because Steve was drunk, didn’t mean he didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t. The way Thomas was holding him, the way he was twisting his head. If Thomas gave a sudden jerk, he would snap Steves neck very easily. “Shit.” He cried out. For a moment, you wondered if Thomas would crush the mans skull with his bare hands before breaking his neck. The thought, however sickening and disgusting, sent a small jolt through your body. Thomas was so powerful. He wasn’t a weak child who couldn’t do anything to defend himself anymore. Suddenly, it dawned on you. Thomas would certain enjoy snapping Steves neck in return for years of torment, but that wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted you and his family to not face torment for being a part of his life. He wanted to keep you all safe. If Steve ran back with Leo and Jason, they wouldn’t be able to press charges because of you. they would have to admit to hurting you, and the sheriffs wouldn’t want to risk you running to the governing authorities and spilling the secret on how corrupt they could be. At this moment, Thomas was untouchable. The Hewitts would be untouchable. “Fine, Fine! Im sorry!” Steve cried out, gasping for air. Thomas looked up to you, silently asking if it was enough, to which you smiled and nodded. He let go of Steve’s chin but still used his hair to toss him to the side and away from you. Thomas then scooped you up into his arms once again, and started to carry you back to your home as Steve tried to figure a way to get his friends back to town. You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Thomas carried you along the road as you leaned your head against his chest. Your body was sore, but your mind certainly didn’t feel as burdened or weak.   When he finally made it to your house, he set you down on the sofa in the living room. Without as so much as a glance at you, he went to your kitchen and grabbed the medical bag you kept in there along with a damp cloth. You sat up properly on the couch as you waited for him patiently. He was quick to get to work. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for the bruising, but the scuffs on your knuckles, palms and arms he could certainly clean up and bandage if needed. He worked without looking up at you and you let him. He was concentrating hard. And he was so gentle with you. Your mind wondered back to the men. He could have easily killed each of them with his powerful hands, and yet he was so gentle when he cared for you. you couldn’t help but smile. once he finished with your body, he got to his feet and went to the kitchen to wash the cloth. When he returned, he knelt down and started to wipe the blood off your cheek, being careful and gentle with you as always. Once the cut was clean, he put the cloth down and reached up, his fingertips dancing around the cuts and bruising on your cheek. You smiled, reaching up to cup his hand as you leaned into his touch. You didn’t care about the pain which felt like needles against your skin. Thomas suddenly grabbed both your hands. He held them tight as he lowered his head, resting his forehead on your lap. His body was trembling, and his hands squeezed your own. “This isn’t your fault, Thomas.” You breathed, your heart clenching as he shook his head. “its not. I promise. In fact, you saved me.” you let go of his hand so you could run your fingers into his hair, trying to sooth him. Whenever you were hurt like this, he knew it was because of him. Because of your connection to him. If he hadn’t had been around, you wouldn’t be like this. Thomas had got such a fright when he saw you against the tree. He feared the worse, unable to do anything but stare at you for a moment until he saw your shoulder raising and falling with breath. He would kill for you without question. He carried you to your home and set about trying to fix you. he tried to mirror what he had seen his mom do and what you had done for him when you had helped. But there was something about it being… you. He could handle the abuse, but there was something so kind and innocent about that made the injuries seem worse. you allowed one of your hands to slip under his chin and guide his head back up so you could get him to look you in the eyes. “Thank you.” you smiled at him, despite the pain you felt in your cheeks at the movement. Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his cheek, pausing there for a moment before leaning back. His eyes were closed as he took in the intimate gesture. When he opened them again, they were filled with love as he looked at you. It wasn’t something to approach here. You knew this wasn’t to be a moment filled with confession of love and part of you didn’t want that. you knew he loved you, deeply and without question. It was easy to see, and he would do anything you needed. No, right now, you just needed him to be… himself. Thomas raised from his knees so he could sit beside you. he handed you the remote for your TV which you used to switch it on. Once you found something, you cuddled into Thomas’ side, his arm immediacy wrapping around your shoulders. You pulled your legs up, so you were more lying on the sofa with Thomas. In half an hour, you would fall asleep. In 3 hours, Thomas would carry you up to your bed. In 3 hours and 2 minutes, he would press a soft kiss to your forehead as he lays you in your bed before sitting down on the floor next to you, like a dog guarding its own. In 4 hours, you would wake only for a moment to reach out to him and ask him to join you. In 8 hours, you would wake up, cuddling into him as the sunrise brought a fresh day which you could spend with him. And he would follow you without question.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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You lived in a small fishing village, a village that happened to have merpeople living in the waters, your towns mayor had come to an agreement. They didn’t harm the fisher men nor anyone swimming in the waters and in return the people wouldn’t hunt them into extinction. You thought it was a stupid rule and you were positive that the prince wouldn’t uphold this law, from what you heard he sounded like a prick.

You knew from some of the towns people and the Mayor that he was an  arrogant brat...nothing like his father. So when said Mayor approached you offering { though it sounded more like a nervous demand } that you marry him to further the treaty the stupid town made a century ago. You were beyond livid and was going to tell him off. This wasn't the 1600's it was the 21 century!

But once the man threatened to fire your father from the thing he made a living of...well you had to say yes.

So here you were, in a small church over looking the ocean wearing a fitting white gown.

You prayed that the only thing you had to do was to kiss him and he fucks off back into the ocean since well you really did not know what would happen after.

Hearing the knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts and before you knew it you were being escorted down the isle.

Heart pounding in your chest you were half expecting for some weird magic but you were shocked to see the back of a tall man then once he turned around you felt your breath leave your body.

He was handsome. Tall, dirty blonde though the color looked more dark in the light, he had ice blue eyes and a cocky smirk on his face with freckles  speckled across his. The young man honestly looked like he stepped right of a fairy tale and Adrian his name felt like it was royal but you didn't understand why he had legs and not a tail...well until your father whispered why.

No water...no tail...of fucking course.

Swallowing you took a step forward and then it all became a blur, the kiss, a stiff dance { the merman seemed he rather be somewhere else too }

Then the wedding night came and days passed then those days turned to weeks, months and soon it was coming upon a year to when you were both married.

You two would but heads a lot, though it was Adrian's fault...something you would tell your parents but they'd just sigh and let out a chuckle.

'just give it time.'

It wasn't until your husband took you to his home was when you started to see him in a different light.

Sighing from the small house that rested close to the beach you were waiting for Adrian to get home from what he ever did in the ocean.

Jumping from the slamming of the door you spotted the man dripping wet, a towel around his waist.

"We're leaving...lets go."

"Leaving...were?"

Grunting Adrian rolled his eyes as he grasped your wrist then pulled you to his waist.

"To meet with my father and mother...they'd like to properly meet you."

Looking up at him in shock you tensed then shook your head.

"If you didn't happen to notice I’m human ."

"No really is that what those things are?! I had no clue!"

Rolling your eyes, a small smile pulled at your lips Adrian just snorted though he then placed a small glass vile that was in his hands.

“Here drink this...it will help you breath under water.”

“Well that’s..interesting.” Shaking your head you downed the drink though you couldn’t help but cringe��from how sweet it was....well at lest it wasn’t gross. Not feeling any different you were about to question Adrian until he picked you up bridal style. 

Holding you protectively to his chest he carried you to the waters, wading out you just clung to his chest feeling how cold the water was.

“I really need to take you out here more.”He chuckled though you just pouted. “Oh haha! I don’t have a fin you know.”

Adrian shook his head though cupping your chin he brought your lips against his in a soft but passionate kiss.

Cheeks burning once he pulled back he then nodded at you. Still a little shocked from the kiss you felt your body to get tugged under the water. Expecting to not breath your body just relaxed.

You couldn’t believe that you were actually breathing under water! sadly it was short lived since Adrian was a fast swimmer, holding your hand tightly but gently. 

You didn’t know how long you two were swimming for but you did not care, the fish around you were beautiful and Adrian...he just looked so at peace, he looked happy.

It didn’t take long until you were both swimming {well he was pulling you along} through a tunnel, then you spotted light and soon you were both at an entrance. 

Adrian poked his head up from the pools though he then let out a sigh seeing his mother. 

“Get on my back, i’m going to change.”

Nodding your head you just let your body float over to his as your arms wove around his neck, then he started to move.

Standing in a large room that you assumed was Adrian’s you waited for his mother to come in. Clutching the robe closer to your body you inhaled the scent, it smelled of him and that made you smile.

Hearing a door opened you noticed a beautiful woman standing in the doorway and from what your husband told you, this was his mother.

“Um..I’m y/n...it’s nice to finally meet you again.” you held your hand out giving her a nervous smile.

Laughing the older woman shook her head holding your hand gently. “Of course I know you y/n, I think I’d know my own daughter.” she teased. “And Adrian will not stop talking about you.”

Hearing that made your cheeks burn though taking a deep breath you played with your finger.

“Um it is nice to finally be down here...everything is just so....beautiful.”

The older woman just nodded her head as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m happy to see you down here too! everyone will be excited to meet you.”

“Y-yea...so um do I have to take the vile every time or is it a one time deal kinda thing.”

“Vile? what do you mean....oh please tell me Adrian told you that you needed to drink a magic potion so you’ll be able to breath under water. My dear that is just a myth...it’s the kiss...a kiss from a mermaid will stop someone from drowning but it must be true love.” The woman was beaming at you now.

But that meant...true love..Adrian loved you, placing a hand over your chest a small smile came to your lips. 

“May I...can I see Adrian.?”

She let out a small laugh then nodded her head as she held your hand pulling you to where he was.

Standing tall { as you were still trying to wrap your head around that fact that they had legs } he was talking to some children, laughing with them.

Biting your lip the small smile on your face soon turned into a real full smile. He looked so happy and you could just tell by the look on his that he cared deeply for his people. Taking a deep breath you slowly walked over to him then took your hand letting your fingers weave through his.

Adrian looked at you in surprise though he smiled squeezing your hand he spent the rest of the week showing you the culture of his people and you got to see another side to him.

Another year had passed and now you were both inseparable, Adrian tended to stay in the beach house while on land but you could not get enough of his home and once your eyes finally adjusted to the waters to got to see how beautiful his tail really was. 

Inky black that reminded you more of a koi’s tail than anything, seeing it always took your breath away.

And Adrian, he just loved to bring you gifts, he loved to see your body adorned with pearls and jewels. 

Looking around it was always hard to leave this place, it felt more like home than the land did. Walking over to Adrian you grabbed his hand then tugged him down for a kiss as he let out a chuckle.

“Someone is feisty this morning.” Giving you a smile he let his thumb slowly slide across your cheek, he never thought he would find love with a human but here he was now and he knew he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Well I’ve got some news to give you.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve decided that I want to live down here with you, no more traveling back and forth, no more waiting to see you again...I know I will be happier here with you.”

Adrian’s eyes went wide but a smile came to his face. “What about your parents?”

“I already talked it over with them, they want me to be happy. Besides I think it would be for our child’s best interest that they grow up knowing this as their home.”

“A child....you mean...I’m going to be a father” Laughing he picked you up then spun you around. “Oh what do you think their fin would look like? do think they’ll be a strong swimmer? we must tell my mother and father.”

Giggling you just shook your head as the man carried you off, who knew you’d fall in love for a merman.

[wordsablaze]

Bombdiggity Brunets

Steve's caring nature gets him ambushed and of course Jonathan is the one to find and try to help the poor boy... Lowkey Stonathan. Enjoy!

A/N: Honestly, this just kinda happened and I thought I'd share rather than let it gather virtual dust. Warning for implied attempted rape, non-con kissing, and violence. (Not too graphic but I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.)

Steve pauses as he hears someone cry out in pain and glances into the alley he knows he should probably avoid because it looks so alike to the tunnels with the demodogs and he hasn't fully recovered from that yet, but he can't rid himself of the urge to help whoever is hurt.

"Is anyone there?" he asks, not even caring what a cliché move that is.

"Help… me…" someone croaks and Steve is moving forward in an instant, already thinking of how he can help them and who to call if they need to go to a hospital or something.

What he doesn't expect is for someone to jump out of the shadows and tackle him to the floor. He's in pain before he can cry out, his back slamming into the hard, unforgiving floor with a dull thud and his head throbbing as he fails to protect it from hitting the ground, a heavy ache thundering in his brain immediately.

"Who-?" Steve manages before there's a hand over his mouth and a fist on his chest.

He coughs, gasping, struggling, trying to get back on his feet, as more blows rain down on him like a plethora of unwanted gifts. It's not like he's never been in a fight before but he prefers using charm over actual physical violence, despite what most may believe. Even Billy's incessant taunts and interactions couldn't compare to the pain he was feeling now, worse than the injuries from fighting demodogs and the scars from fights with classmates, worse than heartbreak and hangovers, worse than anything he's ever felt before.

"Listen, I have money-"

"Shut it, brat. We don't need no money," someone barks, wrapping their hands around his neck with a force almost too strong to let him breathe, and, with a chilled sense of horror, Steve realises there's more than one person against him here. He'd thought there were too many punches and kicks for four limbs but it hadn't occurred to him that this was a set-up of some sort.

He whimpers as one of them knees his lower abdomen, making him curl into himself by instinct, while another holds his arms above his head, stroking his hair in a horribly affectionate manner. It only gets worse when one of them strokes his lower lip, pulling his mouth open with a cruel laugh.

There are hands where nobody else's hands should go but he can't stop them because they're inspecting his features as if he's a doll and he couldn't move even if he wanted to and anyway he can't bring himself to anger the people who'd just gleefully delivered to him a definite set of bruises.

He struggles as one of their faces ends up close enough for him to smell the alcohol, trying to wriggle his way out of their gang like a child trying to escape a nightmare. He's eighteen, he's an adult, he knows what they're probably trying to do but he's not ready, no-one's ever ready, he doesn't want to give in.

He's still struggling when someone's lips are on his and they're chuckling and there's an unwanted tongue in his mouth and they're biting down on his lip and ignoring his whines, and then there's someone else kissing him but it's more like an act of vengeance than one of love because they're invading instead of exploring and there are hands on his jaw, keeping him still in a hold that's sure to bruise, and he can't stay still, his eyes watering with hopelessness.

He has no choice but to go still when the end of a cigarette is pressed to his lip, the pain burning far worse than his panic. The others laugh and follow suit and soon enough, there's a burning on his stomach, two on the bottom of his feet, another on his wrist, and he's never ever hated the blasted cigarettes so much in his life. He slams his eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to block them out, trying to block everything out.

There's something – a damp piece of fabric that smells so bad it can't be good – in his mouth before he can think and he's choking, gagging, crying, coughing, struggling as laughter echoes in the alley and his hair is being pulled on and his arm is twisted behind him and his knees start to ache from being pushed into the stones on the ground as the cloth is taken away when someone changes their mind and he can't breathe and the world starts to blur and there's something that smells like alcohol but stronger, stranger, being shoved into his mouth and he's spitting, wretching, shuddering, sobbing as he tries to pretend he's alright.

There's someone else invading his mouth before he can breathe properly so he only inhales the scent of alcohol and the stench of cigarettes before he's coughing again, his eyes watering and his jaw aching, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shuts his eyes, gagging, struggling, scrambling for purchase on something, anything that can help him leave this situation, helpless.

"First time for everything, right, pretty boy?"

The men around him laugh, then he's being grabbed, pushed, and pulled this way and that, and he can't even move because he's so tired, so exhausted, and he wants this to stop, and someone's pulling on his shirt, ripping the delicate fabric and exposing his skin to the harsh ground before someone else is trying to figure out his belt and he's panicked again but there's no way to stop them because his vision is blurry and he can't figure out where he is and there are hands crawling all over his skin, another burn arising on his shoulder and another on his feet, one more in the fold of his elbow and a matching one on his other wrist, and they won't let him go and someone pulls on his jeans despite his meek kicking and muffled protests and there's a ringing in his ears that won't go away-

And everything goes silent.

There's a moment of calm where he hears nothing, sees nothing, feels nothing, and then he's being pulled again, shoved backwards, and his back hits the bricked wall with an alarming noise but he's folding into himself before he can register it, shaking and biting back sobs as he tries to wrap himself up in his shock and disbelief and hope.

He can hear people shouting and the sound of punches but that only makes him flinch and he only realises his shoes have gone when he flinches hard enough to scare himself further. He swallows his fear for a moment but the taste of a bitter drug in his mouth is suddenly too strong and he's heaving again, trying to rid himself of it and find his strength but he can't move because his limbs are frozen and he can see his belt lying discarded on the floor and suddenly it morphs into a demodog tail coming for him so he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to ignore everything.

It works.

For a while.

After what seems like an eternity and a half, there's a soft hand on his shoulder that still makes him jump but it's accompanied by soothing whispers and a caring hand pushing his sweat-soaked hair back with a kinder touch, one that wants to help and not hurt him.

"Hey, Steve, come on, can you stand?" someone is asking and he nods his head because he's king steve, babysitter extraordinaire, and he has to be okay but when he tries to stand, the burns on his feet scream in pain and his knees buckle and he can't help the sob that escapes him.

He's just so tired of being strong and looking out for others and never being able to complain because obviously rich boys can't have problems and he wants it all to stop but the world won't leave him alone and he always has to look after the kids because they're sure to get in trouble but he's trapped and-

The voice swears and Steve's abruptly pulled back into the showers after basketball and the rough smirk shoving him into lockers and angry parents shouting at him to clean the house and stop drinking so, before he can think, he's shaking and mumbling apologies, backing away and stumbling over himself until he's on the floor again, curled around himself and violently shaking his head as he tries to block out everyone, especially whoever's swearing at him.

"No, Steve, hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, come on man, trust me."

As much as he doesn't want to, there's a sincerity to the voice and the pounding in his head makes it hard to refuse and he finds himself leaning on the other boy, limping to avoid stepping on the burns on the soles of his feet.

It takes him a few blurry minutes but he recognises the uniform brown bangs and the hunched shoulders and the hidden anger in the boy's touch and he can tell who it is - one thing he can grab on to when sanity threatens to slip away.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Jonathan asks but he seems to see the answer before anyone can say it and he's swearing but, even in a pained haze, Steve knows the ire isn't for him.

The two of them are stumbling along the road when Steve's stomach suddenly heaves and he's retching, gagging, dropping to the floor and spitting out whatever he can, trying not to hyperventilate.

Jonathan is swearing again but he's lifting Steve up bridal style before he can complain and there's someone comforting about his overly strong cologne so Steve stops struggling and tries to breathe normally, unknowingly burying his head in Jonathan's neck and causing the other boy to smile for a millisecond but then frown at the men who'd dared to cross the line.

"Which way to your house?" He asks gently, setting Steve in the passenger seat of his car, breathing heavily from the effort of carrying him.

Steve frowns but shakes his head. "No."

"No? Come on man, work with me here, which way to your house?"

"Can't go…" Steve mumbles groggily.

"Can't go... Can't go there? Why not? You don't want your parents to know?" Jonathan asks despite the internal wince it causes at the thought of his Joyce finding out where he is.

Steve shakes his head, wanting to laugh and cry and explain everything but finding it harder and harder to form thoughts, never mind sentences, yet he still manages to slur: "Away… locked out."

Jonathan whistles, somehow understanding what he means. "They locked you out?"

Steve groans as another wave of nausea hits him and the dull throb in his head intensifies but he still shakes his head again. "Gone... My fault- Was bad-"

That's all he needs to say before Jonathan is sighing and raking fingers through his limp locks, his expression the kindest it's ever been as he looks over Steve's trembling form.

He'd taken out the anger of his own situation on the boy without thinking that he may not be the only one with family problems. Not that Steve had ever talked about his family... But, then again, the party hadn't exactly given him a chance to talk, seeing him as a brother and a babysitter that never needs a break.

"Please-" Steve whimpers suddenly and Jonathan jumps as he carries on, his words slurring: "Don't- don't lock me up again, please, my parents will kill me- don't-"

"Steve!" Jonathan interrupts, "Stop. I'm not going to put you in jail."

Steve shakes his head and slides into the small section under the dashboard in front of the car seat. Jonathan stares at him in shock, wondering how someone his age can fit in such a tight place, and starts to drive, pretending not to hear the small muffled sobs Steve emits each time they run over a pothole or something.

Jonathan's experienced his fair share of violence but he can't imagine how battered Steve must be feeling - especially because of how battered he physically looks - and, even though the other boy isn't his favourite person, he wouldn't wish such a thing upon anyone.

He ends up parked outside his own house and, before he can drive away again, Will is opening the car door with a smile that quickly becomes a gasp, "Steve?"

The brunet looks up, smiling broadly, all signs of tears gone. "Hey, kiddo, how's it going?"

Jonathan tries to keep a neutral expression but the kindness in Steve's voice sets his blood boiling, only because he knows someone like Steve, who constantly looks after his brother and the weird party, doesn't deserve to be in so much pain, doesn't deserve to feel obligated to pretend he's alright when he's really not.

"What are you doing down there? And what happened to your clothes?" His nose wrinkles. "Are you drunk?"

"No but the guy who beat my ass again kind of was..." Steve laughs, and Jonathan gapes at him, wondering how he can put on such a show despite everything.

"Jonathan, are you hurt too?" Will asks.

"Surprisingly, he stopped them killing me. Guess he doesn't want to adopt the nail bat again, huh?" Steve grins, and only Jonathan sees his nails digging into his palm as an outlet for his pain.

Will shakes his head, running off - probably to find Joyce - and once again Jonathan wants to thank him for being so impulsive and smart.

Steve, of course, lets his facade crumble for a second before climbing out of the car in a way that can't be anything but painful, trying to crawl away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere he can't feel the hands on his skin and the tongues in his mouth.

Jonathan shuts his eyes for a moment and tries to ignore the guilt inside of him but then he sees the blood on his seat and can't think beyond the hurt in his heart and how Joyce will scold him for letting the boy run when he's so vulnerable.

There's a deathly calm in Steve's eyes by the time Jonathan catches up to him and he's gone quiet, too quiet, when Jonathan stands him up but he's like a statue, chipped and still, unmoving, even when Will comes back, as if he's shut down.

The longest seconds of their life pass as the two Byers siblings share concerned looks - there's something about a person like Steve, not that there are many like him, being hurt that can anger even the quietest of people - but then Joyce is there, gasping and clapping a hand over her mouth at the sight of the boy's condition.

Jonathan agrees; Steve looks gnarly.

"What happened?" She asks immediately, taking the boy from the siblings and wrapping one of Steve's arms around her shoulders to help him walk to their front door.

"He was ambushed," Jonathan tells her, supporting Steve's other side so he doesn't have to irritate his burns any further.

Will's already on the radio to the rest of the party before Jonathan can stop him, before Jonathan can even notice him, the older brother being far too preoccupied in trying to steady the drugged brunette.

Steve goes still, shocking all three Byers, and groans as the world spins and the blurriness intensifies so he can't see, can't hear, can't tell where he is, and he's in the dark again but he can't find a light and there's nothing to guide him back to consciousness and it feels like the world is ending again.

He blinks rapidly for a second before his eyes roll back and he slumps to the floor like a puppet who's had their strings cut away in an act of unprovoked, unreasonably spiteful hatred.

Jonathan sighs as he looks over the unconscious teenager and his family's started looks of concern but, if he's honest, he can't be mad at Steve in the slightest. That doesn't mean he isn't mad though, he's positively raging at the men who'd attacked Steve, even if he can't figure out exactly why he cares so much or if this is really happening.

"Are we dreaming?" Will asks plainly.

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[movieexpert1978]

Wild Fire

so an anon asked for a sequel to my story A Servant’s Place, which is vampire hans landa and servant Elisa in the 1800s. So here you go anon I hope you enjoy it. There is violence, blood, and gore.  Hans Landa is not mine.  

This will be my last story for a bit as it looks as if people are uninterested in my stories as of late.

Over the next few months, much to the dismay of the female servants, they learned that Elisa was Hans’ favorite. They slowly stopped fighting for his attention and went about their business like Elisa had done and continued to do so. Everything was going well and things were peaceful at Hans’ estate.

“Elisa…” Hans teased as she cleaned up the dining room table. She playfully ignored him so he chuckled as he came up to her and started rubbing at her shoulders and kissing her neck.

“Hans…I need to finish cleaning off the table.” She insisted.

“Oh hush.” He argued turning her around and kissing her. He pushed her into the table nearly knocking a few plates over as he continued to kiss her. When he pulled away she pushed him off and turned around grabbing some plates. “All work and hardly no play still I see.” He teased.

“You’re still paying me to do a job Hans.” She stated.

“True…but what if I didn’t pay you?”

“Then I would have to look for another job.”

“Elisa…I mean what if you didn’t have to work.”

“What are you saying?”

“What if you were by my side?” He suggested. She looked at him nervously unsure of what to say. “I know it’s a lot so just think about it, but I want you to know that I truly do care for you and I have been thinking about going forward.” She smiled and gave him a gentle kiss before he left to let her work. They were staying in their separate quarters for the moment. So Elisa went to bed in her servant room.

Nobody heard the intruders come until the doors burst down.

It was a group of men that burst through the back door and shattered oil lamps onto the floor as they ran towards the servant’s quarters. Elisa jumped when she heard screaming and shouting. She scrambled out of bed and locked the door and frantically barricading it before she started to get change. She had a few pairs of trousers and shirts for when she had to work on horse stalls and the farm house. She managed to get into an outfit when the door burst open.

“Demon!” One shouted as he ran towards her. She did her best to punch him but he shook off her blow as he grabbed her throat and slammed her into the wall. She fell to the floor with a groan and before she knew it more men were on her and pinning her down.

“The vampire must be destroyed.” Another whispered. She tried to get out of their hands as she heard someone say a prayer as another pulled out a wooden state with a mallet.

“No…no please!” She pleaded. She did her best not to cry and keep moving as they pinned the steak over her heart.

“Get away from her!” Hans roared. The smoke and orange glow made him look menacing even though he kept his human appearance.

“He is the leader of these unholy creatures!” A man shouted.

“Death to the vampire!” Another shouted. Hans reacted fast and he started shoving the men away from her. The one that held the steak managed to regain his balance and he improvised as he slammed the steak into Elisa’s chest. It didn’t go deep, but it was enough to make her scream in pain and instantly start bleeding.

“Elisa!” Hans shouted as he looked to see what had happened. He roared at the intruder with his fangs bared and the man cowered in fear. Hans wasted no time in snapping his neck before he grabbed Elisa and pulled the steak out. She moaned in pain and clung to him as she started coughing. He needed to get out of the house now as it was going to burn to the ground. He returned to his human appearance as the roar of the fire was too loud as it was. He carried her bridal style and grabbed a bag he had put aside before he kicked the burning back door and ran outside. The clean air made them both cough as Hans hurried to get his horse. He slammed the farm house door shut to get some time as the hunters gathered themselves. He shoved a saddle and buckled it quickly onto his black horse as he pulled him out of his stall. With his fast speed he opened the others stalls to let the horses out, which they did as they smelled the smoke and galloped off in fear.

“Hans.” Elisa’s small voice called out. He heard banging on the door as he picked her up and put her on the horse in front of him before he urged his horse forward. The horse started to gallop just as the men came around back, but Hans beat them out and they ran towards the woods. He heard gunshots going off behind him and he snarled when he felt a bullet tore into his arm. He kept going as the noises faded into the distance, but he knew where to go. He didn’t stop until they came up to what looked like a worn down cabin. Hans’ stopped his horse and tied him off to the side before quickly bringing Elisa into the cabin. The smell of blood was strong on her as he placed her on the bed and lifted her shirt up. He flinched at the sight of the wound and bruises forming on her body as he got some medical supplies. She had passed out a while ago and she was sweating as Hans cleaned the wound off. Ignoring the pain in his arm he stitched her up thoroughly before he tended to his own. He growled in pain as he slowly pulled the bullet out. He was breathing hard as he stared at his arm, which slowly healed on it’s own. He checked over Elisa once more before he put his horse away properly making sure it was left out in the back of the cabin so no one would see it. Hans came back inside and crawled into bed with Elisa tossing his bloody shirt aside. He kissed her forehead before he wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

Hans woke up first the next morning. Elisa was in a restless sleep as he saw that she was getting a fever.

“Elisa?” He called out shaking her shoulder. She moaned as she slowly opened her eyes.

“Hans…I feel hot.” She whispered. He helped her sit up and she flinched in pain as she looked at her wound, which was stitched up nicely. He got her into a clean lose fitting shirt before he laid her back down and started wiping off her face and neck with a washcloth. “What happened last night? Who were those men?”

“They were hunters. I’ve never encountered a group like that before. Usually hunters are solo or in pairs. They were fearful humans with no proof of what I am.” He explained.

“They burned your house down.”

“I know and they killed most of the staff too. They thought they were vampires like me.”

“They killed innocent people.”

“They almost killed you.” He growled.

“But you saved me, so it’s ok.” She tried to argue.

“No, it’s not. I’m going to kill all of them.” Hans nearly snarled.

“Hans…don’t. They outnumber you. You can’t take them on by yourself.” She pleaded.

“Not in daylight yes, but in the dark I can kill them all with my bare hands.”

“Hans please don’t do this.” She pleaded again grabbing at his arm. He took her hand and kissed it as he looked into her eyes.

“I have to or else we’ll never be safe.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’ll track me down and kill us both as long as they are still alive.”

“Hans you don’t know that.”

“I do. I’ve encountered hunters like them before. That’s why I have safe havens like this. That’s why I’ve gotten rich and have more than one estate to run off to. I’ve been through this enough to know that I can’t let them live.” He explained. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. I’m going to kill them and then I’ll take you away from here to a new place. No hunters there. We’ll be safe and I’ll take care of you.” He whispered tenderly as he rubbed her fingers.

“Sir please…I don’t…I don’t want you to go.” She pleaded. He could tell that she was close to falling asleep again. Her body was still very weak.

“I know, but I promise you that I will come back. I’ll leave and nightfall and I will be back before dawn. They won’t be our problem anymore, and besides I thought we got past that whole sir thing.” He chuckled.

“Old habit I guess.” She mumbled. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before she was asleep again. He kissed her hand again before he left the room and made himself some food. He knew with her fever she probably couldn’t keep a meal down so he made himself something small and went outside. His horse was grazing and he came up to it and patted it’s neck. He needed blood if he wanted the strength to kill those men, whom he had no doubt they were following his tracks right now. If anything he braced for them to possibly arrive at nightfall and he wouldn’t put it past them to try for another ambush. He grabbed a rifle from inside the house and went off into the woods searching for a deer. Their smell was present and a large buck would do him good. He followed the trail and came up to a group of them and there were several bucks and does. He easily pointed and shot a buck before he slowly dragged it back to the cabin. He dragged it into a shed that he kept for his other food. The bottles were stained red, but they were empty as he hadn’t been by here for some time. He shoved the deer down with a huff and cut its neck to make it start bleeding. Hans drained the creature dry and he felt much more recharged by the time he was done. He would have plenty of energy by nightfall, which now wasn’t too far off. He pulled the dead deer out of the shed and shoved it aside. He took his horse and put it in the small stable that was also built in the back.

“Now I need you to be quiet ok.” He told the horse. The animal just looked at him and snorted. “Yeah I thought so.” Hans grumbled as he patted his head. He went back to Elisa’s room and saw her sleeping with her eyes fluttering. He wanted to give her his own blood, but he wasn’t sure it would help. Vampire blood could heal humans, but it was a very painful process and one that wasn’t willing to put Elisa through at the moment. She was still far too weak. Her pulse was steady, but not strong and she was still fighting the fever as he checked her wound again.

“Hans!” She grabbed at his arm with a fearful look in her eyes. “Hans please don’t go.” She begged. He leaned in close and caressed her face.

“I will return. I promise.” He nodded.

“I’m scared Hans.”

“I know. I am too, but I will come back.” Hans insisted. She only nodded so he leaned in and kissed her. She clung to him as he pulled away. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be there when you wake up.”

Xxxxxxxxx

Despite his supernatural abilities Hans had two guns tied around his waist, along with a knife tucked against his boot. He knew better than to go into battle empty handed. He was a solider at heart and he always would be one. He walked out of the cabin and his eyes turned bright blue. His enhanced hearing heard the men not a few miles away from where they were. They were still moving towards the cabin, but Hans wasn’t going to give them a chance to arrive and set it on fire with a sick Elisa inside, so he started running. He was barely out of breath when he arrived a few yards from their position. He sneered at the sight of their torches and how they laughed about burning his house down along with corpses of his “followers” inside.

“Those were good people you killed.” He shouted making everyone freeze. Hans moved again before he spoke. “They were all human. They were innocent.” He said and again he moved.

“Show yourself you demon!” One man shouted.

“I’m right here.” Hans said to the man. He screamed in terror as Hans pulled him into the darkness and the hunters fired at where he had been just moments earlier. The man continued to scream and struggle as Hans hissed at him and bit hard into his neck. He made inhuman gurgling noises as Hans drank from him for a moment. He bared his bloody fangs before he ripped his throat out and he fell to the ground dead and twitching. Hans let out a loud snarly making the group jump and point their guns. He loved the smell of fear that they gave off. It always edged him on. He pulled out his gun and shot another man dead in the center of his forehead. His comrades watched as he fell to the ground limp. “You know…surprisingly I’m feeling generous.” Hans spoke again as he lazily walked around the group still in the shadows. “You can leave now and no further harm will come to you. If you try and come after me I will kill you all. So it’s your choice.” He teased.

“No deal!” One man shouted.

“No!” They shouted in agreement. Hans knew that would be their answer anyway.

“Oh very well.” He grumbled as he cocked his gun again. They scattered their horses, not giving Hans a free shot as they charged in all directions shouting and swearing. They finally caught glimpse of him and started shooting making Hans run again. He tucked his gun away and pulled out his knife as he ran into the group swinging. He grabbed one man and slit his throat. His blood spilled onto the ground as Hans kept him as a shield from the gunfire for a moment. When they froze he shoved the body away and swung the knife again, but they dodged and another man pulled out his own knife and swung at Hans. He dodged the blow only to get hit from behind. He needed to break away as they surrounded him and started punching and slamming the butt ends of their guns into him forcing him to the ground. Hans was forced to drop the knife and shoot out someone’s knees as an opening before he shot out back into the dark. He hissed in pain and aggravation as he glared at the men from the shadows.

“Come on out you devil!” Someone shouted making he grumble. That was getting annoying. So he just pulled out his gun and shot the man, but they fired in his direction making him duck and shout in pain as he was hit again. This time it was in his side. He growled and turned before he started firing madly with both guns at the crowd now. He knocked a few men down, but it wasn’t fatal. He was out of bullets and out ideas at the moment. It was a stand still. He could hear their heartbeats in his ear and it was making him hungry. If he managed to grab and drink one he could take them out quickly. He quietly moved to the back of the group and they didn’t hear him move at all. The one he shot in the legs was still on the ground moaning in pain so he threw a few rocks in another direction. They moved as he did and he grabbed the injured man.

“NOOOOOO!” He screamed as he was dragged away. Hans bit hard into his neck and drank until his struggling weakened. With the extra blood boost he flinched slightly as his body pushed out the bullet in his side and the open wound healed on its own. Hans let out a sigh of relief before he finished draining the man and snapped his neck. He didn’t wait this time as he pulled out his knife again. He came at them bloody and snarling as they tried to fend him off, but Hans had had enough and it was all over quickly. With the last amateur vampire hunter dead Hans grabbed one of their fallen torches and looked over himself. He wasn’t surprised to be covered in blood. He stomped out the torches, except for the one he had before he started his walk home with nothing but the sounds of the night in his ears now. He found a nearby creek that allowed him to wash the blood off of his skin before he returned to the cabin. He burned the bloody clothes and retreated to Elisa’s room. Her fever broke as she was sleeping comfortably now and she wasn’t sweating. He kissed her forehead and climbed into bed next to her.

Xxxxxxxx

Hans woke again first the next morning and made breakfast for both of them.

“Elisa.” He woke her with a shake and she set the plate aside and promptly hugged him.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.” She whispered. She quickly kissed him and it was a while before they broke away.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Now eat please.” He insisted. She reluctantly sat down and ate her food snuggling close to Hans as they ate in silence for a bit.

“I love you.” She finally blurted out. Hans froze and looked at her. “Is that what you were trying to get at?”

“Yes…I love you and I want you with me. If you’ll have me.” He chuckled lightly.

“You know I will.” She smiled. They finished their meal, gathered a few things, and were soon galloping off to a new destination. Elisa rode behind Hans this time with her hands wrapped around his waist and her head leaning into his shoulder.

She couldn’t help but wonder what awaited her when they arrived.    

[inferno-loop]

INTRUDER

OkiE my BabiEZzz here you go

*warning: Mentions of smoking and drinking BECAUSE I LOVE WINE??!!! (I don’t know why I thought to write this as a warning but yeah…)

(And yes, I’m old enough to be drinking wine)

Summary: You are drinking wine and texting your boyfriend when a parcel boy arrives. 

Genre: Mystery(lmao wtf????), fluff

Category: One-shot

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

You sat in the balcony of your apartment looking at the blanket of lights around the city of Seoul. It was a beautiful city really (especially at your height, the 22nd floor), a brilliant fusion of traditional and contemporary but what made this city even more loveable to you at this very moment was the glass of wine in your hand and although, you were having a great time having wine and looking over the beautiful city, you didn’t feel complete. 

“Min Yoongi that bastard.” You thought to yourself as you took out your phone to jokingly taunt your boyfriend over text. You knew it was a cheap shot since he was out making music in his genius lab but you couldn’t help yourself. He was supposed to be here chilling with you tonight, He had it coming. You lit a cigarette as you texted Yoongi. 

You took a drag and released the smoke. You were not a regular smoker, not anymore. You had reduced from a pack a day to one cigarette in a month or two over the past three years, after meeting Yoongi. You smiled at how he would be there with you whenever you were badly craving a cigarette and tell you, “shit smells better than those ciggies y/n” and you would immediately make a face and start laughing.

As you were reminiscing about the old days, you heard the bell ring. You frowned. 

“No one is supposed to come at this time”, You thought to yourself. 

Nonetheless, you put out the cigarette, got up and made you way to the front door, keeping the glass of wine on the dining table. You looked through the peephole to see a young man(about 22), definitely younger than you, with cap on his head. He was carrying a parcel. You opened the door and smiled at him. 

He looked up (quite an attractive young man), and politely smiled at you and showed you the parcel. 

“Are you sure you have the right house? I don’t think I ordered anything!” You told him politely.  

“221, it says ma’am. Cash on delivery for the item.” 

Now, you were confused. You never order COD. Had Yoongi ordered something? You asked the young man to wait a few moments as you texted Yoongi.

“Oh and ma’am? Can I have some water, if you don’t mind? I’m parched!” 

“Of course, gimme a minute.” 

You turned around and headed to the kitchen to get some water for him and texted the Yoongi. 

“Shit.”  You cursed under your breath as you put your phone back in your pocket. You turned around to take a peek, he was still standing there with his head down but as if he noticed you looking at him, he looked up at you. You smiled a little and turned back around filling the glass with water. 

Yoongi asked me to keep him busy.

You turned around with a smile on your face and headed to the door with the water only to find the boy missing. Had he gone? 

Just as you were contemplating his sudden departure, you heard a crash in your bedroom. You turned your head towards the bedroom at the speed of light, dropping your own glass in the process. The shattering of the glass startled you once again and you let out a little gasp. Calming yourself, you stood stone still as you tried to listen to any noise. 

Silence. 

Then suddenly, you heard, “Sorry ma’am!” and from your bedroom emerged the boy with a steel pipe in his hand and a nasty smile on his face. 

Your eyes widened as you realized he was now in the house with you. You froze, working your brain to figure out options. You couldn’t run out the front door, he was way too close for that and he’d catch you. He was standing 6-7 metres away from you. The only thing you could do was to dash to the balcony and try to close the glass pane.

So you did exactly that. 

You made a run for the balcony and immediately the boy darted across the dining towards you as well. You stepped out into the balcony and closed the door just in time, before he could come outside. You stood there, breathing heavily from fear. He could easily break the glass pane if he wanted to but you could see in his crazed eyes and smile, that this was some sort of a game for him, that he would torment you before finishing you off. 

Hot tears made their way down your cheeks as you hurriedly wiped them. This was no time to cry. You had to get your shit together and try to find a way out of this. But even though you were telling yourself to stay strong, the tears wouldn’t stop falling. You were scared. So terribly scared. 

And he knew it. 

Yoongi darted towards the lift of the apartment complex and before anyone could get in, closed the the door and pressed 22 thrice. He knew he was going a little over the top but he couldn’t shake off the bad feeling. This court of the apartment complex had only two houses on each floor since it was relatively bigger and on your floor, yours was the only apartment occupied. Even if you asked for help, no one would hear you.That and there was no way a company would send a shipment at this time of the night. 

“Oh god Y/N, please be okay” he prayed as he reached floor number 22. Yoongi stepped out of the lift as soon as it opened and turned left to find your front door ajar. 

“Fuck.” 

He carefully made his way. he had to. He couldn’t risk your safety and if he did something rash and excited the man, Yoongi had no idea what could happen. He didn’t even know if the man was carrying a weapon. 

He stepped inside the house and as he walked further in, he stopped dead in his tracks. He could hear voices from the balcony. 

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” 

Yoongi’s heart dropped, it was your voice. He peeked around the corned and saw you out, in the balcony and the man was looking at you with a grin on his face. An excited grin. 

The bastard is enjoying this. 

“Get the fuck in, you bitch, before I come out.” The man said to you as Yoongi saw you shrivel backwards towards the edge of the balcony. “Do you have any idea how tough it was getting here? I’ve been following you for months trying to get some alone time with you but you’re always with that man! Always!” He stopped to catch his breath and Yoongi just stood there shocked. “Come in baby, we’re alone now. That’s why I came here. There is no one here….we can do anything we want. C’mon, just one nigh- ” 

That was it. 

All Yoongi saw was red. 

Yoongi walked towards the man. He must have heard him because he suddenly turned around and stood there momentarily shocked to see him. Yoongi took this opportunity to kick the man in the hard chest before he could even raise his steel pipe. 

The man fell backwards and hit the wall so hard, it cracked a little on the outer surface. Yoongi picked up the steel pipe and raised it to hit the man when he heard you.

“No!” 

You were clutching onto his hand, stopping him from hitting the man. Tears were streaming down your beautiful face, your eyes were completely red from crying. You were scared. Your eyes were screaming fear and it was killing Yoongi seeing you like this. He looked you up and down for any physical wounds and saw none. 

You were fine. At least, physically. 

Both of you heard the man groaning.Yoongi pushed you back and stood in front of you protectively, more than ready to hit him with the wretched steel pipe. 

This is when you heard, “Freeze!”and in came the cops followed by Namjoon and Jin. Namjoon and Jin rushed towards you both, while the police handcuffed the man. Granted, they had a tough time doing that because that man was knocked out cold from Yoongi’s kick. 

Yoongi threw the steel pipe on the floor and turned around to face you. You were exhausted and almost spent from everything that had happened. Yoongi took in your state and he looked like he would cry. He came forward and took you in his arms, hugging you tight. You collapsed onto him and broke into heart-wrenching sobs, holding on to him for dear life. He picked you up bridal style and you immediately hid your face in the crook of his neck, your sobs now regressed to sniffles. Yoongi thanked and nodded to Jin and Namjoon and they both nodded back, understanding that you both need your own space. Yoongi took you to your room and placed you on the bed. 

“I’ll go and close the door. I’ll be back, baby.” He said as he bent down and kissed you on the forehead. You nodded assuring him that you would be fine. As he stepped out the door, your eyes grew heavy from the strenuous effects of excessive agitation you had experienced. You felt the blackness come over you, like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth rather, a blanket of coldness making you shiver. But somehow it’s made your eyes feel heavier and heavier until you finally closed your eyes and went into a deep, dreamless slumber. 

You woke a little after two in the morning in the arms of the man you loved. He was awake, as well, as though he had been observing you. 

“Why are you up?” You asked him softly. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” He answered back just as softly. 

“Yoongi…”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Yoongi said as his face turned into a miserable expression. 

You sat up and he followed. You turned towards him properly and looked him in the eye. 

“For what? You saved my life Min Yoongi.” You scolded him. 

Yoongi shook his head and sighed. “If only I was here..the bastard had been stalking you for months and I didn’t even notice. Fuck.” 

You went forward and like you would do to a child, you hugged his head to your chest and then you started softly petting him on the head. He hugged you back and laid in your embrace. 

“Min yoongi, if you had already been here, both of us would have been dead. He was out of his damn fucking mind…how is that your fault, honey?” You said as you kept on softly stroking his head. 

Min Yoongi just sighed into your embrace and hugged you tighter before getting up again and suddenly, kissing you. It was a short kiss but it was full of love. 

“Just forget about everything y/n” He said as he laid back on the bed and spread his left arm as a gesture for you to rest your head on it and come close to him. You laid down and hugged him close. 

“It seems like you are the one who needs to forget, my love.” You chuckled.

At this, he let out a small chuckle as well. 

“I love you y/n.” 

You looked up at him, while you were still in his embrace and planted a quick peck on his lips. 

“I love you too, Min Yoongi. For life and beyond.” 

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Brace yourself

this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it's finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn't have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn't seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn't you have called Madison or someone? “It's alright doctor. I'll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn't look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn't wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn't he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn't understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn't had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn't want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn't mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”

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On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn't that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don't move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don't kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn't be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn't seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don't laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn't your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex's face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don't look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone's touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn't you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I'm here too you know and it's bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don't lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don't worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here's some papers turtle boy. It's says what they can and can't eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can't eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I'll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I'm not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren't so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”

[hellomissmabel]

Lumen (part 13/ ): Mad intentions

MASTERLIST

Previously: part 12 & epilogue to part 12

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 13: You and Bucky take care of each other in the aftermath of an unexpected explosion and something bad happens, something really bad happens.

Warnings: language, angst, cliffhanger!

Word count: 2.276 (without background information).

A/N: I JUST REACED 1K FOLLOWERS LIKE 20 MINUTES AGO!!! THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS OMG!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

Soft lilac tendrils reach out to his dull blue presence, the power behind our connection drawing me to him almost instantly. But there’s something different about it, I can feel it in every bone in my body, a darker light shining, no - weighing down on us. Something has shifted and it’s pulsating with strong volts of electricity, strengthening my will to fight the pain and crawl my way over to Bucky, still lying unconscious on the concrete sidewalk.

There’s a huge gash in my side so I ripped off a piece of my shirt and balled it up to stop the bleeding. I bite my tongue to keep the focus on my objective, on Bucky, as I slowly but surely approach his figure. Inch by inch I move closer, all the while a tender butterfly tugs at the wisps of fire growing strong inside of me. I can feel a certain power surging, one I have not encountered before, begging me to release it. To make matters worse, sizzling flames surround me, lure me in with their loving song of ashes and unmistakable promise of invulnerability. I cannot lose consciousness, I won’t allow it. His Lumen is strong, pulling me forward, pulling my Lumen forward. This kind of attraction cannot be overpowered.

There’s a quiet buzzing in my left ear from the aftermath of the explosion, my head feels as if it’s seconds away from exploding as well and a stray piece of corroded metal is stuck in my ankle. I can’t move properly but I have to, I have to make sure Bucky is okay. I cradle his face between my hands, carefully lifting his head up to check for any injuries. It appears the only wound he suffered from that ghastly blast is a small scratch right above his left eye socket. Lucky bastard and his super soldier stamina. Fortunately my cuts will heal fast as well, if only I could get rid of this metal thing stuck in my leg and have it cleaned up as soon as possible before it starts to infect. Infections take much longer to heal and I hate being put to bed my momma Steve, I just loathe his mom-voice.

“Doll…,” I hear Bucky mumble, his voice rough from the effort it takes to regain control of his senses, “Doll, is that you?”

Little by little he pries his eyes open, stormy blue pupils squinting as they adjust to the light. “Yeah, it’s me Bucky. I’m alright, just a little sore. What about you?,” I ask quietly, my voice more than a little hoarse as well, sounding more like nails being dragged across chalkboard than a choir of angels singing a hallelujah.

“We should get out of here. Can you get up?”

“Nope,” I say with obvious disappointment, popping the ‘p’ and gesturing towards my ankle.

Bucky sits up straight and assesses me from head to toe, inspecting my injuries and I let out a strained yelp as he suddenly and without warning pulls out the metal appendage from my ankle. That prick didn’t even think to give me a warning first. But immediately after he pulls me as close as humanly possible until the pain subsides and I am able to regain my senses, consumed by the positive force that is his Lumen. I can see it reach out to me, encase me with its tenderness and replenish my heart with soft yet urgent energy.

It’s then that I realise he must feel it too, the change in atmosphere and as I press my lips on his with burning need, the shades of our Lumen changing again. They turn less dim every second my body melts more and more into his and I don’t let go until the fireworks behind my closed eyelids subside and some of his Lumen’s original colour has been restored. It’s less dark, less foreboding, yet not quite reaching its full potential. Maybe it’s the present scenery, the aftershock of a mission gone south that wraps its poisonous tentacles around us. Or maybe it’s the unfamiliar opaque nature of my deep burgundy Lumen that’s got me on edge.

“Let’s get out of here,” Bucky suggests, a little out of breath by our intense (yet short, much to my dismay, I just can’t get enough of him) make-out session in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by debris and whatnot. “We can’t stay here for much longer before back-up arrives. Other operatives might spot us and try to take us out.”

I nod vigorously and Bucky lifts me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style to our getaway vehicle. I lay my head to rest on his shoulder, closing my eyes and replaying previous events to find the answer to my most pressing question, what the fuck went wrong? (I know, language! Sorry about that, Steve!) But what the fudge went wrong? It was supposed to be a piece of cake and yet here we both are, covered in scratches and dust, our clothes torn to shreds as we were obviously blind-sided by an unexpected explosion.

As if he could read my thoughts, Bucky’s voice wakes me up from my silent ponderations. “Their security system is set up in a way that, if there’s ever a security breach, the system will short-circuit automatically causing the whole facility go up in flames within minutes.”

My eye lids flutter open, focusing on my surroundings before realising I’m already on board of the jet and Bucky is preparing everything for take-off. “But there were still people inside,” I whisper sullenly.

Of course Hydra doesn’t care for a bit more blood on their hands and even though they weren’t innocent, the loss of each life always weighs heavy on my heart nonetheless. I know it’s not my burden to carry and it’s certainly of much use now, I just can’t help but wave around the energy that has escaped the facility, looking for a sign, any sign that someone out there might have survived the explosion. Nothing, not a shred of human energy to be detected amidst the flames except for our own.

“I’m sorry, Io. I’m truly sorry,” Bucky’s hand cups my cheek, his calloused thumb drawing soft circles on my skin stained by smoke and dirt and freshly shed tears. For a short second his Lumen mixes with mine again as his thumb brushes over my lips. I gently peck his fingertip before he retreats his hand again and I try my very best not to whine at the loss of contact. Nevertheless, Bucky picks up on it and shoots me a sincere smile, his eyes softening when he realises my disappointment is merely a disguise for something that runs much, so much deeper.

“What’s wrong, baby?,” he inquires, his husky voice deeper than usual, a tinge of tiredness shining through. His movements are quick and determined as he closes the short distance between us, settling on his knees in front of me and taking my hands in his, pressing a butterfly kiss on the superficial scrapes littering my palm and knuckles. “What’s going on, doll? Talk to me, please,” he begs with those insufferably gorgeous blue puddles.

You try to defy gravity and suppress the tears but small drops have already made contact with Bucky’s fingertips as he gently catches them and wipes them away affectionately. You don’t want to cry but can’t help it, you feel so embarrassed, so embarrassed to show these kind of emotions towards your boyfriend.

“It’s all my fault,” you choke out, a strangled sob leaving the back of your throat. “I messed up and now Fury will put me away and I won’t be able to see you anymore. Please don’t let him put me away, I can’t live without you. I can’t breathe without you, you’re like air to me and people need air to breathe, right? Shit, I’m rambling but I don’t care and fuck, I can’t breathe. Bucky, please, Bucky, I can’t breathe.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bucky shushes, taking you into his arms, rocking back and forth, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on your back. “None of this is your fault. We didn’t know the place was going to self-destruct itself once they discovered the intel had been stolen. We didn’t fail, Io, you didn’t fail. You acted like a true S.H.I.E.L.D agent out there, so if this is anyone’s fault, it’s Fury’s. He didn’t fill us in properly, we lacked correct information and there was nothing we could have done to prevent this,” he whispers into your ear, pecking a chaste kiss to the shell of your ear before burying his nose in your hair.

You’re clutching him like you’ve never done before, like he is your lifeline and perhaps he is. The further removed he is, the more weak you feel and the more your Lumen seems to swirl in sync with Bucky’s, dark patches of cerulean blue doing a poor job at holding yours together like band-aids on an open wound. Something is not right and you’re holding on to Bucky for dear life because you’re afraid that they’ll take him away from you at any given moment.

To be honest, you’ve never been more afraid in your entire life. You can deal with the chaos of being a field agent if need be, but you can’t face a reality without Bucky by your side. You can conquer death as many times as your body and soul will allow it, but you can’t die knowing you never confessed your true feelings to Bucky. You love him and damn, you love him more than your own life.

After the initial shock subsides and you regain some of your calm, you slightly crane your neck so your noses almost touch and your lips are but inches away. “I love you Bucky, I love you so much and you have no idea. I don’t deserve you, Bucky,” you murmur against his plump lips, leaning your forehead against his.

“Don’t,” he releases a sharp sigh, “Don’t ever say you don’t deserve me.”

You know exactly what he means by that but decide to let it slide. You’re in no condition to argue with him and frankly, you just want to be held, his embrace providing your with enough comfort to soothe your spiralling nerves and give you some sense of relief.

“Iona Cole, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to be and I don’t know what on earth I did to deserve someone as kind-hearted and beautiful as you. You light up my entire existence with those eyes, you make me forget my name with those lips. You and I, we are one and I love you.”

His words do not wash you clean of all frightening thoughts, your mind working overtime and coming up with countless worst-case scenarios until you can safely make it back to the compound. But he did just confess his love for you and you can’t help but shoot him a shit-eating grin. “I love you,” you repeat, pouring every single feeling you have ever experienced into these three words.

Although these three words are the most meaningful words that have ever left your mouth, they also awaken a strong power inside of you, an electric chord being pulled like a rubber band and resisting the urge to snap. You ache for him but it’s an unfamiliar ache, not the kind you feel when you want his hands on your body or his lips on yours. This is a dangerous kind of electricity hanging in the air.

“We should get going,” you whisper silently and slowly retract yourself from his arms. “Steve will be worried sick if we don’t make it back on time.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Bucky lets out a light chuckle and makes his way back towards the pilot seat.

You’re just about ready for take-off when you spot it from the corner of your eye, held hostage by an enormous waft of black energy, a small piece of bright red Lumen swivelling mid-air and protruding a peculiar kind of energy. Right as you are about to tap into it, get a better feel of its essence, a bullet flies by and hits the window up front. If it wasn’t for Bucky pushing you aside, it would not have missed its mark. Swiftly pulling out your gun, you aim it in the general direction you believe the bullet came from and the intruder might have entered the jet. Bucky immediately comes up at your side, a feral and almost murderous look darkening his face and hardening the grey specs in his oceanic eyes.

“Who are you?,” you call out and if circumstances would’ve been different, you would’ve been pleased to hear the strength your voice radiates and marvel at the impressive echo.

Just as you hear something rustling on your right, a hard object hits you from behind and a second bullet pierces your right shoulder. Someone pushes you into an impossible angle causing your head to snap back and you tumble to the floor with a loud smack. It feels as if your body explodes into tiny smithereens on impact and you scream at the top of your lungs at the intensity of this startling sensation.

You sense the panic clouding Bucky’s Lumen as he rushes to your aid, the unknown presence taking advantage of the opening in Bucky’s guard and soon he crashes down next to you, blood pooling all around him. His chagrined growls turn into pained whimpers, the last thing to reach your ears before the lights go out and everything turns dark again.

Part 14: Wicked intentions

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