#after the last 50 are in there are still a few steps left

[mathysphere]

Haven't done an icon set update in a bit. They're coming along pretty well! Got ~120 of em scanned and cleaned up, with maybe 50 left to process.

[thekissofaphrodite]

I Grew this for you, Ives.

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Demeter! Reader

Summary: Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson.

Warnings: MakeUp...MAKEOUT- I MEAN. Language (Tell me if i missed one!)

Author's note: It might be kinda weird that the title doesn't match the summary but trust me, it's worth reading. + If you saw a fic from another blog the same as this i requested it and decided i wanna make the fic myself.

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New kid, New responsibility. You were known as being motherly towards every kid that stepped in Camp Half Blood. And Maybe, Just maybe, Percy Jackson considered you as his Camp Mom, It wasn't new for older campers seeing a new 12 year old boy follow you around and look up at you with big puppy eyes along with Grover's confused look, but oh well.

Ever since your Godly Mother, Demeter has claimed you, Luke has called you Ives since then. It all happened when three years ago, you ended up in Camp Half blood after your mortal father has been killed by a chimera, much to his sacrifice, You might have offered some small offerings to your Brother In Law, Hades, to watch him in the underworld. Your first week into camp half-blood, Chiron had announced that Capture the Flag will be the first game for the day, you were teamed up with the reds (Much to your disappointment) you were near the cabin fire when two boys from the blue team had cornered you (One of them was luke) you raised you hands to cover yourself but then, Two ivy vines sprouted out the soil and blocked them, horror washed over you when one of the vines that you 'accidentally' summoned strangled one of the boys, Luke was able to escape and still..Blue team one.

While they were celebrating, The red team started ranting angrily about how you made them lose, You sat in a corner, your head leaned against an oak tree as you sobbed, then, a bright greenish-yellow light appeared with gold sickle with a few sheaths of wheat above your head, No one was there, not until a group of campers saw you, they ran and moments later, almost dozens of campers were in front of you, including chiron.

"All Hail Y/n Y/L/N, Daughter of Demeter"

Bunch of flowers started sprouting near you, The forest and plants looked much more healthier in your eyes as every one knelt down, Including Luke, Who gave you a mischievous wink.

"....And this is the mess hall, You're always designated to sit with your cabin mates but that depends, most unclaimed kids just sit with their friends" You said, Glancing at Percy, The young boy just nodded shyly and coughed,trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Looks like someone has a crush on you" Luke appeared behind you with a grin, Percy's eyes immediately went wide, making you chuckle.

"Crushes don't hurt, it's admiration afterall" You whispered before giving percy a light kiss on his cheeks, leaving luke shocked.

One of you halfsiblings, Althea, called you over. Apparently, another one of your half sibling's EX boyfriend from the Dionysus cabin used a lard grapevine to ruin the bathroom door inside the cabin while you sibling is showering out of rage and jealousy.

Now, As head of your cabin, It's either you spent one whole hour being lectured by Mr. D out of his favoritism or...Plead with one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you.

What a day.

Giving Luke and Percy one last smile, You left.

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"C'mon Felix! This is the only time that i've asked for a favour out of all the favours i've done for you, You'd do it for me" You pleaded as you followed him back and forth inside his cabin's workshop.

"Look, Y/n, I love you as my friend, but i can't do it, not right now"

"What if i give you a 25$ gift card from burger king and......" You scouried your pocket hoping to find something, Your eyes lit up as you felt a bill in your palms "50 dollars...and...." You then went to pat your bra and pulled out a coin. "A Peso"

You then placed it in his soily hands, Felix's face remained calm, he then took the money.

"It's warm..." He said kinda horrified...You pulled the peso out of your bra for the gods sake!

"Take it or leave it."

He then rolled his eyes and grabbed his toolbox.

"Lead the way"

You squealed and hugged him before pulling him to your cabin.

As you watched him repair the door in silence, Felix broke the silencce by purposely dropping a hammer to the ground, the loud clattering sound made you flinch a little, he smirked "Thinking about Luke?"

You snorted, as if tho you weren't actually thinking about him, "No, i'm thinking about Percy"

"The new kid who broke Clarisse's spear? he's badass"

"mhm, Son of Poseidon"

"Speaking of, How's Luke?"

There was a moment of silence before you replied.

"Fine"

"Just 'fine' ? No ungodly things happening?"

"No" You could've bursted out laughing.

"I don't believe you, C'mon tell me some elaborate details"

You raised your brow, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes.

"Actually, if you finished that, i'll tell you"

The Hephaestus boy huffed and went back to work

After an hour, Felix finished repairing the door and bid you a goodbye (Along with a side-eye)

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It was now 11 pm, the Campfire sing-along ended almost an hour ago, and you were in your cabin, re-arranging your stuffed toys for the 5th time, (Making one plushie lay beside you will cause chaos among the plushies)

"Carrie..You go here and..Princess should be right....here, Done!"

All of your plushies were in order when you heard a knock from the window near your bunkbed. then, you saw luke, still in his usual camp shirt, unlike you who was in your rather inappropriate pajamas.

His eyes first landed on you, he then grinned before groaning and landing on your soft bunk bed.

"Hey ives-"

"Luke, what're you doing here?!" You hissed, afraid that your half siblings might caught you two.

"Can i not see you?"

"You can, but not at this time" You huffed, But he was still grinning before pulling a flower pot, with a rose.

"I grew this for you, Ives" He whispered, His eyes carefully scanning you expression before you chuckled.

"You know i can grow this in seconds?"

"Mhm, But still, I love you 'till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash"

A smile graced upon your lips before luke grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, the flowerpot fell into your bed, the soil staining your new bedsheet, You couldn't care less.

You deepened the kiss by pulling Luke by his neck, and a groan escaped his lips, his calloused hands then slowly went up your shorts making you moan a little, His hands became closer and closer and closer until-

"Luke?"

You two pulled away, Luke's hands were still in your inner thighs, he took a peak into your window and saw Percy, in his cute pajamas with messy blonde hair.

"Percy" Luke breathed.

"What's up?"

"The Apollo cabin seemed to be having a party, the noise is too loud and i can't sleep, i was wondering if you could go see it "

You then peaked into your window, your cheeks were pressed against luke's

"Y/n? Wait..what are you guys doing? and...why are you in her window?" Percy asked, his drowsiness seemed to have vanished.

Luke couldn't even answer percy himself, he started chuckling softly before burying his face into your neck and smothered it with kisses.

Percy then stood still before realizing, he cleared his throat, but before he could leave you called him.

"You know what? I think Luke could actually take a look at those Sun Brats" Luke immediately groaned and looked at you.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Go help the poor boy"

"Yes Ma'am"

He then got up and just as he was about to climb down your bunk bed you stopped him.

"Nah uh, You can leave where you entered"

The dark haired boy chuckled, and and started climbing down the window, before he could jump back to the ground you kissed him one last time, But this time, the kiss was much more passionate. You could've sworn percy made a gagging face before turning around.

"I love you Ives"

" 'Till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash" You said, Luke's eyes soften.

You watched as he and Percy went to the Apollo cabin to resolve the chaos.

The flower potted rose sat in your bed, You took it, and glanced at the beautiful red beauty, You sniffed the fragrance before placing it near your window as you felt Hypnos' warm palm caressing you to sleep.

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The next day, The first thing you did was bang into Felix's cabin, Giving him every detail from last night as Luke, along with percy watched you from afar.

A/N:

Hey Guys! I've been gone for too long and i just watched the new PJO series and i have to be honest, I fell in love with Charlie as Luke so here's a little treat for you guys while i finish my other fics, i do hope you guys like it!

[totheblood]

i still hear you. (prologue)

PAIRING: post tlou2!ellie williams x reader

SUMMARY: ellie stumbles upon your self-run town after her life is destroyed, except there's more to this town then what meets the eye. and it seems like there is more to you too.

WARNINGS: 18+ mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x

A/N: i've been working on this one for a while... i hope you enjoy! please send asks, reblog, and reply to this post <;3

WORD COUNT: 3k

"i still hear you laughing, but only for a minute"

Spring couldn’t come fast enough for Ellie. 

The cold still nipped at the exposed skin on her hands, ghosting the phantom limbs of the two fingers she was now missing. Everything was cold. The tip of her nose, her ears, and most importantly her heart. As she wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go, she knew there was one place she couldn’t go: home. 

Jackson was no longer a place for her. Joel was gone, Tommy thought she was weak, and Dina…Well, Dina wanted nothing to do with her. Dina had a lot she could blame Ellie for before Ellie left, but she never did. She stayed. And now, on top of all of that, Ellie had left one of the few people in her life who cared enough about her to stay. Spring could come tomorrow but it would forever be winter inside her. 

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was going west. She couldn’t handle the harsh winters of the East Coast, and Wyoming stopped feeling like home before she left for Seattle. She thought about staying on the farm and living out whatever short life she was going to have there, but staying in that home painted with memories of “what ifs” would drive her crazy. 

So she packed enough supplies to last her a few months if she hunted her food and headed to the West Coast. The first few days were silent, she only encountered a few infected and found shelter in abandoned buildings. She lived off of expired food she found in vending machines in old universities and occasionally sang herself to sleep. 

On her tenth day, she found a car that lasted her about 2 days. Once it broke down, she just kept walking. Over abandoned highways and thick forests, she just kept walking. On day 17, she reached California and stumbled upon an eerily similar set of walls. It looked just like the gates at Jackson, except these were concrete and better built. They were much higher, and the gates almost looked… automatic. 

Ellie was hesitant. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she definitely wasn’t looking for another hometown to destroy. She approached the large walls cautiously, with her hands up and slowly. As she walked closer she was screaming, “I come in peace,” over and over again. She was almost 50 feet near the gate when she heard a girl's voice shout, “Don’t come any closer.”

She stopped in her tracks as the automatic gates began to open. Ellie expected an army of people with guns blazing, just how it was when she first arrived at Jackson, but when the gates opened there just stood you, grounded in all your glory, and a gun aimed right at her face. She wanted to laugh, but that just seemed sexist. 

Instead, you pressed forward, unwavering, with your gun aimed right at her. She didn’t step backward, or even breathe, she just stood there until you were close enough to her to make out all the freckles on her face and the slit in her eyebrow. 

“Who are you?” you spat at her.

“Ellie,” she breathed out, her hands faltering a bit. 

With your hand firmly wrapped around the cold metal of the gun, you inched forward again, pulling back the slide, a metallic click echoing in the silence. The gun was loaded, and you were letting Ellie know that you weren’t afraid to shoot. Her hands stiffened again. 

“What are you doing here?” Your tone was tough and the look on your face was enough to send Ellie running for the hills, but it also made her want to crack a smile. Your nose scrunched up as you spoke, and your lips were somehow not chapped in this weather. But Ellie didn’t smile, she was sure if she did you would put one right between her eyes. That much she was sure of.

“I-” Ellie hadn’t thought this far. What was she doing here? “I’m just looking for a place to stay.” 

Your eyebrows creased as you gave her a once over, looking for any sign she was trouble. It was in your nature to search for danger, but she wasn’t raising any red flags. Except the fact that she made it here alone and unscathed, and was missing two fingers. 

“What happened to your hand?” you asked, tipping the gun slightly to her hand. A pained expression crossed her face, it was almost like she forgot that two of her fingers were quite literally bitten off, but that fight was somewhere shoved deep inside her mind. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember.

“Lost them in a fight,” she replied simply, there was no point in telling the full story. It’s not like you had the time. 

“You can’t stay here if you’re going to be trouble,” finally you put the gun down, resting your hands on your hips, giving her a firm look. Ellie would hand it to you, you were absolutely scary. In her mind, she knew she could take you, but she also wasn’t so sure of that.  

“I’m,” she sighed, lowering her hands slowly, “I’m done with that. I won’t be trouble,” and for the first time in Ellie’s life, she meant that. She was ready to start over. She knew the fighter in her would always be there, itching to come out but she had been fighting her whole life. It was time to give up. She had already lost everything. Or so she thought. 

Your face softened slightly before firming up again, your empathy peeking through like it always did. You looked her over again, sighing, as you signaled for someone at the gate to come. A man with short blonde hair trotted over, a leash in his hand. He looked kind as he offered a smile to Ellie.

“Old girl here is just gonna check to make sure you’re not infected,” he smiled, dropping the leash. Ellie’s heart rate picked up again as she watched the German Shepherd approach her slowly, sniffing around her as it circled her. You stood behind the blonde guy with your arms crossed across your chest. The dog found nothing and returned to the man, sitting down next to him, “Looks like you’re all clear!”

“Welcome to Mono City,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the gate, walking in that direction. You were halfway there when you realized Ellie wasn’t moving. Turning on your heel again you stared at her, hand on your hip again. You had an attitude, Ellie thought, cute. “You coming or what?”

The small town sat on a large lake, glistening as the sun's rays bounced off the surface. Buildings were built close together, trees without leaves scattered on the walkway, and about a hundred people out on the street as she trailed behind you, earning dirty looks from half of them. Ellie scowled back. Ellie smiled when you introduced yourself to her, telling her your name and a few key details about yourself. She learned you served as some sort of mayor here, keeping everything in order, and that you were the person that people came to. She would be lying if she said that didn’t intimidate her. But all Ellie did was give you her name again and tell you that she was from Jackson, anything else she said would fall short. 

“How are you with your hands?” you asked, voice flat and simple. Ellie choked on her words, stuttering a response. 

“I’m, well,” she coughed, “I’m just okay with them now, since,” she shrugged gesturing to what she now called her ‘bad hand’, “you know.”

A wave of guilt crossed your face as you composed yourself, somehow already forgetting your previous interaction. You shook your head solemnly, cursing quietly under your breath as you stopped. 

“Shit,” you turned to her, eyes squeezed shut, “sorry, I’m so used to asking the same questions, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s fine don’t worry about it,” she gave a tight-lipped smile. Now, with the illumination of the buildings, she could see your whole face. You were pretty, that she was sure of, but it was a more down-to-earth pretty. A type of pretty that you had to take in. You had scars around your face, and a pretty big scar down the side of your neck. It almost looked like the one Ellie had on her arm. But still, scars and all, you were just nice to look at. 

“Well, just for that reason we probably won’t have you be on guard duty,” you stated, eyes flicking around her face, “do you have any other strengths?”

“Uhm,” Ellie had to think for a minute. She had never really been asked anything like this before. What were her strengths? Did she have any at all? She used to be good at guitar, but now she couldn’t play, and that probably wouldn’t be useful at all to anyone here. She was good at art still, something she couldn’t take for granted anymore. It was all she had. The scratched-out drawings of Dina, JJ, Jesse, and Joel were stuffed deep into her bag.

“I’m good at art,” she shrugged, “and writing, maybe.”

“Okay,” you smiled, showing off your teeth, making her warm a bit, “that we can work with. Maybe you can teach at the school.”

“You have a school here?” Ellie gawked. Jackson had a school but it was small and had maybe two or three teachers. 

“Yeah,” you turned to keep walking, making Ellie stumble behind you to keep up, “we have three. An elementary, middle, and high school.”

“Wow,” Ellie was in awe, “It’s not like a military school or anything?” 

“No,” you answered quickly, your voice tight, “It’s not like any of that shit. We don’t fuck with FEDRA here.”

Ellie would be lying if she said that wasn’t music to her ears.

“It’s just like a normal school except we teach a lot more practical things. Things we can use like, cooking, science, and English. Like reading or writing. Since you’re new you will probably start with the elementary school. We also have little extracurriculars and we’ve wanted to introduce art but haven’t been able to find anyone yet.”

“Oh, cool,” was all Ellie said as you both stumbled on what looked like a residential street. There were rows of houses, all that looked the same. There was a road, with cars parked on them and driveways with gates. Most of the houses looked about two stories tall, some had toys lying in the front yards and a few animals were roaming about, small cats and dogs. The porches had furniture on them, little couches and chairs, and as she walked she noticed some people outside with mugs in their hands as if they were drinking their morning coffee. The town looked like something she saw out of a movie, only something she could dream about. Her eyes were wide in awe as you rambled on about something but Ellie was honestly too entranced in everything. Here, in the middle of nowhere was a whole town of people living their lives, as if nothing had ever happened to them. 

“Ellie?” you stopped in your tracks, crossing your arms over your chest. There was your attitude again, “are you even listening?”

“Y-yeah, I am. It’s just-”

“A lot, I know,” you sighed, “but you gotta listen, there are a lot of rules here. Rules that make this place function and if you don’t follow them, you could easily be kicked out.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, genuinely meaning it, “I’m listening, promise.”

“It’s fine,” you gave her a fake smile, turning to push open a gate to a nice house, “This will be your place.”

“Uhm,” Ellie stopped, not entering the front yard, “what do you mean ‘my place’? This is far too big for me.”

“This is the only size our houses come in,” you replied matter-of-factly, “you can just say thank you.”

Ellie blinked as she looked up at the blue house, that looked like it was built yesterday. It had a wrap-around porch and two white columns right by the entrance. The door was a giant white door with a gold handle. This was nicer than any house she’s ever been in, and way too big for one girl.  

“Thank you,” Ellie replied, still awe-struck, “this is just so nice.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, fishing around in your bag for something. You pulled out a pair of keys, and handed them to her, “Here’s your house keys. You don’t get a car quite yet, that’s something you have to work your way up to, but there is a bike in the garage. Spring is around the corner so it will get warmer and you should have your car by next winter so don’t worry too much. My house is right across the block, but I’m usually in the City Center if you need me.”

She wrapped her right hand around the keys, tightening them in her palm. She watched as you searched through your bag again and pulled out a little device. 

“This is your walkie,” you took a deep breath, “Try to find me before using it. It’s usually only used for emergencies so just be mindful of that. I’ll be by tomorrow to take you to work, so you have time to get settled in today. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ellie smiled, her voice sounding a little bit breathless.

That night Ellie settled into her new home. Well, she tried to settle into her new home but kept shifting around in every seat and couch, like she couldn’t find something to get comfortable on. She examined every part of the house, picking the smallest room for herself and shoving her backpack in the closet. She took a bath for the first time in months, washing all the dirt and grime off of her. Left in the shower was a bar of soap that looked like it had been handmade and unused. It smelled so good she almost took a bite, but instead chose to use it how it was meant to be used.

As the sun began to set she stepped outside, watching the activity on the block and smiling to herself. Everything just seemed so normal, but with the state of this world this town was certainly abnormal. From her window she could see you in your front yard, feeding a pack of cats that slipped through your white picket fence. She smiled to herself as she watched one rub against your leg, and your gentle hand coming down to pet it. She continued to watch as kids passed your house, waving to you and running back to their homes. 

The next few days were uneventful. Ellie found herself getting used to teaching young kids, always laughing when they asked about her missing fingers. It was out of her comfort zone, but she was around JJ enough to know what kids liked. Her voice always got so high-pitched when she spoke to them, and they liked being chased around the room. On her fifth day of working, a kid ran in screaming, “Miss Ellie! Miss Ellie!” with a chicken scratch drawing of his family. He was so proud that all Ellie could say was “Good job, bud!” and ruffle his hair. He left with the biggest smile on his face.

But now, Ellie found herself at the city’s most popular bar, with the other teachers who wanted to congratulate her on her first week. Della, who invited Ellie out in the first place, made a toast to her, clinking her glass with Ellie’s and taking a long swig of her drink. Ellie took a sip of hers too and fuck, this shit was strong. 

She felt human again, laughing with people her age in a bar and old music playing. She was almost having a good time until a song came on that reminded her of Joel. It was like her whole demeanor changed and everyone could tell. She excused herself from the group finding a small corner to sit on and finish the rest of her drink, hoping maybe it would make her forget everything. But then, the bell at the front door rang making Ellie look up to see who had entered. 

There you were in all your glory, tight shirt on and hair completely loose. It almost looked as if you were wearing makeup. Ellie must’ve been staring too long because she blinked and you were standing in front of her. 

“See you got yourself a drink,” you laughed, voice making Ellie’s cheeks turn pink. She was… really drunk.

“Yeah, I could get you one too,” she slurred a bit, goofy smile spread across her face. She watched as something odd crossed your face and now she was worried she said something wrong, “I just mean, like.. you know… I mean like as a thank you.”

“Right,” you sighed.

“For my mansion, you know,” she shrugged and you giggled. You giggled and it went straight to her head. What was she doing?

“You haven’t been paid yet,” you smiled back at her, now moving to sit down, “and it’s okay, I don’t drink unless it’s a special occasion.”

“What? Meeting me is not special enough,” she teased, knocking her shoulder with yours. Her eyes scanned your face, your smile reaching your eyes as you giggled again. Her stomach sank again. She wasn’t so sure if this was just the alcohol anymore, she felt like she was 12 and crushing on Riley again. 

“No, it’s special,” you reassured, “Maybe, I’ll drink when you decide to stay.”

“Who said I’m not staying?” she questioned sitting up.

“Some people don’t,” you shrugged, smile fading. Ellie’s brain wanted to make it better, make you laugh again, or shit do anything to put the smile back on your face. 

“Well, I’m gonna,” she said gently, so only you could hear her, “I need to get my paycheck.”

You laughed and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, laughing with you. 

“I’ll get that to you,” you smiled, “and we don’t use paychecks.”

“What’re you gonna pay me with?” she smirked, “I know some other ways you can pay me.” Then the same look from earlier crossed your face and she cursed quietly to herself, muttering an apology. 

“No, no,” you said, like you were about to let her down gently, “I just try not to get… involved with anyone since…” your voice trailed off.

“Since?” Ellie questioned, but as you opened your mouth to speak the group from earlier made their way over, noticing your arrival and screaming your name. She watched as you got up, hugged everyone and started chatting with them, leaving her with her drink and too many questions. 

There was one thing that scared her though. She knew you needed someone who could stay, and the only thing she was good at was leaving.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: After roughly taking your virginity unknowingly, Joel does his best to make the second time around more comfortable for you.]

“I’ll make you feel it again and I promise it ain’t gonna hurt this time”

Part one

Smut

(There is a 50 limit on people who I can tag, I didn’t know so many would want to be tagged sorry I didn’t get everyone!)

It was early in the morning when you woke up to Ellie still asleep and Joel nowhere to be found. You figured he was out keeping himself busy close by, and so you decided to make something for everyone to eat using what you had. Your mind never stopped thinking about what you had just done the day before, you wondered how he was going to act with you in front of Ellie.

Cutting up some vegetables that you grew you heard the door open and knew it was him. Joel walked inside to find you by the kitchen area before looking up to his left and seeing Ellie was still asleep.

“Hi” you spoke softly as his eyes found you again. He gave you a nod as he walked towards you while you struggled to think of something else to say.

“So um, I’m making-“

“You still in pain?” He suddenly asked in a rough low voice. Of course you were, not even twenty four hours earlier Joel had just rammed himself in you not knowing you had never been touched. You shook your head before you could think of a word to say to his unexpected question.

“N-not really, maybe a little but I’m fine” you assured him as once again you began to think of how good it ended. It was worth it to be a little sore. Now if it was ever going to happen again, you weren’t sure, but you couldn’t help but ask how else you could make yourself feel that wonderful high he made you feel.

“Joel um…can I ask you something?”

“Mhm” he stood across from you.

“Well…um, you know that feeling I told you I felt when you made me-“

“Mhm” he cut you off being careful Ellie wasn’t eavesdropping yet eager to hear your question.

“How can I feel that same feeling again…I mean…I know we probably won’t um do that again but I want to feel it…how can I in another way?” You question was hesitant, you almost felt stupid.

He took a deep breath trying to find a way to not react in that moment, an image of you laying in bed with your hand between your legs making yourself cum now in his head and you didn’t even do it purposely.

“Joel?” Your voice snapping him out of it making him look back at you.

“You’ve never-“

“No. I mean we had health class and people spoke but I never…” you tried to explain when Ellie’s voice caught you both off guard.

“Hey are you making those vegetable fritters again?” Ellie asked with excitement running up beside you as Joel silently walked out the back door.

“Uh, yes. Hey why don’t you finish cutting these for me so I can go collect the rest of the vegetables.” Ellie nodded and took over with the knife in her hand as you walked out.

Joel stood in the back staring off into the woods trying to control himself with the thoughts you just put into his head. He knew last night shouldn’t have happened, especially not the way it did but how the hell was he suppose to ignore this urge for you. His thoughts being interrupted by the sound of the door slamming shut as you walked out.

“Sorry, I just needed to get a few things” you uttered low as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“What the hell are you trynna to do to me?”

“What?” You asked confused as he turned looking behind you making sure Ellie wasn’t following you out. Quickly he stepped closer to you, with a very similar look he had the night before.

“I’m trying my best here to not-“ he cut himself off, his eyes drifting down to your lips.

“To not what?” You asked confused making him look back up, but he didn’t speak.

“Look Joel, if you don’t wanna tell me what I asked-“ he suddenly grabbed your face and kissed you making you stumble back against the wall. Still holding your face in his hands he pulled his lips away, his eyes darkened.

“No I don’t wanna tell you,”

“I wanna show you” his words sending a tingle to the pit of your stomach.

“You wanna feel what you felt last night, darlin’?” His eyebrows furrowed as his hands dropped to your waist holding you close.

“Y-yes”

“I’ll make you feel it again and I promise it ain’t gonna hurt this time”

“Joel…I…I don’t care if it hurts...I just want-“

“Hey, I’m done cutting the vegetables!” Ellie called out from inside making Joel quickly turn away from you thinking she came out. You took a deep breath grabbing the vegetables and walked back inside not saying another word.

That evening the three of you sat at the table together having dinner as you usually did. Ellie raised her brows looking back and fourth between you and Joel as you both didn’t lift your heads up from your plates.

“So uh, I was gonna ask if I can try fishing later?”

“By yourself?” Joel quickly looked up directly at her.

“Uh yeah, I mean its right there. We have most of the area closed off. Why not?”

“I don’t know, Ellie. I doubt you’d be able to catch more than I can anyway” he teased her making you look up.

“Nuh uh, wanna bet?”

Joel knew exactly what he was doing, Ellie out of the cabin leaving the place to just you and him…exactly what he had in mind.

“It’s on” Joel chuckled making you smile, it was rare to see Joel in a light hearted mood.

After dinner you watched as Ellie excitedly packed her stuff to fish with Joel making sure she had all she needed.

“You sure she’s gonna be safe there?” You asked making him look up at you.

“I wouldn’t let her go if I thought she wasn’t” he responded as you stood by the counter.

“Ok” you whispered as they finished up packing before Joel walked her to the lake leaving you alone in the cabin.

Being alone with Joel in doors bought an excitement to you that you never felt before. You knew what this meant with Ellie not there and had an idea. Looking at a tiny dirty mirror that was hung on the wall you began to undress yourself. It was strange, although this man had already taken your virginity, he still had yet to see your naked body.

With only a sweater on you watched out the window until you saw him finally approaching. Quickly throwing the sweater aside you positioned yourself by the counter that he would see the second he walked in. Your heart racing hearing the door knob turn until it finally opened, your naked body catching Joel completely off guard. Clenching his jaw he shut the door behind him as you stood awkwardly not sure what to do with your hands. Joel could tell you were nervous, your innocence arousing him a bit more. His eyes slowly finding the sight of your breasts, he began to make his way towards you without taking his eyes off them. Neither of you said a word but he could see you began to breathe heavier as your chest rose and fell in a fast pace. He stopped before you, slowly looking back up into your eyes.

“Now I’m trying my very best to not sit you up on that counter and take you just like I did last night but you’re making it too damn hard for me to not-”his eyes wandered to your naked body again.

“To not just do what I wanna do without thinking. But I promised you I wasn't gonna hurt you, and I keep my promises, darlin”. He looked back up at you.

“Joel-“ you whispered.

“Mm mm” he shook his head,

“I don’t wanna hear a word…not unless you’re cumming for me. I just want you to lay yourself on my bed” he proceeded to take off his jacket as you looked at where he slept. He watched as you nervously lay back on his pillow as he slowly lay beside you turned towards you. Silently his eyes drifted down to your body as you nervously took a deep breath. His large rough hand gently brushing over your hard nipples, he wondered if any other man had the pleasure in ever seeing them before let alone touching them. Slowly he moved down to your bare thigh as you looked up at him curiously.

“What are you gonna do?”

His eyes found yours as his fingers creeped to your inner thigh. He didn’t respond, gently pulling your thigh towards him, making your legs spread. He instantly felt you leg jerk back a bit, he knew you were nervous. You didn’t even realize you had done it.

“C’mere” he whispered pulling your leg completely against him before feeling his fingers trace your slit delicately.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re ready for me” his lips brushing against your ear sending goosebumps through your body just as you felt his finger on your very clit. Slowly he began to move his finger in a circular motion building up the pleasure little by little. Moaning softly he watched as your body began to squirm with excitement before sliding his finger down and feeling how wet you already were.

“Oh there it is” he whispered just as he slid his large finger in. You softly gasped as he leaned his lips against your face, you could feel his hard on against your thigh. Your fingers digging into the covers beneath you, just like that he was slowly finger fucking you…

So many thoughts running through your mind had all just melted away with what he was doing to you, you hadn’t even noticed just how focused he was on watching you as he continued until he spoke.

“That feel good,baby?” You looked up barely able to speak. The sound of your wet pussy speaking for itself, arousing him more.

“Joel..” you choked out jerking your hips upward, he knew what was about to happen.

“Joel…I think…I think it’s happening again” you rolled your eyes back as he moved his hand faster pressing his lips together. You grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging in, he watched as your back arched and lips opened but no sound came out before you cried out like I never before.

“Oh my god-“ you whimpered, your body still shaking against his as his hand slowly stopped. Your legs moving uncontrollably…you both locked eyes.

“Joel-“

“Shh, just feel it, baby” you panted looking up at him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Joel kissed you before suddenly whispering something you didn’t expect.

“Get on me, baby” he began to undress himself quickly before you could say a word. For some reason your heart sunk at the thought, you didn’t know how to ride a man much less a man of his size.

“Joel, I can’t-“ you whispered looking down at how hard he was.

“C’mere” he pulled your arms landing your hands on his bare shoulders.

“Joel wait, I don’t know how-“

“Look at me” he pulled your leg over him as you struggled to keep your balance holding onto him, you froze feeling his cock begin to enter you.

“Look at me, baby. You don’t have to do a damn thing” he held onto your hips as he slowly pushed upward while pulling you down on him. This angle only made him feel bigger, still sore from the day before the you winced making Joel instantly stop.

“You alright?”

“Yes” you whispered looking down at him. It seemed no matter how aroused you were, it was still bound to hurt, being sore also didn’t help.

“It’s ok just..just do it” he quickly shook his head at your suggestion.

“Don’t tell me that, I told you I wasn’t gonna hurt you” you felt his hands squeeze your hips, you knew he was doing his best to control his urge to thrust.

“Joel” you insisted with a look while leaning on his chest. Without saying a word, with full force he thrusted upward making you loudly gasp. The fullness you felt you were almost afraid to move, he remained still beneath you allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Dammit” he whispered breathlessly seeing the discomfort on your face. His hand gently brushing up your body, caressing your face. Slowly he pulled your body down completely against his, kissing you he attempted to distract you from the pain. You could feel his heart racing against your chest as you felt him very slowly pull out half way before sliding back in. You whimpered against his lips as he moved as gentle as he could. He continued this way until he felt your body relax, moving at a steady pace until you pushed yourself up and began to move on your own. He watched as you balanced yourself on him and began to ride him with ease.

“That’s it baby” His hands down on your thighs as he looked down and watched himself disappear in you. This position felt different but you liked it, he could feel how much you liked it. Closing your eyes you moaned throwing your head back when you felt his hands cup your breasts. He didn’t say much but he didn’t have to, the sound of his breathing and the way he touched you said enough. Moving in a faster pace he groaned appreciating the view of you on top, watching your hips grind sensually. His hands abruptly moved down your body as he unexpectedly took back control. You felt his legs lift up beneath you while holding you in place. His hands grabbing your ass he thrusted upward as fast as he could, watching your expressions change from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Joel-“

“Go ahead, cum for me” he demanded out of breath. Both of your bodies sweaty, your hands sliding up his chest but he held, the pressure you felt was much bigger than you had felt before.

“Oh my God-“ your nails digging into his chest, this time it felt much more intense, you didn’t think you could handle it.

“Joel, I can’t-“

“Yes you can” he panted. You squeezed your eyes shut, he felt you tighten up when ecstasy erupted throughout your body. Moaning almost in desperation, you held onto him barely able to keep yourself balanced. His mouth open watching your breasts bounce to his quick movements, he felt your cum drip down his balls. He watched you in awe, holding you steady on him as you felt complete loss of control.

“Oh yeah..” he whispered just as he felt himself about to explode. He quickly lifted you up and moaned in a way you had never heard before. Still on top of him, you leaned back, watching his hips jerk upward as his warm load spilled out of him.. Another harsh sound escaping his lips, yet you couldn’t take your eyes off his cock. His hand wrapped around it, finishing himself off, he looked down and noticed how you watched. He could barely speak taking a minute to catch his breath.

“You ok?” He whispered making you look up at him.

“Are you?”

Joel chuckled as sweat dripped down the side of his head and nodded.

The two of you were silent as you got dressed but you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. He knew there must’ve been alot running through your mind but he wasn’t a mind reader.

“You alright darlin’?”

“Can I ask you something?” You looked at him curiously.

“Of course”

“Does….does it feel the same way for you…the way it does for me….when you-“ Joel chuckled making you cross your arms.

“Why are you laughing, it’s an honest question”

Joel pulled your arms wrapping them around him, as he wrapped his around your waist.

“It can feel pretty intense…like just now” he responded calmly with a slight smirk.

“It almost made it hard for me to get you up on time” and you knew exactly what could happen if he didn’t. He pulled you in for a kiss as you were still lost in thought.

“You know-“ you gently pushed him back.

“It felt a lot…stronger today..while I was on top of you.”

“I take it you like riding me then, huh,” he whispered as he kissed the side of your face.

“I wanna try different things, Joel” your eyes rolled back feeling his scruff against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses.

“We will” you smiled when the random thought of how much of an ass he used to be with you came to mind.

“Hey….why’d you always give me a hard time at first” your question making him stop as he took a deep breath. He took a step back as he looked down thinking of how to respond.

“I was trying to avoid this”

“Having sex with me?” You almost laughed making him look up, the seriousness in his eyes made you quickly stop.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me and I just didn’t think it was a good thing for you” he rubbed his facial hair as you raised a brow.

“So what’s the difference between then and now?” Joel cleared his throat knowing a moment of weakness from him was what made the difference.

“Seeing you wearing my shirt that night” his words making you blush.

“Do you regret it?” You asked hesitantly.

“Of course not” he responded quicker than you expected.

“I only regret not knowing you were a virgin, for your sake.” You didn’t exactly know how to respond and so you looked down with slight embarrassment.

“Hey” he placed his hand on your waist pulling you in.

“I’m glad it was me” he whispered before kissing you gently and making his way to the door.

“We’ll be back in a few” he left you standing there silently, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant although you promised yourself you wouldn’t think too much into it…

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the first time it happens, bakugou is caught completely off guard and is therefore unable to properly act upon it. 

he’s just gotten off his patrol, groaning loudly as he sinks into his plush desk chair. he still needs to type up his report and go over the notes left by his assistant before he can call it a day, but as he waits for his monitor to boot up, exhaustion creeps over him. 

as a rule, bakugou did not usually nap in order to keep his strict sleep schedule. but after a long week of work, he can’t help but let his eyes drift shut and a yawn escape as he lays his head back. 

that is, of course, when the door to his office opens. and there’s only one person brave enough to open the door without knocking first. “hey.”

“hi,” you smile, stepping inside to place a bottle of water and a pack of electrolytes on his desk. “will i see you at home soon?” 

he glances at his monitor, the clock in the corner reading 4:48pm, twelve minutes before the workday is over. wincing, he rubs his temple. “might still be a while, sorry.”

“do you want me to stay and keep you company?”

it’s a tempting offer, but he shakes his head. “no, ’s alright. just pick up some takeout and i’ll meet you at home soon.” 

“okay,” you agree, but only because you both know that after you grab some takeout, you’ll be right back here to keep him company anyway. “just don’t work yourself too hard, promise?” 

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, letting you press a kiss to his temple. 

“alright, see you later, pumpkin!” 

bakugou pauses, brows furrowing. “wait–”

you’re already sailing out of the room though, and bakugou slumps back into his chair. you did not just call him, dynamight, pumpkin. that was something people named orange tabbys, not the number two pro with the highest offensive stats on the charts.

_____

he wishes that he could say the first time was the last, but it turns out that pumpkin wasn’t the worst nickname you could bestow upon him. 

you’re just sauntering out of the bedroom when you join him in the kitchen the next morning, freshly showered after his jog and fixing you a cup of coffee. you’re not a person until at least 9am, responding to his good morning, baby with a grumble as presses the mug into your hands.

you wake up a little after you’ve had a few sips, smiling at him over the rim of your mug as you murmur, “thanks, sweetpea.”

bakugou, who’d been gulping down a glass of water, nearly chokes, sputtering, “babe—”

“do you want to make waffles?” you ask, smiling so sweetly at him that he doesn’t have the heart to reprimand you. so he just doesn’t answer right away, wary of any more saccharine sweet nicknames you might fire off. 

“katsuki?”

“yeah, waffles. sure,” he replies stupidly, watching as you nod and begin pulling ingredients from the cupboards, criminally oblivious to the quarter-life crisis he’s having. 

_____

bakugou doesn’t know what’s going on with you. he’s heavily considering a trip to the er, because you must have been hit with some sort of quirk that makes you call him disgustingly corny pet names.

“nice catch, cupcake!” you applaud upon his return to the agency after apprehending a villain. one of the interns starts to laugh, but quickly smothers it when the pro-hero shoots him a withering stare.

“looking good, sugarplum,” you compliment when he’s in the middle of a quick, post-lunch workout in his office. he’d stopped mid curl, almost dropping 50 pounds on his foot. 

“thanks, muffin,” you grin after getting his signature on the report he’d missed earlier in the day. he tells kirishima, who’d been there trying to steal a protein bar from his desk and is starting to laugh, to shut the fuck up or get out.

it wasn’t that he hated pet names (he thought they could be cute). what he hated was being referred to as various pastries that sound like they’d come out of his dad’s cookbook. 

but he could handle it. could handle you because, well, he loved you. and you make sacrifices for those you love, even if it means his friends and fellow pros stop calling him dynamite and start calling him honeycakes instead. besides, you’d get over…whatever kind of phase this was eventually.

and you do. 

“goodnight, lovebug,” you murmur, just as he’s on the precipice of sleep. but he’s wide awake now, sitting up to flick the bedside lamp on.

“how do you just say things like that?” he asks, genuinely bewildered. 

you rub the sleep from your eyes, blinking yourself awake. “like what?”

“the names!” he groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “they’re ridiculous.” 

“they’re not ridiculous,” you huff indignantly as you turn to face him. “they’re cute, like you.” 

“i am not cute,” he scoffs, batting your hand away when you poke his cheeks. “you just— you can’t keep callin’ me shit like cupcake or lovebug. just pick somethin’ else to call me.” 

you’re looking at him with a shit-eating grin on your face, and bakugou feels he’s made a mistake of some kind. “should i call you my love instead?”

heat crawls up his neck as he averts his gaze. “that’s alright.”

you shuffle closer. “yeah? what about…darling?” 

“you can use that, sure,” he shrugs, hoping he doesn’t look as flustered as he feels. 

you’re straddling his lap now, dipping your head down to whisper,

“what if i called you daddy?” 

he freezes, fingers digging into your hips as your teeth graze the shell of his ear. 

you get your answer when he flips you both over so you’re trapped against the mattress, swallowing your gasp with a heated kiss.

BONUS:

you hum contentedly as kirishima places a stack of bills into your waiting palm. “i told you he would break in less than a week.”

the redhead groans loudly, lamenting his empty wallet. “man, i thought he was stronger than this!”

“if i’d called him something like ‘kitten,’ this whole thing would have gone a lot faster,” you muse, shaking your head. 

kirishima, clearly having not learned from his recent loss, suggests, “i’ll buy you lunch for a week if you call him that during the board meeting later.”

“i’ll buy you lunch for two weeks if you do it,” you counter. 

“deal!”

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Falling | Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: none

AN: Could’ve made it more angst but I was in the mood for fluff. I don’t think it’s my best work but I love it. I’m a bit tired and I wanted to post this so excuse the any mistakes.

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I hope you like it.

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Charles walked into the paddock in his team’s kit, he was so out of it today for some reason. His manager was walking with him telling him everything he’ll be doing for the day, he was half listening half lost in his own thoughts. So it made perfect sense why he wouldnt see you, you were crouched down taking pictures of Lando who was posing for you.

Charles all but fell on top of you, you had just enough sense in you to move your expensive camera away from the ground. Letting a soft curse escape your lips at the impact. Charles manages to catch himself just in time not to crush you. You were on your side and Charles was on his hands and knees beside you. Lando? He was on the floor laughing, laughing at your wide and shocked eyes.

Sitting up you looked at the Ferrari driver, who was on his knees dusting his hands, making you both now sitting next to each other. It was then that Charles saw you for the first time. Your hat was on backwards so he had full access to see your face. His eyes moved all over your face taking you in, he never saw you before he’s sure of it, there's noway he’d seen you before and forgotten, your face isn’t the type to be forgotten.

“Are you okay?… You didn't hit your head did you.” It took Charles a moment to realise you were talking to him, he blinked a couple of times, and cleared his throat, Lando watched amused(He’ll be proud later on to be there when you first met). You had a smile on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, are you okay?” Charles checked you for any injuries, he got up and offered you his hand, which you gave him, your soft hand in contrast to his calloused one.

“As long as my baby is okay, I’m okay.” You said waving the camera in indication. “You know you could’ve asked for pictures if you wanted, didn’t have to run me over.”

“I uh, I’m sorry I wasn’t focused.” Charles apologised realising he never apologised.

“It’s alright.” You gave him a smile.

“Charles.” Charles braved and put his hand out for you to shake, you placed your hand back in his telling him your name, before anything else could be exchanged he was pulled away and you went back to the mini photoshoot you were doing to a still amused Lando.

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Let’s say this wasn’t the last time you saw Charles, in fact he became one of the drivers who always posed for you and let you take pictures of him, and the fans had more pictures of Charles to rate in their weekly outfit rating when it came to the drivers.

“Come on, why won’t you take pictures of me?” Charles asked following you around the paddock, you were looking through the pictures you already took of him, and there were quite the few that were perfect, in your opinion.

“Charles I literally took over 50 of you just now, I’m not a Ferrari photographer you know.” You told the monegasque driver and stopped in your tracks suddenly he almost crashed into you, again. “Look at this one, you look so good here.”

“I always look good.” He said with a scoff, you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t admit that he’s right, it’s hard to take a bad picture of him. Charles looked at the picture over your shoulder, he was standing so close to you, you felt his body heat.

“I seriously have to go.” You told the driver, after a moment, looking at your watch. stepping away from the Ferrari driver you turned to face him. “Once I’m done with Ethan I can take more pictures of you.”

“You’re going to take some of Ethan, now?” Charles frowned, his upbeat mode gone, but you didn’t really realise too focused on what you had to do.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Charles.” Charles clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes before he left for Ferrari’s motorhome.

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you were at Ferrari’s motorhome, you were getting food from there that day, Ethan your cousin was in a meeting so you weren’t at Williams’ cafeteria. Taking your food you found the two Ferrari drivers sitting at a table, you smiled to yourself as you watched Charles talk animatedly with Carlos.

“Care if I join you?” You asked the two.

“Yeah, sit down.” Carlos said and Charles groaned with a teasing smile. You glared at the male but sat down next to him.

“It’s great to know that Ferrari has such a welcoming atmosphere.” You said to Carlos ignoring Charles.

“Yeah, this welcome is only for you.” Carlos said and gave Charles a look, the Monegasque kicked his leg under the table. Carlos smirked and shook his head. It didn’t take long before Charles started nicking food from your plate, unlike the duo you weren’t on a strict diet, your plate looked more appetising than his.

“Why are you so annoying, go get your own food.” You said after the fifth fry was stolen from your plate.

“Because annoying you is what I’m best at.” Charles smirked and stole another fry.

“Come on mate, she needs all the food she gets, running around the paddock all day.” Carlos has found himself always amused watching the both of you. Him and Lando have a standing bet on when Charles will confess, the former teammates are waiting for him to get the courage, since you seemed oblivious of Charles’ raging crush on you.

“Honestly Carlos you’re becoming my favourite Ferrari driver.” You said and quickly pulled your plate away from Charles’ attack, your eyes met in a challenge narrowing slightly. Your plate kept moving left and right as Charles’ fork kept coming back.

“How come someone so tiny can be so annoying?” Charles asked giving up on eating from your plate.

“Well I never thought an F1 driver could be stupid but here you are.” Carlos burst out laughing, you bit back a laugh as Charles blinked and stunted.

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Charles heard your laughter before he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile. When he rounded the corner his shoulders deflated and the smile on his face fell away. There you are again taking pictures of Ethan and joking around with the rookie. You’re 80% of the time just taking pictures of him, you both looked close and very comfortable with each other. You had your head thrown back in laughter as you both stood so close looking at the pictures on your camera. There’s nothing that the rookie could do that's this funny, in Charles’ opinion anyway.

“Why won’t you ask her out?” Pierre asked coming up behind his friend, he followed his sight and it fell on the female photographer. The female is well known now in the paddock and she took some crazy good photos of him and Kika last week.

“What are you talking about?” Charles acted confused and turned to walk the way he came from, Pierre followed him, determined to make his friend see reason and admit his feelings. Plus the bet money just doubled as more people also placed their bets.

“Come on now, just because she’s blind doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” Pierre said and rolled his eyes. “You’re going the wrong way.”

Charles stopped and looked around, seeing where he was and where he’s going. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how, okay?”

“You don’t know how…” Pierre was confused.

“I-I’ve never asked a girl out before, they’ve-they’ve always been the ones to approach me first.” Charles mumbled and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh, Charles cursed his friend and went to turn away when Pierre stopped him.

“WAit, wait, just tell her you like her and want to take her out for dinner or something, it’s simple.” Pierre said getting over his laughter when he saw Charles was serious and really didn’t know how to ask you out. “Isn’t she supposed to have a mini photoshoot with you today?” ‘yeah’ “Ask her then.”

“I don’t know.” Charles mumbled.

“Think about it.” Pierre patted his back in encouragement.

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Charles thought about it, he did, but every time he got the courage and told himself to just ask you out, he remembered all the times he’s found you with Ethan, the hugs he’s seen you share after races, the hundreds upon hundreds of pictures you have of him, your professional instagram is filled with the Williams driver. It irked him how the rookie could get you, he hated it, he really did. so he decided to sulk in his driver’s room.

Charles was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. He was laying back on his bed. ‘come in.’

he didn’t expect you to come in, he sat up on the bed. You timidly closed the door behind you but didn’t move further in the room, it’s your first time in a driver’s room that wasn’t your cousin’s.

“I was looking for you, a-are we having the shoot?” For some reason you found yourself nervous, Charles and your relationship has always been light and easy going so the heavy air around you both didn’t make any sense at the moment. “Are you not feeling up to it?”

“I thought you’d take photos of Ethan.” Charles said bitterly, you frowned at his words, he clearly didn’t like your cousin by the way he spat his name.

“No, I finished with him today… Do you not like him or something? Did he do something?” You asked and for those who know that you’re related to Ethan can tell that you’re asking for a place of an older sister, but to Charles it didn’t sound like that.

“No.”

“You can tell me, I’ll tell his mum.” You tried to joke but Charles didn’t react to your words at all, sighing you moved closer to him, he was still on his bed looking up at you. “What has my cousin done now?”

A long moment of silence and recognition flickered over Charles face.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah?” yYou were confused at his confusion now. “What did Ethan do?”

“I- I didn't know he was your cousin.” Charles muttered, you raised an eyebrow with a small smile.

“If not a cousin or a brother then, there’s no way I’d spend that much time taking pictures of a single person if I wasn’t under the threat of family.” You joked and sat on the very edge of the bed besides Charles.

“it - it makes sense.” Charles was talking to himself at the moment he connected the dots, it looked like he was debating something with himself while rethinking all his life decisions. He looked from his fingers up to meet your eyes, your breath hitched in your throat and in this moment you understood why you felt nervous. This is the first time you’ve been completely alone with the Ferrari driver. “Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“W-what?” Your eyes went wide, this came out of nowhere.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Charles has no idea where this courage came out from but the more she took to answer he started to doubt himself.

“A date?” It seemed like the only thing you can get yourself to say is to repeat what he was saying.

“I thought I was stupid.” Charles raised an eyebrow, you jokingly hit his shoulder and glared at him, but as he held your gaze.

“I would like to go on a date with you.” Both your cheeks flushed with colour and suddenly you aren’t able to keep eye contact. “I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

“We’ll, you trapped me the first time we met.” Charles joked remembering the first time you met.

“Me? You literally fell down the first time you saw me.” You replied straight away. “Some would say you fell right in love with me.”

“I don’t know about love, but I really like you.” Again you were left speechless, cheeks pink, you hid your face away from him by leaning your forehead on his shoulder. Charles couldn’t stop himself from hugging you and kissing the side of your head, unknowingly making it worse for you. Taking a deep breath you pulled back and pushed your hair back. “Do you want to take pictures now?”

“I don’t know, you did miss your appointment.”

“You should feel honoured to take pictures of me.”

“I feel sick.”

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Lando will definitely be telling everyone how he was there when Charles fell in love with you.

Carlos and Pierre won the bet.

username here's some of my favourite @/y/ntwt photos of @/charles_leclerc this year

username yn really has been working hard 👏 🤧

username no because what did she say to have him smiling like this!! ART 🙌

username forget what she said, look at how he looks at her (the 2nd pic isn't by her but he's looking at her) 👀👀

username we should all say thank you yn! 🥰🥰

[bahrtofane]

blue thobe and tea

Jude but he’s your husband and it’s Eid. yay !

word count - 1.3K+

watch it - eid chaos and shenanigans

p.s. -Count this as my Eid gift to yall ! 

The clock reads a brisk 6:00 am, and you're late. Well, behind schedule. But still. 

Running around trying to find your shoes ( you swore you left them at the door but whatever) last minute ironing of clothes and fitting cookies in tupperware because the 50 you prepared isn't nearly enough. You've been in and out of the kitchen checking on the tea that's been steeping, brewing and boiling since you woke up.

You're still in your bath robe, clutching it closed while you do laps around your home. You left Jude still in bed, and he soon wakes at the commotion you're creating. 

Your ever-patient husband appears in the doorway with a bemused expression. His hair is much less neat than he likes and sleepy eyes only add to his charm. "What time even is it?" he grumbles, clearly not thrilled about the rush.

You glance at the clock, "We're running behind schedule," you admit, crossing your arms and shaking your head. 

Jude steps closer, wrapping his arms around you, “We'll make it work," he reassures, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You relax, even for a second, sighing softly. 

“I don't want to be late late,” you grumble into the crook of his neck.

He coos at you, petting your hair and promising he'll be extra quick getting ready.

You smile, eyes crinkling while sending him off to shower. In the time he takes to get showered, ready, changed. You've found your shoes, heels now clanking as you finish the last bit of prep.

The tea is ready, poured into each thermos and set on the table. Jude steps out of your bedroom in the cutest blue thobe and your heart swoons.

“My handsome man,” you press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Think so?” He gives you a little spin. 

"You clean up nicely," you tease, giving him a playful nudge.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist,"Only for you, my love," he replies, planting a kiss on your lips.

You hum, “think you can get the thermos in the car?’

“Of course baby, “

As Jude heads out to the car with the thermos, you take a moment to admire him from behind. The way his thobe drapes over his frame, the confident stride in his step—it all makes your heart swell with pride. How lucky are you?

With a soft sigh, you clean up the last few things around your house. Washing the dishes, tucking plates inside the dishwasher, cleaning up the aftermath of your tea making, fluffing out your table cover, and sliding your house shoes snug against the wall. 

You get ready yourself. Not too much time as your dress slides off of its perch on your hanger. You do a quick once over in the mirror of your bathroom. Your makeup is good to go, your outfit is perfect. Things worked out after all. 

Your clock now reads 7:22. Relatively on schedule. You told your family you should get there around 8:30. 

You grab your purse, Judes sunglasses, the tupperware of cookies and head outside, locking the door behind you. The sun is beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the neighborhood. Dew still clings to the blades of grass that span your front yard.

 Jude ducks into his designated seat, your passenger princess, holding his hands open for the tupperware as you slide it into his lap. His glasses go on top of his head, seat belt clicking softly as you make your way to the drivers side. 

Jude is giddy as you make your way to your famed family eid event. He used to be nervous out of his mind, unsure of where to fit in. half the time you found him standing off to the side. Until your cousins forcefully made him join monopoly (its eid tradition okay). 

And even since then he's been more or less of a monopoly fiend, getting way too fired up than what's probably acceptable for a monopoly game but who cares. If he's having fun that's all you could really ask for.  

As you drive to your destination, Jude hums along to the radio, occasionally reaching over to squeeze your hand or steal a quick kiss at a red light. 

“You're so clingy,” you huff. Rolling your eyes playfully but leaning into each kiss nonetheless. 

“Yeah yeah and you love it.” he shrugs. 

You can't argue with that. 

“Think you'll win this year?” He knows what you mean. Monopoly of course.

“Of course I will. Tell your cousin I don't care how many times he moves his pieces when I'm not looking I will win.” he rubs his hands together. 

“You do that. I'm gonna play chess.” you nod. 

“You're really missing out you know.”

“I'm really not, those fiends of property will not be coming near me.”

“Baby.” he laughs.

“Hm?”

"You're gonna have to fix your lipstick kinda smudged it.” he giggles.

You quickly look into your rearview mirror, “you did a number on me.”

He only laughs harder. Ah the sweet sound of Eid fun. You love Eid.

When you finally arrive at your destination (and fix your lipstick) , your cousin's house is alive with the sounds of laughter and greetings. She got to host this year. You think next year will be yours and Judes. You have some remodeling to finish this year. 

You and Jude are greeted warmly by friends and family, exchanging hugs and well wishes. You snort at your younger family members who wait for their Eid money. This year it's Jude who gives it out. Taking his wallet out and kneeing to eye level with the kids as they get their gift for the day. 

You find your cousin, knee deep in dishes in the kitchen already.

“There you are,” she beams, kissing your cheeks and wiping her hands dry. She pulls out a kitchen chair and hands it to you. You take a seat gladly. 

“You look busy.” you raise a brow. 

“You think?” she huffs. 

You raise your hands up, “hey it's not even tea time yet what's with the dishes.”

“Cookies I didn't finish this morning.” she groans, heading back to the sink.

You get up out of her seat and push her out of the way, “go greet your guest you idiot i got it here.”

She sighs, heading off to greet the growing crowd of people that fill her home. 

You finish in a few minutes, organizing what you can before finding Jude surrounded by kids who throw various sports balls for him to juggle. He's doing pretty good, laughing as each ball gets increasingly more outrageous. Golf balls? Where did they get golf balls? 

You take a few videos before he calls it quits and joins you to do your round of greeting the new arrivals.

Throughout the day, you and Jude enjoy the festivities, indulging in delicious food, sharing stories, and making cherished memories. He ends up winning monopoly, go figure. Chess ends in a stalemate and you have a stare off with a family friend that sits opposite to you in the living room. Next time you both agree silently. 

Lunch has been served along with a large array of sweets with tea, (yours was a hit). Jude preens at the praise that comes your way, boasting of how amazing you always make it, that your hands are just naturally sweet. 

You swat his chest, scurrying away while he continues to any and everyone that will listen to him. 

“That man is obsessed with you,” your cousin appears again, tea in hand. 

“Isn't he?” you snort. 

“I hope you guys host next year.” she gives you a nudge with her shoulder.

“Me too. You did great this year.” 

“Don't leave the cookies last minute like me though,” she grumbles before melting back into the crowd.

As the day draws to a close and you head home, hand in hand with Jude, you can't help but smile at the thought of many more Eids to come, spent with the love of your life.

You're thinking of getting him a pink thobe for next Eid, good idea no?

[russos-ventitre]

leah williamson x reader | first steps ❤️‍🩹

✘ summary: its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

✘ warnings/tags: fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

✘ words: 1756

a/n: requested by anon

"Babe! Come on! You're gonna be late for your first day back!" You shouted from the kitchen, preparing her a packed lunch with a cute little note tucked inside.

"Nearly done!" The blonde shouted in response, quickly tying her headband in place before running down the stairs mere seconds after you'd shouted her.

"Here." She panted, standing in front of you as you handed her lunch, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Seriously.. again with the headband..?" You questioned, crossing your now free hands across your chest as you stared up at her forehead.

"Yeah.. keep my fringe out of me eyes." The defender smiled smugly.

"Uh huh.. that's why all of it is dangling past.." You quipped, hearing a groan from the taller woman.

"Are you sure you're not able to come..?" Leah asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your shirt as she tilted her head down to your height.

"No babe.. I'm sorry. I can't miss this meeting with my boss, it's really important." You lied, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice the glint in your eyes that suggested that.

"..but.." You continued, hands grabbing onto her training kit, tugging her close.

"..I'll make it up to you when you get home, yeah?" You winked, seeing a smile curl at the corners of the blonde's lips.

Leah bit her bottom lip looking down at you, one hand coming to rest on your hip. "You mean like show me how proud you are..?" She raised her brows suggestively, pulling you closer.

"Oi, no.. keep it in your pants Williamson.." You grumbled, seeing her start to laugh.

"God you can be such a teenage boy sometimes.. all horny and smelly.."

"Hey! I do not smell!” She groaned.

“Not denying the horny bit..” You elbowed her, pushing her in the direction of the front door. 

The defender let out a annoyed sigh, grabbing the handle and turning to face you.

“You better keep your promise..” She pouted, jutting her lower lip out as she gave you the saddest eyes possible in hopes to make you feel guilty.

“I will Lee, promise.” You held onto her shoulder as you stepped on your tip-toes to reach her lips.

"Have fun today, alright? I love you."

"I love you more, seeing you after training." She hummed, walking over to her car and driving off.

You quickly shut the door, pulling out your phone to text the girls.

[y/n] [6:45]: guys shes left!!

beffy [6:45]: viv and ill come pick you up in a few mins

beffy [6:45]: just need to grab our kitbags

laura [6:46]: im so excited!!

[y/n] [6:46]: me too lau :))))

You hurried to your bedroom, changing out of your 'work clothes' and swapping into one of Leah's old arsenal jerseys, feeling it consume your entire torso and nearly reach your knees. It felt like a warm hug. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

beffy [6:49]: she has no idea right?

[y/n] [6:49]: nope

[y/n] [6:49]: she still thinks that the meeting is happening even though my boss informed us last week that it was being rescheduled

laura [6:50]: [y/n]! youre evil 🥺

[y/n] [6:50]: i knowwww 🤭

You put your phone away and rushed around the house to gather a few necessities, coat, boots, and keys.

viv [6:54]: we're here

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎[y/n] hearted your message.

You ran out of your flat to be greeted by your two favourite people, both of them waving at you and Viv honking the horn as she waited for you to enter her car.

"Hi, guys!" You waved back, rushing into her car as she drove the three of you to training.

"You sure she won't notice?" Viv asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah of course. That's why I asked if you guys could drive me so she won't recognise my car." The couple now 'ohing' as it finally clicked.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Beth replied.

You all arrived to training a few minutes late, Jonas completely aware of the antics that M&M had planned, distracting Leah from their noticeable absence. You decided to stay inside for a bit, watching from one of the windows.

"Alright, ladies it's time to run some drills." He clapped his hands together, seeing all the girls gather around. He put all of the girls into pairs, having Leah be paired with the Physio. Beth and Viv sneaking into the group of girls, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice their quiet appearance.

"Hey, Leah, take it easy today, try not to get to frustrated with yourself." The blonde gave her a light pat on the shoulder, seeing her nod in response. The defender walked over to the side with the Physio, listening to her instructions.

"I'm just going to examine how your body reacts to a few of these stretches and if everything looks good you'll be cleared and allowed to train with the other girls. You'll still have to take it easy though and you'll have to be checked again after training to see if your healing hasn't been disrupted." The Physio cautioned, standing beside as they both began stretching together.

Leah did as she was told, copying all of the stretches that she had asked her to do as a part of protocol. Trying her hardest not to overwork herself and make her already injured knee worse. She desperately wanted to be kicking the ball around the pitch with the other girls and playing a 5 v 5 right now but she had to focus on the here and now.

After an hour of training and a few short breaks, you snuck your way outside, ducking behind the stands as you secretly watched Leah from afar. She was eating the food that you made her, catching her cheeky smile from the little love letter you wrote her.

hey babe,

im so proud of you. youve come so far and it makes my heart so happy to know that my girl is going to be back on the pitch again playing for her childhood team. youve done amazing my love, you should be so proud of yourself.

love, [y/n] xx

Jonas joined you from your hiding spot, giving you a hug. He was happy to see you there supporting her.

"Oh! Hey! how's she been?" You asked.

"Yeah, good. Really good, shes been making a lot of good progress with the Physio."

"Will she be running today with the rest of them?"

"If everything goes well, definitely." He smiled proudly.

That's my Lee.

You began to stare at your blonde lover a little too hard, noticing how her eyes were wandering around the pitch as she happily ate her ham sandwich, her eyes nearly landing on you. You jumped back, lightly bumping into Jonas as you were worried she nearly saw you.

"S-Sorry, thought I was spotted there."

"It's alright, although I should probably leave before things get too suspicious." He gave you a little wave before making a swift exit.

Leah walked over to the side to grab her water, chugging as she listened to the Physio explain her results.

"Your body seemed to react really well to all of those stretches, so I'm clearing you for the day. Go have fun out there with your friends, kid." The older woman gave her a light pat on her shoulder before walking over to find Jonas to discuss her progress.

You watched as Leah took her first steps onto the pitch, kicking the ball that was sent her way as she practiced some drills. After a few touches of the ball, you snuck your way onto the pitch, hiding behind Viv, Beth, and Laura. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and wolf-whistled in her direction.

"Hey good lookin'." Revealing yourself from behind the group, arms waving in her direction.

The blonde turned her head, confused as she recognised your voice. Her eyes immediately lighting up as she found you wearing her old kit as you stood next to Viv, Beth, and Laura who were on the side.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." Leah asked, pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close in her arms.

"Yeah well.. plans change. Plus, how could I miss a moment like this?" You nuzzled your face into the blonde's neck, feeling her melt as your nose brushed against her skin.

Viv, Beth, and Laura all watched as you both shared a quiet moment together, Viv recording, and Laura just crying.

"I love my parents." She sobbed, feeling a supportive hand from Beth as she patted her on the shoulder, eventually crying in the blonde's arms. "I know.. I know Laura.." She hushed, patting her on the head as she smiled back at you both.

You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Go on.. go have some fun, don't let me stop you."

Leah blushed as you caressed her face, melting into your touch before nodding. "You're staying, yeah?"

"I'll be right here, cheering you on." You smiled, feeling her pull you in for a second kiss. She sent you a final smile before pulling away to continue her drills with the ball, your hand lightly tapping her on the arse as she ran back to her spot.

You walked your way back to the other girls, feeling Beth drag you into the tight hug that she had Laura in and eventually swinging her arm out for Viv to join, who begrudgingly did after a few seconds.

"Thanks, girls."

"Anytime, [y/n/n]." Beth murmured, squishing the four of you closer together.

You watched as your girlfriend ran her drills, feeling a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to finally reach this moment. You caught her smiling at you at any given opportunity, giving you shy waves before continuing dribbling the ball and making some passes. It was clear that she missed doing this, and she couldn't be happier doing it whilst you were there. Giving her the opportunity to show off a bit and steal kisses from you every now and then as she ran past you. Your cheeks shining a bright red that matched the jersey adorned to your chest, your heart feeling full at the sight of your lover doing what she loves the most. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

[karshown]

[ papamin ] I wish that woman wouldn't stress me the way she does. // f!reader x kento. //

Oh the way Nanami kento would spend every penny, every dime left in his deep pockets just to see your eyes flicker with joy.

You were the only woman

that he allowed close.

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YOU and your husband were out shopping, Kenji or as you called him, Ji-ji accompanied as he sucked his chubby thumb as if his life depended on it. Few people shot you and Kento various glances, some even went to the extreme by raising their eyebrows.

It was a shock to see him, with a woman like you. To your friends you two were a perfect match, you were classy but kento was beyond that, elegant but even beyond elegant. Maybe it was the fact that you a brown skinned woman with shape, walked alongside a man with lightly tanned skin and on top of that, he had a perfectly tall muscular figure.

You two were wearing completely different clothes at that, you decided to go simple today, as you threw on a tight, long black dress, with long sleeves to add on, it had a pretty perfect fit on you. Nanami naturally didn't settle for whatever 'normal' was to you, he always had to go out of his way with every outfit, he did it without realizing. He wore a black suit that matched your dress, and his usual watch, almost as if he had a major event to attend to but in all honesty he didn't.

You loved how he never settled for the normal things.

You scoffed, Kento shot you a glance as he barely paid any attention to anyone besides you & Ji-ji. His grip around your smaller hand tightened, as he snuck his fingers between yours, you held Ji-ji on your hip. One colorful shop caught your eye, as you and Nanami came to a stop right in front of it.

“This one?” Nanami observed the bright rainbow colors, especially the ones that stood out, the ones that reminded him of you which encouraged him to follow through with your idea. Before stepping in, you handed Ji-ji to Nanami for the time being just so you didn't get too distracted, Ji-ji was in a dying need of new clothes (he already had over 50+ sets but thats not the point.)

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YOU found 10 new sets only minutes after stepping into the shop, everything was well put together so it was simple to find everything needed. Until you overheard the light laugh of a young woman, still around your age though, but that wasn't what bothered youーit was your husbands voice, too.

"Wheres his mother? or are you not married."

"Actually I-"

"Its fine, its not a shocker that you aren't married, thats how some women are nowadays, sadly." the worker whos name tag read 'Stepphie,' plastered a clearly fake pout on her face, as she put more clothes out onto the racks.

"Baby, whats going on?" you showcased your anger & jealousy in different ways, and just to be petty you had to rub it in her face, you lightly brushed your lips on Nanamis cheek, as he snaked his hand around your curvy waist.

"This is my lady, Y/N, also known asーmy beautiful wife."

You shot the woman an evil glance, as she stood there dumbfounded.

"If you allowed him to finish his sentence earlier, then you would know that hon." You lightly tapped her shoulder as she flushed pink to red, naturally embarrassed.

"M'sorry." she quickly turned away, finding other racks that needed a restock to easily distract herself.

Moments later, you three checked out.

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"You couldn't tell she was flirting with you?"

"Honestly, no."

That didn't really surprise you, since it took you a good year to get Nanami to realize you grew fond of him, for 12 full months he didn't catch a single hint until the new years party, which even then it took one of your friends to accidentally blurt out the fact that you had a kiddie crush on Kento.

You placed the last bag down, aligning it with every other bag in the truck just because you're a slight perfectionist.

"I'll take your word for it, next time im not letting it slide."

"There wont be a next time, mylady."

"Thats even better," You shut the trunk closed as it clicked, Ji-ji was already in his car-seat & buckled in which left you with nothing else to do except getting home. You turned around to lightly kiss Nanami as his moisturized hand rested aside your lower back once more, deepening the kiss that was originally supposed to be light & short, which turned into long and passionate.

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pt #2 ,, summary ー

y/n mysteriously finds herself getting sick, in to which nanami takes care of her, trying to slowly aid her back to being her normal healthy self.

--------------> read here !! -- half of what i planned for new years special 📰 '

// now as always, reblogs, notes, etc are always appreciated ,, //

[thebadgerclan]

All Mine

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: After a run-in with his ex, you remind Nikolai whose he is...

Smut!

How on earth he’d gotten an invitation to the ball, much less gotten past the guards was beyond you.  But when you felt Nikolai stiffen beside you, you were immediately on edge.  Then you’d seen him standing on the other side of the ballroom, his eyes locked on your husband.  Lord Richards, the son of a lesser noble and Nikolai’s former lover.  They had been together when Nikolai had first enlisted, Richards doing the same as was traditional for the sons of noblemen.  Their relationship only lasted a few months before Richards turned bitter and began taking his anger out on Nikolai.

Your husband had told you all of this shortly after your wedding, when you asked where the thin scar on his left shoulder blade had come from.  Needless to say, you had banned the man from court and had since held a massive grudge against him.  Yet he was here, now striding across the ballroom towards you and Nikolai.  You gripped your husband’s hand tightly, willing an ounce of your strength into him.

“Lord Richards,” Nikolai managed when he was close enough.  “I was not expecting to see you here.”  Richards nodded, a smug grin on his face.  “Indeed, it seems my invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.  Pity.  But the guards were all too happy to let me in once I slipped them a 50.”  You took a microscopic step forward, still clasping Nikolai’s hand.  He may be willing to play nice, but you certainly were not.

“What do you want, Richards?”  The man laughed, and it was a feat of strength not to punch him.  “Only to see Nikolai, darling.  Show him what he’s missing.”  You dropped his hand, stepping forward again, putting yourself completely between them.  “You will address your King properly when speaking of him,” you said.  “And you forget yourself.  I am your Queen, and you will respect me as such.  Guards!”

At your call, four guards came to your side.  “Escort this man from the grounds, ensure every guard knows never to admit him again.  And find the man he bribed and sack him.”  Richards was dragged away, and as soon as he was out of your sight, you turned to your husband, who was visibly shaken.  “I didn’t think I’d ever see him again,” he said.  “H-how did he get in here?”

You took his hands and gently led him from the ballroom.  Nikolai silently followed you back to your rooms, squeaking in surprise when you pushed him against the closed door and kissed him.  Your anger had somehow shifted to arousal, the need to remind Nikolai of whose he was burning like an inferno.  “Do you want this?” you asked, never wanting to assume, and when your husband nodded, you snarled, kissing him harder, tearing his clothes from his body.

“If I wasn’t Queen, I’d murder him for just looking at you,” you said, now kissing his neck as you tore his shirt open, buttons flying to the ground.  “I’m the only one who gets to look at you like that.  Not him, not anyone else, me.”  Nikolai whimpered, cock throbbing.  There was something about seeing you so demanding, seeing you take control that made his head feel fuzzy.  “Y/N,” he managed.  “Please.”

You’d removed his trousers and underclothes, leaving him naked and pawing at your shoulder.  It was like he was in a daze, and even then, he managed to get your gown unlaced and off.  You sealed your lips over his once more, walking him backwards to the bed.  Nikolai looked unbelievably gorgeous sprawled on the bed, his face and neck flushed, chest rising and falling with his breaths.

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name,” you said, and your husband eagerly nodded.  “Please,” he sighed.  “Please, please!”  “You don’t need to beg, sweetheart.  I’ll ride you nice and hard.”  With no further preamble, you straddled his waist, gripped his cock, and sank down on his length.  Nikolai let out a long, strangled moan, and you began bouncing on his cock, setting a fast pace.

“Who makes you feel this good?” you asked, spanning your hands across his chest.  “Who’s the only one who gets to see you like this?  Whose are you?”  “You!” Nikolai nearly screamed.  “You, I’m yours!  All yours, Y/N, fuck!”  You smiled, flushed with pride, bending to kiss him.  “That’s right, baby,” you praised.  “And I’m yours.”  You rolled your hips and bounced on his length, drawing the most beautiful moans and whimpers from your husband’s lips.

Already he was close, grappling at your hips, pleading with his eyes for you to let him come.  “Say my name when you do, love,” you cooed, and Nikolai was finished.  He moaned your name repeatedly as he came, hips twitching weakly upward as he spilled himself within you.  Normally, you would stop riding him, gently pull off, snuggle against his chest.  But you’d promised Nikolai to fuck him until he forgot Richards’ name…

So you kept on, making your husband wail with pleasure and slight overstimulation.  “Y/N, Y/N, yes!”  Pride filled you, and you bent to kiss him again, trailing your lips over his throat and chest.  “Fuck, baby, you fill me up so well,” you said, your words falling directly into his ear.  “I have fucking dreams about your cock, Nikolai.  Saints, you feel so good.”  Nikolai was moaning and whimpering incomprehensibly, his arms winding around you in an attempt to hold you close.

“Are you going to come again for me, love?  Come inside me?”  Nikolai nodded, and before he could do anything more than moan, he was coming again, tears slipping from his eyes.  A few more thrusts had you coming as well, sighing into the crook of his neck.  You laid atop him for several minutes, pressing lazy kisses to his jaw, before pulling off of him, retrieving a damp cloth and your contraceptive from the bathroom.

Nikolai was on another plane, he was so blissed out.  When you returned to him and after you’d cleaned the two of you up, he clutched you to him, sighing happily.  “Fuck, that was….” he trailed off, and you smiled.  “Good?”  “More than good, Y/N.  Shit…”  You snuggled closer to him, tugging the sheet up to cover your bodies.  “I can have him arrested, if you want,” you said, and Nikolai furrowed a brow.

“Who, love?”  That made you laugh.  “Wow, I really did fuck you so hard you forgot his name.  Richards, Kolya, I’ll have him thrown in the dungeons.”  Your husband smirked, shaking his head.  “No, my love, you don’t need to trouble yourself.”  You propped yourself up on an elbow, making puppy-dog eyes at him.  “But it would make me so happy…”  Nikolai laughed, pulling you back into his arms and kissing you.  “If it would make you happy, then of course, darling,  Arrest that bastard.”  You kissed him then, soft and gentle.  “I love you, Kolya.”  “Not nearly as much as I love you, my dear.”

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

It's been a week and there's still no solution to their problem. Alastor and Vox are still stuck in this parallel world without any solution to getting back home.

They're stuck playing nice with each other until they do.

Alastor's grin strains as he listens to the other Overlords bicker with each other. One day of interrogation. Six days listening to this drivel.

He doesn't want to stay here any longer. Alastor stands up, intending to just walk out.

"Where are you going?" Other Carmilla asks.

"Out," Alastor says. "Many apologies but I simply cannot stay here any longer. I can't help Vox with whatever he's trying to do right now."

Other Vox rolls his eyes and Other Alastor simply nods once. All the others murmur a few small pleasantries of understanding.

Except for one.

Alastor starts walking towards the door.

"So you're leaving? Good!" Vox shouts after him. "I never needed you or your help anyway. Not now, not in the 50s! So just go on and run away again! You're useless baggage!

Alastor stops. "What did you just say?"

Vox scowls. "I said—"

Everyone in the room jumps as Alastor suddenly surges towards Vox with a burst of static and slams him against the wall, hands gripping the TV demon's collar tightly.

Alastor cricks his neck as his eyes turn to dials. "May I remind you who exactly found you when you arrived in Hell? I did. I found you and helped put you together.We used to be friends, Vox, and you were the one who threw twenty years of partnership out the window in exchange for false promises made by a lecherous sinner demon that went against everything we worked together on. You tossed me aside and bad-mouthed my domain."

The others collectively frown, trying to decipher Alastor's words through the thick radio filter.

Vox opens his mouth, intending to object before Alastor slams him against the wall again. His voice comes out less tinny, and more clear. His radio filter is waning.

“Don't say you didn't. You called me a relic of the past and ran in the opposite direction with your new beau so you could capitalize on every new little thing. I may be the one who left for seven years, but you have always had me. You still have me! I was the one who was forced to let go because I. Lost. You.”

He punctuates his last three words with larger and larger bursts of static before clarity rushes back to him.

Alastor's pants with exertion as he realizes what he's just done: spilled his secrets and bared his vulnerabilities to Vox, something he swore he'd never do again after the 70s. He can't stay here. He'll just get wound up again. He needs to go.

All the tension in his body leaves. He takes a step back and lowers Vox to the ground. Everyone stares at him.

He chooses not to look at them and turns towards the corner of the room. “I'll be out. Come find me when I'm not itching to tear you into pieces.”

And with that, he walks briskly into the shadows and melts away.

The others turn to stare at Vox, who's shaking.

Instead of saying anything, though, he turns and marches out of the room.

The lights flicker for a long time before they each burst and plunge the room into darkness.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

No words just screaming this is fucking BRILLIANT and every detail we got from ep 8 is just making this hurt more but also love it even more I'm going to scream irl

[wayward-dreamer]

Far From Innocent - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 6,207

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, choking, use of 'slut' and 'whore', unprotected sex (SB pulls out), just a whole lotta smut, okay? lol

A/N: I'm so glad y'all are enjoying this. Just one more part after this one. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

The next night came around a lot quicker than Y/N had wanted it to.

She spent the day completely distracted at work, everything she needed to do taking twice as long because couldn't’ keep her mind off the fact that America’s golden boy had given her an impossible offer to accept. She told herself she couldn’t do it continuously, throughout the day, and even when she got home. Yes, she was angry with Jim and wanted to confront him, but she wasn’t about to do the same thing in return. She had ignored him all day, having lunch on her own and taking a cab back home at the end of the shift.

The weekend had arrived, and she had to be up early the next day, having already planned dress shopping with her mom. It was yet another reason she couldn’t go running off to the Vought building for the night.

As she sat in bed, book in hand but not retaining any of it, she bit her lip as she looked at the time. It was 8:15pm, and there was still plenty of time to give in and meet Soldier Boy. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her book. It was ridiculous. She was better than this.

But maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was allowed to have one secret for herself. Jim probably had several if yesterday was any indication. Soldier Boy said he knew what she needed.

She knew what she needed, and she wasn’t going to find it with Jim no matter how hard she tried.

Throwing back the covers, she got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She stripped out of her nightie and put on her black, strapless bra and panties, putting them on before she slipped on a black girdle with suspenders. She sat back on her bed, rolling the sheer stockings onto each leg, clicking the suspenders on before she stood up, taking out her favorite black dress. The flowing material was perfect for the summer, the draped neckline turning into a sash at the back of the left shoulder. She stepped into it quickly, looking back in the mirror to make sure she zipped it up properly. She checked her hair, her curls still intact which was thankful for before she applied make-up to her face again. She used her best eyeliner and mascara, completing the look with a dark red lip.

She took out her black purse, ditching the gloves for the night but the sight of the ring on her finger had her stop her frenzy to get ready. The diamond sparkled brightly, reminding her of the commitment she had made by saying yes, but a little voice in the back of her mind also reminded her of what she had seen yesterday. She may not have had the full picture, but it was easy to figure out.

She pulled the ring off and left it on her nightstand, slipping her feet into black heels just as she picked up her purse. Filling it with her necessities, she took one last look in the mirror, a smirk on her face as she flicked the sash around. She made her way out of her room, turned off the light and hurried down the stairs.

With a yell to her parents that she was meeting Jim, she picked up the keys and rushed out the door.

Hailing a cab rather quickly, she gave the driver the address of Vought American, her heart thumping hard against her ribcage as he drove down the busy New York streets. She looked down at her wrist, cursing that she forgot her watch back at home.

“Excuse me, sir, could you tell me what time it is?” she asked, politely.

“8:45, miss,” he replied, glancing at his own watch and looking up at her through the rear-view mirror.

“Thank you.” She sat back against the seat, closing her eyes as she breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.

Fifteen minutes later, she was staring up at the building as the driver stopped at the curb, willing herself to tell him to turn around and drive her back home. She had come this far, though, and she was going to follow through. Paying the driver, she stepped out of the cab and slammed the door, walking towards the entrance. She kept her head down as she made her way to the elevators, hoping no one recognized her and asked what she was doing there so late. She managed to reach the 40th floor without anyone noticing, and she took a quick glance around as she stepped out of the lift.

Her heart continued to race with every click of her heels against the marble. She walked past her desk along with the secretaries’, turning down the hallway to the heroes’ penthouses. She gulped as she moved past the doors of the other superheroes, hoping that one of them wouldn’t walk out and see her. Not that many of them would care if she was there, but she didn’t need them saying anything to someone else. She finally reached Soldier Boy’s apartment, exhaling as she knocked on the door. A wave of déjà vu came over her as she turned the knob to find it open, but she prayed it wouldn’t be like last time.

She walked in to hear soft jazz playing, a smile spreading across her face at the familiar tune. She looked around the large room, wondering where the man who invited her here was.

“I knew you’d show up,” his voice came from the other side of the room.

Y/N turned, where she found him standing behind the bar, fixing himself a drink. She saw the way his locks fell in front of his eyes, the gathered collar of his suit open and the zip underneath pulled down to expose his clavicle, giving him a much more relaxed look than he usually had. He walked around the bar and over to her, a tumbler in each hand as he stood a few inches from her.

“We never did get to finish that drink together,” he said, handing her a glass.

One side of her mouth pulled up as she took it from him, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“Fuck, you really are cute,” he chuckled, the timbre deep and husky as his finger tucked under her chin, lifting her face up. “But you’re a lot more than that too, ain’t ya?”

This was a last chance for her to change her mind if she really wanted to. She could put the glass down and walk out, go back home and forget this ever happened, maybe even find a job somewhere else. Or she could embrace all the sinful thoughts she had since that day he had well and truly opened her eyes to the possibility of more; of better.

“I guess you’ll find out soon,” she remarked, lifting her glass.

He smirked, clinking his tumbler against hers. He took a sip of the amber liquid as he marched over to the leather sofa, taking a seat as he placed the glass on the table. A dark green box sat on the table, with the initials “SB” engraved in gold letters on top, which he pulled closer to himself.

“You want anything else with that drink?” he asked, opening the box and turning it towards her.

She sauntered over to him and peered into the box, feeling nervous all over again. She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t know what any of it was. There were small amounts, but he probably had every kind of pill and substance in that box. Of course, she didn’t have to partake, but she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She really felt out of her element and once again, for the fiftieth time that night, she thought that she shouldn’t be doing this.

She sipped her drink as she pushed that thought away. If this was only going to be one night like she intended, then there was no need for her to be so on edge.

“I think I’ll hold off,” she stated, bringing her glass to her lips again as she strolled away. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city, taking another sip of the Old Fashioned, as her gaze roamed over the sparkling lights.

He gave her a brief nod before he took out a small round container. Opening it, he tapped a small amount of the white powder onto his fist. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled it quickly, twitching his nose slightly. It repeated the action with his left nostril, leaving the small container out as he sat back, his arm over the top of the sofa. He admired her from the back, his green orbs taking in the shape of her waist.

“It’s quite a view,” she commented, as she turned around and walked back to him.

“Sure is,” he muttered, as he watched her.

Y/N sighed, an amused smile on her lips as she realized they weren’t talking about the same thing. Their eyes locked as he gestured for her to take a seat next to him, noting the way her fingers drummed against the tumbler as she contemplated whether she should.

“I’m not gonna bite, doll,” he assured her, his signature smirk on his face. “Not until you want me to.”

She bit her lip, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge as she slowly moved towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch, facing him. “Maybe I won’t want you to.”

He leaned forward, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it on the table in front of them, the proximity between them much closer than before. His face was an inch away from hers, his green orbs taking in the features of her face.

“Maybe I’ll have to anyway,” he countered.

Y/N let out a shuddered breath and before she even realized it, he had closed the space between them, his lips pressing against hers in a sensual kiss. With what little confidence she had, she pressed into him as she gripped at the fabric of his suit. The kiss deepened as he explored her mouth, a little rougher as his hands found the zipper on her dress. Pulling it down slowly, a low moan from her vibrated against his lips as she felt his fingers brush over the material of the shapewear.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky as he pulled away from the kiss. His eyes darkened as she did as she was told, the thought of how easily she did turning him on. “Take it off.”

She sighed softly, allowing her remaining nerves to wash away as she did. She pulled down the top of her dress and removed her arms from the sleeves, pushing the rest of it down her body, the flowing fabric pooling around her feet. Left in her black lingerie, she gulped as she felt exposed under his intense gaze, but she reminded herself of the decision she had made. This was only for tonight. His hands laid on her hips and pulled her forward, looking up at her as they slipped down to her thighs, unclipping the suspenders.

“On your knees, sugar,” he instructed, a smug grin pulling at his lips. “I wanna know what that gorgeous mouth feels like around my cock…”

Slowly, she sank to her knees between his spread legs, allowing him to take her hands and place them on top of the pants of his suit. Her hands shook while pulling the zipper down gently as he took off the top of his suit, throwing it on the floor as he laid back, her eyes roaming over his chest and muscular arms. She pressed her lips together as she opened his pants, her mouth going slack as she caught a glimpse of his cock. He was far bigger than she was used to.

“I uh, I don’t…” she stuttered, as briefly glanced at him but just as quickly looked away. “I’ve never-”

“You kidding? He’s never made you give him head?” he asked, incredulously.

A timid shake of her head was her only response, not trusting her voice in that moment.

“You’ll learn,” he reassured her, winking.

A small smile appeared on her features, quickly morphing into a smirk as she tugged his pants down his thighs, her hands sliding up his exposed skin as she shifted forward. Her fingers brushed over his shaft, a sense of pride filling her as he twitched at her touch. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing over her lips as he pulled her head down. Her tongue slowly licked along the underside of his length, softly taking the tip between her lips. His hands immediately found their way into her hair, a low moan coming from her as she took him further into her mouth.

“Pull back a little,” he instructed.

She drew back slightly, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft before her tongue circled the tip and she sank back down, letting him slide in deeper.

“That’s it, doll,” he husked, lightly tugging at the locks of her hair. “Take a little more, come on…”

She hummed around him as she moved her head back, a soft groan escaping him at the vibration around his cock as her head began to bob back and forth. His head dropped back against the leather, a smirk pulling at his lips just as he felt the drugs taking effect, his grip tightening in her hair and guiding her along his length. She took him deeper into her mouth, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly.

“Relax that throat, sugar,” he advised, his grip getting a little tighter in her hair.

She managed to do what he told her before she shifted up, letting more of her spit drip down his shaft. She continued to work her mouth over him, the erotic noises leaving him causing her to press her legs together.

“Good girl,” he praised her, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “That’s fucking perfect, doll… that mouth’s fucking wasted on that limp dick fiancé of yours.”

That insult towards the man she was meant to be marrying should’ve offended her, but she ignored it, the praise of her skills encouraging her further. A harsh gasp left her as she drew back, her eyes meeting his as her hands wrapped around his cock. She pumped them back and forth, her wrists twisting as they reached the tip, squeezing lightly but enough to make Soldier Boy’s eyes snap shut.

“Shit,” he hissed, his neck straining back as his hands dug into the sofa. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl.”

Soldier Boy sat up, cupping her face in his hands and making her look at him, her hands still sliding up and down his shaft. He stared deep in her eyes, half expecting to glance away but she didn’t. She held his gaze, and he knew that he was right about her. She wasn’t as innocent as he thought.

“All those little shy looks, the stuttered words, the nerves… it’s all just an act, ain’t it, sugar?” he questioned, an almost sinister glint in his eyes, his pupils dilated from the pleasure and drugs coursing through him.

She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness growing as she looked into his eyes. It should’ve scared her, how aroused she felt, but it didn’t. She shook her head, smiling softly at him. “No, sir.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” he growled, his fingers combing through her hair and pulling at the strands, making her focus on him. “Underneath it all, you just wanna be treated like the slut you are, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” she replied, feeling that familiar heat pool deep in her belly as she admitted it.

“That’s right,” he breathed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. “You wanna be a little slut for me?”

She nodded, unable to speak as her hands faltered around his cock. He removed one of his hands from her hair, cupping under her jaw, gripping hard as his fingers pressed into her cheeks. She moaned at his rough hold, but it was more pleasure than pain she was feeling in that moment.

“Tell me,” he ordered, the timbre of his voice deep and gravelly as his gaze shifted down to her hands. “Keep jerking my cock and tell me…”

“I… I want to be a little slut for you,” she muttered through her pursed lips. She couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mouth, but she had officially thrown all caution to the wind. Her hands continued to stroke him, pumping a little faster.

“Yeah,” he smirked, nodding in approval as he loosened his grip on her jaw. “You wanna be my personal whore, don’t ya?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“Then take my dick back in your slutty little mouth,” he ordered, his thumb flicking her bottom lip.

Y/N bent down, wrapping her lips around his cock once more. The weight of his hands on the back of her head allowed her to sink down, taking him deep as she picked up where she left off. She bobbed her head a little quicker, circling her tongue over the tip every time she came up.

“Fuck, you take my dick so good, doll,” he groaned, once again making her pull back. “I gotta fuck you now…”

Soldier Boy reached down and pulled at the material of her girdle, a gasp escaping her as she heard the loud tear, his hand scrunching the ruined fabric and throwing it away. He quickly removed his boots and pants, his hands moving under her arms as he stood up. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, causing her to squeal as her legs wrapped around him, her shoes slipping off her feet. Her fingers brushed against his beard as she cupped his jaw, leaning in and kissing him, roughly as he carried her across the living space and into his bedroom. One of his hands slid up her back and unclasped her bra, his lips ripping away from hers as he reached the bed and dropped her down, gently. She giggled as she landed with a soft bounce on the mattress, her eyes taking in every moment of his. He flicked her bra away, reaching for her panties and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor as his hands slid over her nylon covered legs.

She felt anxious being so exposed under his intense gaze, his thick fingers roaming over her body, warmth spreading to every part of her at his touch. She watched as they slid down between her legs, her head falling back against the sheets as he stroked two over her folds, no doubt feeling how aroused she was.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grinned, as he brought his wet fingers to his lips.

A whimper escaped her as she saw him softly suck at them, his green eyes, with wide pupils as a result of the drug in his system, never leaving hers as he slowly removed them from his mouth with a low groan.

“And you taste great too,” he added, placing her left calf against his shoulder, “but we got plenty of time for that later…”

Soldier Boy leaned over her, his arms on either side as he settled between her spread legs. She gasped softly at the angle with her leg hooked over his shoulder, their faces close as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, his hand sliding up and curling under her neck as his thumb rested on her throat. His cock pressed against her sex, sliding between her folds as he teased her, a smirk pulling at his lips when she moaned softly.

“You want my cock, doll?” he asked, his thumb stroking the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she replied, quickly.

“Tell me,” he ordered, as he applied a little pressure to her throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you…”

“I-I want… I want you to fuck me,” she started, but her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

“Louder.”

His gruff timbre had her flinch slightly, but she felt a heat settle deep in her stomach at the tone. He continued to tease her, the tip of his cock entering her briefly before he moved back, repeating the action several times as she tried to shift her hips and get closer to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated more clearly, staring up at him.

“That’s right,” he husked. “Tell me to fuck you deep and hard like a slut.”

“Fuck me deep and hard… like a slut,” she said, her breath hitching as the words still felt unlike her, but he was bringing out a side of her she never thought was possible.

Y/N’s hips squirmed, her patience beginning to wear thin as he continued to torture her. A wicked glint in eye accompanied the smirk on his lips as he pushed into her a little more, drawing back with a sickening chuckle.

“Beg me,” he commanded, slightly squeezing down on her neck enough for her to gasp in surprise.

“P-Please,” she squeaked out, her eyes locked on his. “Please fuck me, sir, I want–I need it, please.”

Just as the words left her mouth, Soldier Boy thrust into her in one fluid motion. He didn’t waste any more time, the roll of his hips against her long but hard, feeling every ridge as his cock slid deep inside her. A loud moan fell from her lips as she felt her walls contract to accommodate him, his length and his girth bringing a small smile to her face as she had never experienced anything like it until now.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good, doll,” he groaned, gripping her thigh that rested against him. “So fucking tight, perfect around my dick…”

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, wantonly as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Tell me how good it feels, sugar,” he breathed, his hand adjusting around her neck to press down a little more.

She gasped, her lust-filled eyes snapping open as they met his. “F-Feels so good, so fucking good…”

His hand pressed down a little harder on her throat, his super strength causing to gasp for air, her gaze unwavering as she looked into his eyes, panting. He picked up the pace, his hips undulating as they smacked against her, his shaft moving deeper within her, a rasping moan escaping her as he pressed against that little spot inside her that her friends had once said could drive you absolutely crazy. She thought they were just fabricating for the sake of an interesting story, but they clearly weren’t.

“Ah, you like being choked, huh?” He loosened his hand briefly, before he squeezed once more, a dark chuckle rumbling in his throat as she whimpered. “Such a perfect fucking slut.”

She didn’t think it was possible to feel this way, so completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. Heat had spread to every part of her body, feeling a tingling sensation over her skin as he continued to deliver hard strokes into her.

“Your pussy’s taking my cock so fucking good, doll,” he growled, his fingers pressing harder into her thigh, just as his other hand continued the firm grasp on her neck. “I can feel how close you are, can’t wait to see you cum.”

She frowned, the muscles of her lower stomach tightened as her breathing became shallower, quicker as the unfamiliar feeling started. It was as if something simmering, building, ready to snap. His hips were unrelenting, and she could feel her inner walls clench around his length as he continued to thrust into her.

“Fuck, I-I…” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think clearly. “I feel-”

Soldier Boy grinned down at her as he removed his hand from her thigh, moving between her legs. His fingers circled over the bundle of nerves, his other hand pressing down on her throat as he moved them faster, in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Oh my god,” she choked, her eyes widened as she stared up at him.

“That’s it, sugar, just go with it,” he muttered, his green orbs never leaving hers. “Want you to cum hard, fucking soak my dick…”

With a few more thrusts along with his fingers on her clit, a string of breathy moans escaped her as the dam broke, her slick covering his shaft. She gasped harshly as his hand loosened, her eyes fluttering closed as she turned her head into the mattress, breathing deeply as she tried to come down from the euphoric high he had helped her experience.

“Fuck, that sure was something,” he rasped, smirking down at her.

Y/N’s eyes remained closed as she felt him pull out of her and place her leg on the mattress, unable to respond to his words in any way, totally overcome from what had just happened as she tried to calm herself down. She slowly opened her lids, her vision focusing on the similar walls from the living area, the amber lighting of the room giving it a warm glow. Her fingers smoothed over the dark green, velvet comforter as she sat up, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw no sign of Soldier Boy. A small smile tugged at her mouth as she saw him walking in from the living room a moment later, a bottle of Bourbon in one hand and the small container in the other. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed down his approaching form, taking in every part of the God that he was.

He smirked down at her as he pulled the cap off the Bourbon, placing the bottle to his lips and taking a large swig. He handed it to her and watched as she did the same, his eyebrow raised in approval at the fact that she didn’t flinch at the burn she no doubt would’ve felt from that amount of alcohol. Her eyes followed his movements as she placed the cap back on, observing the way he tapped the coke into a line on his fist and brought it to his nose, snorting it quickly. He did the same with the other side of his nose, their eyes meeting as he paused closing the box, a silent question to her.

“I should really go,” she stated, her smile faltering as she looked away.

She knew she couldn’t stay any longer, having decided it was only going to be a one night deal before she even got there. She couldn’t deny her curiosity; she wanted to know what it would feel like, but if she stayed then she might never leave, and this wasn’t a place for someone like her. As much as she wanted to be anyone but her usual self for the night, she knew the fantasy had to be over some time.

“Well, you don’t have to stay, sugar,” he countered, as he cupped her jaw and made her look up at him. “But I’m not even close to being done fucking you.”

She stared deep into his eyes, biting her lip as she felt the heat building again, her walls clenching around nothing as she contemplated what he just said. She had already gone against some of her morals, what was a few more?

“I think I’m done holding off,” she said, nodding towards the container in his hand.

He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped a smaller amount onto his fist for her, holding it close to her face. She held his wrist steady, leaning in and inhaling it just as she had observed. She felt a slight discomfort as she pinched her nose, placing her head back as she sniffed, clearing her throat. He took out the same amount again, and she snorted it from the left side, wiping under her nose once she was done. She looked up at him, squealing as he pressed his lips to hers, in a rough, searing kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, a soft gasp escaping her as he nipped at her bottom lip.

“Is that all you got?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as the words fanned against his mouth.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered, a borderline sinister chuckle leaving him as he pulled the bottle out of her grasp. He placed it on the nightstand before he turned back to her, his fierce gaze on her. “You have no fucking idea what you signed up for the minute you walked through my door.”

She felt butterflies in her belly at the way he finally said her name, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. He grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her down slightly before he flipped her over, a squeak falling from her lips as she laid on her stomach. His hands drifted down the smooth skin of her back, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he pulled her up onto her knees. She breathed heavily as she waited to see what he did next, a feeling somewhere between arousal and fear stirring within her. Suddenly, a hard strike of his hand against the right globe of her ass caused her to yelp, her eyes widening at the warm sensation on her flesh. She glanced back at him, biting her lip as she saw the smirk that pulled at his lips as he struck her again, in the same spot but harder this time.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her forehead pressed into the sheets.

He watched as she panted, her focus distracted by the sting she was feeling as he moved behind her. He briefly pumped his hand over his shaft, lining up to her entrance before he pushed in, a long, rasping moan escaping her. Much like before, he didn’t waste time as he set a hard and fast pace, his hips smacking against the curve of her ass as he pounded into her. His fingers dug into her flesh, no doubt leaving marks that would show up in the morning, as hers gripped the sheets tight. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned wantonly, feeling the bed shake from the force of his movement. His thrusts were brutal, practically animalistic as he growled, lifting his hand and bringing it down against her ass once more. 

“Shit,” she hissed, her teeth grazing at the skin of her knuckles, trying to keep herself from losing it.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into her hair.

A pleasured hum left her as he pulled her up by the strands, her back pressed into his sweat soaked chest as he held her close. He tugged at her hair, making her whimper at the small twinge of pain before his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers pulling her nipple into a stiff bud. She could feel the drug beginning to take effect too, only heightening everything she was feeling in that moment.

He grinned at the way her head fell back against his shoulder, giving him room to nuzzle his nose against her skin, baring his teeth and sinking them into her flesh. She cried out, her hand moving up and curling around his neck, gripping the shorter locks at the base of his skull. The bite was hard, adding to the pleasure she was already overwhelmed by. Her mind wandered back for a fleeting moment to when she saw him with his assistant in this very same position, and how she hoped to someday be in her shoes. And now here she was. She couldn’t really believe that karma was finally on her side.

“Fuck, you really are a perfect slut,” he grunted, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. “A good little whore, just for me… maybe I should keep you around…”

A shrieking moan left her lips at his words, his hand sliding down her body to the swollen nub, his fingers circling it as he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer to his release. Her walls clenched around him repeatedly, and he knew she was near her peak too.

“You’re gonna fucking cum for me again, ain’t ya, doll?” he asked, a snicker leaving him as she nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, you are. You’re gonna soak my cock again, and then I’m gonna cum all over these gorgeous tits of yours, leave my mark…”

Y/N felt the familiar pull low in her stomach, her walls contracting around him as she got closer and closer to her release. The rhythm of his hips faltered slightly, and with a few more thrusts, a loud, wanton moan escaped her as she reached the edge, her wetness coating his shaft as her second orgasm of the night more intense than the first. Her body convulsed as he still held her close, a wicked grin on his face as he pounded his hips and worked his fingers harder before she could even start to come down from the high. Her eyes widened as her euphoria built up again, feeling another release approaching as she shuddered against him, tugging at his hair.

“Oh god, I-” she whimpered, shaking her head, unable to think straight.

“Come on, doll, want you to cum again, I know you got another in you…” he growled, smirking.

Just as the words left his mouth, her second orgasm rolled into the next, her walls clenched tight once more as her vision turned blinding white behind her closed lids. An unrestrained, debauched shriek ripped from her throat as she came harder than she had previously that night. A string of small whimpers left her as he grunted, gaining closer to the edge. He quickly pulled out of her, pushing her down on the bed and flipping her onto her back, his hand wrapped around his cock as he moved over her. He pumped his shaft, groaning as he felt himself throb in his hand, her lust-blown eyes watching him intently.

“Oh, fuck, fuckkk,” he growled, as he worked his hand faster.

He threw his head back as a roaring moan escaped him, stroking himself harder as his release hit him, long spurts of his seed covering her breasts, causing her to moan softly at warmth of it against her skin. He hung his head as he breathed heavily, shifting off of her before he fell back on the bed, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. He leaned over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer and taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He placed one in his mouth as he laid back down, flicking the lighter and bringing the small flame to the other end. He took a drag before he pulled it away, blowing out a large puff.

Y/N breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to come down from the complete bliss she was feeling. She closed her eyes briefly, relishing in the aftermath of the vigorous attention he paid her. He had brought to the peak of pleasure three times in such a short amount of time, something that her fiancé never would’ve been able to comprehend. Soldier Boy had made her feel things she never thought possible, and she knew she’d never be quite the same again.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head towards him, her gaze on the embers at the edge of the cigarette as he took a pull from the filter. She pulled one edge of the sheets up and wiped her chest, hissing slightly at the ache in her limbs as she held her head up on her hand, taking the smoke from between his fingers. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, taking a long drag as their eyes met, her lips pursed as she blew the smoke out. She shifted closer to him, her hand resting on his chest as they stared at each other, his green eyes unflinching as small clumps of ash fell on his skin.

“Are you done with me yet?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow as she challenged him.

He tilted his head towards the cigarette still between her fingers, taking a pull from it as she held it to his mouth. He rounded his lips and blew out small rings, her finger poking each of them and making them disappear. He smirked as he gazed at her, seeing how wide her pupils were from the coke in her system.

“No fucking way,” he replied, grabbing her behind her head and pulling her down, his lips searing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss.

She moaned against his lips, happy with that response, because there was no fucking way she was done with him, either.

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Chapter 6 - A Lesson in Enochian

After a troubling discovery, Y/N receives a lesson in Enochian from Castiel.

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The morning glow shines brightly on my small wings, no bigger than 12 inches, the light reflecting off each glossy white feather. I twirl around, my bare feet dancing on the moss that squishes between my toes. The white flowy dress I wear, flares out around my hips, flowing with the wind as I carelessly spin in endless circles. 

Drops of water fall from the sky, landing on my face, dress, and wings. The rain starts off slow and light, but quickly picks up speed until it’s practically pouring. The water drenches me like a cleansing bath.

“Look at you my love. You’re simply divine.” Lucifer appears from behind an aged oak tree, slinking to my side. He snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me close. His wings wrap around the both of us like an ethereal cocoon, keeping us dry and safe from the rain.

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My eyes drift open to the view of a dark bedroom that I had dozed off in just hours before. I look up at the gray popcorn ceiling, a style that should’ve been left in the 50’s if it were up to me. The heavy breathing to my left reminds me that I had not fallen asleep on my own, my limbs still draped over his muscular body.

 He’s still dressed in jeans and a buttoned up shirt from the day before.

 I look up at the hunter by my side, his eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar. 

The stubble on his jaw frames his face perfectly. His cheeks peppered with freckles like the starry constellations in a beautiful night sky.

 I must admit that he is even more beautiful up close.

 His face is usually serious, eyebrows furrowed in thought, but he looks rather peaceful like this. 

I take a look at his wrist watch, it reads 3:00am on the dot. Carefully, I remove my arms and leg from his side and slowly roll out of bed, my feet landing on the cold wooden floor. I mindlessly fidget with the buttons on the oversized red plaid flannel wrapped around my body that still smells of Dean. The fabric falls just below my hips, riding up my exposed thigh. Goosebumps tickle my skin from the cool night air.

The dull ache in my upper back draws me to investigate myself in the bathroom mirror. I turn to my side and unbutton the top of my flannel, letting it slip down my shoulders, revealing my bare skin. Between my shoulder blades, where the dull ache resides, two protrusions poke through the bruised and slightly bloody skin of my back. They were jaggedly breaking through the ripped skin, about a half inch of it exposed on either side. It resembles rigid bone, thick and white, yet surprisingly hollow. I reached my hand behind my back, running my fingers over the bones, sending a shiver of pain and pleasure down my spine, evidently extremely sensitive. They move slightly in reaction to my touch, acting as if it has a mind of its own. 

What the actual fuck is happening to me?

Pictures of my dream flit across my mind, but I take a deep breath and push the unnerving thought from my head. 

Glancing over the messy pile of spilled clothes on the floor, I grab a pair of boxers and thick gray sweatpants that are far too big for me, and quickly change into them. I tie the drawstring extra tight into a neat little bow and roll the cuffs up my leg until I can actually see my feet, and walk without tripping. It’s an unflattering look on me but it will have to do for now.

I take one last look at Dean's sleeping form. I wonder what a man like him dreams of and what I wouldn’t give to see him in my dreams for a change. I exit the room and slowly close the door behind me, careful not to make a noise. 

At this time, everyone in the bunker is likely in a deep sleep. Everything is very quiet, the only sound is the light pitter patter of the pads of my feet on the floor and the soft buzz of the hallway lights.

I retrace my steps from the day before, dragging my fingers along the rough brick wall and find myself in the kitchen. I rummage through a few of the cabinets, standing on my tiptoes to reach them, before finding what I was searching for: Jack Daniels Whiskey. I pour myself a generous glass and walk further into the bunker until I reach the big library I awoke in days ago.

The room is impractically dark and eerily silent, setting me on edge. I quietly pull out a chair, the faint sound of wood scratching against wood echoed off the walls, and take my seat with a sigh of relief. I sit in silence, soaking up the absolute darkness and take a sip of my Whiskey. The liquid leaves a delightful burn down my throat, a warm tingle following close behind. 

I reach for the reading lamp I remember seeing in the middle of the table and flip the switch on with a click. My vision is temporarily blinded as the bright light clashes with my dilated pupils. Once my eyes are adjusted, I jump at the sight of Castiel sitting perfectly still in the seat across from me.

“Jesus Christ, Castiel! You scared the shit out of me!” I yelp, running my hand over my face, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“What are you doing up? It is my understanding that humans need sleep at this hour.” He stares at me confused, his head slightly cocked to the side in a dog-like fashion. “Although you’re not technically human anymore, are you?”

“I uh, I don't know. I’m not feeling particularly tired.” I take another swig of my whiskey and close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasant sensation instead of the awkward line of questioning.

“Interesting.” He stares at me, seemingly lost in thought.

I roll my eyes, not particularly enjoying the feeling of being treated like some experiment for him to watch unfold. “Hey, uh, do you think Sam and Dean have any books on angels?” I ask, looking around, eager to learn as much as I can while I have access to their unique library.

“Certainly.” His eyes land on the pile of books and loose papers messily strewn across the table. It seems that Sam has already been doing his fair share of research on the subject.

I give him an appreciative nod and pick up the nearest book. The large book is leatherbound and cracked down the spine, appearing to be written long before I was born. The title is engraved in bulky silver text in a language I don't recognise. Just below the title is a sticky note taped to the cover that reads, Angels Through History.

Seems like a good place to start.

I open the book, painfully aware of Castiel's unrelenting stare. The pages are stained a blotchy yellow color from age and smells of the delightful scent that old books give off. The text however is written in the same language as the cover. I squint my eyes at the weird symbols for letters that seem akin to gibberish. There are little notes scribbled sporadically in English along the cliff notes reading, “God's first creation”, “Celestial beings of light”, “Fierce warriors”, “Archangels”. The rest of the page I find frustratingly and completely unreadable.

“It’s written in Enochian,” he states, grabbing my attention. “The language of the angels.”

“Oh,” I reply, both intrigued and disappointed. My eyes wander back to the page, scanning the text over and over like it would help me to understand. 

In the blink of an eye, Castiel is sitting in the chair next to me, scooching uncomfortably close, our knees touching under the table. I flinch at the sudden intrusion before shifting to the side, allowing him better access to the book. It’s apparent this angel has no regard for personal space, not that Lucifer did either.

“Allow me.” He slides the book to sit perfectly in the middle of us. “Ahem,” He clears his throat before starting from the top of the page. “Angels, warriors and messengers of God, the first of his creations.”

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Cas and I sat there for hours as he read nearly the whole book to me in his soothing, gravelly voice. He described how the angels were created, what their purpose is, the ranks of angels in heaven. The part that really interested me though, is the tale of God, Lucifer, and Michael. While the book painted Lucifer as a villain, part of me could empathize with what he had done. Part of me felt pity for the fallen angel. Part of me could relate to his fall from grace.

I hadn’t even noticed the time that had passed until the bunker lights were flicked on by a very tired and still half asleep Dean. He yawns and rubs his eyes before opening them and turning his attention to Cas and me. 

We sat at the table, our chairs moved as close as possible, leaning over the book. His arm resting on the back of my chair, his shoulder touching mine. 

He squints at us for a few seconds.

What was that look on his face? Perhaps a hint of jealousy?

“Good morning love birds,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

I clear my throat and scoot my chair to the side, putting a couple inches of distance between us. “Castiel was just teaching me about the history of angels,” I explain. 

Castiel doesn’t respond, unintentionally painting us as guilty.

Awkward silence hangs in the air as Dean's eyes suspiciously shift between the two of us.

“Right, well who wants coffee?” I ask, clumsily standing from my chair.

Dean half heartedly raises his hand in agreement. 

I give him an affectionate smile and a polite nod before turning to the angel, tilting my head in question.

“That’s very kind of you, but no. It all tastes like molecules to me.”

I furrow my brows, his response taking me aback. I suppose that makes sense for an angel, but not something I had suspected. If I truly am turning into some sort of angel hybrid, I pray that I don’t lose my taste, I can’t imagine living without the flavor of my bitter whiskey.

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Arriving at the kitchen, it seems that Sam had the same idea. The rumble of the coffee brewer and the smell of fresh grounds fill the room. Sam is already showered, dressed, and wide awake, clearly much more of a morning person then his older brother.

“Morning Sammy!” Dean says, patting his shoulder, then taking a seat at the table.

 Sam nods in acknowledgement. 

I follow suit, taking the seat next to him, our knees touching ever so slightly under the table. My face flushes a light shade of pink, recalling the memories of our bodies tangled together last night and how much I enjoyed being close to him.

Sam pours the three of us coffee in matching black mugs that reads, Men of Letters, and sits across from us. 

Castiel stands by the table, hovering close by, as he often does.

 The brothers and their angel start discussing anomalies Sam had seen in the paper that morning. A woman reported the appearance and sudden disappearance of a man in her house, a group of teens that have gone missing into the woods, and the remains of a teacher found dead with mysterious lacerations in his chest. They debate what or who may have been responsible and whether there may be a case there for them. 

After a while all their voices blend together, becoming a blurred background noise. I subtly reach behind my back and run my fingers over the protrusions between my shoulder blades that poke at my baggy flannel. Surprisingly, they seem to have grown almost a full inch in just under 6 hours. The bones shift and flutter under my fingers, extremely sensitive to my touch. My mind can’t help but replay Lucifer's words rolling off his forked tongue, “simply divine.”

Lucifer. I wonder what he’s doing at this moment. Does he miss me? More importantly, do I miss him?

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Without Oliver immediately greeting Murdock at the door, the former killer is left with the realization of just how lifeless his house is without him.

The halls are still and dark, scratch marks varying from long lines on the floor to multiple diminished abrasions on the walls up to the ceiling. Multiple minuscule holes look to have been punched into the wall by something too sharp, and the pictures Murdock had hung up have sunk down to the ground.

His first painting of him is ruined with one lasting slash-through.

It’s all eerily resemblant to his life before resigning and meeting —

In the far left corner down the hall, something shifts in the darkness… no, the darkness shifts. The shadows are staring at him. Eyes like white, clear beacons glare into the very depths of his soul, inspecting and searching. There’s a sound of nails scratching the floor boards. It’s unhappy to feel his presence here, and the sound it releases makes that known.

A broken vocal fry, strained and low, like it’s been throttled until the voice box was destroyed significantly.

donovan.

Their life had become some dreamlike 50’s television show. A darling that greeted him at the door, taking whatever was in his hands and guiding him into the house. He could’ve stayed like this forever, far past the end of time. After almost a year, the house was a home. Gardens that Oliver took care of, walls finally fixed, and even a few pieces of extra furniture. A home.

Dating a ghost hasn’t given him any insight into the supernatural. Murdock just understands how Oliver stays in the house and only why he’s here. Markings on the wall only mean gangs in the house, as he pulls out a knife from his boot. At least some habits don’t die out. Stepping through the house, he listens for the sound of furniture being thrown or footsteps lurking around the corner.

“Oliver? Are you here?” What if he moved on? Was a calm, blissful life what he needed to pass onto the afterlife? Moving closer to the slight movement, he swallows the last of his fear. Then it swells in his mouth like bile. Something knew his name. Someone.

“Where is he?”

[etirabys]

I've spent the past several days in the kind of art hole where it's been hard to focus on my day job, so here's a blog post about painting.

I had a four month painting hiatus that I decided to exit by making something really easy ("I'm going to make a simple shitty painting by slapping together some geometric shapes"), which produced the square painting on the right (explanation here). It turned out to be a combination of easy and hard – laying down the outlines was easy, since this is the kind of doodling I always do anyway. Putting down the colors was easy. Refining and swapping those colors was hard. In that last step, I realized that the variance in outcome was wider than expected – in particular, that the right combination of colors could probably make this something I truly loved. So that refinement step ended up being ~50% of the work by time, ~70% by mental energy.

This was surprising. This is a child's coloring exercise. On the other hand, I don't remember doing those coloring exercises while growing up, and they turn out to have a lot to teach me. They feel like exactly the right intermediate exercise for me to refine my sense of what colors and shapes look good together.

I've always been bad at colors-and-shapes – and since those are the basics of artistic composition, I considered myself kind of a fundamentally untalented painter. ("Okay, 'fundamentally untalented' is a fake and unhelpful label and I try not to think about it, but in my heart of hearts I know it's a meaningful concept and it's obvious that I'm fundamentally untalented...") It's been a surprise to fuck around in a genre that makes this static fact about myself buckle.

The painting on the left (still in progress) was harder than the first, because I decided most of it would be monochrome except for the top right circle, because the abstract concept I'm trying to convey demands it. (To me, that abstract concept is having a promising fiction synopsis or outline that I may not be able to breathe life into – "breathing life" being something that perseverance and intelligence alone seem to be incapable of promising – and gibbering and sweating and praying hoping it's just going to happen.) I don't want the colorful part to be garish or the monochrome part to be boring, but I don't want to dilute the dichotomy by colorizing the monochrome part too much or vice versa. After a few false starts it's exceeded my expectations, and I know it's going to get even better by my lights. I'm iterating much faster than usual, and I can feel the gravity of the local optimum pulling me in.

There have been multiple points in my life where I suddenly left some plateau of technical skill and bumped up to a new level. I think I'm in one of those phases again. When I close my eyes I see my painting the same way I see Tetris blocks when I'm in a Tetris phase. Cores that are unused for even ten seconds get reallocated to art. It feels amazing.

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Part 4 out of ???

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Plot: There is nothing quite like realizing you're in love with your best friend when it's too late right?

Warnings: mentions of hopsitals, , mentions of someone being shot, mentions of blood

"How long was I gone?", Y/N asks, every word hurting her throat while it leaves her. She brings the paper straw up to her mouth and takes a sip of the water.

"Two and a half days.", the man in the white gown answers, while he skips over the chart:" The fact that you are alive right now, and talking to me is nothing short of a miracle." A disbelieving smile emerges on his face:" Your boyfriend must be here any minute, he left his phone number and we called him half an hour ago. I left a message on his voicemail."

Y/N furrows her eyebrows and tries to sit up straight:" My- my boyfriend?" "Yeah, the guy who came in a few minutes after you, we essentially had to throw him out because he was getting in the way of everything. He didn't mean to, he was just very-." At the sound of loud voices coming from outside he twists his head:" Ah! There he comes!"

Spencer, who is followed by Penelope and Derek walks through the door. His eyes are anxiously roaming the room and once they land on Y/N he shuts them for a moment. A visible wave of relief washes over him. The other woman softly pats his shoulder, before she sits down on a chair next to the bed:" Hey, sweetheart. How are you?"

The y/h/ced woman takes a deep breath and her eyes remain on Spencer before she turns to look at her friend:" I'm good. Thanks for stopping by." "Of course.", she states, touching the blanket that lies on top of Y/N's legs:" We were worried sick!" She peeks over at Spencer, who is leaning against the wall. He looks drained.

"We are so happy that you are awake again.", Derek adds:" Would have been a real shame, if you-." At that Spencer bites his lower lip and quickly steps out of the room. "Sorry, about him.", the other agent says:" The last two days have been really challenging for him." He forces a smile:" I'm back in a second."

Derek looks around the corridos. For the last 50 hours, Spencer has been acting like a total madman. While he was sitting at his desk he was basically only staring at the floor, and if he wasn't doing that- his eyes were focused on his phone.

For a moment Derek believes that Spencer has left the hospital and he wants to turn around to get back to Y/N's hospital room. However, when he detects him at the end of the hallway, sitting on one of the chairs he lets out a deep sigh.

"Spence, what are you doing?"

"I was thinking maybe I could try to pick up smocking.", Spencer runs a hand down his face. "But you hate the smell of cigarettes." "Yeah, but I hate anxiety even more than that." An unhappy smile arises on Derek's lips and he quietly sits down next to his friend. A stillness falls upon the two.

"It was so…shiny."

Derek tilts his head:" What?"

"Her blood, It was…so red and shiny. And there was this tiny little bug who was drowning in it. I couldn't stop staring at it. How it was struggling and moving and- and I tried to get out of my restraints but I just couldn't. Or maybe, maybe I didn't try enough.", Spencer clears his throat:" I don't know what I would have done if Y/N'-."

"But she didn't.", Derek cuts him off and puts his arm around his shoulder:" That's what matters. You should be in there with her, Y/N needs you, right now! And you need her too."