#and then do Something after dinner when the anxiety starts nipping at my heels

[raksh-writes]

Gosh, Im being such a lazy ass today, with finals just around the corner and an off day to get stuff done and instead I just wanna play Skyrim ffs...

[deathonyourtongue]

Resurrection | 10

Summary: A ragtag team of Spec-Ops operators are brought out of retirement for all the wrong reasons. When the dust settles, only the best will be left standing. Pairing: Pablo Schreiber x OFC, Henry Cavill x OFC (listen, she gets with the whole team, okay? Don’t lie, you would too.) Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: Nothing much really. A/N: The one you’ve all been waiting for! 😈

As the unofficial dad of the team, none of us are surprised when Rick floats the tab not only for dinner, but for the strip club afterwards. 

“You gonna give us money for working girls too, pops?” Dom jokes as he shuffles past, collecting the money Rick’s doling out and patting his shoulder gratefully as he does so. It’s the same with the rest of the team, each of us getting enough money for two lap dances if we choose to, although I have a feeling we’ll end up pooling our funds towards the end of the night for a group dance. 

We’re good and liquored up by the time we make it through the doors of Prowler, the bass of the music reverberating through our chest as we file into the VIP area, two bottles of champagne there to greet us. Sitting between Max and Jake, it’s not long before I have a glass in my hand, raising it to toast a reunion none of us imagined possible. 

“To the walking dead. If you two fuckers ever go off on your own again, I’ll personally drag you back and kill you both. Love you guys.” Rick grins as our glasses clink, all of us nodding our agreement.

Before long, I feel a head slump on my shoulder, and looking down, find Jake, eyes at half mast. The realization that this is the first time he’s probably been able to relax since everything happened is a sobering thought, and in that moment, I want nothing more than to drag both he and Benji back to our safehouse and curl up with them until they both get as much sleep as they deserve. Logically, I know this is the only respite we’ll get until Wallace is in the ground, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing for more. 

“You should get up there and show Lil’ Miss Daddy Issues how it’s really done,” Jake grins, giving me a wink to make sure I know he’s kidding.

“As tempting as that is, I feel like my time’s come and gone,” I laugh, shaking my head and earning a raised eyebrow from Max. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you disparage yourself, love,” Max comments during a lull between songs, one hand scratching at his short hair before he gently strokes a lock of mine behind my ear.

“It’s the truth. I’m not built the same way I used to be. And I’m definitely not as flexible.” Giving him an appreciative smile, I stroke his cheek in much the same way I had Jake’s, though Max nuzzles into my touch far more. 

“Bet Max is dying to find out just how flexible you are.” Jake smirks, earning a light swat from me just as one of the girls comes around, offering herself up for a lap dance. 

“If he wants to, it’s his,” I grin at Jake as I hold up my night’s allowance, figuring if I can’t beat ‘em, I may as well join ‘em. 

Both Jake and Max’s eyebrows go up as I shift in my seat, making room for the dancer to grind in my lap. As the music thumps through the nearby speakers, the redhead slowly takes off her top, giving all the boys a front row seat. 

Discreetly watching their reactions, it’s easy for me to spot the fact that out of all the boys, Max is the only one who seems ill at ease with the situation. It confuses me, because a few weeks prior, he was in the same position I’m in, and was only bothered when I took the girl away in favor of dragging him along on this mission. Although I’ll be the first to admit that his behavior’s changed in the last little while, this feels like another level, even for Max; like a breaking point.

Before I can even determine what to do, Jake flashes a $100 at the dancer and pats his lap, giveing me a kid-in-the-candy-store grin. Shaking my head, I’m about to say something, when I feel a tug on my hand. Looking to my left, I find Max standing and motioning his chin towards the exit, looking for all the world like this is the last place he wants to be. 

I shoot a quick look back to the rest of the team, doing my best not to laugh as I find them entranced by three different girls, all of them vying for the attention of men who aren’t over 60 and actually know how to dress. Satisfied that they’re all occupied, I let Max pull me under his arm as we step outside, the comparative silence of London at night one that makes me instinctively shake my head to clear it. 

“Where we going?” I smirk, my voice a little sing-songy as Max looks both ways before jaywalking us towards the direction of the safehouse.

“Home,” he smiles, tucking me back in. Although the stroll through the more historic part of town is a nice change of scenery, there’s no missing the fact that both Max and I are keeping our heads on a swivel, both of us keenly aware of everything that’s led us here. 

Scanning our thumbs to get into the safehouse, I only manage to get my heels off before I feel Max pull me close, our lips colliding gently. 

“Hey,” I murmur once we both pull back for air, my hands cupping his bearded face and forcing his gaze to lock with mine. “Are you sure? Or did I misread and you’re just planning another movie night?” I ask softly, not wanting Max to go any further than he feels comfortable with.

“If yesterday taught me anything, it’s that we don’t often get second chances, and that I may very well have been wasting what could be my only shot. That, and well...I love you, Carmen.”

I must recoil a bit, because a look of disappointment crosses Max’s face. 

“Max,” I start, holding onto his face with just a bit more firmness, not wanting him to assume the worst. “In our line of work--”

“I know all about the superstitions and the old wives’ tales, Carmen. I just...After this I’m out, and I hope you are too. I want to enjoy what’s left of our lives, you know? Don’t want to keep looking over my shoulder forever.” 

“I was out until this happened, so I understand, but Max..Me? Really?”

The tension leaves his face in lieu of a relieved and joy-filled smile, Max pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I sink into his arms, his mouth moving against mine without hurry as he walks us back towards my room. 

I kick the door closed, hearing the woosh of the automatic lock behind us at the same time that Max’s calves hit the bed frame. Smirking, I push him back, enjoying the confusion on his face.

“I’m not exactly Mrs. Robinson, but I just might be trying to seduce you,” I joke, lifting one leg onto the chair across from the bed and slowly pushing down one of the thigh highs I’m wearing while simultaneously putting on some music, hellbent on making his first time as memorable as possible.

I watch Max sit up, his eyes roving over my body as he leans back on his elbows. Never has a man looked at me with more hunger and more love, and I know that tonight will either end quickly, or cause us both to walk into tomorrow’s meeting a little sleep-deprived; I’m hoping for the second option. 

Though I have as many questions as I’m sure all the guys do when it comes to Max and his situation, I put them aside, focusing instead on being present and reading his body language for any sign of anxiety. Swaying my hips in time with the music, I come close enough for him to reach, only to pull away just before he can, sticking my tongue out teasingly as I slowly strip for him. 

I make sure to face him when I drop my bra, not missing the tent in his slacks or the adoring look in his eyes. Max sits up further when I straddle his thighs, his hand slipping up my back as his lips find my breasts on instinct. I let my eyes close as he takes his fill, grinding against him without shame, learning how his body responds to mine. 

Blindly, I push Max’s jacket off his broad shoulders, my fingers finding the buttons on his shirt soon after, a soft inhale escaping me when I feel his teeth gently nip in just the right spot. Raking my hand through his curls, I pull back just enough to admire a body I know he’s worked hard for. 

Max uses my distractedness to his advantage, flipping us around so that my back is against the mattress. I let out a whoop of surprise, laughing softly as I watch him practically tear his clothes off, leaving only his black boxer briefs on, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. If the bulge is any indication, he’s big, and I’ve got my work cut out for me. 

I motion for him to come back to me with both hands, and he obliges with a big grin, kissing his way up my body even as he pulls off what’s left of my clothes, leaving only my g-string intact. Neither of us hesitate as we eachother’s lips once more, Max cupping my breasts while I let my hand slip over his bulge, feeling a tingle go through me when he responds with a shiver and a thrust closer. 

Pushing him back so that he’s sitting on his heels, I let my gaze flit between the waist of his briefs and his own blue orbs as I slowly pull down the material. His cock springs out, hard as marble and my eyes go wide, having expected the length, but not the girth that comes with it.

“Suddenly, your call sign makes so much more sense,” I shake my head with a smirk, waiting for Max to tug his briefs the rest of the way off before I take hold of his hips. Eyes meeting his again, I kiss through the thick thatch of hair that leads from his belly button to his base, feeling the jolt of anticipation go through him.

Max cards a hand through my hair as I lick my way up to his tip, a soft sound of enjoyment leaving my lips as I collect the precum drooling from his slit. I can’t help my smile when Max inhales sharply, the reaction making it clear that he’s been honest about never being with anyone. 

Holding onto his muscular thigh with one hand, my other gently cups his sac, rolling gently as my lips seal around his shaft. Max’s breathing increases as every lick and suck brings a new feeling he’s never experienced before. 

“Oh fuck!” He pants out, gripping my hair a little tighter as I take him all the way down, swallowing around his head before pulling back with a gasp of my own. I can’t help but moan as I lick down his shaft once more, popping his balls in my mouth to further tease him. 

I can feel Max get close as his muscles contract, and with one last lick to his tip, I lay back, waiting to see what he’ll do. Max doesn’t hesitate, nearly diving between my legs, eyes wide with need. His enthusiasm earns a giggle from me, one that’s quickly silenced as he kisses over the sheer material of my g-string. Sitting up, I stroke my fingers through his curls, appreciating how good his mouth feels against my most sensitive area. 

A soft moan escapes me when Max pulls the thin fabric aside and lets his tongue slip through my folds, the feeling reminding me of our deeper kisses and causing the same weightless sensation he’s so good at making me feel when we’re cuddled in bed. I lay back, putty in his hands as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, taking off my final piece of clothing as he does. 

“Darling?” Max’s voice is hoarse but gentle, the question in his tone equal parts uncertain and hopeful. 

“Bare, babe. Want to feel nothing but you inside me,” I answer, having already felt the swollen head of his cock brushing against my entrance; it’s one of the most arousing sensations I’ve experienced in a long time. 

With a kiss to my calf, Max pushes his hips forward, groaning softly when he slides in with ease. I can’t help but reach up and cup his face, smiling as I experience the moment with him. Knowing how long he’s waited, I don’t take it lightly, honored to be his first. 

“Feels so good inside you,” he whispers, eyes still wide, as though any minute he’ll wake from his dream. 

Biting my lower lip, I can’t help but roll my hips, grinning ear to ear when my movement elicits a choked noise and a look of utter bliss. The growl Max gives me sobers any laughter, and before I can even open my mouth to squeal, his body is covering mine and his hips are rutting. 

My mouth falls open in utter shock as Max cocoons my body in his arms, his lips searing every inch of skin he can find, while his thrusts push me up the bed an inch at a time. I can almost see stars at the crown of Max’s head as he brings me up so that I’m nearly seated on his thighs, his cock going even deeper and making the breath catch in my throat. 

His lips find mine for a torrid kiss, Max’s pace picking up as he shifts the angle once more, making me moan loudly as his hips grind into my clit while his cock sweeps my g-spot relentlessly. There’s no doubt that Max’s need is primal, born from years of waiting for this very moment. Our gazes meet and I can’t stop myself from cupping his face, seeing beyond the lust to the depth of his feelings beneath and knowing that after tonight, nothing will be the same. 

Max comes with a cry of my name, and I follow suit, gasping and jolting my hips, having never experienced an orgasm as intense as the one he’s given me. By the time he rolls us to our sides, our bodies still connected, tears are streaming down my face. 

Everyone’s heard about the elusive orgasm so good it makes you cry, but I never thought it was true; until now.

“What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt you?” Max’s voice holds a razor’s edge of panic, and though I manage to shake my head and smile, the tears won’t stop.

“I j-just...I’ve never...Y-you love me?” I stammer out nonsensically, burying my face in Max’s chest as I feel his arms tighten around me.

“Yes, darling, I love you. I’ve loved you for a very, very long time. I’ve just been too chicken shit to do anything about it until recently. I love you with all my heart and I’m not sure I’ll be able to spend another day without you.”

I look up as Max brushes my hair off my face, finding his gaze filled with the same tenderness, love and devotion that I’ve seen in his blue orbs time and time again over the years. My face finds his chest as the sobs come once more, Max chuckling softly as he holds me close.

[lovabletomholland]

Interviews, Premieres, and Panic Attacks

Tom Holland Imagine (Tom Holland x Reader)

Word Count: 2,112

Warnings: Language, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Fluff

Summary: You are Tom’s personal assistant and have been for some time. Tom has a panic attack at a London premiere from pressure and stress after several interviews and the fact that he was just at a premiere in LA. You are there to help him through it. He falls asleep once back at the hotel and you accidentally fall asleep there as well after the chaos of the day. What will happen when he wakes up?

A/N: This was requested by @averyfosterthoughts​​ as a blurb, it ended up being longer than intended so here is it now, a one shot. I hope it is what you wanted lovely. So I hope you all enjoy and if it is something you all want there might be a part 2. Hope you all have a lovely day.

You have been on Tom's team as his PA for a while now so you can tell when things are starting to get to him. He has done several interviews. An LA premiere and now you are currently on the red carpet at the London premiere. You can see the distress on his face though he is trying to hide it. ‘Hey Mr. Holland look over here!’ ‘Mr. Holland over here!’ ‘Mr. Holland look this way!’ ‘Mr. Holland on your right!’ "Please don't shout at me. Please don't shout at me." He asks the paparazzi calmly. He stands in that spot a few more seconds as they continue to shout orders for him to do this, look this way, stand over there. "You call that a smile?!" Another shouts over all the others. You see the stress in his eyes and then the panic before he quickly walks away. You follow him through the door into the theater. You find him leaning against the wall. His hands are over his face as he shakes uncontrollably and it looks like he is having trouble breathing. "Mr. Holland," you say cautiously as you walk up to him. He moves his hands and looks at you, "My chest hurts," he manages to gasp out. He is having a panic attack, he has only had one other before but it wasn't this bad. "Feel like..." he takes several short breaths, "I'm dying," he finally manages to get out. "Mr. Holland, you will be alright. This will pass." You tell him calmly. "It is a panic attack, and it will pass. You are safe, it won't last long." "Tom," he breaths and you are confused at first, "please... Tom." He gasps. You know during these his responses will be short, curt. You think he wants you to call him Tom though. "Mr. Hol-" you stop yourself abruptly, "Tom." You amend and you see him visibly relax a little. "Okay, Tom do you want to go somewhere else?" You ask and he nods. "Okay, we will, right now I need you to take deep breaths for me. Okay? Can you do that?" You ask and he nods again and you watch as he tries to even out his breathing. Last time this happened you read up on what to do about it, you know touch helps but you aren't sure what to do. He is your boss, you can't just go touching him. You push that aside and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. You take only a second to call for the car so you can get him out of here. "Okay, Mr. H- Tom, the car is on its way. I am taking you to your hotel. Keep breathing for me, okay?" You smile reassuringly at him and feel him squeeze your hand in response. His breathing is starting to slow down and you are relieved. When you get the text that the car is waiting, you guide him out putting your arms around him to help him in the car, making sure no one sees. You get in after him and you see the relief in his eyes the moment you are next to him in the seat, "Don't worry. I'm not leaving," you reassure him. You are surprised when he rests his head on your shoulder and you unconsciously comb your fingers through his hair and that seems to help more than anything as you just talk to him about things he enjoys. In just a couple minutes his breathing has completely gone back to normal and he is no longer shaking. You know the panic attack is finally over. You get out of the car after him and he takes your hand as the two of you walk inside. This doesn't surprise you, touch continues to help even after the attack is over. So you don't think anything about it. In his hotel room you go to leave as he takes off his jacket, "Wait," his voice stops you, "do you mind staying with me just a little longer?" He asks and you nod. You can tell he is still upset about having a panic attack in such a public place. No one saw. You made sure of that, plus the rest of the team has confirmed it. "Of course Mr. Holland. Whatever you need," you smile kindly at him. "Please just call me Tom." Oh oops. It is hard to get out of a habit. "Sorry.. Tom," you say and he smiles weakly at you. "I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind staying until I fall asleep?" He asks and you see the vulnerability in his eyes. You know he hates to show that, so the fact that he is, just really proves how much today or even the past several days have messed with him. "I will stay as long as you need me to," you answer him. He smiles and grabs a change of clothes. He changes in the bathroom. When he comes back out he gets in the bed and you pull a chair up next to it so the two of you can talk. You just talk to him about silly things and you even manage to get him to laugh several times. You can tell he is feeling much better when he finally falls asleep. That is when you realize, to your horror, that you have been combing your fingers through his hair. You jerk your hand away immediately. You get up and deal with the chaos of Tom leaving the premiere early. When you are done, you feel exhausted and collapse back in the chair next to Tom's bed. What a day. Before you know it, you are asleep yourself. *** When Tom wakes up he has a splitting headache. He groans and covers his head with a pillow. Last night was horrible, and embarrassing. He can't believe he had a panic attack at a premiere of all places. His thoughts suddenly shift to you, his PA, which is something he had been trying really hard not to think about lately but that has been more difficult. His mind often wonders to you and after last night, he has a feeling that will happen even more often now. He enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his, of your fingers combing through his hair. He involuntary shivers just thinking about it right now. Tom shakes his head with a groan, he should probably get up but he just doesn't want to deal with the mess of yesterday. Unfortunately, his bladder needs to be emptied. He sits up making the pillow fall off his face and that is when he sees you, asleep in the chair next to the bed, exactly where you were when he fell asleep. Tom rubs his eyes and looks again, you are still there. Well, good at least he isn't seeing things. He feels bad, you do not look comfortable in that chair. He thinks about moving you to the bed but he's scared that will wake you. You must have been exhausted to have fallen asleep in that chair in that dress. Oh what the hell, he's going to do it anyways. He gets up and scoops you into his arms and then transfers you to his bed. He pulls your heels of your feet and then covers you up. Good, you didn't wake up. He smiles and then goes to the bathroom. When he comes out he hesitantly looks at his phone and is surprised to only see messages from his family and friends. None from his team about last night. He looks at you and sighs, you must have dealt with it last night. No wonder you were exhausted. It is while he is ordering room service for the two of you that he hears rustling coming from behind him and he realizes you must be waking up. He hangs up and looks around to see you stretching with a yawn. Your eyes meet his and then he watches them widen before you look around frantically. Tom watches as you get off the bed quickly and fix your dress, "Mr. Holland, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep in here that was very unprofessional." You start looking around, he assumes for your shoes. "And I have no idea how I got on the bed, I was in the chair last night." Tom gets up and grabs your shoes, "You looking for these?" He holds them up. You look up at him suddenly and nod. You walk over to him and take the shoes, "Yes, thank you Mr. Holland. I will go now. I am so very sorry." Tom cringes as you call him Mr. Holland again. He has asked you so many times to just call him Tom. Last night you finally did, he was hoping you would continue to do so. It looks like that won't happen though. "Y/N it is fine. I'm the one who moved you to the bed by the way. The chair didn't look very comfortable. Thank you so much for yesterday. You knew exactly what to do." Tom sighs and decides to try again with the name thing, "And please, it's just Tom." "Thank you... Tom." He can tell it is weird for you to say his first name. "And it was no trouble at all." He watches as you sit in a chair and put your shoes back on. "I just ordered us some breakfast. It should be up here soon," Tom says. He watches as you nod, "Okay. Is it alright if I use the restroom?" Tom nods and watches you until the bathroom door closes behind you. *** Once you are safely inside the bathroom you splash your face with cold water and lean against the door. You cannot believe you fell asleep in here last night and Tom moved you to the bed?! Your cheeks are heating up just thinking about it. It is very unprofessional to have a crush on your boss. You have been trying to nip it in the bud for several months now. It just hasn't worked. You sigh and compose yourself before walking back out. You see that room service has come and your stomach grumbles. You did not eat dinner last night. Neither did Tom. You sit down at the table with Tom and he smiles at you, making your stomach flutter. It would be so much easier not to like him if he was a mean boss. Tom was very kind though, to everyone. "So I wasn't sure what you like, so I just got everything," he tells you, "plus I am starving," he adds sheepishly. "Sounds good to me," you laugh and dig in with him. Talking with Tom is easy going. The two of you have always got along well but it seems after last night the two of you have grown closer. Which honestly probably isn't a good thing, considering your crush. You have come to accept the fact that it probably won't go away and it will just be something you have to deal with. Once you finish it is time for you to go to your own hotel room. You have several things to do anyways and it is time to get on it. "Thank you for breakfast Mr. Holla- I mean Tom." He grins at your mishap, "No problem, Y/N. See you later, yeah?" "Yeah. See you." You walk to the door and Tom accompanies you. "Thanks again for last night." You hear him say as you feel him touch your arm. You turn to look at him, "No probl-" you are unable to finish your sentence because suddenly his lips touch yours but as quickly as they were there, they were abruptly gone. His cheeks are bright red when you finally look at him and you're sure yours are too, "I am so sorry, Y/N! It was- I mean-" he sighs and takes a deep breath, "I was going to kiss your cheek but you turned your head. I am so sorry!" He finally manages to get out. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" You exclaim, embarrassed. "I know, it was my fault. You don't need to apologize." He tells you. The both of you continue to apologize, red faced, until his hotel door closes behind you. As you walk to your own room you can't help but touch your lips and smile. You can still feel a tingle there from where your lips met his. Damn, this doesn't help your crush at all now, does it? 

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[jawritter]

Broken Me...

Ch. 12

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Smut, unproteced sex, oral, female recieving, talk of anxiety and depression, language, that’s about it I think...

Word Count: 2277

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen's POV:

It had been roughly two weeks since landing in Vancouver, and if there was one thing Jensen knew for certain it’s that he hated having to go to that therapy, but he did it to get everyone off his back. 

He knows why he did what he did. He didn’t think he needed someone analyzing him like a damn test subject to 'tell him how he really feels,' or 'what the real problem seems to be.’ He knows what the problem is. 

He’s well aware of what he did... 

He’s not going to do it again... 

Because there's something he realized...

He’s got way too much to lose... 

His kids still need him... 

Danneel text him yesterday, and said she would call later this week if he was feeling up to it to work out a weekend visit for the kids. 

Work had gotten a lot better. Not that he ever disliked what he did. It's what he lives for. When he first started slipping into the depression, about a year after getting married to Danneel, everything seemed draining to him. Even the things he loved. 

Since you had come into his life, things he once enjoyed he was now enjoying again. You were always there for him, even when he was too stubborn to admit he needed you to be. Always watching out for him. When things get too heavy you’re not afraid to help him. 

You weren’t afraid to sit up at night when he couldn’t sleep. Everytime he feels like something is headed his way he can't handle, and he’s about to slip, it’s almost like you know, and come to wrap your arms around him... Letting him know you’re there. He’s not alone..

Everything he thought would never be fixed, it was slowly starting to not seem too devastating.. Which made him understand even more that what he did, he should have never done.. When you’re battling depression things seem bigger than what they really are, like you just can’t ever recover from whatever your facing, when that’s not really the case.. That’s what happened to him, slowly though you were showing him that he could, and he’d forever be grateful for that, for you....

The way you look at him, so completely devoted... 

There was doubt in his mind that you love him. He never had to worry about if he had to work all day long, he’d come home to you screwing another man.. You wait on him, hand and foot. Almost too much. Because he didn’t think he deserved half of the things you did for him...

He’d never had a woman do that for him. He’d never felt what it felt like to be truly loved. Unconditionally and completely. Without some hidden agenda.

Tonight the two of you were meeting Jared and Gen at a local restaurant for dinner.. She had flown in for a few weeks with the boys, and she wanted us to go out to dinner with them.

Jensen knew she was still friends with Danneel, but that was her business, and he wasn’t going to hold it against her.. 

You don't seem to be worried about it either. 

"You ready babe?" Jensen yells,l toward the bathroom. Slipping his jacket over his shoulders. Then turning around and grabbing yours. 

"I'm coming!!" You yelled toward the living room. 

A few minutes later you walk out of the bathroom and he had to pick his jaw up off the floor. He’d never seen you all done up before, and damn! 

You were honestly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

The way your black dress hugged you in just the right place. Showing just enough to drive him crazy. your long y/h/c hair curled and playing the middle of your back. Barely any makeup, but you didn't need it.

"You okay handsome?" You asked, salturing up to him in your black heels. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he threw the jack over the chair next to him so that he could pull you as close to him as possible. 

"You are beautiful." Was all he could get out before pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply. 

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Your POV:

"Come on we're gonna be late." You tell him once he finally breaks from kissing you to breath. 

His eyes were an astonishing shade of green tonight, and if you looked into them you couldn't think clearly.

Jensen made a strange growling noise as his trailing soft kisses down your neck, and up to your ear. Running his teeth lightly over your ear lobe. Causing a shiver to rip through you. 

"Think we're not gonna make it out the door babe." He said in a husky deep voice that made your knees weak.

"Jared will hunt you down and kill you." You tell him, taking a deep breath trying to clear your head in order to resist the attack he was currently doing to your throat.. 

"Fine." He said, nipping your nick just hard enough to make you gasp. Causing him to to chuckle to himself. Eyes raking over you like a five star meal that had been placed in front of a starving man as he grabbed your coat. Slipping it over your shoulder. 

"To be continued then." He whispered in your ear. Your body heats up in anticipation of the promise that was laced thick in his deep voice…

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So far the dinner was going quite well. As the restaurant started to get crowded you could feel Jensen shifting uncomfortably in his seat next to you. You reach over under the table and grab his hand. He laced his finger in yours. Completely covering your hand with his.

"J? You okay man?" Jared asked, eyeing him suspiciously. 

Jensen quickly cleared his throat. Sitting up straighter in his chair. Still holding on tightly to your hand. 

"Yeah... Yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired." He said, trying to shake it off.

Gen watched him closely. Eyes searching him.

 "Liar." She finally said. Earning a raised eyebrow and an offended look from Jensen...

"Come on Jensen don't shut people out. Let us help you." 

The light mood of the evening changes in an instant. You could feel him stiffen next to you. You knew what was wrong. You knew since his last bout with depression that ended in him almost killing himself tight places seemed to make him agitated. 

Not because he was afraid of people. He still loved his fans. Always messing with people on Twitter and other social media. 

It was the questions. 

He didn't want to be confronted with questions. 

Jensen had a real 'I'm a man, and I don't need help or anyone asking me questions.' Problem that he was still working his way through, asking for help didn’t always come easy to him, and he didn’t want to seem weak at all..

"Gen. I'm fine. I'm just getting tired. I've been up since three this morning. I had to do the same shower sex scene more than seven takes. The water was fucking cold, and I'm just not in the mood for that." He said flatly. You look across the crowded restaurant and see two people with professional looking cameras hiding behind a booth wall Jensen had just gestured towards...

You had gotten to know Jensen pretty well. You had been with him almost every waking moment from the moment he showed up at your hotel door in Dallas. He told you things that he hasn't told anyone. With that being said you could tell he'd just about had enough of the day, and this dinner, not to mention this conversation..

"Maybe it's time to get going." You tell him, running your thumb lightly over his hand. 

"Yeah Gen it's getting late we need to go relieve the babysitter. We should have been home an hour ago." Jared said, both of them standing. 

You all said your goodbyes. Walking to your cars. The lighter mood returning as you all step out into the cool Vancouver air.

Jensen held your door open as you slid into your seat. You watched as he walked around the car. Getting in he slams the door, pulling you to him he crashes his lips into yours. Slipping his tongue into your mouth. Tongues battling for dominance. 

His hand traveling up your inner thigh, playing with your pantie line. Before finally pulling away, and throwing the car into drive. 

"We need to get home. Now." He growled. Sending shiver and anticipation down your spine, and a deep arousal to your core.. 

Throwing the door open to your apartment Jensen carried you bridal style into the master bedroom. Sitting on your feet carefully next to the bed he wraps his muscular arms around your waist. Pulling you against his toned body. 

Finding your lips again he picks up where he left off in the car. Kissing you until your lips were swollen. Then working his way from your lips to your ear. Then down to your neck. Kissing your shoulders as he slipped the straps away. One arm was still wrapped securely around you while the other hand grabbed the zipper in the back of your dress. Pulling it down slowly. His fingers lightly brushing your back as he goes. Causing a fire to light somewhere deep in your belly.

He never broke eye contact with you as your dress slid down your body, pooling at the floor around your feet. He brought his lips to your again. Kissing you passionately as he unhooked your bra. Throwing it to the floor next to the two of you. With one hand he pulled the hem of your panties. Causing them to fall to the floor around your feet. 

Taking a step back he took a long hungry look at you. Taking all of you in. His chest rising and falling heavily as he looked at you.

“God damn baby you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He growled...

Coming back to you in one smooth movement he picked you up, and sat you down on the bed against the pillows. Hovering over you as he watched you slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Skidding it off his shoulders he shrugged out of the sleeves. Leaving it on the floor next to your clothes. 

You run your hands lightly over the toned muscles of his chest and his soft stomach. Feeling them tighten and relax under your touch. A shiver ripping through his body as you run your fingers down his stomach. Undoing his belt and jeans. In one swift movement he quickly removes his pants and boxers. Leaving himself exposed to you completely. 

Getting back to his hovering position over you. Leaning down he leaves kisses from your neck to your breast. Taking his time with each of them. Pulling his teeth teasingly over your nipples. Sucking slightly as he moves down your stomach. Taking little nips at your skin as he goes. 

Moving down your thighs. One then the other. Dragging his perfectly straight teeth over your skin, driving you insane as his tongue follows, sweeping back up your body to the apex of your hips. 

Your body withering underneath him with need. Finally when you thought you couldn't take it anymore he slides his mouth over your aching core. Causing a sharp gasp to escape you. Followed by a string of moans as he expertly moves his tongue over your most sensitive parts. Driving you closer to the edge. Pulling away right before you're pushed over. Leaving you aching for him as he runs his tongue up your body moving to the bend of your neck. 

Kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there. Leaving his mark on you. One that was going to be really hard to hide in the morning. You didn't care though. You were his and you didn't care who saw it.

Finally you couldn't take it anymore. 

"Jensen please!" You beg. Squirming under his touch. Need making it impossible to stay still. Putting his forehead to yours he positioned himself at your entrance. Sliding his thick, hard length into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact with you. 

Giving you a moment to adjust before he pulled himself out slowly, then pushing harder back into you. Slowly he repeated this action. Over and over again. Never breaking eye contact with you. Moaning as you run your fingernails down his back to his hips. Then back up again. 

Finally he started to pick up his pace. Hitting in just the right places with every thrust. Driving closer and closer to your end as his own pace began to pick up speed again and become sloppy. Your walls quivering around him. About to spill over the edge.

"Come for y/n." He whispers as he spills into you. Unable to hold back his own release, pulling you over the edge with his. Rocking himself into you as both of you both rode out your high.

Later as you lay in each other's arms. Him playing with your hair absent-mindedly. You tracing the freckles that are sprinkled across his chest and shoulders with your fingers.  

You were dozing. Slipping onto a deep content sleep. No. He wasn't perfect. He had his problems. He had his insecurities. Just like you had yours. But he was yours and you were his. At this moment. That's all that mattered. All other problems didn't exist as long as you were wrapped in his arms. 

No matter what tomorrow held for you, or what struggles he might face, he had you, and that’s how it would always be...

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Are You Jealous?

Pairings: FWB!Tom Holland x Reader

Request: can i request a jealous Tom x reader? like they’re friends with benefits and he’s sick of constantly having to watch men flirt with her and his brothers + Harrison tease the shit out of him for falling inlove!! with smut please!!!!

Warnings: Smut, angst, and fluff ahead~

4,193 words

Masterlist

It was driving him crazy.

Tom was currently hiding behind the dinner menu of the restaurant you, him, and Harrison had gone to for dinner. Jaw clenched as he listened to you sweet talk the waiter that was working your table. He kept his face in the menu to hide the surge of jealousy coursing through his veins, glaring at the words in front of him.

Harrison chuckled from beside him, a knowing smirk on his face as he jabbed Tom in the ribs. He grunted, shooting Haz a glare as the dull pain radiated through his chest and disappeared. Harrison had been teasing Tom non-stop ever since Tom had confessed the feelings he’d developed for you.

"I can't decide what I want. What do you suggest?" You asked as you looked up at the waiter, your voice as sweet as honey. You looked up through your lashes, fluttering them slightly as you waited for the cute waiter to give you an answer.

Tom, however, gripped the menu tighter, his knuckles turning white as your sweet voice did things to him. Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout his chest. It was quickly cut short by the icy chill of jealousy that seeped through his veins, knowing that your words weren't aimed at him but at the boy that stood at the end of the table.

You let out a giggle as the waiter stuttered through his response, his cheeks turning a bright red. You always went after the boyish types, which left them stuttering, blushing messes whenever you turned on the flirting. You clearly had a type, especially when said boyish guy had brown, curly hair and chocolate brown eyes.

You really only flirted with other guys to take your mind off the one sitting across from you. You weren't sure when things had changed for you, but you could no longer look at him as just a friend. A yearning for something more tugged at your heart whenever your eyes met his. It would never happen though; at least you didn't think so. You felt you were too normal for Tom's tastes and lifestyle, even if most nights you ended up in his bed in your shared apartment after some rather erotic adventures.

Tom, however, felt the same yearning tug whenever he looked in your eyes. A desire to be able to call you his in public, instead of behind a closed bedroom door in the middle of sex because it turned you on more. It used to turn him on as well, but now it just made him feel empty. Hollow, because he wanted it to be real beyond the sanctity of your bedroom walls.

He took a breath to calm himself as he noticed the waiter turning to take his order. He plastered a smile on his face as he looked up at him, ordering a simple salad since he didn't think he could stomach anything else. He was growing tired of feeling sick and queasy whenever he hung out with you in public, having to watch as you flirted with anyone that caught your eye. Harrison constantly made fun of him for it, making comments about how whipped he was whenever you were out of earshot. He also saw how much Tom suffered because of it, having urged him a few times to just tell you how he felt.

Tom clasped his hands in front of him as his menu was taken away, trying to make the smile on his face seem realistic enough to fool you. He knew how good you were at reading him, knowing when he was faking it. He seemed to be doing a good job so far, as you weren't asking him any questions.

As you waited for your dinner, you chatted happily about how Tessa had been while Tom was gone for press, and how your job at the cafe on the corner was going. Tom slowly relaxed as he listened to you talk, your smile contagious and causing his lips to turn up as well. He could see Harrison playfully smirking out of the corner of his eye, shooting him a glare when you weren't looking.

Dinner soon came, Tom tensing as you flirted with the waiter again before he walked away. You ate in silence, simply enjoying the meal and time with each other. Tom spent more time picking at his salad than eating it, but still tried to stomach it all as not to raise suspicion.

The waiter soon returned, a large smile on his face and a plate in his hand. On the plate sat a fairly large slice of chocolate cake as he set it down in front of you. Tom's chest tightened, his stomach churning as he felt like he was going to lose his dinner. He was able to keep his cool, thankful for his training as an actor. He moved his gaze to his empty salad bowl, trying to block out your sweet voice thanking the waiter for the cake.

"Anything for the most gorgeous woman in existence."

Tom almost gagged as the icy grip of jealousy ran through his veins, stronger than before. He couldn't take this anymore as he sat there, listening to the waiter walk away. He kept his gaze on his empty bowl as you ate the slice of cake, a smile on your face. It made him sick that it was another guy making you smile, not him.

Once you had finished the cake and the check came, complete with the waiter's number on it, Tom paid in a hurry. He bolted out of his seat, walking out of the restaurant you had gone to, you and Haz on his tail. He wanted to get as far from that waiter as possible, his stomach still churning at the thought of you two hooking up.

He felt your small fingers wrap around his bicep, causing him to freeze as he had started walking back to the apartment.

"Tom? What's wrong?" You asked softly, gaze filled with concern as you searched his face for an answer. He just shrugged, gently tugging himself out of your grasp and continuing to walk home. You followed behind him, a million thoughts racing through your head at what could be wrong.

Maybe he was just tired from the flight and wanted to get home.

You sighed softly as you figured that was it, gently pulling the strap of your purse higher on your shoulder. A nagging voice in the back of your head said that something else had upset him. Something he wasn't telling you. You tried to ignore it, but it continued to eat away at your thoughts, your hands growing clammy from anxiety.

It didn't take long for the two of you two arrive at the apartment, Tom kicking his shoes off by the door. The sting of jealousy still ran through his veins, but so did the pain of knowing you didn't feel the same. He ran his fingers through his curly hair, moving back towards his room.

You stopped him, however, grabbing his wrist before he could get too far.

"Tom, I know something is wrong. Please tell me." You said softly, moving to stand in front of him. His gaze avoided yours as you looked up at him, searching his face for an answer. "Tom, please." You cupped his cheek, feeling his warm skin against the palm of your hand. You tried to urge him to look at you, brushing your thumb across his cheek.

He grit his teeth as he shut his eyes, a wave of anger surging through him. He didn't get why you could so easily flirt in front of him, then act like you care the next. His nostrils flared as he slowly let out a breath, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach from your warm touch.

"Tom?" You asked, brows furrowed as you felt his jaw clench. You replayed the memories of the night in your head, remembering how weird he seemed to get whenever you flirted with the waiter. It dawned on you, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "Are you jealous?"

His brows furrowed as he stayed silent, eyes closed and lips in a thin line. That was all you needed for an answer as you pulled away, turning your back to him and shaking your head.

"I can't believe it - you're actually jealous. We aren't a couple Tom, even if we do have sex nearly every night." You scoffed, removing your heels as you walked into the kitchen. You couldn't believe he was getting jealous over you flirting with another guy. There was no way he had feelings for you... was there?

Tom clenched his fists at your words, turning to stare at your back as you walked away. "I'm not allowed to get jealous? At least me getting jealous shows I give a shit!" He growled, following you into the kitchen. You whipped around, glaring up at him as he got closer.

"No, you're not allowed to get jealous, Tom! You aren't my boyfriend! We had agreed on no strings attached!" You hissed back, taking a step closer to him in an attempt to stand your ground. Eyes narrowed, you looked into his chocolate eyes, your temper slowly rising. You knew deep down that you had already broken that rule yourself, having grown feelings for him that ran deeper than just a simple crush.

"Well maybe I want to be!" He yelled, taking another step closer. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath moving the baby hairs on your forehead with how close you were.

"Yea? Then fucking do something about it!" You yelled back, hands balling up into fists at your side. Before you could even fully process what you said, his hands grabbed your face, lips smashing against yours. His lips were warm and soft, but the kiss was filled with passion, fueled by months of bottled up feelings. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer as tongues fought for dominance.

His hands moved down to your hips, pulling you tighter against him as he slipped a few fingers under your shirt. His touch burned your skin, his grip on your waist tightening as you nipped at his lower lip. Tugging on his hair as he pulled away, he trailed his warm lips across your jaw. You shivered as his hot breath tickled your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he sucked on the sensitive skin in your neck. You knew it was most definitely going to leave a mark, but you didn’t care as you tilted your head back, giving him full access. Your fingers continued to run through his curls, gently tugging on them to pull his lips back up to your own. He quickly obliged, his lips smashing back against yours as you hummed against him.

His fingers made their way up your stomach, leaving fiery trails of desire and need in their wake. Your chest heaved as you struggled for air, not wanting to pull away from Tom’s lips as his hands found their way underneath your skirt to cup your ass, pressing your midsections even closer together. You could feel the ever growing pool of desire gathering, slowly soaking through your panties.

You tugged on his shirt, slowly stepping backwards as you led him towards his bedroom. You knew things were going to be different after this, and that you two should probably talk before having sex again, but something about how jealous Tom had got had awoken a primal desire deep within.

Tom’s lips pulled away from yours, your bra coming loose as he undid the clasp. He slipped his hands under the loosened fabric, cupping your breasts as he pushed you down on the bed.

Your core tightened at the idea of what was to come, not even hesitating as you pulled your shirt off and tossed it and your bra aside. Tom’s gaze traveled down to your chest, eyes darkened with lust and desire.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He mumbled as you pushed his shirt up, running your hands over his stomach. You could see his growing bulge, straining against the fabric of his jeans, a smile tugging at your lips in response. You locked your eyes with his as you leaned closer, pressing open mouthed kisses against his skin. You wanted to leave your mark, gently sucking and nipping across his lower stomach.

You pushed his shirt up higher, grinning as he got the hint and removed it. Slowly, your lips left a trail down to the edge of his jeans, fingers fumbling to undo the buckle. Your core throbbed with arousal and need as you slipped the belt out, dropping it to the floor and making quick work of the button and zipper. Your heart thumped in your chest as his boxers came into view, a groan coming from him as you palmed him through his black boxers.

You knew what was about to happen was going to be different. Everything held a new meaning now. A different meaning. Your heart raced at the thought, knowing that your feelings were indeed reciprocated. Every touch, every kiss held something so much more than the need for a quick fuck.

He felt the same as he looked down at you, admiring your beauty as you pulled down his boxers, releasing his shaft from its prison. His heart swelled with joy as your eyes met his once more. He had felt the shift when he had kissed you moments ago, the change in the nature of your relationship.

You wasted no time as you wrapped your fingers around him, slowly pumping his cock. The moan you pulled from him was like music, your core tightening at the sound. You’d never admit to him that his moans was a huge turn on for you, wanting to keep them genuine and real. You licked at your bottom lip as you watched precut start to ooze from his tip.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you felt his fingers in your hair, his hand gently pushing on your head to encourage you to do more. You smiled as your gaze locked back on with his, watching his jaw tighten as you slowly wrapped your lips around him. The salty taste of his pre hit your tongue, but it didn’t bother you. Only spurring you on more as you started to slowly bob your head, hand pumping at what wasn’t in your mouth yet.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you slowly took more of him, groaning around his cock. He moaned your name in response, the grip he had on your hair tightening the more you took. You could feel your arousal soaking through your panties as you worked him over. You could feel him twitch with every move, hearing his breath hitch as he pressed your head farther down.

All too soon, he pulled you off him, causing your eyes to flutter open. His chest was heaving, eyes screwed shut and his brows pinched. You could tell he had been close, the salty taste of his pre still washing over your tongue.

“Not… not yet love.” He mumbled, quickly sliding his boxers and pants off, tossing them aside. He motioned for you to lay back on the bed, your cheeks flushing as you watched him. Slowly, you laid back, eyes locked with his as he leaned over you. His hands ran up your sides, leaving a tingling trail of fire across your skin.

He smiled as his eyes roamed over your body, taking in just how gorgeous you were. He looked over every dip, every bump, every imperfection with nothing but adoration and love in his gaze. It stirred something inside you, something much deeper than lust and desire.

His thumbs slid into the waistband of your skirt, hooking around the top of your panties. In one swift motion, both were discarded on the floor, his lips pressing against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the curls on the back of his neck. He groaned into the kiss, taking this opportunity to slide your tongue between his lips.

His hands roamed your body, one coming up and groping at your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. You moaned against his lips, tongues fighting for dominance. His other hand slowly made its way lower, brushing over your swollen folds. You shuddered slightly at the contact, pressing up against him.

“Mmm, so wet for me, aren’t you love?” He muttered, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned in response as he slipped between them, swirling around your growing arousal. His finger brushed against your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed as you groaned. With a soft chuckle, his lips started to travel across your cheek and down your neck, soft gentle kisses mixed in with open mouthed kisses meant to leave a mark.

“Fuck, Tom.” You moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, slowly moving it in and out. You squirmed as his lips traveled across your chest, tongue dancing around, but avoiding the perky nipple that begged for his attention. You felt the coil already tightening in your core as he slipped another finger in, thumb brushing teasingly against your clit, but never fully touching.

“Tom, please.” You begged softly, pressing your hips against his hand for more friction. You felt his warm breath fan over your breast as he chuckled, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Another groan, louder this time, left your lips as you tried to grind yourself against his thumb, but it was just out of reach, leaving you whimpering for more.

The coil grew tighter as his fingers brushed against your g-spot, your desperation for release growing with it. You tugged at Tom’s curls, earning a groan in response, the vibration around your sensitive nipple causing small tingles of pleasure to run through your body and down to your core.

Your eyes fluttered closed as whine escaped, trying desperately to get yourself that much closer to the edge, trying hard to get some friction. You heard the drawer beside the bed open, the sound of a wrapper being opened as he pulled his magic fingers away. You whimpered, biting on your lower lip as you looked at him. Your core tightened as you watched him slip the condom on, rubbing your legs together in anticipation of what was to come.

His smile was gentle and caring as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms under your shoulders and gently hoisting you further up the bed. You let out a soft giggle as he crawled on top, eyes blown wide with lust, but filled with love and adoration. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over his cheek as you smiled back up at him.

“You… you know this isn’t… this means something more now… right?” He asked softly, his gaze filling with a nervous energy as he shifted above you. You nodded, leaning up and brushing your lips against his, mumbling an ‘I know’ before pressing your lips against his. He hummed softly into the kiss, pressing the head of his shaft against your entrance.

“You ready love?” He mumbled against your lips, pressing gentle kisses between words. You nodded, letting out a hum of approval before pulling him into you once more. Your hand slid around to cup the back of his neck, breathing heavily through your nose as he slowly pressed in. You squeezed his hips, encouraging him to go farther as he spread you open, your heart fluttering and racing in your chest. It felt different now. Like a deeper connection had been made as that something from before stirred once again.

You gasped softly as his hips met yours, Tom stilling as he let you adjust before slowly pulling back. He kept his pace slow as he thrusted inside of you, his lips dancing against yours as soft moans came from both of you. It was gentle and sweet as his hands explored every inch of your skin, fingertips leaving trails of sparks as they moved. You pulled your lips from his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned softly, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks, your other hand moving up to tangle in his brown hair.

“Tom, faster, please.” You muttered softly, pressing your hips up into his as they met. He grunted softly as he picked up his pace, hips gently slapping against yours. His lips pressed across your jaw, feather light kisses trailing up to your ear, a soft moan escaping his mouth. You felt your core tighten, causing him to grunt and move his hips just that much faster.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He whispered softly, his hand trailing over your stomach. His thrusts got faster, his warm breath hitting your ear and neck, drawing a moan from you. His thumb soon pressed against your clit, a sharp gasp forcing itself out of your lungs as a shock of pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Mmm, Tommy, please.” You whimpered softly, tugging at his hair to pull his face up towards yours. Your pressed your lips hard against his, the kiss needy but passionate, conveying all the feelings still left unsaid. You rocked your hips against his, his thumb rubbing against your clit causing shockwaves of pleasure to course through you. You could feel his thrusts starting to get sloppy, his other hand coming around and cupping the back of your head, fingers entangling in your hair. You could feel every twitch of him as he grew close. The way his muscles tensed up from his own pleasure he was receiving. Your lips didn’t leave his as the coil in your core threatened to burst, moans muffled by Tom. You were completely encompassed by him. You could smell him, feel him, taste him, and even see him.

“‘M close, darling.” He mumbled against your lips, groaning as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. With swift move against your clit, the coil burst, your back arching off the bed as cried out, eyes fluttering closed and lips brushing against his. He grunted in response as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you as he filled the condom with his warm seed. You both rode out your highs together, Tom’s thrusts slowing down as he came down from his high.

“You alright love?” You heard Tom ask softly as you tried to catch your breath, smiling as you felt his forehead rest against yours. Slowly, you opened your eyes, gazing up into his chocolate brown orbs as a smile crossed your face.

“Yea, I’m fine Tommy.” You whispered softly, leaning up and placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Your heart fluttered as you felt him smile against your lips, slowly peppering kisses all over his face. He let out a chuckle in response, stealing a quick kiss from you before pulling away. You whines softly as he pulled away, missing his warmth and comfort as he pulled out, discarding the used condom.

“Come back.” You pouted, holding your arms out as you looked up at him. You tried your best to be cute, knowing full well you were still naked. It seemed to work though, as he climbed into the bed next to you and snuggled up beside you. You rolled over, pressing your back into his chest, smiling as he draped his arm over you.

“We’re gonna have to talk about all this, you know.” He muttered against the back of your neck, trailing kisses along your shoulder. You gave a small nod, giggling as he kissed up your neck and behind your ear.

“Not right now though.” You mumbled, turning back to look at him. “I think we both know what’s going to be said anyways.”

He chuckled softly, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you closer. “Well, if you already know what’s going to be said, you know what I’m going to ask.”

You blushed furiously as you looked into his eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Do I?” You teased, gaze flicking down to his lips for a split second. You watched as the corner of his eyes crinkled, the butterflies making a reappearance.

“You do.” He said softly, bumping his nose against yours.

“And if I said yes?” You said softly, eyes fluttering closed as you brushed your lips against his.

“You would make me the happiest man in the world.” He muttered against your lips, his smile present.

“I can’t say no to that.” You replied with a giggle before pressing your lips against his, happy that the nature of your relationship changed into something more. A brand new chapter with your new boyfriend.

AN: I hope this request came out like you imagined it Anon!!! Sorry it took so long to finish, but here it is and I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you again to my wonderful beta, Carrie! 💙 If you aren’t following her, you should! She’s the first on the mutuals list below!

Thanks for reading!

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Second Chances (Ikesen Masamune - NSFW)

Description: Let Modern AU Masamune be your biggest cheerleader Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.   Word Count: 2125 words (~11 mins of fluff & smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: This is a story commissioned by the very lovely and talented @midnightmagicx, who requested a scenario with a MC who is experiencing anxiety in the midst of training for a gruelling pole dancing competition.  I had a lot of fun writing this and hope you enjoy it, dear!  Thanks a million for entrusting me with crafting this story for you.  Happy reading! 💕💕💕

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Ikemen Sengoku owned by Cybird.

“Kitten….kitten, wake up….”

Masamune is looking down at you, cerulean eye wide in concern as he gently wipes the sweat from your forehead with one large hand, the other working to relax your white-knuckled grip around the bedsheets.

Wrapped up in the security of his arms, your breathing gradually calms as you take in your surroundings: eggshell-white ceiling, the warm glow spilling from the bedside table lamp, windows that made up one wall of the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, overlooking the dim lights of a city still deep in slumber.

Masamune passes you a glass of water, waiting for you to drink before he asks,

“Another nightmare, baby?”

You nod, fingers rubbing at your temples as you try to swallow back the anxiety that nipped at your heels whenever you thought of your upcoming pole dance competition. The stress of your relentless training schedule colluded with your fears about your last event to conjure up nightmares that hounded you even in your dreams.

“I’m sorry to have woken you up. You have an early day tomorrow as well. I…I’ll just go…and sleep in the living room.”

Masamune clasps your wrist as you make to grab for your pillow, and when you glance up you see that look on his face: brows furrowed and blue eye flashing in admonishment. And with one tug, you find yourself lying on top of him and held tightly within the embrace of his muscular arms.

“You’re not going anywhere, kitten. Didn’t I tell you? We’re in this together. I’m here for you — every step of the way. You promised you would rely on me more.”

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you melt into the warmth of his body, the slow, steady beating of Masamune’s heart echoing in your ears as you allowed yourself to relax against the firm support of his bare chest.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

His smooth, baritone voice resounded in the room, familiar like a lullaby, and you wondered at the contradiction of the man — the effortless way in which he was able to both calm and excite you with a single word, a light touch, a mere glance.

You nodded in response and Masamune continued, laying his hand lightly over yours as your fingers languidly traced the lines of his six-pack.

“You couldn’t stop staring at my eye patch,” he chuckles, the sound sweet, smoky and so alluring.

“And then that sad look that came over your face when you found out I lost my eye in a motorcycle racing accident. Gods, kitten, I could’ve taken you right then and there. But, you know, I could’ve hardly laid you out on the dinner table in the restaurant with all our friends watching. Well, I could’ve, but I’m sure you would’ve been unwilling to at the time.“

You slap his chest playfully as the insufferable man laughs, your mind’s eye transporting you back to that fateful night five years ago when mutual friends introduced you to the man they called the One-Eyed Dragon because of the way his company, Oshu Foods, dominated the industry, and…well, his having only one eye.

You smile to think of how irresistibly attracted you were to Masamune. He moved with the machismo of a matador, completely comfortable in his skin and dignified in a white tee, designer jeans and black leather jacket even as those around him were dressed to the nines.

And yet, all eyes in that Michelin-starred restaurant were irresistibly drawn to him, and you reflect on how Masamune always had that certain je ne sais quoi about him: men wanted to be him and women wanted to fuck him.

But you had made him laugh so hard he almost spat his water out, and he endeared himself to you with the way he blushed when teased about how poorly he handled his alcohol.

So when he insisted on seeing you home on the back of his motorcycle, extending an extra helmet to you as he leaned against its carbon fiber frame, you accepted, caring not about the incredulous looks of those around you as you let him kiss you breathless the way he had wanted to the entire evening. And the rest was history.

Masamune spoke again, pulling you back to the present.

“The doctors said I would never race again. And my dad…gods, he was furious when he found out I entered the Isle of Man TT race last year, saying I was throwing my life away after having it handed back to me on a silver platter, asking what would happen to the future of Oshu Foods if I weren’t so lucky this time around. But you know, when you find something that makes you feel so happy, so absolutely…alive, you just gotta do it, kitten.”

You listen, rapt, until the hand that had been slowly tracing the line of your jaw stopped at the chin to tilt your face up towards his.

“But I know you know this, kitten.  I’ve seen it.  You come alive when you dance on that pole. You’re so strong and graceful and sexy all at once. Hells, it’s beyond me how you make something so hard look so incredibly easy. It’s nothing short of magic.”

You could not helping smiling for you knew it was true, and looking deeply into Masamune’s eye revealed this was no lip service. His voice dropped even lower as he said,

“I was scared too, baby. As I sat at that starting line before the race, my thoughts began to close in on me: what if I had another accident, what if I came in dead last?  It was so bad, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“But then I thought about what it was that I loved about being on a motorcycle, that initial thrill when I discovered how it felt to ride faster than the wind, how all you can see when you get in the zone is the road straight ahead of you.

“And that’s what really matters in the end: that you’ve tried your best, put your all into training for the competition and, most importantly, that you’re having fun. Because life’s too short not to be enjoying yourself, kitten.

“So I let all thoughts of the event being a competition just slip away and focused solely on going as fast as I possibly could without losing control — all while trying to enjoy the process.”

Silence descends between the two of you, comforting like a warm blanket. And as you settle your cheek back onto his chest, the sweetness of his words floating in your head like wisps of cotton candy, the corner of your eye falls on the photo frame on the bedside table.

In the shot, your arms are thrown around Masamune’s neck, sunglasses slipping off the crown of your head as you jumped for joy amidst champagne spraying into the air like liquid confetti. The One-Eyed Dragon, still clad in his racing gear, had one arm tightly wrapped around your waist, the other lifting his first-place trophy high into the air.

Yes, you remembered the day Masamune defied all expectations and came out victorious in the Isle of Man TT race, one of the most difficult and dangerous races in the world. You had never once doubted that he could do it. And now, he was telling you the same.

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“Did you see it, kitten?”

He whispers before licking the shell of your ear, large hands chasing the drops of water falling from the shower above to cascade down your chest.

“There was a standing ovation just for you! You absolutely murdered your routine. You did it baby, first place — just like I always knew you would.”

In the wet heat of the shower, with Masamune’s solid chest pressed up against your back, you felt the tension that had been steadily building in the months leading up to the competition seep away from your body, following the trail of soapy bubbles as they circled the drain before disappearing.

You thought of the bright spotlight that had awaited you beyond the curtain. Remembered how you had taken three deep breaths to ground yourself before stepping out — tall, proud and strong — to take centre stage, the place where you belonged.

For you knew Masamune was in the audience, watching you succeed with love and admiration in his eyes. You also knew that you loved pole dancing, that your body was addicted to the way the sport made you feel, and that this was something nothing and no one could ever take away from you.

With that affirmation, everything came together. Your limbs moved of their own accord to the memory of a routine you knew like the back of your hand, and you lost yourself in the music. And when the rest of the world fell away, only Masamune and his unconditional love remained.

“Masa?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you, really…for all that you’ve done.”

“Kitten, I didn’t do a thing you haven’t already done for me. Besides, you’re the one who put in the time and effort. You deserve all the credit for your victory.”

“Can’t you just graciously accept my thanks for once, you crazy man?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how quick Masamune always was to downplay his contributions to the successes of others, yourself and otherwise.

“Well, if you insist…”

He fit himself even closer against you, lips finding the nape of your neck as his fingers brushed teasingly against your hardening nipples. And as he spoke between kisses pressed along your shoulder blades, you felt the unmistakeable nudge of his arousal against the cleft of your ass.

“…I’m always up for a reward. After all, it took everything in me to hold back from ravishing you on the spot whenever I saw you practicing your routine.”

Turning around, you wordlessly drop to your knees, warm water flowing down the smooth arch of your back as you look up at Masamune. Your tongue darts out to wet the corners of your lips and he sighs to feel the grip of your hands on the firm muscles of his backside. Steadying yourself on the tiled floor, you slowly took his formidable length into your mouth.

Masamune hisses through his teeth as you move, deliberately slow, and you know you’ve got him where you want him when he buries his hands into your wet hair, the furrow between his brows and tension in his fingers so telling of the monumental effort he is putting into restraining himself, when all he wanted to do was buck into your face with abandon.

Thick cock still in your mouth, you smile at him instead with your eyes as your hand draws away to move up the soft insides of your thighs, nestling in the heat between.

“Hells, kitten…now you’re really not playing fair.”

It excited you, putting on a show for him. For there was something deliciously primal about the way he looked at you now, much like the way he watched you when you pole danced. And as your fingers worked feverishly to stoke the fire of your arousal, the vibrations from the moans you couldn’t suppress almost drove the man mad.

So you really shouldn’t have been surprised when he pulled out and brought you to your feet, his command unmistakeable despite being whispered,

“Hands against the wall.”

Through the steam, you could make out your reflection in the bathroom mirror: palms pressed white against the glass of the shower stall as your body bent at the waist, wet strands of hair whipping the surface at intervals perfectly timed to the hard thrusts of Masamune’s groin against your ass.

And each time your lover slid in to the very hilt, making you gasp as he hit all the right places, you could only focus on the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, the rhythm made more salacious for having been amplified by the acoustics of the room.

“Oh god, Masa-“

He kisses you from behind, swallowing your screams as you come undone, his fingers slowing on your pulsing clit as your pussy ceases to clench around the cock still buried deeply within you.

Then he finally pulls out to kneel before you, breathtakingly gorgeous as he admires the slow trickle of his release from between your legs. And when you feel his finger gathering the liquid to spread along the length of your folds, you melt from his words as much as the touch of his hand when he says,

“You know kitten, I know you won the competition, but I feel like the one who truly got the prize.”

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Vanilla

AN: Rafael Barba x Reader. This is for @melsquared79 who suggested the following prompt: #11 - “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

CW: language, smut, some angst

Tags: @madpanda75 @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @niyashell @mommakat32. Anyone else, just ask!

“Not for nothing but that’s some vanilla sex bullshit right there,” your co-worker replied, her brow cocked in disbelief.

You had been dragged out to a happy hour with your coworkers. Lots of cocktails and shot were had; very little food was consumed. A buzz had settled over your body and you were at the point where you were spilling tea on everything and everyone. And this time it happened to be on your sex life.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. Your cheeks were flushed but you weren’t sure if that was due to the alcohol or your embarrassment. You didn’t date in high school or very much in college. After college, you were basically celibate, working long hours, trying to climb the corporate ladder. It paid off, career wise but not in the romantic department.

It was by complete happenstance, due mostly to your klutziness one morning, that you (literally) ran into the man who would eventually become your boyfriend. Spilled coffee, an exchange of business cards and a promise to pay the dry cleaning bill led to dinner and drinks with Rafael Barba, better known to the public as the top prosecutor in the District Attorney’s office.

“We have sex a couple of times per week. He’s very busy; you know how busy I am. So we just do what works best for us,” you continued. “Not everyone has time for whips and chains,” you added with an eye roll.

“Oh honey,” another colleague piped up. “If your man, was my man, we would be doing things all sorts of ways. You can’t tell me he’s satisfied with plain old missionary.”

“He’s always happy,” you protested defensively. You glanced at your watch; it was getting late and the conversation had steered into uncomfortable territory.

“You need to kick it up a notch. Your man is fine as hell - he can get anyone he wants and he’s going to look elsewhere. No doubt,” another colleague added.

You sucked your breath at that comment and decided it was time to leave. “Well ladies, on that note, I am out.”

The women began to protest. “Oh come on, we’re just teasing!”

You shook your head and threw a couple of twenties on the table. “Nah, I’m good.

I’ll see you all on Monday. Behave. Would hate for my boyfriend to arraign you for indecent behavior.”

***

You took the subway home that night instead of your usual cab. The comments of your colleagues began to cloud your mind. You wondered if Rafael was indeed satisfied with the current arrangements. Sure, the two of you weren’t breaking out the Kama Sutra or engaging in fluorescent rope Shibari. You thought about the last time you had sex: you were exhausted from closing a deal and he was stressed from his latest trial. The two of you engaged in a quickie in the bathroom as you both got ready for bed. You both were collapsed in bed just as quickly as the sex was had.

You walked from your stop to your shared apartment. You looked up at the window to your apartment and a light was on. You smiled. Rafael was home early, despite it being close to 10:00 pm.

**

Tossing the keys onto the small bejeweled plate on the table besides the door, you greeted Rafael with a smile who was reading on his tablet. He gave you a lopsided grin. Your breath hitched once more; you were always taken aback by his handsomeness. His hair had started to really grey and somehow, he became even more handsome.

He put his tablet down and walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss caused you to wobble in your heels and Rafael pulled back concerned. “Are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe. I went out with the girls, ‘member?” you replied. You pressed your hands onto his chest and stared into his green eyes. “Hmmm.” He felt warm and smelled like a mix of bergamot, cedar and spice. “Missed you.”

Rafael nodded. “I missed you too. Guess it’s safe to say you had fun.” He helped you out of your jacket and kept you steady as you removed your heels, kicking them to the side.

You shrugged once more. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just really want to go to bed.” Rafael could hear the barest hint of a crack in your voice but he didn’t want to push it with you.

“Then lets go to bed,” Rafael replied, taking you by the hand, and leading you to the bedroom. You half stripped, just down to a camisole and your panties. You crawled into bed, not bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth. Rafael climbed in after you and pulled you into his chest, holding you close. You were asleep quickly but the few tears you had shed didn’t go unnoticed by Rafael.

**

The next morning, you woke up with a dull pounding in your head. You looked over at Rafael’s spot which was empty - not surprising. Many times he went into the office on the weekends.

But instead you smelled coffee and could hear the padding of his footsteps. You groaned as you climbed out of bed and patted down your hair so that you didn’t exemplify zombie status when you saw Rafael.

“Buenos dias, chula,” Rafael greeted you with a quick peck. “How are you feeling?” He handed you a cup of coffee, and you took it, sitting at the breakfast bar.

You waved your hand. “I’ll be better with coffee,” you replied. Rafael nodded sympathetically and handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“That’ll help too.”

You nodded. “So you’re home today?”

Rafael nodded. “Yeah, I was thinking we could use some one on one time with each other. I know work has been awful for the two of us. I told Jack to have SVU bother another DA this weekend.”

“Any place you have in mind?” You questioned as you swallowed the aspirin.

“Central Park? The weather is supposed to be nice.” Rafael suggested. “We could grab a bite before or after.”

**

“Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Rafael grunted as he thrusted into you. You braced your palms on the tree trunk, your dress flipped up, as you were bent over. Your head hung between your arms, your hair swayed with every thrust.

“Because,” you moaned as his cock hit the right spot. “I am trying to prove a point.”

“And that ... that point is what? Fuck!” Rafael groaned, balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, papi. Don’t stop,” you moaned.

“Never,” Rafael promised, picking up the momentum. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sounds of your moans were drowned out by the waterfall in the North Woods of Central Park. Looking to get away from the hustle and bustle, you and Rafael walked along one of the lesser known parts of the park. Feeling auspicious and horny, you decided you wanted to prove your colleagues wrong. Rafael was surprised at your emboldened moves but he went with it.

For good measure, Rafael smacked your ass with each thrust. “You feel so good,” he crooned. “So wet, so tight.” You moaned in pleasure. He wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled gently.

“I am going to...” he warned, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

“Come for me,” you choked out. You took the opportunity to reach below to rub your clitoris.

“Rafael fuck, I am going to cum...” you babble incoherently. “Y/N!” Rafael grunted your name as he stiffened behind you, reaching his own climax. You both stayed there, basking in the moment. Finally, Rafael slipped out, tucking himself back into his pants. He looked around to make sure you were still all alone. The last thing he needed was for either one of you to get caught and land on the registry.

You reached down and pulled up your panties and fixed your dress, smoothing it over. “That was wonderful.”

“That was something,” Rafael chuckled. He picked up the blanket you had brought and took your hand, pulling you close to him. Rafael dipped his head to yours and kissed you. His tongue traced your bottom lip before he gently nipped your lip. You shuddered in his embrace.

Rafael pulled you back towards the path, and you walked hand in hand. You didn’t want to destroy the moment but also you needed to ease your anxiety.

“Rafi, you’re happy with us right? Happy with our sex life?” You questioned so softly, Rafael barely heard you.

“Cariño we just had sex in the middle of the park, where anyone could have caught us. Should I be worried?” Rafael teased.

You didn’t reply and Rafael paused his steps. He cupped your chin, looking you square in the eye. “Is that what that was back there?” You didn’t respond. “Cariño is that why you cried last night? Please talk to me,” Rafael implored.

You sighed and lead Rafael to a grassy knoll, where you spread out the blanket before you both sat. You were delightfully sore from the hedonistic pounding you just took minutes earlier. Your heart began to race, as you began to speak.

“I don’t know. Yesterday when I was out, I drank too much - obviously - and I started to reveal stuff about us. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry for that. But then my coworkers started saying our sex is vanilla and that you’ll leave me because you’re unsatisfied.”

Raul let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He pulled his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Okay. Give me a minute to process please.”

You nodded and waited. A minute seemed like forever and you wanted to throw up. Finally, Rafael began. “At the end of the day, I love you. And I’m not going to leave you because we aren’t recreating Twenty-five Acts.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as he continued. “Our sex life is wonderful. Truly, it is. With our schedules, we do the best we can. If you want to try new things, I am a willing participant.”

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, feeling relieved. “Okay. I just got into my head after what they all said.”

Rafael pulled you so that you were practically in his lap. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

You pushed Rafael down so that he was laying on his side. You laid next to him, facing him and pulled the blanket over your bodies. “Want to give it another go?”

FIN

**

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Awakening: Chapter 3

Okay Sarah take a deep breath and just open the fucking door. You can do this. I sucked in as much air as my lungs would hold while I lost a staring contest with the door to Mr. Connolly’s lecture room; the score of my midterm exam taunting me from the other side with arrogance I could practically see.  

“Don’t freak out so much Sarah you have a lot of other shit to worry about right now.” Rachel’s voice echoed in my ear before she gave me a gentle push forward and headed in the opposite direction. Great, now my anxiety had anxiety and I was still a panic attack away from being kicked out of Law School.  

Steeling myself I opened the door, the wood unusually heavy in my hand all of a sudden, and all I wanted to do was turn and run in the opposite direction. The room itself hadn’t changed since my exam Friday and I had to mentally scold myself for thinking something as stupid as that. No, only my fate would change. Was I going to continue to be a law student, or was I going to become one of those people who made a living off of blogging and mediocre fast food jobs?  

The room was bustling with other students but I paid them no mind, instead focusing on the bulletin board on the opposite end while I walked with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my sweatshirt. My feet were moving slower than usual and part of me felt like I was going in slow motion before I realized that it was just my feet trying to spare me the embarrassment of being kicked out of school. Calm down and suck it up. Just look at your score and go from there. One step at a time Sarah. I mentally prepared myself for my fate as I managed to approach the group of students who were searching for their name on a small sheet of paper. Who knew an inanimate object could hold so much power over us.  

There were hushed whispers around me as I forced myself to look, my eyes scanning the names until I found mine. Not that I needed to look very hard, having a last name like Blackwell was an all but guarantee for top of the list.

Blackwell, Sarah……………………………………………………………………………………………. B –

“Fuck yeah!” I almost shit myself when I saw my score and everyone around me turned to stare awkwardly while I did a little victory dance. It wasn’t the top score but I passed and that was all that mattered seeing as I bullshitted like half of the exam. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room smiling widely even as I heard hushed voices behind me.

“Why is she so excited? A B minus isn’t something to write home about.”

“She’s pretty much failing anyway so I don’t know why she even tries so hard.”

“Hey cut her some slack she works hard.”

“Well when you’re intellectually lacking I don’t blame her for having to work hard.”

I wanted to say something, I really did. I would have loved nothing more than to turn around and come back with a retort that would have them all gaping at me but I knew better than to let their banter get the better of me. I was here to learn how to be a lawyer, not get into a pissing contest because I didn’t have the best grades. As I closed the door I silently wished I was the type of person who could stand up for herself instead of just passively rolling over while the entire world stepped on her. There were a lot of things I wanted to be able to do but right then there was only one that I was actually going to do. Run.

Rachel was still in her class so I all but ran back to my dorm to change before I took off. My usual route was the three miles from the campus to the bookstore and back again. The wind was cold as I ran but the frost bite that nipped at my nose and the burning in my lungs were something I welcomed as I pushed my feet farther and faster. The sun was high in the sky and the warmth from it did wonders to chase away the cold as I ran; its rays shining down on me as if giving me praise for passing my mid-term. I knew that wasn’t the case but hey a girl could dream right?

By the time I got to the library I was breathing hard; a light sheen of sweat was beginning to form under the weight of my jacket and I let out a long sigh of relief as I shrugged out of it and stepped through the door. The air inside was warmer and I was sweating more within a few minutes but the smell of the books had me sighing in content as I walked around. Unlike most law students who enjoyed spending their free time reading law material and court cases, I liked to spend mine flipping through the pages of a nice thriller novel. Once I had a book in my hand and a nice quiet corner scouted out to read peacefully, I sat and buried my face into the cover of the most recent Kay Hooper book.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but sometime later the rays from the setting sun had me sneezing and looking at my phone, cursing and jumping up. Shit how did I lose track of time? It was already dinner time and I told Rachel we would rent movies and veg out tonight. She was going to kill me when I got back and I swore again when I noticed I had a missed call from her and multiple unanswered texts. Fuck. I hit redial as fast as my fingers would allow.

“You owe me a good explanation.” Was all she said when she answered and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me.

“I’m sorry I went for a run and ended up at the bookstore and lost track of time.”

“Just for this we’re watching the Notebook and then after that we’re going to watch The Last Song, and if I hear so much as a groan from you, I’m going to duct tape you to the chair and make you watch as I burn every Disney movie you have.” I felt my stomach drop and swallowed hard.

“Deal, I swear.”  

“Good now get your ass back to campus or I’m not going to save any candy for you.” Her tone was lighter this time and I nodded in response, knowing full well she couldn’t see me.  

“On my way now. I’ll be back to campus in a few minutes.” I didn’t give her time to respond before I hung up and grabbed my jacket. The weather had grown colder and I briefly contemplated just waiting for the bus, but I could practically feel Rachel sifting through my collection of Disney movies and felt myself stiffen. Running would definitely be faster and my poor movies were counting on me to save them.

I had gotten about half way back when I felt the atmosphere change and my phone vibrate in my pocket. The number wasn’t one I recognized but I answered anyway; my tone questioning.  

“Hello?”

“There’s a gas station coming up on your left. Go in and call Rachel.” Was all the female voice said to me and I slowed to a stop as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Who the hell is this?” I was looking around as I spoke but nothing popped out at me and nothing seemed out of place. There were a few people walking and the cars that drove by were going the normal speed.

“That’s not relevant right now Sarah. You are in danger and you need to get to a public place and call Rachel.”

“Why should I listen to you when you won’t even answer my questions?” I couldn’t help the venom that laced my tone as my eyes darted around me. The woman sighed heavily and I inwardly screamed in frustration. Sorry that I am curious as to who the fuck is calling me randomly and warning me of shit I didn’t know I needed to be worried about!  

“I don’t have time to explain anything to you right now. If you want to stay alive you will listen to me.” Her tone became so serious, it had me walking towards the gas station instinctively.

“You could at least tell me what you’re warning me from. Or you could tell me your na-“I didn’t have time to finish my sentence before the line went dead and I was staring at a ‘call ended’ screen and doing my best not to give into the panic that was overtaking my very soul.

I looked around again before glancing back to my phone and my anger surged. Ignoring the call I scowled and shoved it into my pocket and started running again, mentally flipping the innocent gas station off as I passed it. Fuck that bitch and her stupid warnings. I can take care of myself.  If anything bad actually happened I was confident I could outrun it. I took first place in a lot of races back in high school and running was second nature to me so I wasn’t worried. Huffing at the arrogant voice from before, I ran on; stopping only when my phone rang again; showing the unknown number, again.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“For you to listen to me. You need to get off the street.” The voice was a slightly more annoyed version of the one I had spoken to only moments ago, and I scoffed.

“Listen Lady I don’t take orders from people I don’t know…” I trailed off as I continued back to campus, this time walking as the voice on the other end cursed.

“Will you fucking listen to the person trying to save your life?”

“Save my life from what?” I countered and was met with silence. “Yeah, I thought so. You won’t tell me anything. I call bullshit on everything you’ve said lady. You call me again and I block this number.”  

“Sarah wai-“ I hung up before she could finish, hoping that she got a taste of her own medicine as I turned my phone off completely to begin running again. Whatever kind of sick joke this was it, wasn’t funny anymore and I felt myself growing angrier by the second so I automatically picked up my speed to try and calm down. I could see the campus coming up on my right and smiled. I don’t need your stupid jokes and warnings. I thought triumphantly before a scream rode the air.

I stopped mid-step and looked around but nothing looked out of the ordinary. In fact those around me didn’t seem to have heard anything at all. I listened intently and seconds later another scream met my ears and I turned to the woman walking past me.

“Did you hear a scream just now?”

“No what are you talking about?” She questioned with a raised brow but kept walking. Whatever it was that I was hearing clearly wasn’t reaching anyone else. Around me people went about their lives as if the scream that just echoed didn’t happen. The street lights were just starting to come on and the shadows that lurked everywhere were suddenly more malevolent than they had previously been. Turning to my right I heard the scream again and my feet were moving before my mind could catch up.

There was a park just before campus and that’s where the sound came from.  I didn’t know why I was running towards the screams but whatever the reason was, I was going to have a serious talk with myself about self-preservation later.  After tripping over an exposed root and face planting, I heard it again; this time closer and to my left. I was back on my feet in seconds and rounding on the play structure before I saw it. There was a girl who looked no older than me, fighting off two large dogs and my throat seemed to constrict. These had to be the biggest canines I had ever seen in my life and each one had their jaws wrapped around the girl. From where I stood I could see the blood and hear the growls.

My body was moving before my mind could decide what to do, picking up a stick in the process and racing towards the scene before me. The dogs seemed too caught up in their attack to notice me coming so I took the first one by surprise when I smacked it in the head with my stick. The wood shattered on impact and the animal growled before turning on me and I jumped back to avoid teeth. I threw the other half of said stick at the second beast and it let the girl go and she crawled to her feet crying.

“Get out of here and call 9-1-1!” Was all I said before I was sprinting in the opposite direction; the two dogs now chasing me. While I sprinted I wondered just what the fuck was wrong with me that would make me provoke two clearly vicious animals. Yeah, me and my sense of self-preservation needed to have a talk. I turned sharply to grab the closest light pole and spin fast, coming around to kick the second dog in the face before wincing at the pain that radiated up my leg. Jesus Christ are they made of fucking lead?

The first animal circled around to cut me off and together they both steered me towards the wall of the play structure and I soon found myself cornered and cursing. The first feigned an attack and I jumped to my right only to feel teeth sink into my ankle and I yelped in both shock and pain. I kicked out with my free foot and listened as the beast growled but released me. I scrambled to my feet but only had enough time to bring my arms up to protect my face before the other dog lunged, crashing into me head on and sending me to the ground. I hit with a pained grunt and felt more teeth pierce my forearm as well as my shoe. Seconds later the two dogs were dragging me off towards the other side of the park, and I was screaming while I tried to fight them. They were heavy and stronger than I remember dogs being; all that raced through my mind was that my Disney movies were going to be destroyed because two fucking flea bags made me their dinner. Fate was indeed a cruel bitch.

I struggled and reached up with my free hand to make a jab to its eyes and sighed when it worked. The first dog released me and began to circle around for a better vantage point while the other continued to drag me off to God knows where. In the distance I could hear sirens and wished that they would hurry up. I didn’t want to die by a dog attack. My vision had begun to get blurry and my entire body was shaking from fear and adrenaline and when teeth sank into my hip, I barely felt the pain.  

“Hey!” A shout rang out from somewhere behind me and seconds later the dogs were sprinting off in the opposite direction. Footsteps echoed behind me and I turned my head to see a man sprinting at me but all I could think was, thank God and I should have listened to the voice.

“Are you alright?” His tone was panicked as he knelt beside me and placed his hand over the bite marks on my hip while I gripped my forearm.

“Y-yeah…thanks.” My voice was weaker than I had anticipated and I winced as the pain pulsed in time with my heart.

“Hang on the ambulance is on the way. I can see the lights now.” I looked up into blue eyes and smiled before nodding.

“That sounds good.” I replied before feeling my entire body relax. I wasn’t sure when I had passed out but the last thing I remembered was a voice in my ears.

“You should have listened.”  

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When I came to, I was surrounded by white walls and I could hear beeping to my right. Pain radiated all over and each breath I took had fire spreading through my lungs. Looking around I could see I was in a hospital room and in the hall I could see Rachel talking with one of the doctors before she glanced in my direction.  

“Oh thank God you’re alright…” She had her arms around me in seconds and I winced but hugged her back as best I could. “I was worried when your phone went straight to voicemail.”

“I saw a girl getting attacked in the park outside of campus and I guess I just acted out of instinct. Sorry to worry you Chel.” My voice was more even than I had anticipated while I spoke and I could see the aggravation simmering right beneath the surface of her amber eyes and I laughed nervously.

“You almost got yourself killed is what you did. I swear I have to keep my eye on you at all times or you’re going to get into even more trouble.” Even under her anger I could hear the amusement and I smiled at her.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“The doctor said you got some pretty bad bites on you so they’re keeping you overnight for observation. The girl you saved is in the room next door, but she’s in bad shape.” Rachel’s voice had become so serious that it had my heart pounding within my chest.

“Is she alright? I saw she had a lot of wounds when I jumped in but they didn’t look that life threatening…” I tried to recall her physical condition the last I had seen it. She had bite marks everywhere sure, but none looked particularly deep and almost each was on a part of her body that avoided major arteries and organs. In fact she ran off mostly unencumbered, so why was she in such bad shape all of a sudden?

“…probably why she’s not doing so well- hey are you listening to me?” Rachel snapped her fingers in front of my face to bring me from my thoughts and I jumped.  

“Sorry what did you say?” The blonde before me sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose and all I could do was offer a small smile of apology.

“I said,” She cast me a glare, “her wounds weren’t serious but the infection that set in a few hours ago has run rampant in her system and she’s been declining steadily ever since. Whatever it is that’s causing her fever and organ shut down is killing her…they’re giving her till tomorrow at best.”

My entire body went stiff and we both turned towards the door as the speakers went off signaling a code blue, whatever that was. Seconds later five people rushed into the room next to mine, and I didn’t know I was shaking until Rachel grabbed my hand and squeezed tight enough to draw my attention back to her.

“Am I going to die Chel…?” I could feel tears welling in my eyes. Rachel smiled and squeezed my hand.

“You’ll be just fine. I’m not going to let you die. We have to graduate together remember?” Her voice was calm and I felt nothing but truth radiating from her body, but something deep in my soul was telling me that the woman before me was hiding something.

I didn’t get a chance to reply before doctors came into the room and motioned for her to leave. She was fighting them even as her eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t help the shudder of fear that raced through me. She looked so worried as they practically pushed her out of the room and all I could do was sit there speechless.

“Miss Blackwell?” A man with short black hair and glasses drew my attention to him. He was tall and pale but had eyes as blue as the sea and they comforted me for some strange reason.

“Y-yeah?”

“My name is Dr. Ackles, I need you to be patient with us while we give you an exam to make sure everything is still fine. Leslie here is going to take some blood real fast is that alright?” His voice was calm as he spoke and I looked to the brunette beside him. She had brown eyes and her smile had me smiling back and nodding. As she prepped my arm the main doctor spoke again.

“Can you tell me if you’re feeling any pain? Do you know where you are?”

“I feel fine aside from a little sore at my ankle, arm, and hip. I’ve got a slight headache but other than that and being a little thirsty I’m alright. I can only assume I’m at Boston General Hospital because that was the closest facility to my campus.” I winced as the needle went in and my eyes were automatically drawn to the flow of red.

While I watched my blood leave my body I answered more questions and sat still while they checked my temperature and vital signs. When they were done Dr. Ackles checked my eyes and nodded to Leslie before smiling at me.

“That’s all for now. You just rest here and someone will be back to check on you in a while. In the meantime I will have a nurse bring you some water. Unfortunately I can’t allow you to eat anything until we know for sure you are well enough to hold food down. The last time you woke up you threw up everywhere.” He chuckled slightly before walking out and I was left confused as I stared after him. I didn’t remember waking up earlier.

I lay back down, wincing only slightly as I pulled out my phone. As soon as I grabbed it the voice flashed through my head. You should have listened. I stiffened and turned on my phone to see multiple texts. Most were from Rachel and a few were from Drake but there was a few from a number I didn’t recognize so I opened those first.

Next time listen to me!  

I could practically hear her angry voice in my head as I read it.

The girl you saved was going to die anyway so you should have stayed out of it.  

I furrowed my brows at this message because this was right after I had told said girl to run away so how did this mystery woman know she was going to die? Things were starting to get really freaky, and it was beginning to scare me.

They’re going to draw your blood soon...you need to get out of there before that happens.  

What the fuck was she talking about? I looked at the time and jumped when my phone vibrated again. It was the same number.

Get out of there now!  

My blood ran cold and I looked around instinctively. I had no time to even text back before my phone was ringing. I took a deep breath and answered it.

“Hello…?”

“Sarah you need to leave now.” Her voice was rushed and sounded almost urgent as she spoke.

“What? Why? I’m safe here the dogs can’t get to me.”  

“Those weren’t dogs Sarah, they were wolves. The girl you saved is going to die if she hasn��t already because of their venom.”

“Wait what? Last I checked lady, wolves don’t have venom. So why don’t you tell me what the fuck is going on here before I hang up on you and call the cops.” I snapped at her as I looked up to see Rachel walk into the room before closing the door; her steps seeming rushed all of a sudden. In one swift movement she had my phone to her ear and was unplugging the monitors.

“Hey, it’s me. Yeah I switched the tubes out and got rid of her blood. They won’t suspect a thing. Yes I’m getting her out now I heard two of them coming from below us while I was convincing the nurse to discharge her….” She trailed off as she looked at me and nodded before speaking again, “yeah I have her clothes. Prepare for us, we will be down in five minutes, maybe less.” I was staring in shock when she hung up and pulled me to my feet.

“We need to get you out of here now,” She paused to lift my right arm and yank my IV out. I hissed as she continued, “there are clothes in the backpack at your feet you need to be changed in two minutes.”

“What’s going on here? Why are we leaving? I thought I was dying?” I was pretty much hysterical at this point as I watched her put all the tubing and wires from my monitors in a bag before she shoved it into another backpack.

“I don’t have time to explain right now Sarah because there are two people on their way up here to kill you, and if we’re not gone in the next three minutes it’s going to get a lot bloodier in here.” Her tone had darkened and I shuddered before nodding absently while I struggled to get into my sweatpants. I had no sooner gotten my shirt on before she was practically dragging me to the door; keeping me balanced while I stumbled but put on my sneakers.

“Wh-why are there people trying to ki-“I never finished my sentence before she slapped a hand over my mouth and opened the door to peer outside. Her movements were calm and collected and it only seemed to scare me more until she looked to me, and I saw what looked like fear in her eyes. Whatever was going on, she was afraid for me and that only served to make me even more petrified.

She whispered a curse as she looked to our right and took off in the opposite direction even as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number I didn’t recognize.

“They’re here already.” Was all she said and I turned back to see two men standing at the nurse’s desk and my heart sank into my stomach because one of those men was Drake. The other was a man I didn’t recognize, but even from where we were, I could see the tension in their bodies.

“No, just two. Like I said they underestimated us like usual. Yeah one of them is Winsor, the other I don’t know. South side stairwell, be ready.” She hung up before ushering me through the door just in time for me to lock eyes with Drake as he turned, and he was shouting even as the door slammed shut behind us.

I yelped slightly when I saw the rage shining in his eyes and I was so confused. Rachel cursed again before she was sprinting down the stairs, and I was struggling to keep up with her.

“I know you just got attacked but I need you to use your cross country running to its fullest right now. They’re going to catch up before we hit the bottom and it’s going to be a race once we get out to the street.” Her voice was automatic as she spoke and I could only nod absently while I heard the door crash against the wall above us.

“What the fuck is going on?” I shouted as one of the men dropped to the bottom and start racing upstairs to cut us off. How the fuck did he just survive a fall from seven stories? Yep, I was losing my mind right now.

“Shit!” Rachel said angrily as she let me go, only to grip the rail and vault over it to kick the man in the chest. He grunted but remained standing as he pulled out a knife and I felt my body stiffen. Chel simply caught his hand and twisted hard before shoving him back and pulling out a blade of her own and driving it into his shoulder. If it hurt, he made no sound but before he could recover Rachel was moving again, bringing her foot down on his knee hard. There was a crack and then he screamed before his other knee buckled.

In one swift movement, Rachel was behind him and snapping his neck, before taking my hand and running on. Behind us I heard his body hit the floor and I swear I could feel the blood rush from my face.

“Jesus fucking Christ you just killed him!” I shouted panicked as I started to struggle to free my hand. Whoever this woman was she wasn’t Rachel, and all I wanted to do was get away.

“Sarah we don’t have time for this!” Rachel turned on me so fast I had to jump back to avoid smacking heads with her. Anger was shining in her eyes but in a flash her gaze drifted past me and she was moving again, this time pulling me out of the way as a bullet rushed past her. It ricochet off the railing and I screeched in surprise before she was pulling me through another door, and when I turned back around, I could see the entrance to the hospital.

“He shot at us back there!” I whispered panicked as I risked a glance back. He was through the door and catching us fast and I felt Rachel tug at my arm.

“This is it Sarah. You’ve always been fast so put it to use. We need to out run him just enough to get to the car. Don’t stop and don’t look back. Make sure you stay right on my heels.” She said calmly as she let me go and took off and it was all I could do just to keep up with her. What the ever living fuck was going on here? The entire time we’ve been friends, she was never able to outrun me, so why was I struggling to keep up with her all of a sudden?  

I felt shock race through me as she got ever farther ahead, and it took everything I had to make my feet go faster. My lungs were burning and my muscles ached like nothing I had ever felt before, and once we got through the door, she veered left and I was stumbling to catch my balance and keep on her heels. Up ahead a blacked out SUV came to a stop and the side door opened but I couldn’t see inside. Rachel was the first to reach it and it was already starting to take off as I grabbed her outstretched hand. No sooner had the door slid home, did bullets begin to clang loudly around us.

I collapsed onto the floor breathing hard and looked up to see Rachel looking out the back window; a gun held tightly in her hand as she smirked.

“Try catching us now.” She spoke to no one in particular, and even in the faded light, I could see she had no trouble breathing. She didn’t even look winded. I stared at her even as a voice sounded behind me, and it was so familiar that it had my skin crawling.

“That was too close for comfort Rachel. Had you taken any longer to get out of there she would be dead right now.” I stiffened at the iciness of the woman’s tone but couldn’t bring myself to turn around and look at her. The entire situation that I just lived through had the adrenaline rushing through my system so fast that I wasn’t even sure any of it was real. Any minute now I’m going to wake up and this is all just going to be a bad dream.  

“We got away didn’t we? Don’t be so worried Lacie.” Chel relaxed visibly before holstering her weapon and looking down to me. “You alright Sarah? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I couldn’t find the words to answer her with because it was all I could do to not throw up. My mind was racing and my breaths were coming in faster as my body began shaking, and I knew the adrenaline was fading. I could feel my pain coming back with a vengeance, and the world spun before going black. The last thing I remembered was pain exploding in my head as it hit the floor.

END

So here is chapter three! Well...I wrote it a while ago but just now got around to editing it and getting it posted up here. I do hope you like my novel so far! :3

[tasharii]

Say Yes: Part 3

Summary: Fate brought you together but that doesn’t mean anything is ever guaranteed. There are a lot of reasons that it shouldn’t work out. People from different worlds usually don’t. But every time you say yes, it gets harder to imagine ever telling him no.

A/N: We are here! Doing this smut thing for the very first time!  I’m honestly surprised Steve gets the first smut from me and not Bucky BUT that’s just how the posting schedule has fallen. So this is your warning. Be prepared cause I make no promises about the quality. Please leave some feedback on how you like this so far <3 It means a lot.

Pairing: Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: fluff, some language, smut (18+)

Word Count: 4K

Masterlist

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The beaded chain wrapped around your fingers and pressed indents against your thumb. Fingertips traced his name across the dog tags, the sensation familiar now, and you worried your bottom lip. Steve should have been back hours ago. Over the last three months since you started dating, you had come to expect him to be late. It just happened. Missions went wrong, or got extended, other times he got held up in the Tower for a grueling debriefing. Sometimes, he was early. Bad guys defeated quicker than expected. Those were the best times. And rare.

Right now, though, you were losing your internal battle with anxiety, and it sucked. A lot. One of your favorite Netflix shows played in front of you on the TV but you were barely even paying attention at this point. Instead, you gazed blankly at a faraway spot on the floor. Unseeing. Your phone sat mockingly quiet in your lap. Every so often, you picked it up and checked it to make sure you somehow didn’t miss an important message. You hadn’t.

Steve had let you know that he was heading back to the Tower. From some unknown location. That it would only take an hour more to get back into Manhattan. Since then, it had been nothing but silence.

What if something went wrong?

It wasn’t even an unfounded worry because things had gone wrong before with him. A couple months ago, you received a lovely phone call from Tony Stark. Iron Man had to tell you that Steve was in the hospital. Problem was, you’d only been dating a month and didn’t have clearance into the medical floor of the Tower. So, you just had to wait.

Steve got you clearance after that. Along with a handy listing in their security database. Fingerprints, retinal scans, and voice recognition. The whole shebang. No one ever mentioned that dating a superhero involved a thorough background check. It was like working for the government.

It was nearing 9PM, and the wind howled outside, threatening to storm. With an obnoxious clunk, your heater kicked on, fighting off the chill the November winds brought with them. Blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were curled up in leggings and a band t-shirt. Steve had promised to drop by for dinner after he got back. Two weeks have passed since you got to see him. Dinner got cold an hour ago. There was a plate saved for him in your microwave. Hopefully, it would still be good when he finally got to eat it.

Phone in hand, you were debating calling Tony when you finally heard his familiar knock. Immediately, you jumped up and smacked into your coffee table in a hurry to get to the door. Pain smarted up your shin, but you didn't even slow. Yanking open the door with a grin, you instantly threw yourself on him in a tight hug. Ingulfed in his warmth and comforting scent, you felt %100 better. Steve grunted in bit back pain but hugged you regardless. The moment you heard him grimace, you took a step back, letting him go, “I’m sorry! Are you ok?”

He kept his hands on your shoulders, not letting you get far. A dark bruise ran across the length of his jaw and a gash with stitches stretched down his temple to his cheekbone. Steve had on a long sleeve blue shirt and jeans beneath his black trench coat. No other wounds were visible, but he held himself stiffly, favoring his left leg.

“I’m alright.” He assured, and you guided him into your apartment, locking the door back behind you, “We got ambushed in the base but everyone’s safe.”

Eyebrows furrowed in concern, you asked, “Did you have to abandon the mission?” Without getting far into the apartment, you interlaced your fingers with his. Then stretched up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. Just an affectionate peck. Next you gently kissed the bruise on his jaw, making him chuckle. His arm slipped around your waist, keeping you close. After a second, you dropped back on your socked heels, free hand on his chest.

Steve nodded, studying your eyes like he was trying to memorize you in this moment, “Nah, we shut the base down and got some intel from their computers. It took me a bit to get away from the doctor.” His thumb stroked your side absently, an affectionate smile made his face light up, “She didn't understand that I had places to be.”

“Then you’re forgiven.” You teased, unable to do anything but feel bubbly when he was looking at you like that, “I’ve got you a plate in the microwave.” Taking a step back, he let you go, and you gestured over to your kitchen. Outside, the storm had started up, the pattering of rain filled the small apartment along with the occasional crash of thunder. Every so often, laughter erupted from your TV as the show continued.

Relieved that he was safe, you walked to the fridge, explaining what you had made for him, “If you want to turn on the microwave, I’m sure it’ll heat up fine.” Hand on the door, about to grab him a drink, you tilted your head to point at the microwave, “Steve?” He was standing right behind you. The fridge closed quietly without you completing your task.

Steve’s sharp blue gaze was weighted as he stared down at you. Like he had something on his mind. Slowly, he took another step forward and brought up his hand. His coat fluttered around his legs like a whisper. Fingers stroking your cheek, he kissed your forehead, “I missed you.” He whispered, lips brushing your hairline. The smell of his bodywash fanned around you as the vent above your head blew heated air into the kitchenette.

Apparently, he had something other than food on his mind. Back against the fridge, you carefully touched his sides and slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt. Just feeling him and met his eyes, “I missed you more.” You admitted, “Could barely study for my test cause of you.” It was meant to come out as a joke, but your heart was in your throat. It sounded more like a confession.

Steve kissed your cheek, the unshaven stubble scratching at your skin, “I’m sorry.” And down to your jaw and then your neck. The brush of his teeth against your throat had you gasping in surprise and pleasure. Goosebumps rushed across your arms and thighs. Knees going weak, your head thumped back against fridge. Steve chuckled and threaded his fingers in your hair at the base of your neck. Gently, he unraveled your messy bun, letting your hair fall free, “Let me make it up to you.” There was something loaded about the statement that made fire ignite in your core. Your hands caught his wrists, squeezing and hanging on for dear life.

Up until now, you had taken your relationship slow. There was so much to navigate when it came to dating him. It honestly made you happy when he didn’t immediately try to jump into your bed. He hadn’t even stayed the night before, and you’d never set foot in the living quarters of the Avengers Tower. Only paid the Tower a visit once to get your biometrics into FRIDAY’s system. And that only took you to the 5th floor. Neither of you had met each other’s friends or families. Talking to Tony on the phone didn’t count. It was simply your relationship. Just the two of you involved. And you liked it that way.

Dating a superhero was hard enough without anyone else sticking their noses into it.

Hell, no one even knew who specifically you were dating. Just that you were seeing someone. Your friends would have a field day if they knew you were dating a ‘celebrity’.

“How do you plan to do that?” You asked, sentence hitching in your throat when he nipped your earlobe. His body crowded you against the fridge, hips flush with your own. Breath hot against your neck, Steve’s jeans were rough against the front of your leggings. His coat hung open, almost enveloping you inside it along with him. Everything was so warm, even the butterflies in your stomach were made of molten gold.

“Can I stay the night?” Steve questioned instead, pulling back so he could study your expression. When you hesitated, realization making your stomach twist in knots out of apprehension, he cupped your jaw in his palms and rubbed his thumbs under your eyes, “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just—” Steve cut himself off, looking down and swallowing. Like he was nervous, and his voice dropped to a whisper, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” The bruise on his jaw shone more prominently to you then. It was such a bizarre thought to have ‘Captain America’ and ‘fragile’ in the same sentence, but that’s how he looked right now. Steve was vulnerable.

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t want him to go home either, “You can stay.” You whispered in return, stroking his hair and smiling sweetly. He nuzzled into your palm.

Steve’s eyes widened, like he was surprised by your answer, and he bit his lip, “Are you sure?” He let out a breath, “I don’t want you to feel pressured.” His blue eyes were deep and filled with affection, making you feel safe. Safer than you’d ever felt with anyone before.

“Ya I’m sure.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you balanced yourself up onto your tiptoes against him, “I want to know how you’re going to make it up to me.” Confidence flooded your veins when he blushed deep red. Lips against his, you groaned at the way his body pressed harder against yours. His hands traced down your back until he found your ass and he squeezed, making you gasp at the unfamiliar touch.

As if you were a doll, he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you by the thighs. Immediately, you broke the kiss and squealed, laughing when he spun and sat you on the counter. You knocked over a salt shaker with your hand when you tried to balance yourself, “There’s so many things I could do, I don’t know where to start.” Steve mused, kissing your neck again. His hands bunched in your shirt, subtly tugging it, waiting for you to protest. You brought your arms up, heart pounding when he tossed it over your head. His dog tags clinked lightly against your collarbone.

The air was cool on your flushed skin, your body exposed for him to admire. The soft awe in his expression made you preen. It felt good for him to look so flustered at the sight of you bare. His hands brushed down your arms, one grasped your fingers, the other stroked through your hair out of your face, “You’re beautiful.” Steve stated sincerely.

Before you could reply, he was kissing you breathless. His tongue was hot against your own, and his hands touched your chest, sending embarrassing noises out of your throat. It had been such a long time since you let someone get close to you like this. But it had never felt like this.

Heat built up in your core, and you shoved his coat off his shoulders. Steve let it fall to the kitchen floor. Followed instantly by his soft blue shirt. He trailed open mouth kisses down to your collarbone, then teased your nipple in his teeth, making your back arch. Lips parted in a silent whine. Your hips bucked until you were sitting on the very edge of the counter, flat against his jeans.

Steve gasped and groaned, grinding his hips back against you. Then you were rutting together, fingers tugging at his short soft hair. Thoughts raced through your head, but all you wanted to do was show him how much you loved him. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? This burning need in your chest that was the sweetest pain you’d ever felt. This desperate desire to have him be closer and closer. Never close enough.

His hands were all over you. Touching your sides, hips, back, and hair. Everywhere you could feel, you did. Mindful of his bruises, you felt the tight muscles of his body. Hands trailed down his chest and up his back. Suddenly desperate to learn him by heart. The way his breath picked up and low little noises left his chest. The way he kissed you. The way he tensed as he ground the hardening front of his jeans against you. Steve whispered your name, voice deep and rough, “Y/N, I want…”

“Yes.” You immediately replied, lightly biting his shoulder while you felt the muscles of his broad back roll under your hands. His skin was burning, and his callused palm was hot against the tender skin of your breast. The heat radiating from him was a side effect to the serum, but it felt perfect in the drafty air of your apartment.

“But you don’t know what I was going to say.” Steve laughed, it vibrated through your bones and made your heart flutter. His laugh was the sweetest melody you knew. He kissed you again, tongue brushing against your bottom lip and then he bit down, pulling away slowly. Teasing you.

“Whatever it is, yes.” You giggled, breathless, cupping his smiling face in your hands. Impatient, you tried to draw him back in. Steve’s lips brushed yours feather light, but he wouldn’t meet you entirely. He kissed your cheek and made you groan in frustration.

Steve picked you back up, teeth against your jaw and he groaned when you squirmed against him. Your bare chests brushed skin against skin, and shivers rocked up and down your spine. The metal of his necklace was cold between your flushed bodies. He met your eyes, pupils blown, and expression filled with lust. Carrying you through your living room, Steve whispered, “I want you.” He spoke between kissing the corner of your mouth and nuzzling under your jaw, biting the soft skin under your neck.

“I want you too.” You moaned, lips brushing his ear and making his breath hitch. Steve pinned you against the wall beside your bedroom door, the hall was dark. Feeling brave, you slipped your hand between the small space separating your bodies and palmed him firmly. His hips jerked forward, and he groaned, forehead against yours. You caught his mouth and swallowed the next noise he made when your tongue tangled with his.

Cursing, he shivered, growing harder under your touch. He gently broke the kiss, tremors making his shoulders shake, and swallowed, “Are you sure?” He asked for the millionth time. It was endearing and yet frustrating that he was so concerned about your consent. His voice was strained, and he met your eyes. Free hand taking hold of your chin, keeping you from kissing him again. Everywhere his fingers trailed across your skin left scorch marks.

Stroking the length of him through his too-tight pants, you raised your eyebrows, “Do I look like I’m not?” You smirked playfully and unbuttoned his jeans. Steve’s eyes squeezed shut as you unzipped him, and he groaned, “Don’t you want to?” You questioned in turn, on the verge of sounding smug.

“Fuck yes.” Steve breathed, holding you by your ass, he nuzzled against your neck. Teeth bit you harder than before in retaliation, making you gasp. It wouldn’t surprise you if you found bruises later. Easily holding you out of the way, he kicked out of his jeans.

“Captain! Language.” You snickered and then squealed when he squeezed your thighs, pinching. You slapped his bare shoulder. Steve ground his hips against yours, making sure you felt exactly how much he wanted you. Needed you. Without his jeans, you could feel every hot inch.

“Your mouth’s just as dirty as mine sweetheart.” He growled and your answering curse at the pressure between your legs had him smirking. His eyes sparked mischievously, and you laughed too. Breathless and excited. Reaching to the side, you grabbed your bedroom doorknob and shoved it open. An invitation that Steve instantly took.

In a few quick strides, Steve threw you onto the bed and flicked on your bedside lamp. It illuminated the dark room with soft golden light. His eyes never left you as he crawled on after you. Steve hovered over you, hesitating for a second, until you leaned up and gently kissed him. Hands tracing down his chest, you broke the kiss and took him in. The broad width of his shoulders, and strong body. Bruises lined black and blue along his ribs and there was a small angry cut across his chest. Leaning forward, you kissed the wounds tenderly.

“Bedside drawer.” You whispered, pointing towards your lamp. Steve met your eyes, confused for a second, before it dawned on him and he leaned over, fishing out a condom. The drawer rustled loudly from the intensity that he dug through it. Shoving it shut again, he hummed in victory and presented the condom. You took it from him and playfully winked. Nerves fluttered in your belly and made your heart pound in your ears, but they were good butterflies. Apprehension of the situation. A situation you didn't want to go wrong.

After another minute of kissing and touching, you found yourself with nothing separating the two of you. Hand wrapped around his hard length, you finished rolling on the condom and bit your lip at the hot groan that escaped him. One of his arms trembled next to your head and his chest heaved in soft delicious pants. The other was lost between your thighs, drawing quiet mewls from you in return. Then you wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him on with your hips.

Steve’s eyes held yours as he kissed your forehead. Gently, he pulled his fingers out from inside of you, making you whine at the sudden empty sensation. Instantly, he rocked his body against you. Overwhelmed by how big he felt, you reached out for his hand, nervous. His fingers interlaced with yours above your head, squeezing reassuringly. As he buried himself entirely inside of you, he kissed you deeply.

A groan escaped you as pleasure wracked through your nerves. With every breath you took, you could taste him against your mouth. Steve's body pressed you firmly against the bed. You whispered his name over and over again like a prayer. His eyes shut tightly, and his forehead dropped to your shoulder. Dog tags jingled and fell askew on your neck, landing twisted against the bed beside your head.

Then he was moving, and you couldn’t breathe. It felt like you were too full and too hot all at once. You clung to his back, nails digging into his shoulder as he rocked you higher and higher. Every hard thrust had you crying out louder. Steve started slow, building you up with a gentle passion that made you feel safe and cherished. But it didn’t stay like that. Your body tensed around him and he groaned your name against your ear. Then his thrusts became erratic and desperate. Almost immediately your ears started to ring, and your body fell over the edge. As your climax rushed through you in waves, praises left your lips.

“I love you so much.” You moaned, and once those words left you, you said them again and again. In a stream of syllables that were barely even words anymore. Just a frantic declaration. Unable to hold them back. It felt like your heart was a fountain overflowing. Flooding between the two of you and leaving everything tender and vulnerable. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. Steve kissed you, swallowing your confession and slammed himself deep inside you as he tipped over the edge along with you.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before Steve gently pulled away from you. Then rolled over onto his back. Hand still locked in with yours, he didn’t let go. Heart racing along with your head, your breath came out in uneven pants. You couldn’t believe you said it. Hadn’t meant to. The thought had crossed your mind a couple times, but you never planned to say it first. Too afraid of scaring him away. Sometimes, you felt insecure with him. Like you weren’t good enough.

Captain America was larger than life. Even though you knew Steve wasn’t just the persona you learned about in the history books, it was hard not to feel lacking. In fact, Steve Rogers was better than his superhero identity. Insecurities were hard to ignore when you couldn’t escape how bigger-than-the-world he was to everyone. Social media made that hard.

Letting go of your hand, Steve turned on his side and got rid of the condom. Then he reached for you again. He tugged you to him and held you against his chest, quietly petting your hair. His lips brushed your forehead and he snorted a quiet laugh, “I love you too.” The words made your head spin, and you sat up to look down at him incredulously.

“What?” Hair fanned your face like a curtain and his teeth shone white in the dim light. Smiling. Thunder rolled overhead, muffled by the apartment walls. Eyebrows drawn together, you felt like you hadn’t heard him right. Couldn’t possibly have heard him right.

“I love you.” Steve stated matter-of-factly, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. He had a smug, lopsided grin on his face. Baby blues glinting with joy and affection as he playfully tugged on the strand of your hair. Releasing your hair, he caught the beaded chain of his necklace, and guided you forward so he could peck your lips.

You blushed, but beamed, ducking your head, “I hadn’t meant to say it like that. It just slipped out but… I’m glad.” You ran a finger down his chest to his stomach, feeling the thin sheen of drying sweat on his skin. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He loved you too. Steve Rogers loved you. You were in love.

“Me too.” Steve kissed your cheek, forehead, and then your lips again. He lingered for second, sharing your air and stroking his thumb over your jaw. It made your heart swell because it felt like he couldn’t get enough of you. It was never enough. Every kiss just made you desperate for more. Moments like this made your insecurities quiet. Better than almost any verbal reassurance he gave you.

Curling back against his chest, you hugged his side, “You definitely made it up to me.” You snorted, tracing nonsensical designs against his chest. He hummed in question for a second, but then he understood and chuckled. You could hear his heartbeat beneath his words. A steady comfort.

“Oh ya? Damn, I was looking forward to having to try harder.” Steve teased, hand squeezing your hip. His breath fanned against the top of your head, voice muffled and languid. It felt like your muscles were cotton candy and a fuzzy content aura filled the space of your bedroom.

“Well if you want…” You trailed off suggestively, glancing up at him and he smirked back. Then you finished, “You can help me study for my other test in the morning.”

Steve frowned, obviously that wasn’t what he had in mind. The he smirked, “If you get an answer right, I could give you a reward.” He trailed his fingers lightly up your side and arm, making goosebumps follow behind his touch.

Eyebrows inching up to your hairline, you gathered up the end of your tangled blankets and draped it over your bodies. Cocooning with him and shook your head, sarcasm heavy in your voice, “Better be a good one.”

“Oh you’ll love it.” Steve nodded sagely, “I’ll make sure of that.” He adjusted the blankets for you, helping you get comfortable, “Nothing less than perfection for my best girl.”

“I’m your best girl?” You asked, smiling as you propped your chin on your hand over his heart.

“Definitely.” Steve promised, one arm tucked behind his head. It felt like your soul was singing in time with his. Perfectly harmonized. If you could allow yourself to believe in soulmates, you hoped Steve was yours. Because at this point, you were ruined for anyone else.

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Come Home

Disclaimer: No gifs or photos are mine unless stated otherwise.

Subject: J X Y/N

“We can’t tell Smurf that Y/N makes better meatloaf than her.” Craig spoke around a mouthful of food, chewing loudly.

Everyone, even Pope, laughed. Well, everyone except Baz. He glared at me from across the table and I ignored him, snuggling in closer to J’s side while he curled his hand over my hip, holding me against him.

“Nah, but I’ll be telling everyone that she got Craig to eat a fucking salad.” Deran took a swig of his beer, smirking across the table at his brother.

Craig threw a slice of tomato at him. “Hey, fuck you! It was doused in ranch.”

“Still counts as a salad.” Pope confirmed with a nod.

Baz looked at the three of them, mouth in a firm line. “Jesus, will you guys shut the fuck up?”

I looked around the table at the Cody men. They were all leaned back in their chairs, well fed and slightly buzzed on whatever their poison was. I’d just served them a nice meal, made easy conversation, and not once did anyone bring up the job that was about to be done.

I’d made it clear to J that I didn’t want to know anything about the family business. He was my boyfriend, the love of my life, and I’d always be there to care for him before and after a job. But I wanted to know the bare minimum. I’d rather be left in the dark than find out how dangerous of a situation it was. If I spent every day and night worrying about J and the jobs he pulled with his family, our relationship would never survive. I’d get too paranoid, he’d get too frustrated. I loved him too much to risk our relationship like that.

So, we made a deal. I’d make all of them a nice dinner, stay at the house that night to watch Lena, and the boys weren’t allowed to discuss any job details at the dinner table. It had been that way for over a year and I couldn’t remember the last time one of them slipped up.

Smurf, of course, never would have allowed me to have that much control. But she was serving five years after pleading guilty to manslaughter, making a deal that if she confessed she would only serve the minimal amount of jail time. So for the next four years, things would go my way and she’d stay locked in her cell.

Everything was going smoothly. The boys considered me a part of the family and J kept referring to me as his little housewife. I told him to stop, I said that I hated it. But it was a blatant lie. I’d be lucky to be the little housewife of J Cody.

After all this time, it seemed that the only person who had a real issue with me was Baz. Not that it mattered, I liked the man about as much as he liked me. I was polite, smiled at him when he glared at me, and never excluded him from meals. But after finding out that Baz told J he was nothing more than the product of rape, I never looked at him the same. I could never respect a man who could go around saying things like that. He was a father, for fuck’s sake.

I could feel his eyes on me and looked over to find the man I probably hated most in this world looking at me in a way that screamed pure, unbridled hatred. I smiled before turning back to J and kissing his cheek. “Help me with the dishes?”

He looked down at me for a moment before smiling and nodding. Craig laughed before draining what was left of his beer. “Yeah, help her with the dishes, honey.” He turned to his brothers. “Yo, I’m out for a bit. I’ll be back.”

Baz was already shaking his head as Craig walked towards the garage. “Hey! Hey, Craig… no coke.”

In response, Craig flipped him off over his shoulder.

“Seriously,” Pope followed suit in his monotonous tone. “No coke.”

Deran leaned back in his chair and briefly looked up at the sky before standing and following his brother. “Fuck. Fine. I’ll be the one to make sure he isn’t too high. Again.”

I stood, laughing and leaning forward to gather some of the dishes off the table. J did the same, standing slowly and sliding his hand up the back of my bare thigh. I jumped, nearly knocking my glass over, and Baz gave me a hard look.

J had been doing stuff like that all damn day. Touching my legs and running his hand over the curve of my ass when his uncles weren’t looking. At one point, I was standing on tiptoe reaching for something and he came up behind me, slid his hand between my legs and cupped me. From behind. He was an absolute animal today, but he was always like that the day of a job.

I’d come to the conclusion that that it was a nervous tick. He was antsy, couldn’t stop thinking about what they were about to do. He’d need a distraction, just for a little while, and well, that distraction was usually always a good, hard fuck.

But I just didn’t have it in me today.

“J…” I trailed off as he we loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. “I don’t want to have sex tonight. I’m sorry. I’m just tired and -”

He was already shaking his head, leaning forward to pull me against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding my head against him while I took a deep breath. “You’re having anxiety?” he asked.

I nodded. “This is just a really big job, you know? I know I said I don’t want to know anything about it, but maybe this one time…”

“No. We agreed from the start that you wouldn’t ask and I wouldn’t tell.”

“What if something goes wrong?”

J pulled back, cupping my face in his hands, his brow furrowed. “Why are you talking like that, huh? Nothing is going to go wrong, Y/N. Trust me.”

Of course I trusted J. He was one of the few people I trusted with my life. It was the what ifs that I didn’t trust. What if someone saw them and tipped off the police? What if Craig was too fucked up to play his part properly and something went wrong? There were so many possibilities, so many risks. There was a huge part of me that wanted to tell him not to go, but I knew I couldn’t put him in that position.

You knew what you were getting yourself into, I thought as I looked up at him, leaning forward and giving him a firm, hard kiss. “Come home to me.”

He smiled against my mouth. “I’ll always come home.”

We finished loading the dishwasher silently, working side by side to clean up the kitchen. Baz had gone to tuck Lena in and Pope was nowhere to be found, probably skulking around around silently. It was close to midnight, close to when they needed to leave, and my anxiety was rising fast. Feigning exhaustion, I tugged on J’s hand, tugging him into the bedroom with me and closing the door behind us.

“You want my shirt?” he asked, already tugging the soft, black material over his head. I loved to sleep in his shirts, especially if he’d been wearing it throughout the day so that it smelled like him.

“You know me so well.” I laughed, pulling my own shirt off and reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. J watched silently while I shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but a simple black thong. When I looked up and saw the hard look in his eyes and the clench of his jaw, I was confused. I’d gotten changed in front of him a million times and it stopped warranting a reaction like that six months in, so what was his problem? But then I remembered…

I told him I didn’t want to have sex.

“Shit!” I reached out and grabbed the shirt before spinning around and throwing it over my head, pulling it down so that it fell to the bottom of my ass. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to tease.”

J nodded, his jaw still clenched and that same intense look still in his eyes. “I know,” he responded, his voice rough as he stepped forward and closed the gap between us. He gripped the back of my head and yanked me forward, pressing his lips against mine and pressing his tongue against the seam of my mouth.

“J…” I breathed, letting him in, our tongues tangling for a minute. My palms pressed against his chest as his slid over my shoulder blades and down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me against him. I pulled my mouth away, my breathing ragged. “We-”

“I know,” he mumbled, his lips moving over my neck. “I’ll stop, I promise. Just give me one minute, okay? Just one minute.”

I could feel his heart pounding, feel the way he was amped up and tense, anxious in his own way. J’s hands squeezed me harder and I winced, my head falling back as his teeth closed around my earlobe, a moan falling from my mouth. “Shit…”

He gave a rough groan before letting go of my bum, his hands grabbing my face roughly and pulling back to look at me. “I love you.” His lips were on mine before I had the chance to say it back, but the desperation of the kiss left me feeling like I was on fire. I responded with the same urgency, my hands roughly tugging at his hair while his teeth nipped at my bottom lip.

Maybe we could have a quickie. I was suddenly aching for him, wanting his hands on me and his cock so deep I could feel him in my stomach.

I was about to propose the idea of a quick, hard fuck when Baz walked in without knocking. “J, we gotta- shit!” He pressed his forehead against the doorframe, a disappointed sigh falling from his lips. “We need to leave. Finish kissing your girlfriend and let’s go.”

“Okay,” J mumbled quietly, not even turning around and looking at him.

Baz closed the door and it was just the two of us again. We stared at each other breathlessly and he smiled at me lazily, love-drunk and hazey. “Let’s finish this when you get home?” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Bet your ass we’re finishing this when I get home.” He laughed and leaned down, giving me one more kiss before pulling away, backing up slowly with my hand still in his. He brought my knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly before turning on his heel and leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and a racing heart.

I sat in the backseat while Baz ripped me a new one from up in the front.

“Listen, kid, I don’t care what you do on your own time. But you need to get your fuckin’ head in the game. Are you serious about this job or not?”

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Just eat it, I told myself. A few more jobs and you’re out. “If you didn’t think I was serious you would have just left without me, right?”

Baz slammed on the brakes in the middle of the darkened neighborhood street. He turned around to glare at me and I looked right back at him, my face impassive. “If you’ve got something to say then fucking say it, J. Don’t mumble.”

Craig was sitting to my left and flicked Baz in the ear. “We’re all here, man. We’re all ready to do the fuckin’ job. Let’s go.”

Baz stared at me for another minute and I blinked at him. Whenever he used to look at me I’d try to see the similarities between us. When I was a kid, when my mom wasn’t too fucked up to carry on a conversation, she’d tell me that I reminded her of her friend Baz. But I didn’t see it.

I wasn’t like anyone in my fucking family.

My anger simmered, just under the surface, as we continued to drive to the bank. I clenched my jaw, looked out the window, and ignored Craig when I heard him sniffing something next to me.

“I said no fucking coke, Craig!” Baz said, slamming on the breaks again. I lurched forward, slamming my hand against the passenger seat headrest.

Wordlessly, Pope turned in his seat to glare at me. “You mind?”

Baz was reaching behind his seat, knocking the little baggy out of Craig’s hand. “Do you know how much that shit cost me?”

Deran was laughing from his place in the back and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, hating the fact that they could sometimes actually get a decent fucking laugh out of me. It was usually Deran, maybe Craig. I wouldn’t miss any of them when I left. They’d done too much shady shit, fucked my mom over and left her to rot. But of everyone, my fondest memories would be with the two of them.

“Keep pumping the brakes like this and you’re going to get us busted before the job even starts.” Deran reached forward and slapped Baz on the shoulder. “We’re good. Let’s go.”

The rest of the ride was mostly silent with Craig sniffing and mumbling about the fact that no one ever trusted him to do shit on his own. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, wanting to shoot off a quick text to my girl before I turned my phone off.

J: Get some sleep. I’ll see you when I get home. Be good.

Drumming my fingers against my thigh, I looked out the window. I wondered if I’d miss California. Maybe not. Probably not. A new life with Y/N is all I ever wanted. We could start over, move the fuck on, be normal. A normal shot at a normal life without the drugs, the guns, the jobs. It was all just a means to an end for me. In a few months, we’d disappear and we’d never come back.

Y/N: But what if I want to be bad for you?

Y/N: 1 Attached Image

I turned slightly, angling my phone away from Craig and Deran before opening the text. It was a picture of her. She was leaned back against the pillows, her mouth forming a pout, my t-shirt covering her body. The shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing the tiny fucking thong she wore, her legs open wide and bent at the knee.

Jesus fucking Christ. I clenched my jaw, inhaling through my nose. Y/N was determined to kill me. The way she’d kissed me earlier, like it was the last time she ever woud, had left me harder than a fucking virgin. She always got so needy and I loved it. Loved the way she’d press her body against mine and tug my hair. She was so fucking beautiful.

J: Do you know what I’m going to do to you when I get home?

We pulled into the abandoned driveway of a house down the street from the bank. Turning off the car, Baz and Pope turned around. One final rendezvous before we all went our separate ways.

My phone buzzed and I was quick to open the text, not expecting another picture to flash across the screen. It was another selfie, except this time the shirt was gone completely. As was the scrap of underwear she’d been wearing. Y/N was holding her phone above her head, looking innocently at the camera while her free hand cupped one, perfect tit. She had one leg bent, the other pressed straight down against the mattress. Her bare pussy was spread, just a bit, teasing me. My cock was hardening in my jeans and I cleared my throat, looking up when I felt someone’s eyes on me.

“Mind putting your phone away and joining the class?” Baz asked dryly.

Saying nothing, I tucked my phone back into my pocket and nodded.

“Alright, here we go. Craig, you handle the security guard. Look at me, look at me.” Baz stopped talking until Craig looked him in the eye. “You do not shoot him. You do not beat him so bad we need to put him in the hospital. Hit him once, knock him out, zip tie him, and lock him in the janitor’s closet.”

He turned to Pope. “Wait here. Don’t turn the car on until one ten. I don’t want any cops driving by and wondering why there’s a car idling in an abandoned house. We’ll be out by one thirteen.”

Baz droned on and on about everyone’s job, but all I could think about was Y/N laying in bed, naked, and waiting for me. I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her, fuck her until she made that little whimpering sound in her throat. Fuck. My cock was pressed between my thigh and the denim constraint of my jeans and I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe.

“J.” Baz snapped his fingers in front of my face and I jerked back, looking over at him. “Are you with me or not?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Once Craig and Deran are in, Deran will let you in the back. Stay close to the fence until then, okay? I don’t need the cameras catching you. Once he opens the door you’ll have five seconds to get from the dumpster to the side of the building, so you better haul ass. You get me?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I get you.”

He looked at me for another minute and I silently challenged him. The bastard that helped ruin my mother. She was a junkie, a broken junkie that I didn’t miss. But she was still my mom and these were the people who abandoned her.

I’m doing this for a reason, I thought again before opening the door and hopping out, cutting through the backyard and slipping through a hole in the fence. The April air was cool and I pulled my hood up, walking through the short expanse of woods to get to the back of the building. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I grabbed it, remembering that I never responded to her photo.

Opening the text, I saw that she’d sent yet another one. This time her hand was no longer on her breast, it was between her legs, fingers pushing into the wettest pussy I’d ever touched. Y/N’s mouth was in the shape of an O, eyes squeezed shut.

“Fuck…” I growled, reaching down and adjusting my cock. She was determined to fucking kill me tonight.

Fuck it, I thought and called her, pressing the phone to my ear. Deran wouldn’t be opening the back door for another six minutes and Y/N was driving me crazy. I needed to straighten her out, tell her that she needed to stop.

“Hi…” Y/N sounded breathless and it was like a punch to the gut. She wasn’t sending that picture for show, she’d really been touching herself.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growled through gritted teeth and looked around, staying as far back against the fence as I possibly could.

She giggled- fucking giggled- and the sound went straight to my dick. “I don’t know what you mean. I was just trying to give you a little incentive to come home to me in one piece.”

I barked out a laugh, loving when she was brave enough to get a little playful. “Trust me, babe, you’ll be getting my piece as soon as I walk through the door.”

She was quiet for a moment and I ran a hand across my hard-on. “Are you using your fingers right now?” I asked, my voice low.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.

My heart slammed against my ribs and I bit back a groan. God, Y/N was the love of my fucking life. I didn’t even think she understood how much I loved her. She had no clue about the stash of money I’d hidden in the garden of Smurf’s house. I was going to get us out of this life and we could start over somewhere else. Maybe Boston. North Carolina. Chicago. Somewhere where she could study her art and I could work. I’d take care of her, us. We’d never fucking come back to Oceanside.

“Don’t come,” I whispered, squeezing myself through my jeans.

“J, please.” Her breathless pleas came through the phone and there was a part of me that wanted to allow her to finish. I knew I could get her there, whisper some nasty shit and she’d come undone for me. But I wanted her to wait for me.

“No.” My response was firm as I pictured Y/N writhing around on my bed, in my sheets. I knew that her hips were lifting off the mattress and her teeth were biting into that pretty little bottom lip while she tried not to come. “Wait until I get home.”

“That’s like two hours from now.” She whined and I laughed.

“You should have thought of that before you decided to start this little game.”

She laughed through the phone again and the sound was so seductive that I almost told her to finish herself off. “You started this little game before you left tonight. And this is payback, baby. You get to picture me coming around my own fingers, wishing it was your cock.”

“Y/N…” I warned her, inhaling sharply. “Knock it off.”

She moaned and panted and the sound was fucking music to my ears. “J, please. I’m so close. I’m so, so close.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I warned her again, looking towards the back door of the bank just as Deran shined his flashlight through the window, giving me a ten second warning. “I have to go, babe. You’re gonna pay for this when I get home.”

I hung up before Y/N had the chance to respond, getting ready to run as soon as Deran opened the door.

My feet pounded against the pavement.

Five…

Four…

I was halfway there, my lungs burning as he waved me over.

Three…

Two…

Fuck, I wasn’t gonna make it.

One.

I managed to stay awake until two thirty when my eyes finally drifted shut. I hadn’t heard from J since our brief, heavily sexual phone call. I’d wanted to come after I hung up with him, feeling the orgasm build low in my stomach. But I didn’t, knowing it would be that much better when he got home.

I’d walked around the house aimlessly.

I drank a glass of wine.

I watched some bad reality tv, finally falling asleep curled around J’s pillow, completely naked with a thin beige sheet covering me.

I usually woke up when he got home, my body somehow sensing him as soon as he walked through the door. But I must have been tired tonight because I didn’t hear a thing. I didn’t hear him unlock the front door and set the alarm behind him. His footsteps were quiet as they padded down the hall to his room. I didn’t even stir when he pushed the bedroom door open, the hinges squeaking lightly.

In fact, I only woke up when I felt the sheet moving slowly down my body, exposing my bare back and bum. Blinking slowly, I became aware of the mattress dipping behind me and I sat up, turning quickly to push away whoever was trying to get into bed with me.

J blinked at me in the darkness of the room, covering my hands with his as they pushed against his chest. “It’s just me,” he whispered.

“J,” I gasped, adrenaline pumping through me as I became more aware of my surroundings. “It’s just you. Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he responded, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. He looked down as the sheet pooled around my waist, revealing my breasts.

“How’d it go?” I asked quietly, reaching forward and running my fingers through his soft hair.

J closed his eyes briefly, taking a slow, deep breath. “Good. Probably would have been better if my girlfriend wasn’t sending me nudes while knowing I was on a important job.”

I bit back a smile, my fingers stroking over his neck and tracing his mouth. “I think she was just trying to be supportive… maybe a little slutty.”

At that, J laughed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my bare back and holding me against him. “I like it when she’s a little bit of a slut for me.”

Our lips met, tongues tangled, and my hands made quick work of discarding the dark hoodie and shirt he wore. It seemed that the more time went on the more desperate I got. Whenever J returned from a job, I always needed my hands on him. It was as though I needed to make sure that he was really there, back home. WIth me. So much could have gone wrong but J was back, wrapping himself around me and sucking the sensitive skin of my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

He pulled back, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and inspecting his handiwork, sliding his thumb over the dark spot on my neck. J’s eyes always darkened when he marked me. It was like some primal part of him liked leaving a mark on me. He’d never admit it, but I knew J liked when we went out and one of our friends would comment on a hickey. He liked showing that I was HIS.

J’s thumb slid from the mark on my neck and over my collarbones, fingers tracing up the column of my throat. I sat there quietly, letting him touch me however he wanted. J had this glazed look in his eyes, almost like he was high, as his fingers wrapped around my throat completely, pulling me forward with a gentle tug.

“J,” I whispered shakily. He’d never done that, never choked me. Not that he was even choking me now, it was just his hand around my throat. J had a thing for pulling my hair and he was absolutely obsessed with my breasts. But of all the things we’d done, his hand around my neck had never been one of them.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. His face was almost blank. I could sense his nerves and as I slid my hand across the smooth expanse of his bare chest, I could feel his heart racing. He was just as worked up as I was.

I shook my head slightly and he kissed me again, flicking his tongue against my top lip. His free hand slid up my leg, starting at my knee and pushing the sheet up, caressing my inner thigh as he moved. When his fingers slicked over my clit, I stopped him, shaking my head.

“Just fuck me,” I whispered, moaning when I felt his fingers flex around my throat. “Just fuck me, J.”

He paused for the briefest of moments before letting go of my neck and ripping the sheet off me, pushing the blankets off the bed. I was naked, so exposed, and J was still wearing his jeans and boxers. I reached my hand forward, fumbling with his belt buckle and yanking the zipper down, shoving my hand into his jeans, under his boxers, and wrapping my fingers around his shaft. J groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder while I stroked him. He sucked and bit my soft skin while I pumped him, his hips thrusting forward with every movement.

“Fuck.” J abruptly stood, kicking his white Vans off, before shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. His cock was hard, precum leaking from the tip as he crawled onto the bed. I watched as he propped the pillows up against the headboard before leaning back against them, crooking two fingers at me in a come-hither motion.

“Ride me tonight.” J’s voice was low as I swung a leg over his hips, holding myself over him.

“What’s the magic word?” I teased, kissing his chin, his nose, his forehead.

“Now.” He nearly growled the word, his palms gripping my hips and holding me still. I held myself over him for another minute, gripping his cock in my hand and holding him still before sliding down, a moan falling from my mouth as he slowly invaded me.

“Fuck. J.” I whimpered, my hands gripping his shoulders as he sat up a little straighter.

“All the way.” He stroked his fingers through my hair. “Take me all the way.”

I moaned, sinking down onto him, our foreheads pressing together.

“You feel so fucking good.” I moaned brokenly, rocking against him.

J’s jaw clenched under the light touch of my fingers and he began to move me back and forth, his face tense. “Bounce. Bounce on my cock.”

I did what he told me to, lifting my hips and dropping back down, crying out every time I landed against his thighs. J was so deep and stretched me so fucking good. At one point, he rested his hands on my thighs and just watched me bounce, relaxing and letting me do all the work. I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. I liked the way J gave up just a little bit of that control, letting someone take care of him for once.

He was looking down at the place where we were connected, his cock coated in my juices. He gave a low, dark chuckle. “Look at how wet you are.”

My thighs were burning but I kept going, slamming down on him harder. I was chasing my orgasm, needing to come. Fuck, I’d been needing it for hours. I was so fucking close.

J looked at me, eyes heavy lidded. “You gonna come for me?” he asked, hands sliding up and cupping my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly until I gasped, my body stiffening.

“What? You like that?” He asked with a smile, doing it again, this time a bit harder. I spasmed around his cock, a string of moans falling from my lips.

J thrust his hips up, wrapping one arm around my back and holding me still. “Come all over my cock. Do it, Y/N.”

I moved against him, needing friction, needing more. Before I could even get the words out, J was flipping us over so that I landed roughly on my back. His hips pistoned into me as I dragged my nails over his ribs and down his back, scratching roughly. He gave a sharp thrust that made me cry out. I didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain as my body stiffened, my back arching while he held me still.

“Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

I nodded, not even caring if it hurt a little. “Keep going,” I whimpered against his mouth, lifting my hips and urging him on.

He tried to hold himself still but his hips stuttered anyway, his cock pulling out nearly all the way before he thrust back in. “Y/N…” he trailed off, out of breath and close.

I licked from his collarbone to his jaw, loving the salty taste of him. “Choke me again?” I whispered nervously, afraid of his reaction. “Just a little?”

J pulled back, looking down at me. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, taking one hand and closing his fingers around my neck, the thumb and middle finger pressed just under my jaw. Something about it made me feel small, delicate, and I gave a small moan when he squeezed. Seeing my reaction, J began to pump into me faster and harder, his hand squeezing tighter and tighter every few seconds.

The pressure was building and I knew I was on the verge. I could barely breathe, J’s fingers squeezing around my neck tight. His cheeks were flushed and every word out of his mouth was a curse. I knew he was enjoying this, loving the way I needed him.

“Fuck,” I barely got the word out, tapping his forearm so that he’d let go. He did, immediately, and I came with a gasp, my body going stiff as a board as he relentlessly pounded into me, chasing after his own release.

My nails raked down J’s back as he came with a loud groan, burying his face in my neck where he bit and sucked so hard I flinched and tugged his hair. He kept thrusting, my small cries spurring him on as he emptied himself inside me.

J didn’t lift his head right away, catching his breath while I stroked my fingers over his back, soothing the scratches I’d left over his skin. His breathing evened out and I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Eventually though, he stroked his fingers down my side, tickling me so that I jerked and wiggled underneath him.

“Joshua Cody!” I howled, my legs closing around his waist while he tickled me. “Stop! Please, fuck. J!”

He laughed, bracing his hands on either side of my head and holding himself above me. He looked down at me for a minute, not saying anything. “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded my head, tracing shaped onto his chest. “Anything.”

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

I was caught off guard by the question. What did he mean? Anywhere i the world, the country? Anywhere in Oceanside. My confusion must have been written all over my face because J gave me a soft smile and tried again. “If you could go live somewhere that wasn’t California, where would you go?”

I thought about it for a minute. God, I wanted out of there so bad. I wanted to get away from my family, wanted to get J away from his. The ultimate dream was to get away and start fresh somewhere new, but it would take years to save up for that.

I thought about it for a minute and then smiled. “Maine.” I bit my lip, looking up at him shyly. It wasn’t a glamorous answer in the slightest. “There’s this little island called Vinalhaven. It’s so cute, like something out of one of those brochures.”

J looked at me for a moment. “Vinalhaven.” He repeated the word, almost like he was tasting each letter. Then he smiled at me. “Maybe someday we’ll go.”

[alleiradayne]

Bang Your Head (Cullen x F!Trevelyan Modern AU) Part 61

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With the premiere a success, Amallia and Cullen mingle with the cast and crew.

It was nearing one o’clock by the time the viewing ended. With a racing heart, Amallia floated on a cloud as she walked beside Cullen; witnessing the final cut of the movie had thrilled her beyond her wildest dreams. And then the task at hand rushed to meet her, speeding like an oncoming train as they filtered from the theater and into the lobby.

Borne along the ceaseless wave of people, the furious swing of One O’clock Jump found her ears and she grinned at its punctuality. Losing herself to the cacophony of voices and music, minutes passed in the blink of an eye as she hummed along. Faces came and went, most of which were crew and staff. Her name – as well as Cullen’s – stumbled from her lips after the tenth introduction, odd on her tongue and teeth. And though it felt as if little time had passed at all, it was another hour before Cullen tugged her attention to him.

“Ms. Trevelyan?”

At first, she thought he was trying to be cute, addressing her in such a fashion. But the baritone that found her ears drifted from behind, softer, smoother, but equally alluring. When she turned, she found herself eye to eye with the lead actor and actress, arm in arm and bearing champagne.

“Ah – yes, I …” she stuttered as she took Mr. Cosnett’s outstretched hand. “I apologize, Mr. Cosnett, it is a pleasure. Ms. McGrath.” Amallia shook the woman’s hand as well.

“We’ve never been properly introduced and saw the opportunity,” Ms. McGrath began. “I wanted to thank you personally for all of your amazing work on this movie.”

Disbelief seized her voice in her throat. Gaping like a fish, she tried to speak but the words were slow and awkward. “I … please, without the two of you, I wouldn’t have had such amazing material to work with.”

Mr. Cosnett laughed and Ms. McGrath giggled, but Amallia meant it. Before she could embarrass herself further, she gestured to her left. “This is my … my guest, Cullen Rutherford.”

Cullen turned about at the sound of his name, his hand returning to the small of her back. When he saw their company, his eyes widened a fraction, pupils dilating as Mr. Cosnett took his hand.

“Cullen Rutherford,” he echoed with a scrutinizing stare. “You wouldn’t happen to be an actor?”

Bless the man’s soul, Cullen laughed. Amallia admired his iron will. “I am not,” he smiled, crooked grin matching that of Mr. Cosnett’s. “But, after tonight, I’m thinking of a career change.”

“I marvelous idea!” Alistair blurted as he emerged from the crowd, Amodisia at his side. He clapped Cullen on the shoulder and grinned as he added, “Love, don’t you think he looks like the lead actor a bit?”

Amodisia pursed her lips as she nudged Alistair. “Don’t, you’re embarrassing him.”

The red blooming across Cullen’s cheeks agreed with her, but Amallia could not resist. “I think so, Alistair.”

“You know,” Ms. McGrath started with a thoughtful giggle. “He kind of does. And Maker, he’s a dead ringer for Rick’s character in the movie.”

He swallowed as he shot Amallia a nervous look and laughed a nervous laugh. “I’m … flattered. Thank you.”

“Alright, leave the poor man alone,” Alistair teased. “Say, Mr. Cosnett, do you remember …”

Amallia’s attention drifted then, their conversation continuing but often interrupted by other cast members – Nick Offerman, Bryce Dallas Howard, Evan Peters, and when Kate Beckinsale hugged her, she felt as though she might burst in her excitement – each congratulating and thanking each other, asking after next projects, or wishing each other the best as they departed.

Amallia never thought her career would deposit her in the middle of a crowd of celebrities, but there she was. Gone were her nerves from earlier that evening, fading away as if they had never existed in the first place. And the moment Alistair and Amodisia had rejoined them, Cullen relaxed further, anxiety melting away like snow in spring. The night had been the epitome of a dream come true.

Senses keen, something twitched Amallia’s ear. It was several seconds before the distant wailing registered. A siren, yet several blocks away, pierced the cacophony of the lobby, but only just. And with each minute the sound grew louder and louder until she swore the ambulance was right outside the doors.

And when the blaring shut off with an abrupt clip, a hush fell over the lingering cast and crew, a deafening silence that rushed a chill down her spine. Through the doors of the lobby, Amallia saw the flashing red and white lights of an ambulance, but the vehicle itself was out of sight. Not there, then, not the theater.

The restaurant?

She had to know, to see. Carried on unbidden feet, Amallia wended her way through the throng. Distant questions, calls for her attention followed her, nipping at her heels as she pushed through the doors to stand on the sidewalk.

A frigid winter gust whipped at her dress, loose strands of her hair wrapping across her face as she squinted in the flashing lights. Cullen joined her, shrugging out of his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. Alistair and Amodisia soon followed, watching with equal interest and shivering in the sharp air.

The doors of the restaurant burst open, two EMTs leading a stretcher upon which lay the woman that had become ill at dinner. One EMT at her side was shouting orders, another working steadily at a resuscitator. The rear doors of the ambulance crashed apart as they approached, a fourth EMT ready to receive them. When they collapsed the legs of the stretcher, the woman’s friend that had followed her to the bathroom exited the restaurant and ran to the ambulance, hopping inside. Then a woman Amallia did not know spoke from behind her.

“What happened?”

“She became ill at dinner,” another woman said. “Something she ate.”

“Maker, I hope she’s alright,” the first woman commented. “What did she eat?”

“Butternut squash ravioli.”

A slow, stunned stare found Amodisia, her face whiter than the driven snow.