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[trashcora]

Not today, you New World Order jackboot fucks.

@tlounetwork | THE LAST OF US WEEK 2023 ↳ Day 4: Favourite Supporting Character

[tarjapearce]

Workaholic

Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader

Summary: An outlet is what Miguel needs. ~

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oral (Male receiving), Rough Sex, a bit of Manhandling, nerd talk, stress relieving ~

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The constant whirring and beeping from the screens, alerting him of possible anomalies, was a sound that Miguel had grown used to. Silence had turned for him a bit too dull, not that he didn't enjoy it, but it was a nuisance whenever his mind was berating himself about what ifs and what nots about the canon.

The whirring kept his mind going, as if reminding him his purpose, and the beepings only distracted him enough to focus on what his mind though important at the moment. It kept him grounded. A little peace for himself.

Until you showed up in his floating bay.

"Can see you tensing up from here, Miggy" your quiet giggling earned you a deep sigh from him.

A silent 'Not now' from his end.

His fingers traced and mapped new information, but something was off. The information he had created didn't match the algorithm. A large hand rubbed his features, trying to ease the simmering anger below the surface.

"Whatcha working on?" Your steps echoed closer, his eyes drooped emotionless, bored and quite sick of the same displaying message on his screen he had been seeing for the past hour.

Error.

His jaw clenched, his claws digging so ever softly at his palm. Muscles so rigid you thought any movement would break him. He was tense. Despite his calculated movements, stress oozed from each pore of his skin, as if waiting for the screen to show up that pestering message again to finally snap.

Error

His fist went across it. Sending shrapnels of glass across the room. Your eyes only widened slightly as your lips pursed, amused.

"Well, at least it means you can focus on something else?" Your mocking voice offered, he plopped on his seat. Legs manspreading as his nose bridge was pinched.

"What do you want?"

His gruff voice echoing in the bay, your voice disrupting the list of frequent sounds he was used to.

"Just a report delivering, but seeing you're about to snap, just watching."

He grunted in response. His head leaning on the chair.

"No puedo más" he exhaled. (Can't do this anymore)

"Glad you finally notice. We're still humans, y'know. We need rest."

Your steps came closer, he lowered the brightness settings from the outside windows. Standing behind him you ran your fingers through his head, rubbing in small circles

"¿Qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)

The anger laced in his voice only made you to chuckle.

"Taking you haven't body slammed me against the wall yet, means you like it."

Your hands moved to his nape and then spreaded on his shoulders. It was like trying to make a block of concrete soft like putty.

"I'll take my guess and say you were working on some new algorithm."

He shook his head softly and sighed quietly as you worked on his broad shoulders. The warmth of your hands trying to soothe the built up tension.

"Fucking shit doesn't work."

One thing you had noticed is how much of a potty mouth he was when he was angry, frustrated or stressed.

"Nada de esa mierda funciona bien." (None of that shit works properly)

"You're thinking too much, Miggy."

"Stop-"

Your hands stopped and his brow furrowed impossibly deeper.

"I meant for you to stop calling me that, not your hands." You smirked and raked your nails softly on his chest to then guide them up his shoulders.

"Just relax" you whispered to his ear. His hand gripping tighter the arm rest of the chair. A new idea popping on your mind.

"Why don't you tell me more about it?"

You removed yourself from him and sauntered over the keyboard.

"About what?"

Your fingers deactivated the main link to his suit. He growled but was too tired to even argue.

"About what you think it's making the algorithm to fail."

Your eyes darted to his groin, even limp, it was a sight. A pinkish hue at his mushroom engorged tip, followed by a thick body that fit just perfect in your already salivating mouth.

His eyes darted upwards, as a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk adorned his sharp features.

"I don't even know where to start." He huffed as you kneeled before him. Dainty fingers running up his thighs to finally take a hold of his cock. He inhaled

"Let's try something simple. What does the algorithm do?"

Your hand pumped him a couple of times as your mouth kissed up and down a trail on him.

"It's just..." He trailed off ad your mouth focused on his tip, "Just a patch to..." Blood rushed to his cock, springing it back to life. The quick response of his body just signaled how much of an overall release he needed thanks to the pent up stress.

"To what?"

"T-To..." you took him whole and he clawed at the plastic arm chair. "To fucking fix a five second information delivery delay" He blurted as his eyes finally focused on you.

His red eyes watched as your mouth swallowed him whole with ease, to reach the base. Your throat muscles constricting against him made him shudder. His breathing hitched as you bobbed your head up and down, big eyes looking at him curiously, as if telling him to keep talking.

"T-That way we could have a more immediate response to-" he choked as your tongue swirled all over his cock but again, paid special attention to his tip. Pouty and full lips shaping themselves in the form of his girth, his eyes followed your peeking tongue that slid to the sides and flattened once more, preparing to take him again.

"Any anomalies that show up." His voice tried to remain even, but he couldn't help but almost whimper the last two syllables. His hands reached for your nape and held a fistful of your hair.

"But that... fucking thing won't work." He guided your mouth up and down on him, "I don't know if its-" A hiss as your throat was again constricting him, "A fucking issue with the code or the code itself." The squelching and sucking sounds you made were engraved on his mind, the two were added to the list of sounds he was getting used to.

"I'm fucking making it work. One way or-" He rasped I between soft pants and growls, "Another" He held your head still as his hot seed spilled in. Tears prickled at your eyes as he had made you deep throat him, a bit rougher than intended.

Swallowing, you couldn't help but cough softly, to your surprise his cock was still hard. Liking your lips clean, you tapped another button and deactivated your own suit.

"So that's the reason we are having issues with the comms?" His hands held you by the hips and guided his cock to your core, sheathing you ontop of him. It was your turn to whimper. The good stretch of him made your back arch as you smacked your hips against his once, pushing him as deep as the space allowed you.

Big hands grope each side of you, making you to grind and squeeze him. He felt so snug and comfortably embraced within your moist walls.

"Probably, de todos modos muchos hacen lo que quieren." (Many do as they please anyways)

Your legs spreaded, allowing a tighter grip. He growled as his hips smacked yours upwards, sending electric jolts all over your body. You hissed when his claws sunk a bit deeper, holding you in place.

"No sabes cuánto me frustra eso." (You don't know how frustrating is that.) His hands made your hips to slap rougher and faster, if it wasn't for the keyboard before you, you would've been on the floor by now. Your grip on the sturdy material tightened as he pounded his way into you.

Your mewls and needy pleas was something he'd definitely need to hear again.

"M-Maybe you should be-" You choked a moan as he pressed you closer to him, one of his hands secured you in place, as the other one held you by the neck, squeezing softly.

"Should be what?" He breathed, the constant slapping of your flesh made the chair to bounce.

"A bit more chill" you whimpered and nearly came undone as he poked repeatedly at that spot that made you sputter an array of lewd curses.

His cock twitched, a bit too drunk on the sensation you provided to his relief. He bit your shoulder as his thrust turned slower and sloppier, you came first, and he just followed. Your walls were painted white as he squeezed your throat and then he released you.

You whimpered and exhaled, soft raged pants turning into a small giggle.

"What?" He breathed and looked at your shaking form

"Nothing. Feel better?"

His eyes drooped in exhaustion, the good sort of tiredness and chuckled.

"Maybe."

"I might drop by more often, to see if you're stressed."

"You must. That's an order."

"Yes, sir."

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[f10werfae]

Sugar Sweet Thong

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

warning: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Baby, how did your little gift exchange thing go today? n’ what’s behind your beautiful body?”Henry asked watching his girl creep in through the front door, a clearly visible Victoria Secret bag in her hands. “It went well” She said shortly, her act falling once Henry patted his knees, beckoning her to sit on his beefy thighs; a strong arm curling around her waist. “Well what’d ya get sugar? C’mon n’ let me see, even brought more firewood in so we can snuggle in close tonight”

He growled nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto her jaw. “We actually did something a little different this year, w-we did a thong exchange, so we all-“

“So you all bought each other thongs huh? Go on baby, show me your pretty new lace on for me to play with” Henry leant back in the arm chair, Y/n easily cuddling back with him, instantly missing his body heat. Henry’s arm around her waist softly stroked her stomach, his fingers teasing the rim of her underwear

“But that’s embarrassing! I can just hold it up for youu” Y/n whined shoving her face in his neck, the smell of pinewood and cologne filling her nose, his chequered over-shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tight white shirt.

A year ago Henry took a trip to the closest town for new tools, his eyes immediately caught onto the sweet little thing working in her grandparent’s candy shop. Dressed in a lavender dress she always greeted him with a smile, clinging onto his burly arms every time they walked about town, gaining a few stares as people thought ‘How could such a grumpy thing get that light?’

Of course once Henry convinced her to elope, it only made sense that she moved out with him to his isolated luxurious cabin out on the slopes. Their wedding consisted of just her family, Henry’s being nowhere in site but that didn’t bother any of them, frankly Y/n’s parents were just glad she was finally married despite her still being in her early 20s; for a man in his 30s like Henry to want their daughter’s hand in marriage, that was a gift.

“You’re my wife, if anythin the lace is the frame for my pretty picture. Now go get the damn thong on” Henry said more dominantly slapping Y/n’s ass causing her to squeal and giggle to their shared bedroom.

Pulling the thong up her thighs, Y/n couldn’t help but feel confident at the sight of the new lace on her body, when her friend’s words came back to her. “Come on Y/n, think of it as a present for both you and your grumpy ol’ man” Lucy giggled handing Y/n the bag.

Putting on one of Henry’s plaid shirts over her, she walked back out to the armchair in front of the log fire, wearing nothing underneath but her new thong. “Well?” Henry asked taking another swig of beer, throwing his cap onto the floor.

Y/n shyly pulled up the shirt revealing it to her husband, causing him to sit up and lean forward, his nose hitting her mound. “Sugar, you decorated my flower with another pretty flower, how thoughtful of you” He said looking up at her before taking his tongue and striping a lick up her thinly covered pussy.

“W-what are you doing Hen?” Y/n asked threading her fingers through his messy curls, his, “Kissing my pretty pussy” Henry growled placing kisses all over, finally setting one on her clit, causing his woman to slightly jolt in his hold. Henry leant back, unbuckling the belt she had recently gotten him for Christmas, his jeans falling to just his knees.

“Sit on my lap baby, get comfortable with your man, tell me about your day, wan’ hear all about it” Nodding Y/n sat back on his lap, the only thing between her pussy and his thick cock, being her lace thong. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other starting to slowly rub her clit through the lace as she talked.

“W-we went to starbucks, oh fuck, and- and then”

“Language baby” Henry growled slapping her pussy out of nowhere, before going back to slowly playing with her nub, his other arm making sure she doesn’t wiggle away from him.

“T-then we went back to Grace’s and we did the thong- thong exchange” Y/n gasped feeling Henry’s cock slide between her thighs, his red head bumping her clit every single time, just like he wanted. “That’s it baby, keep talking to me” Henry urged, his fingers going into his mouth and going back onto her clit, his other hand groping onto her right breast as she clawed onto his arms.

“Can’t do it, feels too good bear” Y/n breathed out leaning her head back onto his shoulder, his lips instantly landing onto her cheek, her head turning to give him a small kiss on the lips. “Got you all dumbed up on my cock, right honey? Can’t think when i’m all up on you, you drive me crazy” He growled fixing her up tighter against him, both his hands now going to her waist for his next move.

“Can’t imagine what woulda happened if I didn’t marry ya and bring you up here with me, you ever going to keep my pussy away from me?” Henry taunted pushing her body up and down, his cock sliding up and down her pussy lips which were now visible with the soaked lace.

“N-no. is’ your pussy baby, can have it whenever you want” Y/n moaned, her eyes going to the back of her head, knowing damn well that his words were enough to make her cum then and there. “Want you inside me Hen”

“Nuh-uh honey, maybe tomorrow, m’tired tonight. You understand right? Was busy working for us day n’ night” Henry said smirking knowing damn well his bank accounts were big enough to supply them another 10 lifetimes, but his baby didn’t need to know that, and she wouldn’t.

“Y-you’re right Hen, m’sorry, love you so much” Y/n whimpered feeling tears prick her eyes, her head turning coaxing out Henry’s tongue with her own, their rapid movements causing their kiss to turn wet and messy real quick. Filthy just like they both liked it. “I love you too baby. I’m going to cum on top of your pussy, that okay sugar?” He asked in her ear, her voice now rasped and broken as she screamed for him to do so. His cock painting the lilac lace white with his cum, Y/n’s eyes starting to lid close from exhaustion

“Can I at least keep this pair?” Y/n shuddered feeling her husband peel the sticky fabric down her thighs, watching as he threw it to somewhere in the living room, her eyes basically love hearts as she watched him attend to her. Kissing her nose, giving her a massive drink of water, bringing her back onto his lap this time with a soft blanket.

“You know the rules sugar, no underwear indoors” Henry whispered watching their log fire, his arms clasped around her waist as she resumed her story of her day, her nails softly playing with the wedding bands on their fingers. “Then I saw Stephanie’s new baby, n’ I was thinking can we have one?”

Henry woke up from his daydream to see Y/n looking up at him cutely, a sweet sugar like smile on her face, “Course baby, i’ll give you anything you want”

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

steve rogers x fem reader

words: 697

warnings & tags: this is just pure fluff 😭

a/n: this isn’t proofread and written p quickly, but thank you for sending this so i could let go of this sweet little idea i had sitting in my drafts 🥹♥️♥️♥️♥️ i hope you like it!! xo

You almost didn’t come to your high school reunion, and honestly, part of you wishes you hadn’t. Those were some of the worst years of your life and you don’t exactly want to relive them.

But… Okay, so, maybe it’s a silly reason to attend the reunion, but your curiosity about one specific person won out. Steve Rogers, your high school crush, a fellow nerd like yourself. He was scrawny and fierce, kind to a fault—except to bullies, even if it meant taking a hit or two. He’d been your lab partner during your senior year, the two of you soaring through the class with the highest grades and sharing an easy camaraderie.

It’d been the simplest thing in the world for you to fall for him. Your only regret was never saying anything to him about it. So, naturally, when the invitation came in the mail, the only motivation you had to go was to hopefully see him and catch up with him.

You’ve been in the ballroom of the hotel where the reunion was taking place for almost two hours and haven’t caught the first glimpse. Which is why you’re now nursing a drink at the open bar and ignoring everyone around you.

Suddenly, someone comes to stand in the spot next to you. They clear their throat lightly and, with a sigh, you lift your gaze to meet striking blue eyes that are crinkle at the corners from a smile. Your frown smooths out into surprise as recognition hits you.

“Steve?”

The gentle laugh that escapes him feels like a sucker punch. This is not the boy from school you remember. This is a man, who clearly had a major growth spurt, with broad shoulders and strong muscles that are straining against his clothes, a sharp jaw, and a full beard that your fingers itch to touch.

He says your name in return on an exhale, that stunning smile tickling the corners of his lips still. “Hi,” he greets, shyly glancing down to his feet then back up at you through his thick lashes.

It takes a moment for your brain to kick-start again, but once it does you quickly set off into conversation. Talking with Steve flows easily and you’re back to feeling like a teenager within minutes, giggling and feeling heat gather in your cheeks, almost twirling your hair around your finger more than once.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he confesses a little while later. “I was hoping you would be.”

“Really?” you question, then blurt, “Why?”

Steve laughs, shrugging as he ducks his head and bites his lip. “Kinda hard to forget your first crush,” he replies shamelessly.

“You liked me?” you ask, voice quiet and astonished, tummy swirling with nerves.

“Of course I did. You were kind to me when not many others were and so beautiful,” he admits. “Still are,” he adds softly.

“But…” You trail off, blinking rapidly as your mind races. “But I had a crush on you!”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s way more shocking than me liking you,” he teases.

“No it’s not,” you protest earnestly. “You were always so sweet and made me laugh. You never backed down from the mean kids and stood up for others who were too scared to do it for themselves. It was impossible for me to not like you.”

“Ah,” he breathes, bashfully waving you off.

“I only came here in the hopes of seeing you too,” you say after gathering the courage.

Steve meets your eyes then, sparkling and full of both tenderness and desire. You swallow roughly and do your best to hold his gaze, no matter how much it starts making you want to squirm. Finally, he breaks the momentary silence.

“You wanna get out of here? Maybe grab a bite to eat from the diner a few blocks away?” he proposes.

You’re nodding before he even finishes, beaming up at him. “I’d love to.”

The soft smile he aims your way makes your heart flutter, and when he takes your hand in his you finally let out the giggle that’s been threatening to slip out the entire time you’ve been talking with him.

[allsouls-emma]

Hey lovely!!!!! Let me say that I am so thankful that you write for Leon and that I loooooooooove your stories so for! Could I send in a request? Maybe where Y/n (French if possible cause I am also French) joins him in the US and they move in together after sometime doing long distance? And just super fluffy!!! No rush though! Take care of yourself!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

✧Reunis pour Toujours ✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

@frenchgirlinlondon Bonjour ! I hope this lives up to expectation, merci my darling.

warnings: established couple, not fluent in French, fluff!!, no use of time nor setting.

It had been a year since Léon had left France for the U.S., chasing his dream of swimming glory at Arizona State University. The long-distance had been tough, with late-night FaceTime calls and endless texts, but nothing could replace the warmth of being together.

Today, that was finally going to change.

Y/N looked out the window of the taxi as it pulled up to Léon’s apartment complex in Tempe, Arizona. The sun was shining brightly, and palm trees lined the street—a stark contrast to the familiar Parisian boulevards. The moment the car stopped, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it. A new chapter in their relationship.

Y/N stepped out of the taxi, pulling a suitcase along. The door to Léon’s building opened almost instantly, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, with that familiar mop of curly hair and a smile that could light up the darkest of days.

“Mon amour!” Léon called out, rushing down the steps. He wrapped Y/N in a tight embrace, lifting them slightly off the ground.

“Léon!” Y/N laughed, burying their face in his neck, taking in the scent they had missed so much. “Je t’ai tellement manqué,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his skin.

“Tu n’imagines même pas,” he replied, pulling back slightly to look at them. His brown eyes were filled with a mixture of love and relief. “Finally, no more time zones, no more screens between us.”

Y/N smiled, their eyes welling up with happy tears. “Je suis tellement heureuse d’être ici, avec toi.”

Léon kissed them gently on the forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Moi aussi. Let’s get you inside, I can’t wait to show you our place.”

Together, they carried Y/N’s suitcase up the stairs. Léon opened the door to his apartment—a cozy space filled with a mix of modern furniture and personal touches. On the wall was a photo collage, mostly of the two of them—memories from France and moments from Léon’s life in the U.S.

“Welcome home,” Léon said softly, watching as Y/N took in the room.

“Our home,” Y/N corrected, smiling at him. They placed their suitcase by the door and walked over to the couch, where Léon had laid out a few of their favorite snacks from France—a thoughtful gesture that made Y/N’s heart swell.

They sat down together, Léon’s arm draped around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close. “This feels surreal,” Y/N said, their voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Léon agreed, his fingers gently playing with Y/N’s hair. “But it’s real. We’re here. Together.”

Y/N turned to look at him, their faces just inches apart. “What do we do now?”

Léon grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their lips. “Now, we make this place ours. We create new memories, explore this city, and just… be together.”

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at their lips. “J’aime ça.”

They spent the rest of the day unpacking, Léon showing Y/N around the apartment. The kitchen had a small dining table with two chairs, perfect for cozy breakfasts. The living room had a large window that let in plenty of natural light, and the bedroom was simple yet comfortable, with a queen-sized bed that looked like it had been made with care.

“C’est parfait,” Y/N said as they walked into the bedroom, running their hand over the soft bedspread. Léon came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist.

“I’m glad you think so,” he murmured, resting his chin on their shoulder. “Because I want this to be our space, where we can relax after a long day, where we can just be ourselves.”

Y/N turned in his arms to face him, their hands resting on his chest. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Léon. I know it was hard being apart, but it made this moment even more special.”

Léon smiled, leaning down to kiss them softly. “Every second was worth it if it brought us to this moment.”

They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, savoring the feeling of finally being together after so long. The challenges of long-distance seemed like a distant memory now that they were in each other’s arms.

As the day turned into evening, they curled up on the couch together, a soft blanket draped over them. Léon had his arm around Y/N, their head resting on his shoulder as they watched a movie. But more than the movie, Y/N was focused on the steady rhythm of Léon’s breathing, the warmth of his body next to theirs.

“Je t’aime,” Y/N whispered, looking up at him.

Léon smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Je t’aime aussi, pour toujours.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was perfect. They were together, and nothing else mattered.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, Léon holding Y/N close, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together. No more distance, no more longing—just endless days of love and happiness.

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Idk if you’re taking requests for the Winter Sleepover still, but I’d LOVE a fic based on At All Costs (Demo Version) from Wish for Billy Russo x Reader PLEASE

Hello my lovely! Thank you for sending in an ask and being a part of my winter sleepover ❄️🥶 I really appreciate it. This is the final ask and I’m proud of myself that I finished them all.

So I haven’t watched the movie Wish yet but I did go and listen to the song and it is VERY Billy Russo. I had it on repeat for awhile and an idea finally popped into my brain so thank you again and I hope you like what I did here. ♥️♥️♥️

At All Costs

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, couple of swear words, and fluff

Word Count: 982

Summary: It makes you happy when Billy finally gets to sleep because he doesn’t sleep much…at all.

A/N: For the record, I get pissed when I can’t sleep at night and my husband is next to me snoring away BUT Billy doesn’t sleep so I wouldn’t be upset if he was asleep next to me and I wasn’t 🤣 I’ll link the song at the end

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Sleep.

It eluded him on most nights, but not tonight.

Tonight, the pillow softly cradled his head while his ebony colored hair covered the pillowcase like spilled ink and his eyelids moved rapidly back and forth. His handsome face was angled toward you and skilled hands rested on his stomach as you watched his chest rise and fall delicately.

You wanted more than anything to brush the stray hairs away from his face that had tumbled into his eyes but you couldn’t risk waking him. He hardly ever looked this peaceful.

But then again, he always slept soundly after a kill. It was the only time he didn’t have nightmares.

The dark blue blanket was the backdrop for a full moon with bright stars sprinkled behind it and the sky was so clear you could see almost every single crater. No wonder you couldn’t sleep. But it was alright…because Billy was asleep.

Your love deserved a night where nightmares didn’t wake him, where he wasn’t strangled by his own screams. The nights where his eyes snapped open, his forehead was covered in a cold sweat, that made him frantic and disoriented, those were the nights where your heart would break for him and you would do anything to try and help.

“Why?” You had asked silently.

Why couldn’t he just have a decent night’s sleep?

Billy said it was because he didn’t deserve it; he was consumed with self-loathing, not worthy of the things he has now and doesn’t deserve someone like you to make him…happy.

You always reassured him that he did, that the things he has done were for the protection of others. They were for his fellow marines, his country, his clients, and for you.

Tonight, he had walked through the door just as the first sip of tea coated your throat. It warmed you from the inside as it traveled from your mouth to your stomach. Your favorite soft warm blanket was draped over your legs while the book you were reading remained open in your lap as you set your tea down on the table.

Billy had mentioned he might not see you before you went to bed tonight but you were glad you had stayed up. He wasn’t hurt badly but extra effort was needed to wash the blood from his hands.

A crack in the curtains let a sliver of light from the moon shine against the headboard, faintly illuminating Billy’s face and you remembered the story he told you earlier while helping him clean up.

“He tried to run, hide somewhere where I wouldn’t find him but he left a trail of blood from the gunshot wound. He knew he was being hunted…by me.” Billy growled.

“And I knew he would eventually run out of places to hide, he would have to stop somewhere, weak from the blood loss. When he finally stopped running, I could have just put another bullet in him but with the knife, well, it’s intimate, you gotta get close to spill the rest of their blood. It hurts more, when you slowly split the skin open. They suffer.” He said softly with an evil smile as you put a butterfly closure above his eye.

His words chilled you to the bone like a swift frost moving across a field and his unfocused eyes shined like two pieces of black ice. Billy felt guilty for loving the hunt and the kill but you knew they were all bad men.

“How can you love me, knowing what I am and what I’ve done? Knowing that I like doing it and I like watching the light leave their eyes.” He asked through gritted teeth with his face in his hands.

Moving his hands away, you tilted his face toward you so his eyes were focused on yours. “No one is gonna miss members of the mob, baby.” You whispered against his forehead before gently pressing your lips against him.

“He had your picture and when he said ‘maybe you should concentrate on protecting her rather than politicians, Russo.’ I—I just snapped.” Said Billy.

He would kill for you. He HAD killed for you. When you finally get something you’ve always wanted, you do everything you can to make sure you don’t lose it.

You hold it close, covet it, and if someone tries to take it from you…you defend it, protect it, and keep it safe. You were that something for Billy Russo; the something that he had always wanted but never could attain.

Someone to love him.

“Oh Billy…I’m really worth all of that to you?” You had asked, as tears burned the back of your eyes.

Billy pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and replied, “You are EVERYTHING to me, sweet girl…I love you.” And his lips collided with yours. He kissed you hard; it was all tongue and teeth, growling against your lips and possessively nipping at your jawline.

You were his and he was yours.

Billy’s kisses left you gasping for air and after the breath that was caught in your throat was released, you whispered, “I love you too, Billy.”

A veil of silence also arrives with the night and you were very afraid any sound would cut through the quiet of your bedroom and wake him. But Billy was still in a very deep slumber as his chest continued to calmly rise and fall.

No nightmares tonight but you would continue to be there for him when he had them, reassuring him that he was alright, that you loved him, and you would always protect him too. You promised to keep him safe…at all costs.

And love you as one does

I, I will protect you at all costs

Keep you safe here in my arms

I, I will protect you at all costs

At all costs

At all costs

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Hello lovely! 1.5k is huge, congrats 🥳🥳♥️♥️ would you do the passionate kiss prompt with Jack Hughes please? ♥️♥️♥️ Love you Lauren!!

Passionate Kiss – Jack Hughes

Words: 950

Love you Kayla, even more so for choosing Jack for this one! I really hope you like it!

~

“Guess who’s finally coming back to the lake this weekend?”

You turned your head to face your friend, raising an eyebrow. “Who?”

She just grinned. “The Hughes boys. Bringing a few friends like usual. They’ll be here for at least two weeks, from what I hear.”

You fought to keep composure as your other friends in earshot whooped. “And where did you hear that from?”

“The cleaner they hired to give it an airing out is the same one my mom used yesterday for our guest cabin across the lake. She told me just now, because she knows that we all hang out while we’re up here at the same time.”

She wasn’t wrong about you all hanging out together. It had been a tradition as long as you’d known your friend that she would invite your friendship group up to her family lake house in the summer, drifting in and out over the various months as you pleased, and when the Hughes brothers bought their neighbouring cabin (as neighbouring as completely out of sight but the closest other people around could be) a few years ago, your friend had made a habit of inviting them over for at least a couple of cookouts and parties.

It was a highlight of the summer, that was for sure.

But not the only highlight.

“Looks like we’re having a party on Saturday night then!” you said cheerfully, earning a roar of agreement all round.

~

By the time Saturday rolled around, you were more than a little nervous. How you’d managed to keep your secret locked down for these past few summers you had no idea – hell, you didn’t even know each year if it was going to happen all over again, but you knew you’d find out one way or another tonight. You’d spent most the day going on supply runs with your friends, making sure you were stocked up for the party as well as the inevitable hangover the next day, before cleaning the cabin and setting up the expansive backyard with beer pong and a fresh firepit and coolers ready for ice. You knew by the sheer amount of alcohol you’d bought that the ‘guest list’ had expanded way beyond what you’d originally thought, but you couldn’t complain. If tonight turned out to be a non-starter then at least you’d have plenty of distractions right?

And distractions there were. 9pm rolled around to music blaring, drinks flowing, and you’d already won two out of three beer pong matches. Your gracious defeat allowed you to bow out of the running and grab a bottle of water, needing to clear your head a bit as it was barely late into the evening at all, heading down to the side of the cabin where the non-alcoholic drinks were being kept.

It wasn’t until a pair of familiar hands gripped your hips that you realised exactly who had arrived in your absence.

“Jack,” you breathed.

“Hi baby,” he murmured.

You just leaned back against him, letting his arms wrap around your waist as he pressed a few hot kisses into your neck. This was your secret – your summer fling with Jack Hughes. Ever since that first summer that the brothers had bought their summer lake house, you’d hooked up with Jack the entire time he was up here. After the first year you’d thought it was a fluke, but every year since, Jack had always approached you immediately and the two of you carried on like you’d never stopped.

To some people it might be strange, to have so little time with him. To most people, it wouldn’t be enough, knowing that he was hooking up left, right, and center when he was in New Jersey. But to you, having him as solely yours in his summer visits was enough. In these weeks, he was yours and yours alone, even if no-one else knew.

“I’ve missed you,” he sighed into your ear.

You turned in his arms, looping your own arms around his neck. “I missed you too. I’m glad you made it up here.”

“I wouldn’t miss these weeks with you for anything,” he said seriously.

These weeks with you? Not these weeks with his brothers and friends?

“I heard you’re here for two weeks?” you asked, playing with the ends of his hair.

“Yeah, two weeks. And I’m going to make them count,” he grinned.

Your breath hitched in your chest just as he leant down to take your lips in a kiss, consuming you right from the get-go. You couldn’t stop the groan that tore from your throat, kissing him back just as eagerly, threading your hands through his hair just how you knew he liked. As you tugged gently at his hair, Jack groaned himself, and backed you against the wall of the lake house, aligning your bodies perfectly as he slid his tongue past your lips. It was dizzying, to be kissed so passionately, to be desired in the way that you knew Jack desired you. How could you ever resist this? How could you ever say no to the only guy that sent you to heights like he did?

“Fuck, I need you,” Jack groaned softly as he tore himself away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours as he panted.

“Already?” you teased, more than a little breathless yourself.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since my season ended. You’re all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted.

Well…that was new.

But it was something to think about when his large hands weren’t spanning your waist.

“I’ll head in the side door and you head in the back?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” Jack grinned.

[helloalycia]

moving on [one] // alicia clark

summary: desperate times call for desperate measures and you're forced to join a dangerous gang to keep you and you sister alive. But when you realise just how dangerous they are, you worry about what their influence can have on your sister.

warning/s: mentions of violence, blood, injury and death.

author's note: here’s the first part to an alicia clark imagine i recently worked on. i still miss her lol but it’s great to see Alycia in a variety of roles lately – she deserves it and her acting was wasted on ftwd! still miss Alicia tho so if you do too, i hope you guys like this one! 🥰

some things to note: y/s/n = your sister's name and this is set in season 3 before June reveals herself as June, so she’s called Naomi in this in case anyone is confused or forgot the show aha

also, shameless plug but i’ve shared the first two chapters of my new story on my wattpad account (linked below) and i’d appreciate if you checked it out and let me know what you think! it’s a girl x girl drama fantasy romance ☺️

okay you can enjoy now aha ♥️

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"You find anything?"

I refrained from cursing as I answered, "Nothing. Everything has been taken."

My sister, Y/S/N, sighed from the other side of the convenience store. "That's the fourth place in a row. We can't keep doing this."

I frowned, glad she couldn't see my expression. "Hang on. There might be something."

Pushing myself from behind the counter, I moved over to the long-defrosted freezers, hoping someone might have stored something there. Only, before I could take a look, the noise of a bell from the front door rang out and I immediately grabbed my pistol, directing there.

"Woah, woah, woah. Relax, ladies!"

I clenched my jaw when I recognised the man as the leader of a local gang, Jeremy. Behind him were a few of his people, all fully armed but making no move to grab their weapons.

"Small world, it seems," Jeremy joked, glancing between my sister and I. When neither of us said anything, he added, "There's no need for the guns. We're here same as you. Looking for supplies."

Reluctantly, I lowered my gun but kept it firm in my grip. I glanced over at Y/S/N, wondering why she didn't do a better job of keeping watch.

"So, did you find anything?" he continued, speaking to me.

I purposely stayed quiet, fixing my narrowed stare on him. Everywhere we went since arriving in Texas a few weeks ago, we bumped into Jeremy and his gang. It started off as us avoiding him, but after bumping into him accidentally and him recognising us over and over, he always offered us a place with him. He rubbed me the wrong way and he never gave up. I half expected him to kill us out of convenience since we were searching for the same things in the same areas. But he always let us go and I didn't want to imagine why.

"It's been picked clean," Y/S/N answered for me, and I shot her a questioning look which she chose to ignore.

Jeremy hummed in response, glancing around. "We'll be on our way then." He glanced at me, smiling in a way that made me uncomfortable. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We all live here after all. We can help each other out."

I swallowed thickly, grip tightening on my gun.

"You're welcome to join us," he added with a nod. "You know where to find us if you ladies change your mind."

After a tense few seconds, he finally left with his people and I didn't fully relax until I heard his truck driving away.

"He's always–"

"Weren't you keeping watch?!" I cut Y/S/N off, staring at her with disbelief. "They just walked right in!"

"I know, I know," she said quickly, frowning. "Sorry."

Massaging the bridge of my noise, I released a breath. Being angry was no use. Besides, it wasn't her I was angry at.

"If he wanted to hurt us, he would have by now," Y/S/N added hesitantly, knowing how I'd react. "I don't think he means harm."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah, no harm. Just wants us to join his stupid gang."

"Would that be so bad?"

Pausing, I looked to her with a warning look. "Don't start."

Thankfully, she left it at that. The last thing I wanted to hear were her thoughts on how we needed their help to survive. Of course, my life wasn't so easy.

Later that same evening, after no luck searching for supplies, Y/S/N and I were camping out in a derelict building, eating the last of our rations. I had a map spread out between us, trying to figure out where we could move to next that may serve us better luck. But almost everywhere was touched apart from farmhouses and a baseball stadium. None of that could help us. And I feared where that would leave us.

"We could try to find a working car and either drive to some of these farmhouses, or make our way out of Texas altogether," I suggested, pointing to the route on the map.

"All the gas will be taken from the cars out there," Y/S/N said disappointedly.

"Okay, well we can try to find some garages. Maybe there's still some old cars in there with fuel," I tried, but even saying it aloud felt pointless.

"Y/N..."

"Fine, not that, but we can't stay here," I decided. "Just– let me think."

It went quiet as I racked my brain for a way out, a plan. We'd officially used up all our food, couldn't find more and had no mode of transport. We were lucky enough to have the few bullets in our guns that we did, but even those were close to running out.

"Y/N, maybe we should consider taking up Jeremy on his offer," Y/S/N said after a moment.

I glanced up at her, seeing the regret in her expression next to the fire.

"I know you don't want to, but they have food, supplies, protection," she continued, sucking up a breath. "It's our only choice."

"I don't trust them," I told her, shaking my head. "They aren't family. They won't look out for you like I will. We can find another way."

"I don't think we can," she said with a frown. "It's been weeks. We haven't settled. There's nothing here. At least they have a place to call home. Food. If we keep going like this, we're gonna die."

"No, we won't," I said stubbornly. "We've lasted this long without help from Jeremy." Even his name in my mouth made me uncomfortable. "We'll figure something out."

"Y/N!" she said suddenly, making me look up. Softer this time, she said, "We don't have a choice."

I hated that she was right. I could stay up all night looking over this map, but nothing would work. We'd pushed our luck and now we were desperate. And Jeremy and his stupid gang were the only ones we could turn to for help – anyone else we'd met out here was either struggling themselves or on the verge of death.

"Okay," I said, already knowing it was the wrong choice. "We'll find him tomorrow."

I swear I saw a hint of a smile on Y/S/N's lips and I wasn't so sure why she liked them so much. They had always tried to convince her to join. Looks like they were both getting what they wanted.

To my dismay, Jeremy accepted Y/S/N and I into his gang with open arms. I still didn't understand what he could want from us so bad, maybe just some new recruits, but he let us join and had that stupid knowing smile on his face when we did. He'd never explicitly done anything bad to us, but something about him and his people rubbed me the wrong way. Their nonchalant, easygoing attitude to this new world was a discomfort to me and definitely not something I wanted my little sister and I to be around, but we had no choice.

We stayed with them a month and it was as comfortable as I was expecting. They were always on the move, setting up different camps in different areas and changing it every other day. Y/S/N and I helped out with the community side of things, but Jeremy insisted we joined him on the supply runs. Y/S/N and I were decent shots and good at defending ourselves which he'd clearly noticed. So, we started to do that, too. I hated it, wanting the very opposite of this life now that we had somewhere to stay. But Y/S/N loved it. She was enjoying our time here, especially working under Jeremy and his second-in-command, Tia. It worried me a little.

After that month of somewhat living and not just surviving, Y/S/N and I were on a supply run with Jeremy, Tia and a few others. As we were driving down the open stretch of land, I noticed a person fighting off some infected off the side of the road and grew worried.

"They need help," I realised, patting Jeremy on the shoulder and leaning forward. "We have to stop."

Jeremy tried not to laugh in the front seat. "Not our problem."

I looked to my sister with raised eyebrows, but she stayed quiet and shrugged. Refusing to do nothing, I tried again with Jeremy. 

"Please, we can help him! It's just a few infected!"

"I don't remember bringing Mother Teresa with us, do you?" Tia joked, making everyone except my sister and I laugh.

We were coming past the guy now and I had a closer look at him struggling to fight off the two infected with nothing but a baseball bat.

"We can't just leave him!" I shouted. "Please! I'll do it!"

Jeremy suddenly hit the brakes, making us all fly forward. Surprised, I looked to him and saw he was already grabbing his gun.

"You want me to help? Fine. I'll help," he said, meeting my gaze in the rear view mirror. "Wait here. All of you."

Relieved, I nodded and watched as he got out the truck and approached the guy with his gun. Like second nature, he shot both infected in the head with only two bullets. They fell in an instant and I sighed with relief, glad we could at least help somebody whilst with Jeremy and reaping the 'rewards'.

"Thank you so much, man," the stranger was saying with relief, pushing himself from the ground. "I owe you my–"

Without warning, Jeremy fired a third shot at the stranger's head, making him fall to the ground as quickly as the infected did. I gasped, covering my mouth as I watched Jeremy shake his head and walk back to the truck.

"Happy now?" he asked rhetorically, glancing at me with a sigh before starting the truck again.

Like nothing had happened, he continued on his way and nobody said a word. I seemed to be the only one who was mortified by his actions – he'd just killed an innocent person! When I looked over to Y/S/N, she gave me a warning look and shook her head as if telling me not to say anything. I couldn't tell if she was as surprised as I was or not.

When we returned to camp afterwards, I rushed straight to my tent, needing to be away from Jeremy and his gang and everybody here. How could he do that without remorse? He barely batted an eye. That definitely wasn't his first kill– murder.

"Y/N," Y/S/N followed after me breathlessly. "God, you walk fast."

"Y/S/N, what the fuck?!" I whisper shouted, looking to her with watery eyes. "He just murdered an innocent man!"

She didn't say anything, only frowned.

"I knew there was something off about him, about this place," I said, shaking my head and covering my mouth. I didn't realise I was shaking until I did. "We can't stay here. Who knows what else he's capable of? How many others he's killed?"

"Y/N, I'm not defending him, but maybe he had a reason," Y/S/N said weakly. "Maybe the guy was bit and was going to die anyway."

I blinked, taken aback by her words. "What? How can you say that? You saw it with your own eyes, he did it for his own enjoyment! That's fucked!"

She sighed slowly, hands on her hips. I suddenly felt like I was in a tent with a stranger when I realised she wasn't reacting like I was. She was acting like this was normal.

"We need this place," she decided. "We need their food, their home, their weapons. We're alive because of them. We can't leave."

"And we can't stay," I said with a glare. "If we associate with people like this, then what does that make us?"

She clenched her jaw, meeting my glare with her own. "Tell me a better way. Go on. Tell me another plan for survival." I didn't know what to say and she knew it. "You tell me where we go after this and I will happily leave with you right now. Go on."

Clenching my fists by side, I looked away from her and she scoffed.

"Exactly, there's nowhere," she stated bitterly. "All you do is complain. But you don't have a solution."

Swallowing hard, I tried to remain calm. "Y/S/N, we can't be around people like this. It's not safe."

"It's not safe out there either," she reminded me with a firm stare, before her gaze softened. "Look. If you can figure out a plan B, then we can leave."

"You promise?"

She nodded, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. "I promise."

I didn't want to be here for a second longer, but I wasn't going to leave my sister behind. So, my next priority was finding a plan B. Somewhere that wasn't here. And the sooner the better because I feared Y/S/N wouldn't want to leave if I waited too long.

"Are you sure this place is empty?" I asked Tia, clutching my gun tightly.

"Why? You scared or something?" she retorted with a smirk.

I chose not to reply as I followed behind everyone. We were on yet another supply run barely two months later, except this one was to an abandoned campsite for a rival gang that had long departed this area. Intel had it that they hadn't returned in weeks, hence our plan to stop by and see if there was anything left. But it seemed everybody here had a death wish and nobody was cautious.

"Y/N, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't safe," Y/S/N reassured me, but I could see her smiling with amusement at Tia's joke.

Just as I had feared, Y/S/N was beginning to love it here. And I couldn't exactly ask her to leave again because I still didn't have a plan B, not a sustainable one anyway.

"Okay, for Y/N's sake, everyone open your eyes and ears and spread out," Jeremy ordered, making the others laugh. "Try not to piss your pants at the sight of infected."

I rolled my eyes but kept close to Y/S/N. As we all stepped further into the building, I looked around and saw it truly had been abandoned, little evidence showing somebody had lived here recently. It didn't make sense though. This rival gang wouldn't just leave.

"I think there's something over here," Jeremy realised, motioning with his rifle to the corner of the room. "Follow me."

He stepped forward casually and I wouldn't have cared if it weren't for a wire sticking out the corner of the wall getting my attention. I followed it with my eyes, confused to where it was leading, but only when it was too late did I realise what it was. Eyes widened, I shouted to Jeremy.

"Don't take another–!"

I couldn't remember much after that. There was an excruciatingly loud bang and then everything went black. When I came to, my ears were ringing and I felt like I could hear the blood rushing in my head. My vision was crossed over, blurring images of smoke, fire and debris. I wasn't sure how long I'd been lying there, but when I was finally able to keep my eyes from crossing over, I saw I was on the floor, covered in debris and ash. Blinking, I realised half the ceiling had collapsed and everything was on fire.

Y/S/N was the first thing on my mind and I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. My body was numb, lungs begging for fresh air and eyes watering in the heat. I turned my head, glad I could at least do that, and squinted to see around me. I couldn't see any bodies, but then I heard snarling and knew infected were in the vicinity. I needed to get up!

"Y/N!" I heard my name being called and turned my head to the direction, recognising it as my sister's voice. "Y/N!"

More snarling. The infected were on my side of the fire, closing in.

"Y/N!" Y/S/N screamed again, and I finally saw her on the opposite side, searching for me. Her eyes found mine and I wanted to call for her help, but I could barely breathe. There was a pain, but I didn't know where.

"We have to go, Y/S/N, come on!" another voice said, and I saw Jeremy beside her, yanking her back.

"No, she's over there!" Y/S/N tried to fight against him, wanting to come to me.

"She's basically dead and we will be too if we don't leave now!" he shouted at her.

She stared at me with tears in her eyes. I tried to do something, give her some sort of signal that I wasn't dead. I was right here and okay! But she gave me one last apologetic look and let Jeremy drag her away. I couldn't believe what I'd seen. Had I seen correctly? I had to be wrong, surely.

But there was no time to debate it. I couldn't lay here and let the infected get me. I had to get out, get to my sister, get some damn air!

The ringing subsided and my vision straightened up. I forced myself into a sitting up position, feeling a burning in my shoulder but too afraid to look just yet. Whilst the adrenaline had the better of me, I stayed on all fours and crawled my way out the building, keeping my mouth covered with my shirt. Finally, I saw daylight and got out, taking in big gulps of fresh air. It helped, a little, but my head was spinning and I couldn't hear properly still.

Infected were closing in in the distance, I realised. I forced myself to stand, trying not to cry when my shoulder continued to burn. I risked looking down and saw that it was covered in blood from a piece of shrapnel lodged in there and still burning from the fire. I needed to get away from the heat. I needed Y/S/N.

With difficulty, I tried to find the others out front. Looking back, the whole building was set ablaze. They couldn't have gone far, right? I hadn't been down for that long.

But they were nowhere to be found. No cars, trucks, nothing. I had nothing on me either, no supplies or weapons or first aid. My only focus was getting away from the fire and away from the infected, so I kept low and out of their line of sight, putting as much distance as I could between them and me.

The longer I stay out here though, I thought, the more likely my wound will get infected and I'll die.

I didn't know how bad it was, but it didn't feel good. I didn't care though. All I kept thinking about was Y/S/N. Did she really choose them over me? Why would she do that?

No, she couldn't have. I saw. She wanted to come get me. They forced her. They made her believe I was already dead. She didn't know.

I saw that, right?

I wasn't sure what I'd seen. My mind was still a muddle and, though the ringing had stopped, I felt exhausted. But I couldn't just pass out anywhere. I needed to find my sister. Get somewhere safe.

The evening crept up on me quicker than I thought. I was forced to take refuge in an old gas station. There, I could see the building was still burning in the distance, a bright flame in the evening sky and no doubt attracting every infected for a five mile radius. I took that moment of peace to inspect my shoulder closely, peeling my shirt which had partially melted into the flesh. The pain became too much though, blinding, and I had to leave it as is. I had nothing to treat it with anyway. The shrapnel was the only thing stopping the bleeding, for now.

The rival gang, they'd rigged the place with explosives. I knew something was up. If only fucking Jeremy had scouted it out beforehand.

The night was rough. I barely got any sleep, drifting into unconsciousness out of pure pain rather than comfort. When I woke up the next morning, I almost didn't want to get up, but the thought of getting my sister back was what pushed me. I'd lost a lot of blood, barely any energy left, but I had to keep going. I knew the way back, but it was much longer without a car.

I kept going, glad there were no infected to challenge me, though it would definitely be a challenge I'd lose. I was burning up, my fever getting worse and worse the longer my wound was left untreated. I couldn't escape the smell of smoke on my clothes, nor blood. I thought I could keep going, but I collapsed by a car in the street soon enough.

Trying to force myself up, I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to push up, but it didn't work. I had no energy left. I think I was dying. I had to be. I couldn't even hold myself upright against the car, my back hitting the ground and staying that way. Everything hurt, but I tried to push it away as I looked at the clouds in the sky.

At least I would be reunited with my parents soon. Maybe they would know why Y/S/N did what she did, because I couldn't figure it out. Still, I hoped she was safe wherever she was.

Time had been a blur since the fire. Seconds merged into minutes which merged into hours. If it weren't for the clouds turning pink, I wouldn't have known how long I'd been out there, simply staring at the sky and waiting for death. It was at sunset when I was beginning to lose feeling, lose common sense.

I heard a car engine, I think, though I couldn't be sure. There were voices. Female. Overlapping, not making any sense.

"–no bites–" one was saying.

"–burnt flesh–" said the other.

A hand pressed to my cheek and I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was looking into the eyes of a stranger. Her lips were moving, concern on her face. Why did she care about me? Who was she?

She might have said the most important thing in the world or the dumbest, but I wouldn't know. Her words were background noise. Her face was a blur. More voices. And then everything went silent.

My eyes were heavy when I began to wake up, as if I'd been sleeping for years. A quiet groan escaped my lips as I forced them open, and then I felt the aching all over my body, though not as painful as I last remembered. Blinking the blurriness from my vision, I realised I was lying down and looking up at a ceiling. Ceiling? Where was I?

Turning my head, I made out a an IV bag beside me, attached to my wrist. Was I in a hospital? That didn't make sense.

I kept looking around, memories of recent events flashing to mind as I tried to make sense of where I was. Subconsciously, I reached for my injured shoulder, surprised to find it bandaged under a shirt that wasn't mine.

Panicking now, I forced myself to sit up, grimacing at how quickly I did it. I didn't know where I was or who had found me, but I couldn't stay here. What if Y/S/N was looking for me? What if she was too far? I had to get out of here!

I ripped out the drip from my arm and pushed my legs over the edge of the bed. Looking around once more, a bit more awake, I realised it wasn't a hospital. Hospitals were usually white and bright. This was a simple room with medical equipment stored inside and alongside a few beds. Wherever I was, this was there medbay. I didn't want to stick around to find out who owned it.

Standing up proved to be a challenge, my energy drained completely, but I managed. There were no shoes around nor on my feet, so I hobbled barefoot to the door, yanking it open and holding it for support as I blinked at the daylight. Adjusting, I raised my hand to cover my eyes slightly, stepping outside.

There were people all around, smiling, in no danger, all doing different things. To my right, a small group were building some sort of structure. To my left, there was a garden being tended to. And up ahead, in the distance, I saw seats. Was I in a sports stadium? What the hell?

Distracted and confused, I failed to see someone nearby spot me and approach with urgency.

"You're awake!" the blonde woman realised, immediately stopping by my side. "You shouldn't be on your feet. Please, let's go back inside!"

I didn't know why I listened to her, even when she held my arm and practically ushered me back inside. A lot more tired than I realised, I let her sit me back on the bed.

"I see you took your IV out," she said with a reprimanding tone, before moving to grab it. When she tried to touch me, I moved my hand away, making her frown. "Please. It will help. You need rest."

Without speaking, I refused to give her my hand and she seemed to get that I didn't trust her nor know who she was.

"I'm Naomi," she introduced. "I'm the nurse here and I've been making sure you don't die from blood loss. What's your name?"

I glanced between her eyes, wondering if I was insane to trust a stranger so easily. But she did help me when I was at my lowest, so could she be all that bad?

"Y/N," I said, voice too hoarse to be above a whisper.

As I cleared my throat, she passed me a cup of water that I failed to notice beside my bed. Taking a few sips, I relaxed at the way it soothed my throat.

"Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you," she said with a small smile. "Please can I...?"

Referring to the IV, she waited patiently. I nodded and let her put it back into my arm before setting up the bed so I could sit upright without holding my own weight.

"You're very lucky we found you when we did," she said once she was done. "Your shoulder looked like hell. It's much better now."

I didn't know what to say. All I could think about was Y/S/N and where she was. Was she okay? Was she safe?

Before Naomi could say anything more, the door opened again and in walked two more people. They seemed familiar – I think they were the ones who found me, but that memory was hazy.

"You're up," the younger girl said, glancing at me before looking to Naomi. "Is she okay?"

"Physically, sure," Naomi answered.

The younger girl nodded and stepped forward, her attention back on me. "How are you?" Before I could think to answer, she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't even ask your name. I'm Alicia and this is Luciana." She motioned to the girl beside her, who offered me a small smile. "We're the ones who found you out on the side of the road."

"I'm Y/N," I answered reluctantly, glancing between them both. "Thank you for taking me in."

I knew it was the right thing to say, but I still wasn't sure if I was safe, even if they were all being polite to me.

"Y/N," Alicia repeated softly, before smiling. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you?"

I blinked, looking down. "I, er... I don't know."

They exchanged looks, making me feel out of place, before Naomi said, "Can I ask how you ended up how you did? You have some pretty nasty burns on your shoulder."

"We saw smoke not too far from where you were," Luciana added gently. "Lots of infected were attracted to it. Is that where you were?"

I pursed my lips, remembering it all so suddenly. Y/S/N could still be out there. Or she could be back at their base, if they hadn't moved yet. I needed to find her.

But how could I tell these strangers that? I didn't know them, I didn't know if I could trust them. What if they wouldn't let me leave?

"You're free to stay here for as long as you need to," Alicia suddenly said, as if reading my mind. "You should, if anything. You need rest."

"Where is here exactly?" I asked calmly, hoping they couldn't detect my nerves.

"This is the Dell Diamond Baseball Stadium," Naomi answered. "It's been converted into a small community, a safe place that's well guarded and well supplied. You're safe here."

I clenched my jaw, looking away momentarily. The baseball stadium. Safe, supplied and guarded? All I could think about was how if Y/S/N had just risked visiting it instead of writing it off as useless, we could still be together and none of this would have happened. Now... now it was quite far out from the fire and she'd be long gone. Maybe. I wouldn't know unless I got up and searched.

"I get this might be a lot," Alicia said considerately, "so you should sleep it off and then we can talk more. How does that sound?"

It sounded pretty damn great, my whole body exhausted still.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly, looking between them.

They smiled and Naomi helped me to lay down properly, lowering the bed. I hated to admit it, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

When I woke up, it was dark out the window. I wasn't sure how long I was out for, but I felt a lot better. 

The sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat made me push myself up slightly, looking at the end of my bed. There, I saw Alicia sat on a chair, smiling a little.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you or anything," she said, standing up and unsure what to do with herself. "I figured you would wake up soon and thought you might want to eat something."

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, humming tiredly. She helped prop my bed upright and I leaned back, waking up a little more now.

"It's chicken, potatoes, some vegetables," she explained when she carefully handed me the tray. "Hope you like it."

That definitely woke me up and I widened my eyes with surprise, looking down at the food. It was still hot, steam curling off it and leaving a pleasant smell in my nose.

"Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly, looking over the tray. "Is there something in it?"

I shook my head, glancing up at her. "No, it's– it's perfect. I haven't had food like this in– well, a long time. Thank you."

Relieved, she nodded and smiled before pulling her chair around to my bedside and taking a seat. I dug in, savouring each bite between sips of water and wondering how I'd been lucky enough to land somewhere like this. These people were too nice, suspiciously nice, and I still couldn't gauge if they were after something or not.

"Er, thanks for all of this, Alicia," I said when I realised she was sitting there whilst I scoffed my face rudely. Clearing my throat, I added, "I should have said so earlier, but I was– it's a lot to adjust to."

"I can imagine," she sympathised. "And no worries. I'm just glad we could help."

I paused, pursing my lips. "Yeah... why are you helping? It's hard to come by these days, so..."

"You're expecting a catch," she read my mind, an amused smile on her lips. When my expression confirmed this, she continued, "There's no catch. Luci and I saw someone hurt and who needed help, so we helped. This place is for people who need somewhere safe. A home. That's all this is."

"You don't even know who I am," I said without thinking, too amazed at her naivety of the world to hold back. "I could be a horrible person. A murderer. Someone not worth saving. Do you just pick up every person you see?"

Not the slightest bit offended, Alicia tried not to laugh. "Well, are you any of those things? Because last time I checked, murderers don't announce they're murderers."

I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she could be so calm about this world we were in. How long had she had it easy that she wasn't afraid? I was almost jealous.

"You're right," she decided, giving me an apologetic look, green eyes still flickering with partial amusement. "I don't know who you are. So, maybe you can tell me. Starting with why we found you how we did. If you want."

Still, I wasn't sure if I could trust her. But nothing about her screamed evil, and she had helped me, so it made sense to tell her the truth. Besides, I couldn't find Y/S/N without her letting me go.

"The fire," I said, recalling that they'd seen it, too. "It was a booby trap some old gang left. I was with my sister and another group checking it out. But the trap was triggered and the whole place went up in flames."

Alicia's eyebrows knitted together as she listened. "You weren't alone?"

"No, and that's why I need to find my sister," I said confidently. "She needs me."

Alicia nodded slowly, straightening up. "How did you get out? Didn't you see her in the fire? And what about your group?"

I frowned at the memory. "The group aren't good people. I wanted to leave them for a while, but they were the only thing keeping my sister and I fed and alive. My sister, Y/S/N, she was there. I woke up and I saw her, but that arsehole..."

Seeing Jeremy's face in my head, the way he dragged her away... it made me clench my fists without realising.

"The leader, Jeremy, he told her I was dead, or as good as dead, and to get out whilst they could," I continued. "The infected were there. It was smokey. I couldn't hear properly. But I saw it. Saw them."

"And she saw you, too?" Alicia asked patiently.

I nodded. "She went with him."

"She saw you, but she still left?" Alicia asked with surprise.

I swallowed hard, fixing her with a stare. "I know what it sounds like, but she didn't just leave. He made her."

She didn't seem convinced as she tilted her head slightly. "Y/N..."

"She wouldn't just leave," I repeated bitterly. "She's my sister. He made her leave and I need to find her! She needs to know I'm alive and then I'm gonna take her away from him and she'll be okay. I just– I need to get out of here."

Alicia pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Y/N, I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sure you saw what you wanted to see in the moment. But like you said, you were barely conscious, there was a fire, infected... it sounds like she just left you."

"She didn't!" I exclaimed, before shaking my head and pushing the tray onto the bed. "Forget it, I don't need to explain this to you. I'll find her myself. Just let me out of here."

As I attempted to pull off my blanket and get up, Alicia suddenly shot up and stopped me.

"Let go," I told her with narrowed eyes, and she thankfully did.

"Just wait," she said, meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Look, you're in no position to go back out there on your own. It's not safe."

"I've managed before," I assured her with a fake smile. "Now move."

Rolling her eyes but staying put, she said, "I'll take you there. We can go back to the fire. Back to wherever you think she is. Find a clue to her whereabouts."

I paused, studying her suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"

"I know what it's like to do anything for your family," she said, and I believed her for some reason. "And you don't seem like a bad person."

"So, what? You're just helping me out of the kindness of your heart?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

I quirked a brow, intrigued by the stranger. "Yeah."

She sighed, relaxing when she saw I wasn't going to try to leave again. "I'll take you in the morning. But I'm telling you now, if you don't find her, you should leave it at that. Don't go looking for her."

"Are you insane?" I asked. "She's my sister. Of course I'll keep looking."

"Whether you want to admit or not, she left you to die," she said with an apologetic but knowing voice. "She chose this Jeremy guy over you. And you going out there to look for her isn't worth your life. Sister or not."

I tensed my jaw to contain my annoyance at her assumption, but said nothing. She didn't have to believe me – she didn't know Y/S/N like I did. I'd find her. She'd be waiting for me. I knew it.

"Fine," I lied, only needing Alicia long enough to find Y/S/N, which I would. "Tomorrow morning it is."

Content with my answer, she nodded and took a step back. "Good. Now eat. If you're to come with me, you need your energy back."

Begrudgingly, I pulled the tray back onto my lap and obeyed, feeling like a child. I wasn't sure why Alicia was being so generous – maybe she really was just being kind, but I'd seen so much evil these past few years that it was hard to accept.

[holdmytesseract]

* reads the Tumblr morning paper, section: "The Vest Stays On" with a stoic straight face while mentally giggling, screaming and setting myself on fire *

I loved this ! OMG ! Daryl Daryl Dixon, boy you never fail to kill shot me with your crossbow, you adorably grumpy cupid. 🖤

This is flawless darling! The perfect mix of sweet and sexy and yes the darn vest stays on ! Oh my ! My heart crashed and flew through the window! I adore your writing style! How you portray him, the scenario and the mutual feelings and emotions crossing both.

The scene pure sexy and a desperate love reunion with soft romance tones, even being smoking hot. * pulls a fake cigarette to my mouth (I don't smoke in real life btw, sometimes I wish I did, LOL, just because of all the fic reading and plus, Daryl smoking is a tease *

How am I supposed to function at work today ? On a early Monday morning daydreaming about this moody biker?!?! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

If we pray for an apocalypse do we get him as an apology for everything going around the world ?

Thank you dearest for hyping my day with this ! I finally got the chance to read it (sorry I'm becoming a slow reader lately). As always, I love your work ! Every single character and fic. ♥️

This was sooooo good of a story, I was gonna comment under it, but the reply got so big I thought sending it here would be better. >\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\< *very shy*

If I could I'd let you choose any order from the coffee shop I work, and it would be on the house for you. :3

Hope you have a good week ! 🍀✨🩶

PS.: * this was me mentally *

Friend, I... I am positively STUNNED and absolutely SPEECHLESS! This ask definitely made my day! Thank you SO SO much from the bottom of my heart! This means the world to me, honestly! 🥹🤍

I'm very glad he could kill shot you and managed to tickle your nerve ends, tehe. 😉🔥

I love the mix of sexy and sweet, ngl. Happy to hear you do love it, too! And I must add, that I am not always able to write such smutty stuff, but this just happened and I'm super glad it did, 'cause it managed to thrill so many people - including you! 🥰

Friend, let me tell you... I don't smoke either, but Daryl smoking is just SO hot. I caaaan't... 🫠 My personal HC: He loves a smoke after sex. 👀

I am sorry Daryl troubles your mind now, but also I feel very proud and happy about this, tehehehe. 🤭

Yes. I'd say we do get him as an apology. I mean... 👀 I wouldn't care to live in TWD as long as I get that man, lol.

And please don't apologise for slow reading! It's totally okay! No pressure at all! The fact alone that you decided to read my stuff makes me super super happy. 🤍

I wanna hug you real bad right now, because ahhh you're SO sweet and kind. 🥹 Again, thank you from the very bottom of my heart. I love that you sent me this ask. It makes me incredibly happy! And especially, it motivates me to keep on writing. To write more and to give you happiness with my stories again. 🤍

Awwweeee omg, really? 🥹 You're the sweetest! I hope you have a good week, too! Next Daryl fic is coming, I promise! 🏹

AND NOW LEMME HUG YOU!

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers🪶

~ Bonus Chapter 3 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly)

Word Count: 1,291

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this story, and the bonus chapters with it :). I hate to end it but it's got to end someway. I'm gonna miss these two! So glad you made it this far! Stated as always this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

6 months later

Dean and Julia stood together in the quiet beauty of the mountains, exchanging vows under the open sky. The simplicity of the moment made it even more meaningful—just the two of them, standing with the officiant, surrounded by towering trees and the distant sound of a gentle stream. It was the perfect setting for them. No distractions, no interruptions. Just them.

Julia wore a flowing white dress that moved with the breeze, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and Dean, in his usual relaxed but put-together style, couldn't stop staring at her. He never thought he'd live to see this day, much less feel so at peace. As they exchanged rings and said their "I dos," the weight of their journey together settled in the air around them—years of battles fought, lives saved, and now, finally, a future they built for themselves.

After the ceremony, Sam called to congratulate them and then they celebrated in their own quiet way. Dean had made sure everything was ready. A cozy cabin tucked away in the mountains was waiting for them—just the two of them and nature. Dean had gone all out to make their honeymoon night unforgettable. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the sound of crackling wood, and the scent of pine and vanilla wafted through the air.

Before a romantic dinner of steak and roasted vegetables, Dean had set up a small table on the balcony overlooking the starry night sky. The stars seemed to shimmer brighter than ever, creating a magical backdrop that made Julia's heart race.

As they stepped back inside, Julia felt a rush of warmth envelop her. The cabin was filled with soft blankets and cushions, and a bottle of champagne chilled by the fireplace. Dean had thought of everything, making her feel special.

"Wow," Julia said, taking it all in. "You really went all out, didn't you?"

Dean smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Only the best for my wife," he said, walking over to the bottle of champagne. He popped the cork and poured two glasses, handing one to Julia. "To us."

"To us," she echoed, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip. The bubbly liquid tickled her senses, enhancing the thrill of the moment.

They settled on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flames dancing in the hearth casting a soft light over them. Julia leaned against Dean, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.

"Can you believe we're finally here?" she said, looking up at him, her eyes bright with happiness.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice low and filled with warmth. "It feels surreal, like a dream I never want to wake up from."

As they sat in comfortable silence, the intimacy of the moment enveloped them. Dean reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind Julia's ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She felt a flutter of anticipation in her stomach, her heart racing at the intensity of his gaze.

"Julia," he murmured, his voice husky. "You're everything I've ever wanted. More than I could've ever imagined."

Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body. "Dean, I..."

Before she could finish, Dean leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly deepened, filled with all the passion and love they had for each other. Julia melted against him, responding eagerly as his hands tangled in her hair.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Dean rested his forehead against hers. "I've been waiting for this moment," he confessed, his eyes dark with desire.

"Me too," she whispered, her heart racing at the anticipation of what was to come.

Dean's hands slid down her back, pulling her closer as he kissed her again, this time more fervently. Julia felt her skin tingle under his touch, the fire in the hearth mirroring the heat building between them.

With a swift motion, Dean shifted, laying her back against the rug. He hovered over her, his body framing hers, staring down at her with a look of pure adoration. Julia's breath hitched in her throat at the intensity of his gaze, the love in his eyes making her feel more cherished than she ever had before.

Julia’s hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingertips. "Dean," she breathed, her voice a mixture of longing and affection. "I love you ."

His lips curled into a smile that sent butterflies dancing in her stomach. "I love you, too, Julia. More than I can put into words." he murmured, kissing her again as he slid his hands beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin, igniting sparks of electricity.

They lost themselves in each other, the world outside the cabin fading away as they explored the depths of their love. Dean took his time, every touch, every kiss filled with reverence and affection. Julia felt worshipped, every nerve ending alive as they surrendered to their desires.

Clothes became a distant memory, discarded as they melded together, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the soft glow of the fire. Dean's hands traveled over Julia's curves, mapping every inch of her as if he wanted to memorize her.

It's not like they haven't done this many times before, but this was different. This was more than just physical—it was a reaffirmation of everything they were to each other. Dean moved slowly, his hands on her hips, his forehead pressed to hers as they lost themselves in each other. There was a tenderness in every movement, a kind of vulnerability that neither of them had felt before.

With each kiss, each whispered word of devotion, they transcended into a realm where nothing else mattered. The rhythm of their bodies intertwined, a beautiful dance of love and emotion, as they found their release together.

Afterward, as they lay entwined on the rug, the fire crackling softly beside them, Dean pressed gentle kisses against Julia's forehead. She felt safe, admired, and utterly content.

"Best honeymoon ever?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Julia chuckled softly, her heart full. "Definitely the best."

"Good," he said, holding her a little tighter, both of them knowing that this was only the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife.

The next evening, as the sun dipped behind the mountains, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, they sat together on the cabin's porch. Dean had his arm around Julia, who rested her head on his shoulder. The silence was comfortable, filled with love and the unspoken promise of everything that lay ahead.

"I still can't believe we're married," Julia murmured, smiling as she looked at the ring on her finger.

Dean chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I can. This was the best damn decision I ever made."

That night, as they lay in bed together, Dean turned to her, his hand resting on her cheek. "You make me happy, Julia. I just... I never thought I could have this. Thank you for showing me I could."

Julia smiled softly, her heart swelling with warmth. "You deserve it, Dean. We both do."

Their honeymoon was everything they had dreamed of—romantic, peaceful, and filled with love. And now, as they prepared to head back to reality, they both knew they were ready to face anything as long as they were together.

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Hey there! I just wanted to thank you for sharing ''To The Light''. I loved the story from the first chapter. Maybe, the desperation they feel for each other isn't the healthiest, but you made me feel so much. The angst went directly to my heart. There were such sweet moments between them, and hot ones and caring. And the ending was perfect!

I've also started reading ''Dawn'', and it's such a change! Not only the series it comes from but the whole setting. You've got me really interested in this Javi post DEA trying to find his footing and finally wanting to do something about his feelings for Mia, instead of just keeping them closed off. It's so angsty, but thankfully, Chucho might set them on the right path. I cannot wait to read how their conversation goes. ♥️♥️♥️

hello!! thank you so, so much! <3

i definitely agree, Addie and Joel are a little codependent and a lot desperate, but i think when you take their histories into account it's hard to blame them.

i'm so glad you're enjoying Dawn! honestly, it's been a breath of fresh air to write after 'To the Light'. the only thing that i've found difficult is the setting, so i'm glad you like it! i'm from California, so i've been researching Texas-- specifically the Laredo area-- like a madwoman, and i'm constantly terrified someone from Texas is going to tell me i got it all wrong lol. i don't want to spoil anything for you, but i agree, Javi's motive for finally feeling like he wants to find a place in Larga Vista and fix things with Mia is a big part of the story. i think what happened to him in Colombia plays a big part in it. he feels like he failed, he feels like he wasted ten years of his life chasing this glittering promise of "fixing the system" only to find out the system is beyond saving and no one but him seems to care. i think after that, after realizing he'd wasted his time, he's ready to return to his hometown and figure out what things are actually important to him.

also Chucho is a fucking angel, i love his meddling so much.

thank you again for reading, so glad you enjoy my silly, little stories!

[justagalwhowrites]

Shit bestie! OhMyfuckingGood! You made me curse, and I don't like cursing, lol! I cannot believe New In Town is finished! The final chapter was perfect! It has the right blend of fluff, fun, and hotness. You made my day! I loved it all! The whole room setting with photos of them had me swooning, but Joel saying, “You’re so perfect I have to remind myself that you’re real sometimes, that I’m not just imagining you. You make me the luckiest man on Earth every damn day by just breathing in the same room as me. If anything’s not fair, it’s that I got too greedy asking you to marry me. Should know to quit when I’m this far ahead.”, was the cherry on the cake.🥹😍 You broke me! Could he be more perfect? The bar is so high I cannot see it anymore, lol! Seeing their relationship grow so effortlessly was a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing this! If you decide to write more about them, you can count me as a guaranteed reader!♥️♥️♥️

AHHH HI!!

I'm so glad you liked it!! This Joel is so sweet I'm just crazy about him. It was very easy to write stuff like that for him because he was just so head over heels for her and just yes. I love him so so much lol

There might be a lil' one shot in the immediate future with these two.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

(There is I'm writing it now)

Thank you so much for reading! I love that you loved it!

Love you!!!

[f10werfae]

My wife is fine, thanks

pairing: Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader

summary: I LOVE YOUR HENRY CAVILL POSTS!So can I request an Instagram blurb for wife!reader (obv for Henry Cavill), where fans react to wife!reader and henry having an age gap (10+). (requested by @chaotictwig)

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Full M.List, Henry M.List, Taglist Form

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@/hellostarsky: Can everyone stop hating on Henry, so what if he’s 39 and she’s 28?? They’re both legal consenting adults, he did not groom her and treats her with the utmost respect. She does not need the stress of you guys while she’s pregnant with their baby.

@/caviilll: I don’t care what anyone says, Y/n and Henry are so mf cute. The way he spoils the hell out of her and just always holds her close♥️♥️ If only

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@/relatimefr: Ok but their age gap is so weird, she was being born when he was like 11 wtf

>> @/Prettyprincess: They lit started dating at 24 and 35, you can calm yourself honey, they did nothing but fall in love☠️

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@/Henry Cavill: Happy 29th birthday to my lovely beautiful wife, the future mother to our baby(ies) and my best friend in life. Glad to be doing life with you and no one else, can’t wait to see you when I get home tonight, both you and baby Cavill ♥️

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@/Holymacsncheese: But their age gap suits them sm, Y/n makes sure Henry keeps up to date with all the new things today, and he grounds her to a sense of comfort and love. They compliment each other so much, match made in heaven I say

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@/Polypockets: yall acting as if he groomed her straight out of highschool, they literally met on set where she had to play his wife, yall just jealous cause it ain’t you 💋

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@/Y/nCavill: 35 Weeks today! Baby Cavill is now officially nearly here, unfortunately i’ll be taking a break from future projects for some time, I want to finally settle down and accept my new role. The role of motherhood. Hope you all understand, Y/n xx

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying that, after this new movie I will also be taking a break for the next year or so, who knows. Just would like you all to know that I appreciate those who support us wholeheartedly, and I can’t wait to start this new journey!

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@/User19204726: That picture of Henry showing Y/n new dresses in the maternity shop while she’s sitting watching him, is the cutest thing. She was too tired to walk about the shop, so he literally went around and got everything to have a mini fashion show for her

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@/pumpituplease: God bless Y/n for posting pictures of Henry painting the nursery, that man is giving real dilf material now, and we can’t forget about the milf Y/n. Sexiest Power couple for realsies

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@/geraltlovers: Omg I thought we were over the whole age gap thing?! Why the hell are papers still calling him all these names and calling Y/n naïve?? They lit have a child together, get a grip

>> @/petalsforpeps: omg ikr, like get over yourselves because they don’t care about what you have to say

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@/Y/nCavill: Henry and I would like to welcome baby Penelope into the world, she arrived on September 25th and is currently rocking it! No pictures will be shared, hope you all understand that ♥️

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@/cpatainsy: HENRY IS A DAD GUYS OMG, HIM AND Y/N’S BABY IS GONNA ACTUALLY SLAY THE REAL WORLD. WE BETTER PREPARE OURSELVES!!

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@/rainbowsncakes: Omg that photo Y/n posted with Henry’s back to the camera, you can just see the tiniest bit of baby Penelope’s hair out of the corner of his arm, AND ITS DARK HAIR, SHE GOT HIS CURLY HAIR I BET

>> @/lotsoocks: YOO ACCORDING TO HENRY’S MUM’S POST, BABY PENELOPE CAME OUT ROUGHLY THE SAME SIZE HENRY WAS WHEN HE WAS BORN. POOR Y/N

>>> @Y/nCavill: NO BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE, 38 HOURS OF PURE HARD LABOUR. Thankful for all the nurses, doctors, midwives and especially my bear of a husband who didn’t leave me alone once♥️

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@/user823783: Fuck this family bullshit, when is Henry gonna back to our screens?!

>> @/HenryCavill: i’m sorry but I don’t tolerate anyone speaking about my family like that, a fan of mine wouldn’t speak of people I love like that. We want to live a peaceful life full of love, if you can’t respect that then i’m glad i’m not back to work yet. Family comes first.

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@/HenryCavill: I love my wife @Y/nCavill and my gorgeous daughter Penelope, the exact double of me I must say (sorry babe) I also love the people who support me, and it hurts me to say that it’s a minority of you that seem to keep harassing my family. Please respect our lives, not only has our relationship been through enough, but our privacy has been violated more than enough times. Enough is enough.

>> @/jellyjumpbean: What sorta losers are still hating on them?! Can we please grow up and stop being delusional, the man is happy with his own family now. None of then deserve this abuse and especially not little Penelope who hasn’t even been here 5 minutes

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@/Dcornarvel: Y/n is absolutely growing post pregnancy, you would never guess that she’s edging 30, Henry is one lucky man for real

>> @/HenryCavill: That I am. Thank you very much my friend ♥️

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[seraphofthesimps]

Happy Birthday Ace ♥️ Since I can't give him his present, I'll give it to you! I had to give him something since he's a fellow January Cap 🥰

"Where are we going?" Ace was trying hard not to burn the bandana you had used to cover his eyes as you tugged him along behind you.

A soft laugh filled his ears, "You'll see! Just be patient."

"Because I'm so good at being patient?" Ace's voice was light and sarcastic. "Are we almost there at least, babe? I'm hungry."

You stopped walking and turned back towards your husband, giving him a once over and taking in the nice view of his abs. Stepping close, you reached up behind his head to untie the bandana and give him his sight back. He looked around the little picnic you had set up on top of a cliff, sun just starting to set on the horizon. A soft blanket laid down, several candles sitting around that he would light once the sun went down, a perfectly wrapped gift with a big bow and his name on it, and four baskets of his favorite foods just waiting to be devoured. He turned to you and smiled brightly, pulling you into his arms.

"This all for us babe?" he asked.

"All for you! We don't get a lot of time alone on the ship so I'm taking advantage of it."

"Perfect," he stated, already sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. "And I plan to take advantage of you." Ace winked as he grabbed a basket of food and started putting several things on a plate for you both.

The sun set and candles were lit. The two of you enjoyed the time alone in one another's company, as it was rare. Ace enjoyed the food you'd packed and loved his gift. But his favorite part of his birthday was when you told him you had one more gift and shed the loose white dress you were wearing over your clothes. Wrapped in very strategically placed ribbons and tied up with bows, Ace's expression turned feral as he pulled you into him. The ribbons on your body were torched, turned to ash before you could even blink without a single flame burning your skin.

Ace's mouth was on your skin, always so warm, as he left mark after mark upon flesh. He spent hours worshipping you, folding you into every position he could think of. Trying to take his time enjoying his birthday present, but quickly becoming too impatient, just needing to feel you squeezing around him. He made sure you screamed his name and cried out for him, loud the way you both tried not to be on the ship (albeit sometimes unsuccessfully). He fucked you into the blanket until it became ash just like the ribbons, flames licking at the fabric beneath you as he approached another high. At this point, he was so fucked out, he was at risk of setting the whole island on fire, lost completely in the feel of you and the complete and utter bliss.

When you finally were making your way back to the ship, Ace carrying you on his back as your legs shook when you'd first stood, the sun was starting to rise. He was whistling, the biggest grin on his face. "Best birthday ever babe."

"Really? I'm glad you liked your picnic." Your voice was sleepy as you snuggled your face into his neck, already half asleep.

"Picnic was great," Ace said cheerfully, "But the best present is always you."

Ace accidentally setting fire to his surroundings is now my new favorite thing. And the sleepy piggy back 🥺 brb gonna do melt and scream over how much I love flame flame boy

[witching-by-the-willow]

To me it's obvious Pride's book will be next, but I will be honest, I don't know how anyone can root for him, much less Vittoria? He torpedoed his entire marriage and let his own wife think he was sleeping around on her because of what people might say about him like this is high school. He's angry at Wrath for the curse when his marriage to Lucia is the main drive for it because he can't take accountability for his actions. I also still can't fathom how Kerri thought we'd accept or like Vittoria's quick turn around either, esp after she did things like degrade Emilia naked and IN CHAINS. I'd much rather have a Wrath prequel instead of all this, but even then, I worry how Kerri would execute it at this point. It just feels like she wants to write Netflix!Bridgerton and the circles of HELL are not the best setting for that imho. Sorry for venting, I guess I just wanted that other anon to know they're not alone on their lukewarm Pride feelings. 🤣

Okay, hello bestie, hopefully this is the time this finally gets posted. 😂♥️

You know what, you're absolutely right.

I get why Pride would do that, because he's...well, too proud to not show off his sin. But buddy, maybe you should not?? Have made your wife think?? You were cheating on her?? Their story is just so filled with miscommunication, and a bit of enabling of the same by Lucia's mother/the First Witch. But tbh, she only wanted the best for her daughter, and maybe if Pride had actually showed his love for Lucia, she would have budged. Because we do know he loves her, because he has never moved on from trying to find her. And with more miscommunication, she didn't bring up her doubts and questions to him either, which is annoying to me too.

Anyway, I think a part of why I want to see Pride and Lucia is because I want to see him put his namesake sin aside and dedicate himself to groveling and falling on his knees for her forgiveness. And well, communication. Please, for the love of god. 🤡

Also YES I know, right? Wrath has done nothing to get the curse, sir. Leave him alone. He has suffered because of it, despite not having had any hand in causing it. 😭

This is not to say I don't like Pride, I do. And I actually think he's quite interesting, so I'm waiting for his book desperately so he can get the development he needs so I can love him (as I love Sloth).

And oh bestie, I am so glad you agree with me on the Vittoria plotline. Her character has a lot of potential, but that last-minute redemption arc was a complete mess. And Emilia and Wrath are way better people than me, because no matter how ancient I was, I would NOT forgive her so soon for making my life hell (no pun intended) for months.

Like, ma'am. You could have made your points and had a conversation with your sister WITHOUT chaining her or poisoning her husband.

Not the mention the sexual frustration from pulling poor Emilia to whatever reason at the worst possible moments lmao 💀💀💀

Oh buddy, the thimgs I would do for a Wrath Prequel.....please, it would solve so many of my problems. I don't even need it to be a literary masterpiece, I just want to see what goes on in his head at any given moment. 😂🛐

Bestie, not the bridgerton comparison I'm akfjajgbajgnang I can't unthink it now 💀

But ngl, I'm looking forward to the stories on various princes. I like the world Kerri Maniscalco has built and I like the characters too. Even if the books turn out to be a mess, I'll probably keep reading anyway, because I just have a lot of fun with this setting.

Also like. I need the book on Sloth. Tell me more about this prince of hell who is a medicine scholar and an introvert and has a massive library in his house that he spends his time reading in instead of getting involved in hell-drama. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me he does not deserve his own book.

Well, this turned into quite the ramble lol. Thank you for this ask, I love talking about these books, and any and all books! ❤️

[azurelyy]

Hey, I read your Kankuro fic and I love it! Could write something NSFW for Yamato (or Genma) x f!reader? Can it be friends to lovers (and if you decide to write or Yamato:Can he have an authority kink? Like captain) Sorry if you don't write for them or the kinks made you uncomfortable. Have a great day ♥️

Ahhhh, tysm! I am so glad you liked it.

I went with Yamato because the idea of the authority kink was just too good not to pass up - I hope you enjoy! 😈 P.S. This turned out... way longer than expected. I am so sorry lol.

Title: O, Captain! My Captain! 🍋

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Yamato x f!reader

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato

You weren’t sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato’s apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend’s front door. 

You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.

You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. 

You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile. 

“I think you forgot your bats at home,” He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.

“Hilarious, Yamato,” You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. “Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?” 

“Yes,” He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. “But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world.” 

You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. “Okay, ready?”

“Yup,” He popped the ‘p’ as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. “On three, okay?” You nodded. “One, two, three!”

You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato’s and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look. 

“You’re supposed to do that first,” He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.

You groaned. “I know that! I got too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve had alcohol.” He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He responded, pouring his own shot. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?” 

You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. “It’s one shot, Yammy. I’ll be fine.” 

He smirked and gave a single nod of his head. “Two shots.”

“Two shots,” You corrected, sticking your tongue at him. “I said it’s been awhile, not forever. I’m getting too old for this shit.” 

“You?” He questioned, gulping down another drink. “I’m thirty-one, I’m definitely too old for this shit.” 

“I forget that you’re that old,” You teased, your throat stinging as you slammed your second shot down. “We’re practically middle-aged!”

He said your name slowly, the sound numbing to your ears. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You’re only twenty-five, don’t sell yourself short.” 

“I’m single and twenty-five,” You groan. “I can feel my eggs dying inside me.”

Yamato’s soft laughter filled the air around the small kitchen and you felt your heart flutter in your chest as you watched his chestnut hair slowly sway around his face, his strong hand covering his fine mouth as his black eyes twinkled in the starlight. You had known him for at least five years now, and in that time, Yamato had carved his way into the “best friend” slot in your heart. 

It was an immediate connection. You liked how he didn’t treat you any differently based on gender. He talked to you in a natural way, making you feel seen in a room where you felt small and inferior. He had a way of getting people to open up to him, his gentle voice lulling you in like a jinx. Recently, you have started to feel… different around him. Where there was once silent comfort, you felt rising tension; where there was once your friend's hand on your arm, there were now sparks sizzling wherever he touched you. 

“Hey,” Yamato put his hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed around lightly. “Are you alright? Maybe you really have had enough.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as your heart began drumming in your chest. You gently shrugged his hand from your shoulder and pulled yourself onto the counter, now directly at eye-level with him.

“I’m fine,” You assured, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap. “Just tired lately. I am glad everyone is growing up and we’re meeting at a club instead of a bar.”

Yamato moved closer to you and stood between your legs, he was only within arms reach but he still felt way too damn close for comfort. You wanted to grab him by the wrist and pull him into you like a riptide; wanted to allow him to wrap you in his muscular arms and never let you go. The room started spinning around you and you placed your head in your hands as you felt Yamato place his hands on your knees, chanting your name with an increasing amount of panic as you hung your head.

His calloused finger gripped under your chin and turned your head to face him, splintering the world around you. You felt his hot breath tickle your lips as he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. His pink lips were moving but you couldn’t hear any sound, could only feel his skin on yours, smell his spicy cologne. You clenched your hands into fists on your thighs in a futile bid at suppressing the tension in the air as he sweetly smiled at you, his face slightly rosy from the alcohol. 

“Maybe I should walk you home?” He asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You glanced into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated, a glint of care twinkling within his soft gaze that made your heart flutter in your chest as you gripped onto your dress for dear life. 

All your friends had been begging you to tell Yamato how you felt, but you couldn’t handle losing him. He meant too much to you; provided you a sense of security you hadn’t felt since childhood. Losing him would not just crush you, it would pull you apart. You would lose a part of yourself without him, so you stayed silent. You continued to be a shadow in the background when he would take other women home instead of you; would listen to him complain about his relationship issues and give him sound advice; would cheer him on through the pain of hearing how “this is the one” before the inevitable crash and burn, when he’d show up on your doorstep with ice cream, saying with his smile “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him, patting his hand that rested on your hip. “No, I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m fine!” You insisted, playfully pushing his face away from yours.

“If you say so…” He brought his face back down, your lips now inches apart, noses brushing against each other. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Yamato trailed his hand down the side of your thigh and rested it on your knee, his other hand still cupping your chin. “You look really pretty tonight,” You watched his Adam’s apple wobble in his throat and you nearly blacked out. “Who are you dressing up for?”

You clenched your thighs together and moved your head back, the cool wood of the cupboard resting against the back of your skull. Yamato’s eyes were like dark pools of oil, twinkling in the pale light of the moon outside the window. His hand sprawled out on your knee, static surging up your leg and into your pussy as you felt arousal soak its way to your walls. 

“Yamato,” Your mouth was drier than a desert as his formed into a tight line. He moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, causing small firecrackers to pop in your chest. The alcohol fogged your mind as he stayed planted in front of you, mouths inches apart. “You’re my best friend.”

He chucked, warm air tickling your nose and mouth as you smelled the slight tang of alcohol on his breath. “You’re my best friend, too.”

You closed your eyes, drinking him in like a potion. “But I don’t want you as a best friend.”

You kept your eyes shut tightly as you felt his hand on your knee twitch, the tips of his fingernails skating across your skin, as he pressed his warm lips onto yours. He was soft with you, like you would shatter upon contact as he leaned his head to the side and deepened the kiss, moving his strong hand from your knee to wrap around your waist.

You gripped onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him closer to you as your tongues swirled around each other, the air around you becoming light and sweet. You moved your hand slowly to his face, cupping his cheek as he let out a soft moan of your name.

The familiar jingle of Yamato’s ringtone jostled you from your fairytale as he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat. You were both panting, hearts banging in your chests, as he gave you a small smirk and checked the caller-ID. He groaned.

“It’s Kakashi…” He looked over at you, his gaze half-lidded and hazy; his lips reddened and glossy.

You laughed as you smoothed out your clothes and hair, gulping down lust. “Y-You should tell him we’ll be there soon.”

Yamato hummed as he flipped the switch on the side of his phone, silencing the tune. He put his phone upside down onto the counter and took a step closer to you, leaning down so your lips brushed together. “I want to stay with you.” You felt a knot form in your stomach as he studied your face, his oil pool eyes burning into your skin and boiling their way down to your lips.

“Do you want to stay with me?” His violin voice pacified your banging heart as you breathed in his cardamom cologne. It reminded you of the color burgundy, a sensually sexy smell that wrapped around your core and drew your face closer to his. You tried to respond but when you opened your mouth, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of it, so you only nodded.

He pulled you off the counter and into his arms, cupping the back of your neck in his athletic hand as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you let your forehead rest on his, a strong grip around your waist anchoring you to him. He licked his lips and looked up at you, his breathing shallow. You kissed his forehead and trailed your mouth down to his jaw, felt the way it tensed beneath your touch as his hold on you tightened. Every muscle in your body felt taut as you crawled your lips back up his face and hovered your mouth over his. You smirked as you pulled back from him gently, his finger circling around the base of your neck as flames coursed their way down your spine.

“Do you really want to know who I dressed up for?” You whispered. You felt his body tense up as he grunted in response. You used the tip of your tongue to lightly trace his cupid’s bow. “I wore this dress hoping you’d take it off.”

You squealed as he pushed down on the base of your neck, your mouths forming to each other like a jigsaw piece as your teeth clicked together. The kiss was no longer gentle; he was ravishing your mouth with his, treating you like a lost treasure trove. The air around you jostled as he sloppily kissed you and you could tell he was taking you somewhere. Your back slammed against the mattress as he sucked on your tongue, your nipples perking up. He trailed his hand from your waist to your thigh as he hiked your dress up, his slender fingers dancing their way up your bare skin like a sacred ritual, tracing each curve of your flesh.

He pushed his knee against your pussy and your body rippled beneath him as he trailed his lips along your jawline, phantoming over your neck. You could feel his heavy breathing against your skin, so hot on your flesh, as he played with the waistline of your panties with his finger.

He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth and you whimpered, gripping his soft hair as you shoved your hips up on his, feeling his erection through his pants. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbled the skin above your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut as heat flushed to your neck, a bruise forming where his teeth met your skin.

“I-” His voice was sinful. “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed the branding mark on your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ghosted his lips over yours as he rubbed his finger over your entrance, the fabric of your panties feeling hot against your skin, a line of sticky arousal coating them. 

“Please,” You couldn’t say anything else as you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand against your pussy, pleading for him to take you. He kissed you hungrily before pulling away, guiding you up with him by your waist. He stroked the outline of your body with his hands, sliding them along every curve, every imperfection; the twinkle lights in his bedroom illuminating him in a dazzling glow, his pale skin shining in the dark. 

“Does this have a zipper, or…” His voice was a full octave lower as he gently twisted you around to examine your clothes, not wanting to ruin your favorite dress. You laughed lightly and guided his hand to the hem of your dress, your lace panties fully exposed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your dress ruffled and haphazardly sprawled around your body. He lifted it off with ease and tossed it to the ground. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you hooked your fingers under his shirt, nails raking across his abs, lifting the fabric up and over his head. 

You both took in the sight of the other’s half-naked bodies in satisfying silence. Your eyes wandered over his bare, broad shoulders; trailed over his lean stomach, his abs rippling from heavy breathing, before landing upon his copper happy trail. You moved closer and hummed as you lightly moved your finger down the trail, stopping at the waistline of his pants. 

Yamato watched your every move like an assassin, focussed on every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your beautiful lips. He had admired your beauty from afar for too long, always too cowardly to admit his feelings to you. To him, you were an enigma; a muse sent from above that had somehow, some way, taken a liking to him. He didn’t know if your interest in him was the work of bored gods or of the universe itself, but he didn’t care - all he knew was that he would have you, for as long as you would allow him the pleasure of being able to orbit around your gravity’s pull, and he would do his best to keep you with him, even if it meant only being your friend. 

He had kept his distance while somehow getting so close to you. He knew every strength and every flaw; he knew your nightmares and your dreams; he knew your coffee order and your dark desires. He knew everything about you, and he loved you. His love for you burned him over and over but he didn’t mind walking through hell if it meant getting to have you in his life.

He watched your innocent eyes trail over his body as he drank you in like the sweetest wine money could buy. He examined your hips, your curved thighs, your soft tummy; the way you bit your bottom lip as your delicate finger left sparks along his midriff. He gripped your wrist and you let out a startled gasp, your eyes twinkling in the lights of his bedroom as you connected your gaze onto his. He felt a garden bloom within his heart as he moved forward and captured your warm lips on his; felt your souls intertwine together as he kissed you passionately, moving his hands to your back and unclasping your bra. It fell to your knees and he moved his way down your face, kissing along every inch of your skin, grabbing the bra and tossing it to the floor, before kissing between your breasts. 

You whimpered his name as he moved his hands up your body and gripped onto your tight nipples, his calloused fingers strangely gentle as he danced around your nubs gracefully, pangs of pleasure shooting throughout your stomach and into your brain with each flutter. He kissed his way to your breast, slowly trailing his hot mouth along each inch of your skin, teasing you.

“Y-Yam-” He rolled his hand to grip your stomach and licked your nipple, your words catching in your throat as you moaned through the sensation. He worked his tongue around your nipple, memorizing it, as he moved his other hand down to your soaked through panties. 

Your brain turned static as he pushed your back to the mattress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear as he slowly moved them down your thighs. He guided your hips up with his free hand, fully removing your panties, and the air became increasingly heavy as you heard his breathing become shallow. You wriggled beneath him and crossed your legs, suddenly embarrassed and trying to cover yourself, as Yamato clicked his tongue and aggressively pulled your legs apart.

“Don’t cover up,” He commanded. You felt your pussy quiver as you glanced up at him through your hair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“N-No,” You responded smally, twisting your arms over your body to hide from him. His toned and lean body was so picture-esque, he made you feel inferior by simply existing in his looming presence. Now that you were getting so intimate, your friend was suddenly intimidating to you; features that were once sweet Yamato were suddenly sensual Yamato, where his eyes were once harmonious they were now hungry. Every inch of your body yearned for him, but he was just so… sexy. You cast your gaze away from him and looked to the ceiling, trying your best to disappear into the bed.

“I’m sorry,” You scoffed, bringing your arm up and over your forehead. “I don’t know what came over me.” You felt hot tears welling in your eyes as you shut them tightly, your heartbeat surely audible in the quiet of the night. Yamato shifted above you as you heard rusting fabric and a small “ow”, before he laid next to you and cradled you to him like a small child. His legs wrapped around yours and you realized he had taken his pants off and you gulped down a ball of anxiety as you twisted in his embrace to face him fully.

“I want you,” He stated. His voice was raw and quivering. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.” He kissed you gently and you felt your body tense up. “But if it’s too much, we can just lay here tonight.” 

He traced the outline of your jaw and you felt something deep within you snap as you grabbed his hand and moved it down your body to your heat. You maneuvered his finger between your walls as you coated him with your arousal. Yamato groaned hoarsely and pushed another finger into you, twisting himself upwards and immediately hitting against your G-spot. 

“So wet,” He groaned, his chest heaving heavily as he kissed you deeply, his free hand circling between your shoulder blades.

Stars formed in your vision as your head fell forward and you moaned his name into his neck, your nails digging into his hip. He kissed the top of your head and you bit down on his collarbone as his thumb swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening harshly as you heard your name being husked, his voice breaking with each push of his slender fingers.

Your free hand found his dick and you wrapped your hand around it, coating yourself with his sweet pre-cum. He breathed out a praise as you grazed your fingertip over his slit and started matching his rhythm, each thrust of his fingers bringing out the raw nature of lust from within you as you ravished his cock in your hand. He was so big, it was hard for you to fully wrap your hand around him, but his gentle praises and heavy breathing were all the encouragement you needed. He grunted out your name as your pace increased, his finger movements becoming less deft, as you felt more pre-cum stick to your hand. 

“Fuck. Ya-Yamato, I’m-” 

“Captain.” He insisted, his thumb pressing into your clit harshly as his bedroom started twisting around you. “That’s Captain to you.” 

“Y-Yes, Captain,” You cooed as you felt his dick twitch in your hand, the coil inside your stomach finally springing. 

He twisted his free arm out from under you and pulled your hand away from him just as your orgasm exploded within you, pure white bliss enveloped your vision as Yamato sucked on your earlobe and continued circling his thumb over your clit. Your body rippled as you listened to his muffled chants, blood rushing to your ears and you felt like your body had lifted off the ground. That’s my girl - felt good, right? - you sound so fucking hot when you come.

He moved his head down your neck and kissed it, paying extra attention to your throbbing bruise he formed earlier, as he wrapped you in his arms and rolled on top of you. His fingers twisted throughout your hair, your rhinestones all askew as he fiddled with each glistening gem individually, kissing his way to your mouth. 

“Wanna fuck you,” He husked between gentle pecks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Fuck me, Captain,” You pleaded. “I’m-” He gripped your hands in one of his and brought them above your head, trapping them. “I’m on the pill.” 

Yamato smirked down at you as he ghosted his dick over your entrance. You could feel the heat of him course its way inside of you and shoot straight to your soul, melting you from the inside out as he bit his lower lip knowingly. 

“Will you- fuck-” Yamato pushed his head inside of you, slowly stretching out your walls, his girth shutting off your brain. “Feels good.” You murmured.

“Tell me what you want,” He groaned, slowly inching himself deeper. “I-I’m gonna fuck you hard. Say it while you can.”

Your heart nearly erupted in your chest as he increased the pressure in you, the power of his words almost spiraling another release from you. God, you wanted him to rail you. “C-Come in me,” You moaned as he pushed his full length into you and tightened his grip on your hands. “But…” You tongue peeked out from behind your lips at the pleasure of his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out. “Pretend like it was an accident.”

“Got it,” He gruffed. He pulled out of you slowly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with anticipation before he pushed into you, hard, rolling his mouth over yours as he fucked you. His dick was deep inside you, the curve of his tip twisting up into you like a tree growing roots as he rammed into you. Your mind was a blank canvas as you grunted out nonsense, each thrust turning your mind dumber until you could only think of him. 

Heavy breathing and thundering hearts bounced around the walls of his room as he licked the shell of your ear, the scent of sex lingering in the air as he bottomed out inside of you, his hot body cocooning you to him. You twisted your wrists in his tight hold, desperate to grab onto him, but he only increased the pressure of his hand over yours as he dick filled you to the brim. Your nose furrowed and sweat dripped down between your eyebrows as he rammed into you, wet squelching with each thrust echoing through his bedroom.

A chanting chorus of Captains and Feels so goods were like rain to his ears as he breathed heavily into the shell of your ear, increasing his pace as primal instinct took over. His cock felt like a tree as he planted himself inside you, wanting to coat your walls with his seed and forever be rooted within you. Your cries of pleasure melded together into a beautiful sonnet of ecstasy as he released your wrists and cupped his hand around your throat. Your mewls were the greatest gift he had ever received as your fingers intertwined into his hair, the tip of your cute nose pushing against his hair trying to signal for him to kiss you.

“You’re perfect,” He growled as he ghosted his lips over yours. You could feel the waves of lust ripple through your body as he nibbled your bottom lip. “I- fuck.” 

Your walls tightened around him as you pushed your hips upwards, thrusting him even deeper inside you until you morphed together into one being; your heart completely full as his warm lips brushed against yours. You twisted your legs around his calves, his grip around your throat tightening as he kissed you with ferocity, allowing your tongue to swirl around his as your body trembled from the power of another orgasm erupting throughout your soul. You felt your essence drip from you and slick its way along your thighs as he groaned into your mouth, a sensual sound that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Captain, p-please remember to pull out,” You lied, kissing him deeply as his cock trembled inside you. His lips ghosted over yours as he looked at you with appraising, half-lidded eyes. He bit his lower lip and his eyelashes fluttered shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he slowly toppled over the edge. 

Yamato repeated your name between curses as he spilled himself inside you, painting your pussy white as he feigned dismay. “I’m sorry - you felt so good. Couldn’t pull out.” He kissed you harshly as hot liquid pooled out of you and onto the bed sheets, his breathing ragged and gravelly, his hands trembling, as he continued to whisper apologies against your teeth.

“Shit,” You breathed. “What am I gonna tell my parents?” His head fell to the crook of your neck and he smiled against your skin as your heart rate slowed down to a normal pace.

“What am I gonna tell Sensei?” He joked, kissing your collarbone as he interlocked his fingers with yours. Light laughter filled the room as you came down from your highs. Yamato pulled himself out of you and rolled to the side, spooning you to him as he peppered your hair with kisses. 

Your phone started ringing from the kitchen and you felt Yamato’s body slip away from you, a gentle “I’ll get it” as he sauntered out of the room. He returned moments later with a bemused grin plastered on his face, sitting down next to you on the bed as he faced the Caller-ID towards you: Kakashi. You motioned with your hand for him to answer it and snickered like a school bully when his eyes widened and a look of horror flashed across his face. He shook his head vigorously and flailed his arms around as you reached for the phone, but ultimately he caved, allowing you to grab the phone. You tapped the answer button breathlessly as you ran your free hand along Yamato’s muscular forearm.

“Hi Kakashi,” You said, hitting the speaker button and grinning up at Yamato. His face was a beautiful shade of deep red, his hair disheveled and wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as the awkward silence over the phone sunk in and you felt your heart pitter-patter as Yamato kissed your jaw.

“Hi there,” Kakashi’s words slurred together lightly and you could practically smell the alcohol through the receiver. “Yamato hasn’t been answering. Are you two…” You heard faint giggling in the background and swatting, small ‘shut up’s, and then a cleared throat. “Sorry. Are you two together?”

Yamato nodded his head lightly as he trailed his hot mouth across your cheek, planting a kiss to your nose; his way of giving you permission. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you cleared your throat. 

“Yes,” Your voice quivered and you heard gasps from the other end of the receiver. 

“Will you guys leave us alone?” Yamato chided. “We’re busy.”

More shouts of ‘I knew it’s and pleas of ‘Let me talk!'s were heard before Kakashi’s docile tone responded, “Uh-huh.”

“We’ll have to raincheck,” You stated thickly as Yamato’s strong hand fondled your chest. “I-I’ve gotta go.” 

You heard Kakashi start to protest as Yamato ended the call and placed your phone onto the nightstand, a knowing smile growing across his gorgeous face, before he leaned in and kissed you lovingly. 

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