#her hands were so gentle but still firm n she kept pulling me against her GODDDDDD

[bimiio]

i love short butches but i need 2 start carrying around a step stool or smthn when i go out cuz kissing them when they’re all the way down there is such an awkward angle 4 my neck but how else am i supposed 2 close a 7 inch gap of distance!!!!😭 it’s not like they can just magically grow so it’s up 2 me🫡

[joostsblog]

joost klein x fem!reader who has a thing for his hands? loving when his hands wander all around her body.. fingering her during a pre-party then dragging her to hus room to finish the poor girl off both of them competing in eurovision

maybe joost even whispering things in her ear.. lots of neck kisses and reader wakes up in the morning neck, thighs, collarbones basically her whole body having hickeys ☺️

tysm if u do this

here you go :)

the one about his hands and also waking up covered in hickeys ~ joost klein smut

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Pairing: Joost Klein x fem!eurovision contestant!reader

Description: Only fantasising about Joost's hands just isn't enough. You need to get the fellow eurovision contestant to actually touch you where you need to be touched.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: in this version of eurovision no drama is happening, no dq etc, everything is just nice ❣️ i'm leaving for vacation tomorrow (to the netherlands actually lmao) so i probably won't be able to write anything for two week, i'm sorry babes :( filling up my inbox with requests, thoughts, feedback etc is still encouraged tho 💌

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, nsfw, fingering (f receiving), protected sex, piv, swearing, consumption of cigarettes, not proofread

His hands were the first thing you noticed about the man. The way he held out his hand in front of you, greeting you with a handshake (which you thought was a bit odd). His hand felt firm yet gentle in yours and you couldn't help but admire the digits tattooed on his fingers.

"Nice to meet you," he had smiled at you and your heart had fluttered just a bit.

Your quick infatuation with Joost and his hands really was poorly timed. You were at eurovision to represent your country and you were supposed to be on your best behaviour. Absolutely no distractions allowed. Too bad thoughts of the blonde dutch man doing ungodly things to you kept intruding into your mind.

So you really shouldn't be spending as much time with him as you did. Always finding an excuse to talk to him in between rehearsals or at breakfast (your favourite because it meant you saw Joost's messy hair in the morning and maybe sometimes you imagined your hands were the ones responsible for that). Your vocal coach would be furious with you if she found out that you had been starting to sneak off with Joost whenever he went for a smoke. Just talking and laughing with him as you watched him smoke. Always paying close attention to those hands when he lifted one of them to his mouth to take a drag in between sentences.

"I think I might be a bad influence on you," he said. "You need to take care of your pretty voice," he mused with a smirk and you swear you caught him eyeing you up and down.

"Don't worry about me, I'm already corrupted," you joked.

"Really, how so?" Joost asked with a grin.

You watched as Joost took another drag, his cigarette delicately placed between his fingers. Oh, what those hands could be capable of doing to you. You couldn't help but let your thoughts wander off again. You wondered how his hands would feel on your hips if you were sat on his lap, his hands guiding you to grind against him. How his hands would feel in your hair, pulling on it while his mouth would kiss along your neck. How his hands would on your throat while he would thrust into you. How his fingers would feel slowly pumping inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

Joost raised an eyebrow when he noticed your absent state.

"You will have to find out," you said smirking.

"Mysterious, I like it," Joost said and finished off his cigarette. "After you," he said after he opened the door. You walked past Joost and your hands lightly brushed against Joost's. Shivers on down your spine.

You decided that maybe the only solution to your problem was to actually get into Joost's pants. Because then all your thoughts and fantasies about the man wouldn't have to plague your mind anymore when they would become reality. So you decided you would do anything in your power to achieve your goal.

~

You were sitting across Joost in a waiting area. He was handsomely dressed in that black jacket with the dark europe tie and his glasses with the thick brims. His fingers were nervously playing with the cord of his headphones. He looked ravishing. You crossed your legs which caused your thighs to be on full display with the short skirt you were wearing. You hoped Joost would notice and maybe also think about how his hands would feel so good on your thighs (and other places also).

"Excited for tonight?" you asked Joost.

"Huh?" he asked confused.

"The semifinals preparty," you reminded him.

"Oh, yeah," he nodded as he remembered. "Are you gonna be there?" he asked.

"Only if you're there," you said and Joost smiled.

"Then I'll be there, anything for you," he said.

"Anything?" you asked cheekily. Joost narrowed his eyes at you and gave you a grin.

"You will have to find out."

~

Joost's eyes immediately landed on you as you saw him enter the party. You were swaying your hips to the beat, hands up in the air as you enjoyed yourself on the dancefloor. You grinned at Joost and he didn't need to be told twice as he made his way over to you. You wrapped your arms around Joost's neck to hug him hello, still swaying to the music. Instead of hugging you, Joost put his hands on your hips and smiled at you as he probably assumed you wanted to dance with him. You didn't complain. The thin fabric of your skirt didn't serve much as a barrier between your skin and Joost's grip and still you wished the skirt was gone. Your fingertips cautiously dipped into the hair at the nape of Joost's neck and Joost responded by pulling you closer to him. It still wasn't close enough. Joost leaned down to whisper into your ear.

"You look very nice," his breath ghosted over the skin on your neck and your breath hitched.

"You do too," you said and it was almost sweet. You needed to get him out of here as fast as possible. "You wanna go for a smoke?" you proposed.

"I don't have any cigs left," Joost said.

"I think I saw a cigarette vending machine in the lady's restroom," you said and took Joost's hand in yours to lead him through the crowd. As you reached the door to the restroom you could feel Joost hesitating. "Don't worry, there's no one inside," you said and scurried through the door frame. The door closed behind Joost and the music was reduced to some sounds in the distance. Beside the vanity was the vending machine you had spoken of.

"This is a condom vending machine," Joost stated.

"Oh," you giggled. You took out a euro from your purse and proceeded to buy one condom. "Well," you said as you took the condom from the slot. "There's always other vices you could indulge in instead," you smirked at him.

"What are you proposing?" Joost asked, his hand leaning against the wall beside you.

"What does it sound like I'm proposing?" you looked up at him, condom in hand.

Joost took the condom from your fingers and put it in his pocket before he leaned down and his lips crashed into yours. His right hand held the back of your head, the other grabbed you by your hips. Your lips hungrily moved in sync with each other before they opened and your tongues met. Your arms wrapped around Joost to pull his body closer to yours. You wanted him to feel your breasts pressed against his chest. You sighed into the kiss as you could tell that this kiss alone wouldn't satiate either of you. You blindly reached for the door of one of the stalls and pushed it open before you both stumbled into it.

You broke off the kiss briefly to lock the door of the stall, Joost's mouth eagerly kissing along your neck instead. His hands were resting on your waist, slowly pushing up the fabric of your top to reveal your stomach. You were pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall, not an inch left between you. Joost's lips found yours again. You opened your legs slightly so Joost's leg could slip in between yours. His right hand trailed down your hip until it rested on your upper thigh. You couldn't stop yourself from grinding your hip against Joost's thigh as vivid images of him fucking into you flickered through your mind. You moaned against Joost's lips as you desperately needed to make your wants known.

"I- I- I need," you tried to get out in between kisses. "I need you."

"You got me," Joost murmured against your skin as he kissed down your neck again. "Don't worry, m’en meisje."

His hand ghosted up your thigh and pushed up the hem of your skirt. Your arousal was hot with anticipation. As his hand reached your panties his fingers softly grazed over the fabric right where your clit was. Your hips bucked lightly and Joost grinned against the skin of your neck.

"So eager," Joost tutted.

His fingers carefully pushed your panties to the side until his fingers could dip into your folds. Your head fell back and you bit into your lip to stifle any moans you otherwise would have let out if you two were in private.

Your folds were slick with arousal eliminating any friction as Joost's fingers started circling your clit.

"You're so wet for me," Joost whispered against your ear. Your hands were desperately grabbing onto his shoulders, keeping yourself upright as your knees buckled. Joost's other hand was resting by your side, keeping you close to him. "So ready for me," he said, voice as soft as ever.

Joost stopped circling your clit and you almost let out a groan in frustration. His fingers inched closer to your entrance until they slipped inside of you. Your mouth slacked open, eyes tightly squeezed shut and Joost's hand caressing your side. Your nails dug into Joost's skin as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you.

"You feel so good," Joost murmured against your ear. "I bet you would feel so good around my cock." You let out a loud moan as his words triggered your vivid fantasy. "Would you like that?" Joost grinned against your skin. "Me fucking you properly?"

"God, Joost," you could only whimper.

"God, you're barely holding it together," Joost whispered. "You're so good for me," he said as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Suddenly you could hear the restroom door fling open and the voices of two women enter. Joost swiftly pressed his hand on top of your mouth but still continued moving his fingers inside of you. Your mind didn't even register what the voices outside the bathroom stall were talking about as all your mind was occupied with was Joost. Your body was trembling and you did everything in your power to keep yourself from orgasming right then and there as you knew that you would not be able to keep quiet through it. Joost pressed gentle kisses to the skin on your neck as your heavy breathing only intensified.

A few moments later the door closed and you were alone again. Just as you were about to allow yourself to climax Joost withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you trembling uncontrollably.

"Pleaseplease, Joost please," you could only press out. Joost's hand caressed your side and his lips trailed along your neck.

"Sshhh, mijn lieverd," Joost shushed, slowly brushing your hair behind your ear. "I need you to be a little bit more patient," he looked at you fondly. "I'm gonna take you back to my room and we're gonna do this properly." You let out a frustrated groan. You could feel your slick arousal almost dripping down your legs. Joost smoothed down your skirt and top (and his own pants that hid his raging boner) and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Come on," Joost said with a grin, his hand held out for you to take as you still stood there dumbfounded.

Reluctantly you took Joost's hand and let yourself be led outside the restroom. You didn't take too many steps before you noticed Mona, one of the stylists on your delegation come up to you.

"(Y/N)!" she hugged you. "How are you?" Mona asked and you just stared at her blankly for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I'm good," you managed to sound out. Mona raised her eyebrows amused.

"Are you drunk? I thought they didn't serve alcohol here," she laughed. Joost looked at you with a knowing smirk.

"Aaaww, she's just a little exhausted," Joost saved you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders playfully. "I was just gonna walk her to her room."

"Oh yeah, she probably just needs some rest," Mona agreed. "We need her on her best game tomorrow," she joked and squeezed your shoulder lightly. "See you tomorrow!"

"See you," you smiled weakly as Mona walked away. Joost giggled beside you. "Shut up," you said and rammed your elbow into his ribs.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Joost could barely close the hotel room door behind him before your lips were attacking each other again. Hands quickly roaming each other's bodies, grabbing onto any piece of clothing you could get a hold of to get rid of it. Joost's t-shirt was the first to go, swiftly followed by your top and bra. Your fingers fiddled with Joost's belt as the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell on it. You lay on top of it, only your short skirt covering you. Joost grinned down at you, observing your body spread out in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants before he joined you on the bed.

You anticipated his lips to press onto yours again but instead, they found your neck again. His hands held onto your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried them in his hair, softly massaging his scalp. As Joost situationed himself in between your legs you could feel his hard-on press against your vulva through the fabric of your clothes. You let out a moan and Joost hummed approvingly against your skin as you could finally voice your lust for him.

Joost's mouth slowly moved down to your collarbones, alternating between peppering your skin with kisses and sucking at it. His fingers found the hem of your skirt and as he kissed along down your body he pulled the skirt down as well until you were only left in your panties. Your chest was heaving with how heavy your breathing was, anticipating Joost's next move. You let out a groan as his lips connected with the skin of your inner thighs.

"Stop being such a tease," you groaned and Joost grinned against your skin. Joost's fingers hooked in your panties before he finally pulled them down.

"What is it that you want, mijn lieverd?" Joost asked innocently.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you moaned frustrated. "I want you to fuck me finally."

"With pleasure."

Joost got up from the bed and you watched as he got rid of his underwear and you admired his length.

"Hurry," you nagged and Joost rolled his eyes with a soft laugh before he put on the condom you had bought earlier and got back in bed.

"So needy," he tutted, his lips just softly grazing yours. You held onto Joost's shoulders, his hand holding the side of your face before he slowly pushed into you. Your eyes momentarily blacked out as the pleasure spread throughout your body. Joost grunted against your skin also being lost to the pleasure. "So good for me," he praised and you wondered how much longer you would be able to keep it together.

He started slowly moving in and out of you. The slow rhythm, your hands in his hair and his lips pressed to your neck made all of this almost romantic. You wrapped your legs around Joost's hips to help him penetrate into you even deeper. With your hands in his hair, you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head from where he was still kissing your neck until his lips found yours again. You moaned into the messy open-mouthed kiss before you softly pulled his hair again to make him look at you.

"Harder," you begged and Joost grinned at you.

Joost snaked his arm around your body to keep you in place, your bodies almost pressed against each other before he started pounding into you. Your nails dug into the skin on Joost's back as the moans tumbled out of your mouth uncontrollably. With each thrust, you were edging closer to your orgasm as Joost hit all the right spots inside of you. The sounds Joost was letting out of his mouth were heavenly, his grip on you dominant yet caring.

"You feel so good," Joost grunted and the sound of his voice pushed you over the edge.

Your back arched off the bed, your breath hitched and your muscles clenched until the wave of pleasure crashed down over you and you came with a series of obscene moans. As you were still riding out your high you noticed Joost's thrust becoming slopier and his moans louder until he came with stuttering hips and plopped down beside you.

You looked at each other breathing heavily and both let out a soft laugh. Joost lifted his arm to invite you to cuddle up to him. You rested your head on Joost's shoulder, your fingers softly drawing along the lines of Joost's tattoo on the side of his stomach.

"Was this okay?" Joost asked. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," you smiled. "This was perfect."

~

The ringing of your alarm on your phone woke you two up in the morning. Your limbs were entangled with Joost's, his heartbeat steady where your hand was laid on his chest. Joost rubbed his eyes, his hair messy and you never saw him look any cuter.

"What's this?" he complained before you got out of bed to turn off your alarm. As you turned around to face Joost again you noticed his eyes widen in shock. You stopped.

"What's up?" you asked blushing as Joost stared at your naked body. Confused you looked down your body and let out a gasp. "Fuck fuck fuck," you whispered, your hand in front of your lips. "This is bad." You sat down on the edge of the bed and you could feel Joost shift behind you to get closer to you. You looked down at your thighs which were littered in pink and purple hickeys. You desperately rubbed your fingers over them as if doing that could help you get rid of them.

"Oh, liefde," Joost said, his hand cautiously resting on your waist. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," you laughed unconvincingly, trying to calm yourself down. Joost's fingers softly grazed your collarbones and you looked down only to discover even more hickeys. "Oh god," you groaned.

"On your neck as well," Joost said meekly.

You put your face into your hands and cursed yourself for having chosen a very revealing stage outfit. "It's fine," you actually laughed this time.

"Are you sure?" Joost looked at you like a puppy who had just been caught breaking an expensive vase.

"Yes," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Nothing some good foundation and an impromptu costume change can fix," you said although you already dreaded what you would have to tell your delegation about those hickeys. You leaned forward to gently kiss Joost's lips. "It was worth it," you said after pulling back and Joost gave you the proudest sweetest smile you had ever seen. Definitely worth it.

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! i saw the other request and this came to mind!

reader and reid are in a situationship (not relationship) one night reader gets drunk and kisses someone else and reid sees it and gets jealous and kinda disappointed?? but he has to take her home, she asks him to stay but he doesnt wants to cajse hes mad Andd idk something like that but with happy ending pls 😩 if u dont want to dont do it Its ok <3 <3

Ofc i want to <3

You and Spencer had quite a unique relationship. At work you two were professional coworkers who were also good friends, but behind closed doors you two could be considered as more than friends. Cuddling, the occasional kiss or two or full blown making out, it was something you two kept to yourself. You both previously had bad luck in the romance game and would agree to keep things casual, nothing serious but as humans are, have a need for love and care, both of you agreed to offer it to one another.

It was hard to keep it to yourselves at times. Sometimes you had a desperate need to be in Spencer’s arms, but you were at work and had to keep your needs to yourself until both you and Spencer were in the safeness of your four walls.

One night you and the team headed out for drinks to celebrate a case that took over 3 months to solve. You were going to get wasted and if you were going to end up getting all touchy feely with Spencer you could attest that it was the alcohol talking, a solid alibi and no one would think that there was something going on between you and your close coworker.

Some hours in and a few cocktails and shots later, the booze had taken its effect and made you into a giggly and affectionate mess. After your first drink you were slightly cuddling into Spencer’s side, but now you had your arms wrapped around his neck and occasionally pressed a few kisses against his cheek.

"Who knew Y/N was so affectionate,” Emily laughed.

“Yeah what’s a man gotta do to have ‘em here all up in my arms,” Derek chimed in.

You scoffed and tightened your hold on Spencer’s neck, “If you know how to turn yourself pretty like Spencer over here, then you can give me a call.”

The whole team chuckled and a blush creeped on Spencer’s cheeks, although he did love the affection he was receiving from you he was a bit nervous about your little shared secret coming to light.

“Y/N, hey, I’ll get you some water okay? I don’t want you to have too bad of a headache in the morning.”

“Fineee,” you pouted as Spencer lightly took a hold of your hands and unraveled them from around him. You watched as he walked off and chuckled to yourself as your eyes did land on his rear, and you liked what you saw.

In your head for what seemed like 10 minutes, which was probably only 2, you stood up and headed towards the bar to find your special friend. You leaned your arms on the counter to try and steady yourself and felt a hand on your arm.

“Hey, you okay there?”

You nodded and looked up to see Spencer looking at you with concerned eyes, or what looked to be Spencer. Your vision was a bit blurry, but you could still make out the sharp jawline and brown eyes that you adored.

“I missed you.”

“Did you?” the man chuckled and caressed your arm.

You nodded and leaned closer and pecked his lips lightly, which turned into a deeper kiss a moment later.

All of a sudden you felt yourself be pulled back by a forceful tug, “What’re you doing?!”

You looked up and saw a very clearly heated Spencer, his eyebrows were furrowed and you could make out a vein protruding from the side of his forehead, the man you had just kissed was not him.

“Spence I-”

“I’m taking you home, now.”

Spencer’s grip on your arm was gentle yet firm as he dragged you to the table the team was sitting at, took your coat and said good night to everyone, before turning around with you in his arms and headed to his car.

The ride back to your apartment was silent. You may have been inebriated, but you could tell that Spencer was pissed. Why should he be though? You weren’t a couple so what’s the problem? Well, the boundaries you both set up were kind of blurry and over time you both seemed to cross them more and more. You wouldn’t be able to lie to yourself that you didn’t feel something towards him if you were to see Spencer kissing someone else, the thought made your stomach churn, or maybe that was the alcohol? No, this was different.

After helping you up the stairs, lying you down on the couch and draping a blanket over you, Spencer turned on his heel and turned towards the door.

"Spence, wait!”

Spencer turned around and clenched his jaw as he glanced at you, you had never seen him be this pissed off.

“I thought that it was you I… I’m sorry,” tears pricked to your eyes and your voice wavered, you couldn’t lose him, not right now.

Spencer sighed and cast his eyes down before slowly moving towards your way and sat down next to you. You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you gently, one of his hands cradling your head.

"Please stay.”

Spencer nodded and tightened his hold on you, “I will sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Soon enough you fell asleep on his shoulder and Spencer moved so you both were laying down on the couch. He pulled the blanket over both of you and pulled you close to his chest, kissing your head and smiled when he felt you nuzzling into his neck.

Spencer knew that he couldn’t keep this up any longer, his feelings for you had grown quite strong and he didn’t want to keep sneaking around. He knew that it wasn’t other people’s business as to what was going on in his love life, but it felt unfair on you and him that he had to keep this under wraps when you were the reason he was so happy after a long while.

He sighed as he caressed your back and admired your peaceful face. This was it, he had to talk to you in the morning.

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(A/n) ➳ Five chapters down, six more to go! Yep this series is meant to be eleven chapters. I think I made Daryl not Daryl. I don’t know if that made sense but I hope it does.

Word Count ➳ 840

Content Warnings ➳ Womanizer Shane, talks of marriage, unrequited love, rejection, light sexual content, swearing, OOC/Soft Daryl…

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YOU STARED AT THE RECENT TEXT FROM AMY.

You wanted to huff, but you sat across from Shane whose eyes remained on you. His gaze made you sit up unconsciously and uncomfortably, even when you looked out at the window beside you, his gaze never moved.

The two of you sat in silence, utensils clicking against plates and the gentle sounds of the neighboring tables. It wasn’t until Shane’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“I remember you sayin’ you wanted to travel. Do you still have those plans?”

You shrugged, tearing into the steak with your fork and knife. “Hard to say, money has been tight. I’m surprised you even remember that, I don’t.”

“It was the night we all went to the drive-in theater. You sounded so happy ‘bout it.” Shane reached into his wallet, pulling out a photo of said night.

You looked up at the sky, a wide smile on your face. You wore a thick jacket that you had a feeling that it was Shane’s. You could barely see Rick and Lori, both of them eating each other’s faces.

“You kept this? Why?”

“Memories, I like to keep ‘em close.” He replied, pulling the photo back into his wallet. “And I wanted to travel with you.”

“Ever tell that to the girls who cling to your arm?” You lifted an eyebrow, brought the piece of steak to your lips, eating it. “Who would’ve gotten angry? Susie? Jamie? Or Scarlet? She would’ve become a storm.”

Shane’s eyes flickered with regret. “Should’ve known you’d never let that go. I know I ain’t ever shown you that I do love you, but I’m ‘ere how. I ain’t got plans to go anywhere without you. Even if I’m second-”

“Stop. Jus’ stop.” You dropped your fork and knife, running your hands over your face. “I-I can’t, Shane. I won’t. I ain’t gonna put you through the pain of being with me. I ain’t gonna do it, you can’t convince me.”

You don’t see the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched. “I love you, (Y/n). I’m willin’ to make this work.”

“But I ain’t. I can’t love how a wife should love her husband.” Your heart raced but you tried to sound stern and remain firm in your decision. “You are my friend and that’s all.”

You reached into your purse and took out enough to cover your portion to cover your meal. You dropped it into the table and stood, eyes locking with Shane’s.

“I’m sorry Shane.” You slipped on your jacket. “I hope you can understand.”

Without another word, you walked out of the restaurant. You walked into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaning against a random car and fumbling with your phone.

You did it. You finally did it. You should’ve felt clear by now, like weight was taken off your back. But why was your heart still racing? Why were you worrying about the opinions of Lori and Rick? What would they say now?

You knew what they wanted for you. It was probably a dream they wanted. High school sweethearts friends with high school sweethearts. So the friend group would still be together.

You dialed Daryl’s number. After a few rings, Daryl answered, his voice rough and warm. “Hey-”

“Tell me this ain’t bullshit.” You cut him off. “Tell me that all of this isn’t for fun. That I’m not some other girl.”

“Y’know, the bar ain’t the first time I saw ya. I came into the diner late, saw ya.”

“Really? What was I wearing?”

“Ya was comin’ out of a room. White shirt, black skirt, boots, with hooped earrings that shined. Ya was standing next to a blonde.”

“Yeah, Annie. I was leavin’ my shift. You must’ve been lookin’ at her who’s better than me.”

“Ya seriously think that?”

“Yeah, so why ain’t you hookin’ up with her?”

“‘Cause she looked miserable. Didn’t matter how much that woman smiled, it was fake. And at the bar, it wasn’t fake. Ya were where you wanted to be, I swear to ya. I ne’er met anyone like ya and it makes me want to enjoy life again… (Y/n)?”

Daryl had brought you back to your place. His hands are carefully slipping off your shirt, dragging his hands over your exposed skin.

“Am I gonna be some other guy to you?” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending chills.

“Never. ‘Cause I know you.”

He hummed, planting kisses down your neck, chest, and down to your stomach. “Do ya now?”

“There’s more to you.” Daryl lifted his head, coming back up. You take it as a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can see past the cold face you put on. Like at the bar. But everytime you were with me, you ain’t a hardass.”

Daryl chuckled in response. “Ya gettin’ yerself into deep shit, only a fool would.”

“Could a fool fall in love?”

“Yer a hopeless woman.”

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[romanoffsbish]

My Heart—It Beats For You

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Angsty

Tropes: Dying love confession, miraculous save.

Requested by: @deadlynightshade418

It wasn't going well for you on the fourth floor of this Hydra building, you'd been sent here alone by the ill informed Captain America. Meant to disarm the bomb, while Natasha, Steve, and Tony all handled the goons below. Except there were goons everywhere around you—they had you cornered within seconds, and there wasn't much you could do now.

"Y/L/N, what's the hold up? We still need to collect the information on the fifth floor!," Natasha, who was in charge of said extraction, barked into the coms over a grunt, and when met by your silence she grew worried., "Y/N?," her heart stilled at your continued silence, you were never one to ignore a page, yet here you were ignoring her and it left her feeling uneasy.

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"Steve, something's wrong.," she concludes, and before the man could wave off her worries she was abandoning her post and trudging up the flights of stairs to reach you. Only to burst through the door to find you crumpled on the floor, surrounded by an ever flowing puddle of your own blood., "Dear God, what happened?"

Natasha surveyed the room, noticing that whomever was here had already vacated, with her body now kneeled beside yours her hands were careful when flipping you onto your back, and she nearly failed to keep herself composed. The entirety of your face was stained crimson, and there were marks all over your now bare arms, the suit you're in now partially torn.

"Y/N. We have to go.," she tapped your face a few times, the sticky feeling of your blood on the pads of her fingers enough to make her nauseous, but it settles once your eyes open., "Am I in Heaven?," you smiled dopily up at the redhead., "I always knew you were an angel."

In any other case the woman would blush, hell, she'd even flirt back with you as is her norm. But in this moment she can't even return your smile, because judging by your smiling face things were not looking promising for you., "Hey, tell me, can you feel your legs?," she gripped on to your calf tightly over your suit, and she could feel her resolve breaking when you gasped in pain., "Ow, Natty that hurts..."

With quick precision she evaluated the rest of your wounds, using gauze from her thigh pouch that she kept around for moments like this she shoveled it in wherever she deemed appropriate, then she gave you a soft smile., "It's going to be okay krasivaya, don't worry."

Natasha was short on time, but she was still gentle as ever when pulling you onto your feet, her heart absolutely breaking as you whimper., "I know honey, but we have to go.," she gazed over to see the bomb ticking., "Guys, vacate the building, I have Y/N, but she's in no condition to handle the bomb.," your body jolted out of her hold at the reminder of your job, but her arm looped back around your waist and pulled you into her., "Natty, let me go, I can't fail you."

"Look at me.," her hand was firm, but gentle as she gripped your chin., "You could never fail me, well unless you were to die, so let's go.," your lip wobbled., "B-but the mission...," she was growing impatient., "Doesn't matter!," her demeanor left no room for argument, and quite frankly you were too tired., "Hold on tight.," her hand was now firmly placed over your hip, holding you against her while simultaneously covering one of your many bleeding wounds as she hurriedly rushed out of the room.

She really hated how you were about to risk it all for fear of not being enough, and for her at that—you were absolutely everything to her, but she sees now that she didn't tell you that. The love she held for you wasn't exactly locked away, but it wasn't something she outright said and now she is really regretting holding out as your body slumps even further into her own., "Natty, I'm tired...," the ground slightly shook, signaling the bombs minute mark., "Fuck."

Natasha wasn't showing it, but the woman was freaking out because though neither of you would lose limbs, you were still too close to the activation sight to leave unscathed and you quite frankly couldn't handle anymore damage. Even in your loopy state, you were painfully aware of your survival odds., "Natasha.," she grunted while dragging your nearly lifeless body down the mile long hallway towards the fire escape., "You need to leave me behind."

"Don't be fucking ridiculous.," she only sped up as the anger provided her the energy., "You're not allowed to die, I forbid you from doing so."

"Nat, we both know.," you were cut off by a harsh coughing, splatters of blood following and serving to finish off your sentiments., "I don't know a damn thing Y/N, other than that you said you didn't want to fail me—so don't.," she felt her own heart crack at her harshness, but the desperation to keep you alive fueled her entirely, and it caused you to shut your mouth in a faux show of giving in, but your mind consistently shouted at you, protect her...

Being well aware of the previous shake you knew the both of you wouldn't make it, so in a quick surge of adrenaline you abruptly shifted to behind the redhead, catching her off guard you spun her around and pulled her head into your chest just in time for the harsh explosion. Your bodies catapulted through the door that led to the fire escape, and Natasha placed her hands over your head in a desperate attempt to protect at least a part of you from any impact.

Once the both of you came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs you were thrown down she immediately overlooked the pain radiating from her entire body to shimmy out of your hold and look you over. Her lip trembling as she took in the shrapnel that now littered your exposed arms, and jammed into your back. Leaning against the brick wall she lifted your head to place it on her thigh for comfort

"Guys?.," she coughed harshly, her voice now raspy from the smoke and pain., "Please, you have to help. Y/N's not doing well, hurry..."

"Nat?," her entire body stilled when you spoke, she lifted her head off the wall and peered down at you., "Y/N/N?," she couldn't hide the waver in her voice, and she also didn't want to., "I-I love you Natty.," you brokenly sobbed., "Detka, please be quiet—save your strength."

"No, I-I'm dying Nat, and I need to say this.," her fists and jaw clenched., "No, you're not!"

"Nat, I love you with all of my heart, and I'm sorry I never said it. I always chickened out, because I.," you were interrupted by a harsh fit of coughs, your heart very well breaking when you heard her sobbing., "Y/N/N, please..."

"Because, well, I thought we had time Nat.," your hand slowly began to move about, and the redhead desperately moved to hold it., "It was really a naive mindset to have, judging by our line of work alone it was a bad call to make."

"We still have time.," she squeezed your hand, and willed her words to be true with every fiber of her being., "I hope so too, because I am not finished loving you yet Natalia—you're like my freaking soulmate.," you chuckled tiredly., "But if I don't make it, please don't stop living Nat."

“Live like you’re dying.,” you teasingly slur but the redhead couldn’t bring herself to laugh, not when there was so much left unsaid between you two—a life un-lived..., “I love you Natty.,” and with a final whisper of your love you slump fully into the ground, mind succumbing to the alluring void and the redhead sobs against you.

“I-I love you Y/N/N, please… Don’t leave me.,” a wave of intense nausea rolls through her, and she leans back into the wall to compose herself, and just as her eyes were shutting she heard a loud thud, and just as quickly as she’d fallen back she sat back up in a defensive stance., “Fucking finally.,” she cried out as she saw her teammates at their side., “Take Y/N, now!”

Tony kneeled down, then jabbed a mysterious needle into your neck, but Natasha didn’t feel the need to question him. You meant the world to more than just her, the team took to you fast, so she knew he was only trying to help., “Please.,” he lifted his mask briefly after her choked out pleading, nodding to the redhead in obvious understanding, then in the next second he was propelling through the murky sky with your near to lifeless body draped over his arms.

“Natasha.,” Steve went to help her up but she shoved him off., “No, I knew it was a bad idea, but you assured me she’d be fine.,” she hissed., “Steve—For your sake she better fucking be.,” the woman hobbled down the steps after her not so subtle threat was relayed, refusing his offerings for assistance with every reach out, and once she made it to the jet she collapsed.

Sobs wracking her brutalized body as she was only able to see yours when her eyes closed., “Please be okay moya lyubov’, we were only just getting started…,” as the jet lifts off the ground she closes her eyes in the hopes of finding relief in the darkness, and for a fleeting moment she manages to find it as a memory of your smile replays in her foggy mind.

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When Steve landed the redhead jumped to her feet, stumbling down the ramp as soon as she was able to, and only stopping when Clint and Yelena pulled her tightly into them., “Sestra, the only way you can help Y/N, is if you help yourself.,” she tried to shrug them off, but it was to no avail as her entire body betrayed her.

“I-I need to get to her, please, she shouldn’t be alone.,” she cried., “She hates the hospital.”

The duo share a look, the younger blonde nods, then shifts to her sister., “I know, but she hates you being hurt more. So go get checked out, I’ll sit in her waiting room.,” the stubborn woman went to shake her head, but then Yelena settled her forehead against hers and softly whispered, “So mnoy ona v bezopasnosti Natalia.”

(She’s safe with me Natalia)

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After two hours in Cho’s miracle cradle, and a more thorough check up Natasha was cleared. Just as soon as the words left Bruce’s lips she was off to the waiting room where she found a pensive Yelena stood talking to your doctor.

“It was touch and go, but we were able to get all of the bleeding under control, and her many wounds stitched up.,” Natasha could feel an almost sense of relief wash over her at his words., “However, she’s still not in the clear, her heart repeatedly stopped, so she’s under intense observation for the next 48 hours.,” and just as fast her heart sank to the pit of her stomach—you weren’t safe, and there was nothing she could do to make you as such.

Yelena immediately caught her sister as she was falling into a heap on the floor., “I-I love her so much.,” the blonde pulled her into her chest., “I know Nat, everyone does.,” she shook her head., “She doesn’t, I-I need her to know.”

Yelena looked to her sister incredulously., “Natalia, she knows.,” Nat began to chew on her lower lip., “No… She didn’t, she confessed to me, but it almost felt like she was unsure if I’d love her back.,” her brows furrowed as she remembered just a few hours back., “Which is totally crazy, right? Because I don’t let anyone else call me Natty, or ever hug me at random. I don’t ever cuddle up to anyone else. I-I.”

“She knows Nat…,” Yelena reaffirms her belief., “She just wanted to hear you say it aloud.,” the redhead looks at her in fearful disbelief., “Oh my gosh, I have to go, I need to tell her!,” she jumped to her feet, then after finding out what room you were in she ran down the hallways.

“Kakiye idioty.,” the blonde shook her head with an amused smile as she saw her sister go.

(What idiots)

Natasha enters your room just as the nurse exits, the space is dark—just as your prognosis was, but the lights of your various monitors illuminates your face enough for her to see just how much damage you really took out there. Marred as you were, there was still so much for her to marvel at, like the rise and fall of your chest reassuring her of your continuing life.

Natasha pulled up a chair, wincing at the sound of it scraping across the floor of your painfully quiet room. She settles down beside you and grabs your hand., "Privet krasivaya...," a bitter smile overtakes her face as she remembers all the times you'd get flustered by the simple phrase in the past., "I-God, I don't know what to say here...," she squeezes your limp hand for comfort, and tried to calm down.

A reminiscent smile befalls her face as her mind begins to run wild with memories of you two together...

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"H-hi.," you extended your hand out, waiting patiently for the intimidating redhead to take it into hers, but it quickly dropped when she only stared at you—menacingly., "You're late cadet."

"I know, I'm terribly sorry ma'am, but...," you began to ramble, the leading agent went to cut you off, but you were proving too intriguing not to hear out so she simply leaned back and observed the way you frantically rambled on.

"I swear I left my house on time miss. I’d stopped to get breakfast, because it’s the most important meal of the day you know, and well today’s so very important so obviously I needed to fuel my body. Then, after I went to leave the shop I took a right instead of left and found myself a bit lost.,” she held back her smirk in favor of stoicism, but she also felt a fluttering within her stomach at the sight of your adorably furrowed brows and scrunched nose.

“But get this, it was like fate called me that way because I found a box of abandoned kittens spilled out onto the sidewalk and into the gutter. No way could I just leave the precious babies behind so I rushed them back to my apartment, set them up with some warm blankets, and then I raced here, but —.”

“Enough.,” she sent you a pointed stare, and with the raise of her hand she had you hushed., “Agent…,” you hesitated, but her nod told you to speak, so you answered in a awkward way., “Y/L/N—Y/N Y/L/N.,” she bit back a chuckle, she found your Bond-esque answer endearing.

“Well, Agent Y/L/N, now that you’ve wasted fifteen minutes of my class, do you think you can join the rest of your fellow cadets?,” she held her stoicism up, commanding respect from all present, but she didn’t miss the way your lip wobbled slightly, or the way that it honestly broke her heart to see it., “Shit…”

Natasha had never felt such a warmth before, and definitely not after just meeting someone. There was an honest remorse within her when she watched you running around gloomily, and though against her better judgment there was a pull in her heart telling her she needed to make it right with you somehow; you were special.

When the class ended Natasha stopped you., “I’m sorry Miss Romanoff, it won’t happen again, I promise.,” she nodded, then in a shocking way she smiled at you., “Hey Y/N.,” you hummed in lieu of words, completely awestruck that she’d addressed you without formalities., “Did you happen to see a black cat in the litter by chance?,” you nodded instantly, and you felt your entire body warm up when she met you with a genuine lopsided smirk. There was something so beautiful about it, and having it aimed at you truly felt like a dream.

“Lead the way then detka.,” Natasha held the door open for you, so you swiftly exited, and she followed you out, then she escorted you to her corvette stingray. The woman watched you in amusement as you stared in awe at her car., “Shall we go then Y/N?,” you hopped in, then settled into the seat with an appreciative sigh., “Thanks for the ride Miss—.,” “Natasha.”

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Natasha shut her file as she heard the incoming pattering of your distinct steps., "Natty! Look!," the woman gazed up at you fondly from her desk with a bright smile, one that you had never realized was only ever present for you., "Let me see.," she playfully snatched the paper from your hands and began to read it over.

"Congratulations Y/N/N.," she stood to level with you, instantly huffing in faux annoyance when your body giddily collided with hers, but in direct contradiction she hugged you tight., "Drinks?," she proposed, then watched you look at her questioningly., "What? We must celebrate your rank climbing somehow, hm?"

"But Natty, you're my commanding officer.," you looked up at her puzzled and she simply smirked down at you., "Y/N, I don't just let my cadets call me Natty, and I haven't been your boss since I left for the Avengers Initiative.," you pulled back with an understanding nod, and before you could start to ramble like she knew you would she asked again., "Drinks?"

You nodded sheepishly, your nerves obvious, and the redhead smiled back at you softly., "Right answer detka.," she winked at you, then she slipped her leather jacket on, and in a moment of bravery she slid her hand into yours, tugging you out of the room and while you wore your surprise outwardly, internally her heart was hammering against her ribcage, and in combination you were gay messes... 

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Natasha was anxiously waiting in the compound's living area, in her casual attire and with a book in hand. Her outward facade was calm and collected, nothing would give away that she'd been internally freaking out at the prospect of seeing you again. It'd been months since she'd been by Shield's headquarters, she hadn't found the time even though she missed you terribly, and it appears fate was on her side for once because you're currently on your way.

During her busy months you'd apparently been nothing more than impressive, climbing even more ranks, and reaching the point where Fury felt you'd be a much better fit for the Avengers. Someone to help make up for the consistent absence of one Mr. Hawkeye, and seeing as how you'd been trained in many areas you brought a skillset beyond Natasha's combat.

When Natasha was falling asleep last night she got an unusual text from you., "Red or White?," she'd rubbed away the tiredness instantly for a chance to talk to you, and talk she did as you answered the phone without any hesitation., "I'm never opposed to a good glass of rosé detka, but I'd need to know the occasion.," and when she heard you practically scream out why her body shook with equivalent excitement.

“Welcome to my compound Agent Y/L/N.,” Natasha heard Tony’s uninterested voice as he guided you down the hallway, her face fell at the notion that one could be so displeased to be with you so she cut him off in the hallway., “Yeah, welcome.,” she smirked when you dropped your bag and catapulted into her., “Natty—I missed you so freaking much!”

Too focused on embracing one another the two of you failed to see the entirety of the team now in the hall, and their varying faces of shock., “Did this tiny human not lose any limbs?!,” Thor boomed, though he meant to whisper.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at the men in the hall, her hand holding you close, preventing you from witnessing her looming glare, and you held no complaints with being in her arms. It worked too because all of them swiftly left besides your tour guide., “I’ll continue the tour Stark, I’m sure your precious lab needs you.”

“Natty…,” you giggled after the man too left in a hurry, and her heart beamed, she’d missed that sound so much that it physically hurt., “Why are you being so mean, hm?”

“Detka—trust me.,” she smirked at you as she went to throw your bag over her shoulder, then in a flash she was reaching out for your hand., “They need to be kept in line, be too nice to them and they’ll never leave you alone again.”

“They seem very nice Natty.,” she shrugged., “Maybe, but we both know I’m nicer.,” her eyes were full of tease, just begging for you to bite back., “To look at maybe.,” she gasped at your backhanded compliment, then she shook her head when you ran ahead of her to avoid any reprimanding., “Detka! Where are you going?”

“Not sure, how about you come and find me?,” the woman chuckled., “Game on!,” she set off at a slow pace, giving you a hell of a head start, but it was all in vain because the moment that she rounded the corner you pounced on her back and settled right down., “You little shit.,” you yawned dramatically against her shoulder., “Onward my trusty steed.,” for emphasis you even slapped her ass and she was stunned, and eternally grateful you didn’t see her blushing.

Natasha groaned., “You’re lucky you’re cute.,”her arms hooked under your thighs, and she began to carry you off to the elevators., “Don’t worry Natty—you’ll always be my number one.”

The tired reassurance made her eyes water, the fact that she was your favorite person always came at a surprise to the woman, and she never would take it for granted., “Good, because I don’t like to share. You were mine first detka.,” your heart skipped at her soft possession of you, an all too overwhelming feeling of hope filled your chest at the idea of one day being hers in totality., “All yours Tasha.,” and for a moment she allows herself to believe it too.

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"Psst... Natasha.," the woman turned her head to acknowledge Wanda, but she said nothing., "Either you ask her out, or I will.," the witch was honestly tired of watching you two avoid the elephant in every room—your chemistry. No one else on the team, not even Clint could make the redhead laugh like you do, or better yet no one's allowed to call her out of her name besides the two of you, the one time Tony had mimicked your 'Natty,' was the day the man almost lost his ability to walk for good.

"Wanda.," she sighed heavily, her eyes once again finding you as you animatedly told her sister a story with your hands, and when she saw Yelena laugh—genuinely, she fell harder., "I can't possibly do that.," still, she denied her feelings as if it were her day job, because you were the sun, and she would be your eclipse.

"You two are good together Natasha, stop running because time doesn't stop, and in this line of work of ours it's even more precious.," the witch gets to her feet, shifting on the balls of them to face the redhead., "You're not the darkness you like to think you are Nat, you're kind, but more importantly you're deserving."

"Love—it's not something that judges, it's ever understanding, and it's unmistakably warm.," she smiles softly down at the elder woman., "All that you two are is warm when you're together, we all see it, the way she shines that much brighter just because you enter the room. It's truly a shame you haven't already seen it.," and with a firm squeeze to her shoulders she's telling the ex-assassin to get it together.

Natasha watches you filter the room, and her heart stills when a smile only graces your face when your eyes finally find her own., "Fuck.," the words a whisper as she feels the warmth spread, and when you begin to make your way over to her she decides to meet you halfway., "Drinks?," you smile widely., "Snacks?!," she nods and you race out of the room cheerily.

Wanda smirks in triumph at the woman who's jade eyes sparkled while watching you retreat, the love she held for you was abundantly clear. Natasha rolls her eyes at her, then takes her leave in search of the finest wine in the cellar. Finding you sat on her bed surrounded by bags of trash she shakes her head amusedly, then she settles besides you to gaze at the screen.

"Princess and the Frog or," you shift to face her to better express your excitement., "Tangled.," she hums thoughtfully, then shrugs., "Both?," she smirks as your body shakes., "All nighter?"

Natasha nods, then swiftly settled her glass down just in time to catch you in a hug. She'd suffer through a dinner cooked by Tony himself if it would be enough to make you this happy. So sitting through an array of Disney princess films was nothing, especially when she knew you'd not even last through one of them.

After Tiana and Naveen shared their true loves kiss Natasha found herself wiping away at a few tears before instinctually staring down at you. She was more than grateful that you weren’t awake to see her cry, because she knew you’d only make her cry harder with your never ending well of kindness and warmth. A chuckle flew passed her lips when realizing she cried over a Disney film, she just knew Yelena would call her a sap, but there was just something about their journey through adversity ending in such majestical ways. It filled her with hope.

“Goodnight detka.,” she whispered while shifting her body down to face yours. She slipped the remote from your hand, putting an end to the movie ‘marathon,’ then after settling it down behind you her fingers, as light as a feather, traced over the outline of your face in a moment of pure admiration. After tracing the entirety of your face she settled a soft kiss to your nose, then with an arm over your waist she pulled you in close., “YA tebya lyublyu.”

One day she resolves, she’ll say it aloud, to your face and in a language you’ll understand. Then, in true fairytale fashion you’ll say it back, and the two of you will run off into the sunset…

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...just blips in time that would prove to never be enough now that she's facing your body. Because not even a week after Wanda reminds her of how fleeting time can be she's seeing just how true that is as it unfolds before her eyes.

Natasha releases a shaky breath, but before she could even monologue to your unconscious form she freezes. Every machine in your room begins to go haywire, the gravity of the truth not lost on her as people rush into the room., "No...," she shrugs the person off, and pushes through the doctors to get to you., "No, do you hear me Y/N?! You don't get to die!," she fails to contain her sobs., "Not before I get to love you like I always should've.," her fist slams into your chest for emphasis, and in a flash your body jolts off the lumpy mattress with a gasp.

Everyone in the room freezes, a nurse resettles her paddles onto the machine, and after an awkward moment of silence the medical team slowly filter out of the room when you appear fine, some even scratching their heads as they ponder how she'd just loved you back to life...

"Water.," you croak out the request, and the redhead is quick to adhere to it., "Thanks Nat."

The redhead smiled down at you, her hand hovering over your face, and you shiver at the warmth she radiates to your unusually cold body., "You scared me Y/N.," her tone was heartbreakingly low, something you'd never heard before with the usually stoic redhead., "I'm not equipped to live without you Y/N/N, I've done it before, but I couldn't do it now."

For a moment you just stare up at her blankly, this was feeling like a dream, and now you are left to wonder if this was heaven because why is she all of a sudden confessing this to you. Then within a blink you start to remember the mission, everything you endured, how it felt, and that final nth hour moment where you confessed your undying love for a colleague.

"Nat, I-I'm so—.," she cut you off with a finger to your lips, she watched your eyes as you had your little epiphany, and she didn't want to hear a single apology., "Shh, detka please, there isn't a need to apologize here, not for anything. Do I make myself clear?," you squeaked out a muffled yes, and the redhead smiled., "Good."

"I love you too Y/N, and not in the you're my very best friend way, because not only would Clint be offended, but that just isn't the case.," she pulled her finger from your lip using it to turn your head to face her as she sat down., "I'm completely, head over heels in love with you Y/N, and this has been a long time coming. You've been in my life for five years now, and I have never known anyone as pure as you."

There was a sadness in her tone as she spoke that made your weakened heart tremble., "Natty...," she smiled at you with teary eyes., "Never in my life did I expect to find myself in this situation.," her hand tenderly laced with yours., "I thought I'd be alone forever, and I was comfortable with it because quite frankly I felt undeserving of love, and hey, maybe I still am, but..."

"No, you're not!," you immediately cut her off with an angry pout that she met with a smirk., "Either way I'm ready to be selfish with you, because I feel like—not to sound generic, but life's too short to not try to spend every waking second of it happy, and with you I know that's where I'll find it all Y/N; you hold my heart."

"I'd let you hold mine but it seems damaged.," she frowned at you., "I'll take you in anyway I can have you Y/N/N, you're perfect to me.," you smiled through the pain at her words., "You've always been perfect to me Natasha.," her lips gently brushed over your knuckles in a show of appreciative affection, so you unfurled your fingers from hers to cup her cheek, and she melted into your touch as grateful tears trailed down her flushed cheeks., "Perfect."

Natasha gently placed your hand back on the bed where she reclaimed her hold on it, then she began to run her free one through your hair while admiring you entirely., "Natty?," she hummed while her free hand softly continued to run through your tangled hair., "Kiss me?"

The redhead stood up, barricading your body in with a hand on either side of you then she leaned down until her face hovered above yours. She watched as your lips pursed up in anticipation, and her eyes slowly took in all of your features up close in obvious admiration. The crinkles of your eyes as you held the pout, every beauty mark that adorned your skin, and she even appreciated the marks of a mission lost, because they reminded her that life is a unending battle, and that this time you won it.

She gently lowered her face even more, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, she chuckled against your skin when you whined petulantly., "Na-.," she ever so softly pecked your lips to hush you, but she applied hardly any pressure., "Detka, when I kiss you, like when I truly kiss you I want it to be special.," she pulled back to gaze into your eyes., "Can you be patient?"

Natasha watched in amusement as you were obviously considering it, then she smiled when you decidedly nodded., "Thank you detka.," she saw your brows furrow so she leaned in to whisper in your ear., "It means baby...," she finally translated it for you, and you gasped., "All this time?," she nodded, and wiped away the sudden emergence of your tears.

"I knew since day one that you'd be special.," she winked at you, then when you went to reply it was cut off by a yawn., "Get some rest love.," you went to protest but she shook her head., "It's not up for debate Agent, close your eyes."

Natasha turned down your pleading as you were desperate for her cuddles, she wasn't interested in injuring you further, but she promised you that no matter what she'd be there when you awoke. The conviction in her eyes was what convinced you it would be safe to fall asleep, and shortly after you did Clint arrived with dinner and a cot for his friend.

He shot her a knowing smirk as he saw your conjoined hands and she raised a brow at him., "Careful now Barton, I have a few trick arrows of my own.," he rolled his eyes but dropped the tease as well as the takeout. He placed a kiss to the both of your foreheads, then slipped back out so quickly it was as if he never even came. Natasha scarfed down the food, then she set her bed up next to yours, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and with her hand firmly splayed out over your chest to feel the rhythmic beat of your heart beneath her hand.

“Wait!,” Natasha shot up at the sudden sound of your voice after the previous hour of silence., “My kitties? They must be so lonely.,” Natasha snorted tiredly, “Detka, they’re with Liho and Fanny, Lena’s got them—all five of them.,” she tiredly placed a kiss to your cheek before she was resettling into her cot., “Now sleep…”

“Goodnight lovebug…,” you quietly slurred, sleep having already began reclaiming you, and Nat stared at you dumbfounded., “Lovebug?,” after a silent minute of contemplation she was smiling at the nickname., “Goodnight detka.,” and with her hand over your heart she slipped back off to sleep easily.

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how about an idea for a fic about y/n and Toymaker: y/n is kind of in a relationship with him and can't help but wonder what it would be like to date someone else? and Toymaker doesn't like it and is a little angry with her. but in the end there is a hippie ending?

(I hope this is what you wanted.)

The vibrant red paint on Mr Emporuns toy shop shimmed in the sweet afternoon sun as you hurried down the street. A single handmade bag, filled with a variety of sewing needles, threads and fabric, rested in your palm as the ceramic doll heads in the window seemed to face you. Their dull black eyes seemed to shine at the sight of you and you were sure if they could move you would have felt fifty little china hands wrapping around your ankles in a twisted hug.

The bell chimed through the overstimulating shop as you shuffled past the red curtain. Toys lined the walls as you walked up to the empty dark oak counter and placed the bag down on it. The familiar grin of the toymaker was nowhere to be seen as you fiddled with the little merry-go-round that spun under your touch. The snow white horses spin around and around.

“Maybe he went out…” you muttered to yourself and stepped behind the counter, pulling out a half-finished doll dress from the shadowed shelf just below. It was one you had been working on in your free time, a small gift to adorn the doll the toymaker had gifted you when he had first confessed his feelings.

A soft smile covered your features as you remembered that day, but it was slowly replaced with a frown as the voices of your friends swam around your mind. The blushed mutter as she talked about her adoring husband and the extravagant evenings they had shared in London's finest locations. The new jewellery and gentle touch.

Your hands tranced over the miniature dress as you wondered when the last time you and the toymaker even went out for dinner. You supposed it can't have been for at least three months. He treated you like another one of his delicate dolls lying in his hands as he combed through their hair.

Before you could stop yourself your mind wandered to the other men that wandered the streets of Soho. Did they take their partners out as much as your friend said? Did they spend the last few coins they had on a new shiny bracelet just to see the smile on their wife's face?

A sigh escaped your lips and floated around the room, still no sign of the toymaker as your hands moved automatically to switch the side of the dress. Watching as the yellow threat pierced through the fabric over and over.

Would the man next door let you wake up alone almost every morning? Would the beggar around the street give his wife the warmest blanket in the heavy winter? Would the old landlord go three years without any sign of taking his relationship further?

“The landlord is a man of the town who likes much younger women.” a rich voice broke through the air behind you as two firm hands spun you around. You were so lost in your own head you didn't hear the door open behind you and the toymaker's face drop as your thoughts echoed through his mind.

The toymaker's hypnotic blue eyes stared down at you. He could see right through you as his hands rested on your hip, his thumbs rubbing over the soft fabric. His grey hair was perfect as always while his collar shirt wrapped around his neck and stayed fastened with a bow. Meanwhile the soft breeze outside had definitely swept itself through your hair and ruffed your dress.

“Something wonderful about me is,” he leaned down closer to you, his breath fanning over your face. His voice seemed to drop an octave. “I always know what you're thinking.”

A shiver of fear ran up your spine as the toymaker grinned down at you, pulling your body closer to his. His arms kept you locked against him, unable to escape his warm gasp even if you wanted. 

“You were gone a while, doll, I hope you enjoyed your lunch,” he whispered in your ear, leaving a small kiss on your temple as he continued. “What friend was it again?”

His lips stayed just hovering over your skin as you muttered back, your voice wavering slightly. “Oh, umm, f/n, I grabbed some more thread on the way home… and there was fabric on offer…”

“Enough. I want to know what she put into your pretty little head to make you think of others.”

Your voice trailed off as the toymaker's words bled into it. Every part of him felt hypnotic as your face flushed and your body radiated heat. His hands gripped your tighter, leaving little ink marks from his nails. His waistcoat rubbed against your blouse as he stared down at you. Waiting… Expecting an answer.

“I…”

Nothing came as you stared up at him, your lips parted slightly as you stared deep into his icy blue eyes. He glared down at you, before his face soured and he hissed out.

“Don't protect her, I have been very lenient with you daring…” his face darkened as he continued. “letting you go out, giving you everything you so much, but you're mine, only mine and I will not let those petty little men out there take you away from me.”

You stayed silent as he pulled you through into the ever-twisting back of the shop. This time it was a long hotel-looking corridor with rows and rows of doors on each side. He pressed you against the wall, his hand pressing just below your neck.

“This is my domain, my universe governed by my laws. I will not have you thinking of other men.” slowly his hand moved down to your chest and his voice softened slightly. He could feel your heart racing, shaky and laboured breaths filling your lungs under his touch.  

“I can feel your breath. It's so human…” his voice dropped to an affectionate mutter. “My beloved human.” 

“Toymaker?” you muttered, pulling yourself away from the wall and into his body. “I don't… mean it. It's my thoughts, I can't control them and I want to be with you.”

He pulled you close to his chest, pulling open the nearest door to reveal the familiar sight of a warm bedroom. You had slept there for many years at this point with the burgundy french loveseat near the fire being a favourite of the toymakers as he sat you down on it. 

“My precious doll, your poor human mind is too susceptible to the distractions of the world. I am all your mind needs to think about.” he ran his hand through your hair, smiling softly as you leaned into his touch and relaxed to his hypnotic voice. 

“Il take you out to the Ritz, i'll show you the universe one day.”

[writingsofwesteros]

Criston Cole x reader. Rhaenyra's younger sister who's marry to Harwin. Were happy for awhile till she saw him in bed with Rhaenyra. She and Criston get close and have a sons as he's her sworn shield and he loves her. first time they kissed she was drunk but pulled away and even apologized the next day saying she'll leave if her presence is too much. Fight in show between him/Harwin cause he also says harwin isn't the father of y/n sons(4) but only rhaenyra(3). Alicent/y/n bff, she knows.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

You wondered how you could have been so blind for so long. You thought he was happy. Gods, was there ever a time when he was? The tears continued to fall as you silently sobbed. The sight of your husband and sister in the throws of passion had your stomach turning and your heart breaking apart.

How could they do this to you? Gods, you hated her. Rhaenyra was always the precious child and she had everything. Your thoughts turned to the child she had and realised who the real father was. You truly were blind. Those thoughts only tormented you as you pushed yourself from the wall.

You reached easily for the first goblet of wine and quickly finished the drink. And then another. You wondered how long it had gone on for. How many nights have you been alone without knowing it? The sobs turned louder now as you moved towards the private steps where you could sit and drink.

Your head was light and your heart was heavy as you rested against the cold wall and tried to calm yourself. “Princess?” A soft, deep voice came from behind you and for a moment you thought it was Harwin to wake you from such a nightmare but soon Criston came into view from the shadows. 

“Ser Cole.” You whispered out and moved to stand. You nearly fell as you did and his hand quickly moved to take your arm. His hold was so firm and gentle. “I’m sorry.” You babbled out. Gods, you were such a mess. No wonder nobody wanted you. “Is something wrong?” Criston gently asked.

You weren’t sure how to answer such a simple question. “Everything is wrong.” You whimpered out; wrapping your arms around yourself. The knight only grew more concerned. His hatred for Rhaenyra had never moved onto you and he knew the Queen felt the same too. “You can tell me anything.”

“It’s my sister.” You whispered out and held back the sob that wanted to leave you. “She was with Harwin…intimately.” You babbled out. You couldn’t hold it in anymore as you desperately desired to tell someone. “Oh Y/N…” His heart broke for you as the tears continued to fall. “I’m pathetic.” You whispered out.

“No, this is not your fault.” The knight whispered and gently cupped your face. Your tears are still falling. “You didn’t deserve this.” He whispered and continued to say all that you needed to hear. You could feel your heart calming at the sound of his voice and you burrowed into his chest without realising it.

Finally, you were calming down and you looked up at him as if seeing Criston for the first time. “Thank you.” You whispered out. “Of course.” You realised his hands were still on you and you were both so close. You weren’t thinking when you leaned in and your soft lips found his own and kissed him.

~

You had run away after that night; completely embarrassed by your actions. The next day you had quickly found the knight to apologise. It was the first time your mind wasn’t screaming about what you had witnessed. Your heart softened when he only smiled and took you back to your chambers.

It wasn’t long before he fell into your bed too. The soft love making is unlike anything you experienced before as he completely worshipped you. “Criston.” You softly moaned into his ear as you looped your arms around his neck. His thrusts quickened as his cock hit your soft spot again and again.

~

Years had passed since that night and you only fell in love with him with each passing day. If your husband noticed how much you were gone; he never mentioned. But your whore of a sister kept him busy. It was only in the secrecy of the Queen’s private chambers could you be yourself; with the both of them.

Your four boys raced around the room and it was nice to see your friend genuinely smile. “I apologise for them, Ali.” You whispered out as your boys bumped into their father; not that they knew that. “I thought I said no running.” Criston hummed and pushed them back into the room as the Queen giggled.

“You know they are no bother.” She hummed and watched your youngest jump in your arms to try and escape his brothers. “Thank you.” You whispered whilst running your fingers through your baby boy’s hair. “I’ll take the lads to the dragonpit.” Criston announced and you locked eyes with him.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him, lovingly smiling and a soft blush came over his face for a moment. Until he remembered where he was and nodded to his Queen who only teasingly smirked. “Be good.” You called after the three boys who only called bye to you over their shoulders.

“You are lucky yours are mostly grown now.” You hummed up at Ali whilst your youngest fell asleep in your lap. She gently stroked the baby’s cheek as she agreed with you. “I am glad of that.” She giggled out.

~

Criston watched with dark eyes as the children of Rhaenyra and Harwin moved near his own and the children of the Queen. The noises of swords hitting shields echoed around him as he tried to focus. “You shouldn’t have favourites.” Harwin scolded the knight as Criston's soft smile fell from his face.

“Hmm, you should take your own advice.” The knight smirked and moved away from the children who continued to play and fight. “Where is your wife, Harwin? I’ve not seen her around a lot.” Criston couldn’t help but tease and he watched Harwin lock eyes with him in confusion and realisation.

The guilt ate up Harwin and he had to swallow the lump rising up. He hadn’t meant for this to go so messy and he truly did love you. If only he had seen you first. “It’s fine. I’ve been keeping her warm for you.” Criston smirked as he spoke the words of war. “What?” Harwin’s eyes widened at his words.

The knight only smirked before he heard the boys call for their mama. The two men looked up to see you and the Queen on the view platform. The two women chatted and for a moment Harwin’s heart warmed at the sight of your laughter. He couldn’t remember the last time he had heard it.

Until the words of Criston washed over him once more and he realised everything. Those children weren’t his own..and you weren’t his anymore. He couldn’t even pinpoint when he had lost you. “Hmm, figured it out yet or are you just muscle with no brain.” Criston pushed some more.

“At least you still have sons.” The knight smirked and motioned to Rhaenyra’s children and that was when the beating came. He smirked with each punch as Harwin moved into the plan he and the Queen had set in motion. Just as they had done with you, he thought to himself. At least he fell in love with you.

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 80

A/N Many thanks to the amazing @omgbarbiegurl for the first few lines.

AO3

“Time Travel through stones? That sounds like some story from the ancient Highlands.”

 

“There was once a story my Da told me about The Woman of Balnain. But I always thought it was just a story.”

 

Claire stopped pacing and smiled. “Clearly, it was not.”

 

“Aye clearly.” She shakes her head again.

 

“How are you so calm about all this?”

 

He grins. “Weel Sassanach, growing up in the Highlands, the place full of mysteries and wonder, it is easier.”

 

“That makes sense. Even with all my travels, this is a lot.”

 

“Aye,” he pulls her against him wrapping his arms around her belly, “what bothers me most isn’t the time travel, it is the idea of my ancestors kicking her out with a bairn.”

 

She sighs, resting her head back against him. His gentle heart is one of the many things she loves most about him.  “Is there a way to find out?”

 

He hums against her. “Been thinking about that, there may be. Brian kept meticulous records. Going through them might answer the question.”

 

“What of Andrew? Does this new information change your mind about him being part of Rose’s future?”

 

“No, it makes me even more sure about him. He didn’t have to say anything, you know. Took a risk in doing so. Were we to think him crazy, or worse, were Rose too. But he wanted honesty. That is impressive.”

 

“I agree.”

 

His hand has been moving over her stomach as they talked. Now he stops and frowns. She senses the change in him.

 

“What?”

 

“Claire, are you with child again?”

 

She starts and laughs, thinking he is joking. When he stays still, not joining in, she turns and meets his eyes. “You’re  serious?”

 

He takes her hand and places over her lower abdomen. “Aye.”

 

She hasn’t fully lost the weight from carrying the twins but… under her hand was a firm bump. Tiny but there.

 

“Goodness! My cycles have been off since they were born. I just thought.. Heavens, I need to take a test!” she meets his eyes, “Are we happy?”

 

In answer, he takes her lips and leads her to the bed.

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Sincerely Yours (IV)

A/N: Repost from my old blog: sohoneyspreadyourwings

Word Count: ~3k

Story Masterlist

October 1944

The days seemed to be dragging on for you. It had been a week since you had heard back from Eugene. You didn’t allow yourself to go to that place. The place where something could have happened to him. Instead you kept your mind busy with your job, which in all your time working there, hadn’t gotten any easier. 

But some insane twist of fate, you had been getting to work early. Not on time, not late, but early. Your roommates and your coworkers had been looking at you as if you had grown a second head. But you just kept your head up and went about your job. All the boys overseas were counting on you all, and you weren’t about to be the one to let them down. 

The lunch bell finally rang, and you found yourself letting out a long sigh. Making your way down the ladder, you found Josie looking at you. She leaned against a work counter, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at you. 

“You look like a damn mess,” she said, brown eyes trailing over you. 

“Well, gee Josie, you look swell yourself,” you huffed at her. Pushing past her, you made your way outside to go and grab some food from one of the stalls. 

“Still haven’t gotten a letter?” She asked with a much softer tone than you would have given her credit for. 

“No,” you answered. You felt anxious, your head swimming with thoughts you didn’t want to think about. A cool breeze hit you as you both stepped outside. For once the San Francisco weather matched how you were feeling, cloudy and forlorn. 

A part of you wondered why you cared so much. You had only written a handful of letters to him. Not even enough to know him well, and yet you could help but feel a connection to him. Like a string tethered you both together across the ocean. And every time either one of you got a letter it was like the other was pulling on the string to say ‘you’re not alone! I’m right there with you!’.

Silently, you paid for some bread and soup for you and Josie to share. You both sat silently on a bench watching as the seagulls flew by overhead. 

“You’ll get the letter soon,” she whispered. 

Neither of you turned to look at the other, instead fixing your gaze forward.

“You don’t know that, Josie,” your voice wavered just a bit. Your emotions getting the better of you again. 

“Yeah, well,  you don’t know that you won’t get it eithers” she challenged. Her voice was firm, but gentle. A combination that seemed to be like Josie herself. 

“Do you think I’m being a complete fat-head here? Getting emotional about a guy I never even met before?” You almost regretted asking the question as soon as it left your mouth. Josie wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and a part of you was fearful of what she might say. 

“No, you’re not being a fool. You’re being you, a person who cares so damn much they don’t know what to do with it all. I don’t know what it is about this guy, but whatever it is it means something to the both of you. So you need to buck up, and wait.” 

You finally turned to look at Josie, who was shoving a piece of bread in her mouth. If you hadn’t known her you might have thought that she looked angry, or passive about it all. But you knew better. The subtle softness in her eyes couldn’t fool you. She cared. About you, about this mess that she had partly gotten you into, she cared almost as much as you did, if not a little more. 

“Though I have to say, if you end up marrying him, I’m expecting to be your maid of honor. I am kind of the reason you started writing to each other.” 

“Josie!” You yelled, softly wacking her arm. “I don’t even know what he looks like!” 

“Does it matter at this point?” She challenged, her eyebrows raised in question. 

“No, it doesn’t,” You mumbled under your breath. 

“That’s exactly what I thought. Now, the next letter you get, you ask him if he has an available brother, or someone in his company for me,” Josie was smirking at you, half joking and half serious. 

“Oh, that’ll be the first thing I write” you laughed, enjoying how nice it felt to feel a rush of happiness for the first time in a while. 

“It better. I’d like to snag a marine too if I can. You know I like a man in uniform” 

“Josie!” 

“It’s true!” she laughed. 

Both of you continued to laugh for a few more moments, relishing in the feeling of not having to worry about anything. Just living in that one singular moment, where nothing else seemed to matter. It was finally cut short when you both realized it was time to go back to the shipyard. 

Reluctantly, you both got up from your seat. Josie swung her arm around you as you both started the walk back. 

“Your man is southern right?” she pondered. 

“He’s not my anything Josie, let alone my man,” you huffed. 

“You think he’s got a nice accent? I feel like he has a nice southern drawl you know? That I think makes him more attractive already.” 

“Josie,” you whined, but that only seemed to spur her on more. The rest of the walk you had to endure her teasing. And though it might have annoyed you, it just further reminded you of why you loved her so much. 

The rest of your shift had passed by eventfully. The rest of the girls, Flo and Rita, had been gossiping away about something or other.. And with your aching back and feet, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

You finally got your wish, almost well into the evening. Every bone in your body seemed to ache as you made your way home. The cable care had been less packed than usual allowing you to stretch out a bit. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the sounds of the night life. It was quieter now than before the war. Jazz used to be heard in almost every corner, but now everyone was attending to more important things. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually done anything fun, like going out dancing or even going to the movies. Instead your life revolved around the war effort, and you weren’t one to complain, but you did miss the easiness of it all. When this war finally ended you imagined life would never be as simple as it was before, and that was just going to have to be something that you lived with. 

When your stop finally came up, you happily, albeit slowly, made your way out of the car. Thanking the conductor, you began your short incline to your home. No matter how long you had lived in the city, on days like this one, the hills were always more trouble than they were worth. 

Quietly, you made your way inside your home. You imagined that Dot and Gloria were already in the middle of their night time routines, but you were surprised to find Gloria sitting tiredly in the kitchen. She was already dressed in her nightgown, curlers in her hair, as she sipped from a mug. 

“You’re home late. It;s not right the hours they make you girls keep,” she said softly, her eyes downcast on her mug. 

“Could be worse” you said, making your way over to her. 

“I guess you’re right,” she said, letting out a small laugh. “Oh, you got a letter today. I had to fight Dot for it, but it’s in one piece. Girl is more nosey than a mother hen.” 

Gloria slid the envelope to you, and you had to all but stop yourself from quickly snatching it up. 

“Thank you, Gloria. I don’t know why she has it out for me” you said as you picked up the envelope gently cradling it in your hands. 

“I think she’s jealous of you. You don’t worry too much about what other people think, unlike her.” Gloria’s eyes were fixed on her mug as she gently cradled it in her hands. 

“You never told me you had a friend over there” she whispered. 

“It’s kind of...new” you offered. And if it had been anyone other than Gloria you were sure they would have pried. “Are you okay?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. Just one of those days you know? I should get off to bed now. I have an early morning” Giving you one last smile, Gloria made her way up to her room. 

Briefly, you debated opening the letter right there on the spot,but you thought better of it. Grabbing something quick from the kitchen, you made your way upstairs to clean up for bed. You were only slightly ashamed to say that you had made quick work of it. But the contents of the letter seemed to be more important than anything else. 

Having finally cleaned up, you nearly jumped on your bed where the letter was. With nimble fingers, you opened the letter. Your heart began to pound at the thought of what he might have written. 

Dear Y/N,

    I do apologize for the late reply. I find myself in almost a state of disillusion here on the island. One horror after the next seems to chip away at a man’s soul in ways I never could have imagined. But I do have to say that you and your letters seem to be just about the only thing keeping me grounded anymore. I’m not ashamed to say I re-read your last letter an obscene amount of times. Each time I read it my smile just about gets bigger. 

    I don’t know how to quite thank you for that. No one has ever done anything like that for me before. I can’t imagine the time and money it must have cost you to do such a feat. But I suppose I’m in your debt. And if I’m to be in anyone’s debt, well then, I’m glad it’s you. Though please do thank your friend Josie for me. 

    Your pictures are magnificent, and I don’t think you give yourself enough credit for your photography skills. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a city like yours before. Mobile is beautiful as well, but not in the same way that your city is. I think if I ever make it out of here, I’d like to see it for myself one day. 

    If we’re choosing to be honest with each other in our letters then I must confess to the disappointment I felt when I didn’t see you in the picture clearly. Though I suppose I’m just going to have to live with the disappointment, unless of course you decide to humor me. It would be nice to put a face to the name. 

    I will end by saying that my wife will care just as much as your husband does, seeing as she too doesn’t exist. Though I don’t seem to mind these turn of events either. 

                            Sincerely Yours, 

                            Eugene 

You felt as if you were soaring. Your heart which had been frantically pounding from nerves, was now pounding from a different kind of rush. They were just words on a piece of paper, yet somehow they had burned themselves into your brain and it seared themselves into your heart. 

You both seemed to be the others anchor holding tight and fast so the other didn’t float away. It was a daunting task to be sure, but it was not one that you would back away from. If anything it made you want to run head first into it. 

With tired eyes, you reached for a loose piece of paper and a pen. Twirling the pen you tired to think of the right words to say. With bated breath, you began to write. You’d mail it first thing in the morning before work. You wanted to make sure that Eugene got it as soon as possible. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

October 1944

His mind was drifting again to that place. The one where he would lose himself, and forget who he was. Keeping notes in his journal helped to keep his head straight at least for a while. The bloodshed never stopped, and neither did his thoughts. 

It was a harsh reality he was living in, and the only escape he had from it were the letters he got. His mother had been writing to him dutifully, reporting on the happening back home. Every time he thought of Mobile, it seemed like such a faraway place. Like it was a dream that he had been woken up from. 

Eugene felt the heat of the sun beating down on him, and as squinted at his journal, trying to keep his thoughts together, his mind drifted to you. He knew he’d have to wait a while to hear from you, he had after all taken a bit longer than he would have liked to give you his response. But he had seldom had time to eat and drink, sitting down and writing had been a priority that he had had to push back, not that he wanted to. 

His bones ached as he leaned against the boulder. Eugene tried to think of a day that had gone by since he left Mobile where his bones didn’t ache, but he couldn’t think of any. His body was littered with bruises and cuts, and his own soul seemed to ache just as much if not more than his body. 

Absentmindedly, he touched his breast pocket. His fingers itched for a smoke, but also you. Along with a measly pack of cigarettes, he kept your picture there. He might not have been able to see you well, but it was still you. His letter writing angel. 

He felt himself blush at the thought. You might not have a husband, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going steady with anyone. Eugene felt jealousy creeping up on him at the thought. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to push the thought out of his mind. He had no right to feel jealous. Who was he to you? Besides some faceless soldier on the other side of the ocean?

His hands clenched into fists, the whites of his knuckles showing. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he felt a light tap on the shoulder. 

“You got a letter, Sledge. Thought I’d pick yours up for you while I got mine” Bill handed him the letter and went to sit by himself to read his own. 

Eugene almost couldn’t believe it when he saw your handwriting written across the front. Sitting up straighter, he moved to open the envelope, but stopped just before he finished breaking the seal. 

You must have written to him the same day you had gotten the letter. There was no other way he would have gotten a reply so quickly. Not letting himself get too happy over the revelation, he finished opening the seal, to take out the letter. 

Dear Gene, 

    You never have to apologize for a late reply. I can’t imagine you have much time for anything, let alone writing a reply to me. But I do appreciate the thought. I won’t pretend to imagine what it’s like for you over there. I don’t think my words or sympathies would do you any good. But I hope if you do find that you're losing who you are, you remember the people who love you. Even with everything you’ve seen and done. 

    I am happy to know that my last letter helped you. All I can say is that while it did take me nearly an entire day, I still firmly believe my endeavor was worth it for you. Though, now I think you're just being sweet by praising my skills in photography. I am abysmal at it. End of story. Though I do have to say, if you ever do find yourself in San Francisco, I think maybe I’d like to show you around in person. 

    And if we are being honest with each other, well then, Gene I will admit how excited I was at your disappointment. And though I would like to end your misery, I have to deny your request. You see, why should you get a pretty picture of me, when I can’t have a picture of you? Fairs fair, Gene. It seems we’ll both have to suffer with not knowing. 

    I should end this letter by asking you some type of question like ‘do you own any pets?’. But instead I’m going to say that I don’t much mind the turn of events either. 

                                    Sincerely Yours, 

                                        Y/N

Elated was not the proper way to describe how Eugene was feeling. He knew he was grinning from ear to ear, and yet he couldn’t find it within himself to try and hide it. Not only had you said that you’d personally show him around your city given the chance, but you were just as happy that he was taken. 

Your words took root in his mind, making a home there in a special place he had just for you. And while it burned him a little that you wouldn’t send him a picture of you, it was offset by the fact that you would want a picture of him. 

For now he’d have to settle for words, and a blurred image that he had of you in his mind. But he was more than happy with that. 

As his company got ready to move once more, he carefully tucked away your letter away with the rest. His thoughts lingered on you, a welcome distraction from the hell around him. Eugene felt a pleasant pull in his gut, a lingering effect of you. 

He’d have to find a way to write to you soon, but for now he had to focus on staying alive enough to do so. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t pull out your picture and think of you fondly, wishing for just a moment, he could hear your voice or see your smile. 

[kis-ki]

past the windowpane ☾

lin beifong x fem!reader

synopsis: rainy nights bring out the best in everyone. including you and lin.

content: rainy nights, sleepy kisses, childhood memories, just absolute domestic fluff, slow dancing

wc: 1.1k

a/n: not the fic i said i’d be doing next, but the one i felt like writing. don’t worry, other one is coming out soon too. title is from my current favorite song ゆめうつつ by lamp. as always it’s available to read on ao3 here ! enjoy :)) 

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The air around you is damp tonight.

Not in a cloying, sticky sort of way, but in a way that cools your skin and makes you lazy and slow. Your eyes blink slowly as you watch the rain fall through the fogged glass of Lin’s bedroom window. You have it slightly open, just enough that raindrops sometimes fall on your face, a gentle surprise. The radio plays a soft song in the background, but it’s just white noise against the pitter patter of the rain.

As a bolt of lightning flashes through the sky, covering the whole city in light for just a moment, you feel a pair of warm, firm arms wrap around your waist.

“What are you doing up so late?” Lin asks softly, dropping her head onto your shoulder and pressing a barely-there kiss against your skin.

You just hum, and look back at her for a second. Smiling, you place your hands atop her own, right where they sit at your waist.

“Just thinkin’” you say, quietly. The thunder finally comes, and even though you were waiting for it, expecting it, you still jump a little. Lin chuckles against you, and pulls you closer against you.

“You scared?” she teases, and you roll your eyes even though she can’t see it.

“Not at all,” you say, then pause. “Though I used to be, as a kid.”

“Wanna know a secret?” she says, lifting her head so that her lips brush ever so slightly against the tips of your ears. It almost tickles.

“Mhm,” you say, nodding just a bit. Your body sinks against hers, the aching tiredness overtaking you. It feels so good to just let her hold you like this. So safe.

“When I was a kid,” she starts. “I was afraid of thunder.”

You’re just a little bit shocked, but not quite as much as you would've been a few months ago.. As much as Lin likes to seem so tough and strong—and she is, for the most part—she’s human just like the rest of us. She has fears and worries and hopes and wants. You love all those parts of her, the ones that get kept away from the prying eye of the public and bared only for a select few, one of them being you. She is as much at ease right now with you as you are with her, her body soft and supple as you mold against each other, two halves of a whole.

“Were you now?” you ask, light and airy, like the breeze flowing in through the open window. You love it when Lin tells you stories about herself—about her childhood. It’s not rare, but it’s definitely not as often of an occurrence as you taking up the whole night talking without realising it.

She nods. “I was. I used to make Su sleep in my bed with me on stormy nights. That is, until I decided I was too dignified to cuddle with my little sister. She was also quite annoying, which didn’t help her case.” Lin chuckles as she says so, and you’re glad. You know that her relationship with her sister used to be very strained, so listening to her talk about Suyin in such a playful manner is calming.

“My mom wasn’t a big fan of them either,” she continues, making a rare mention of Toph. Her mother is a sore spot for her, as is yours for you. “Vibrations from the thunder and the water on the ground made everything a little fuzzy for her. She never liked not being in complete control of a situation—and that included being able to see.”

You huff, and with a small smile, tease, “That sounds like someone I know.”

She groans, dropping her head back onto your bare shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” she mutters, and you know that you haven’t accidentally gone too far by the way she gives you an exasperated laugh as she says your name.

You cannot help but giggle as you turn around to face her.

“Sorry,” you say, smiling and not sorry at all.

“You are not,” she huffs, and you reach a hand up into her hair, messy and unmade for once.

“Maybe not,” you mutter, and lean up to kiss her.

Your lips meet and you kiss her with the taste of rain in the air, with wind brushing against your back, and with thunder rumbling throughout the city. She tastes the same as she always does, but you know you’ll never get used to kissing her like this, not when it always feels just as good as the first time, so you let yourself get drawn into it, your mouth slipping open for her tongue to lightly skirt along the plush softness of your lips.

You kiss lazily, both of your bodies aching for sleep, and the humid air lulling you along towards bed. Still, the sound of the rain calls to you, so instead you just stand there, letting her kiss you stupid.

When you finally slow, you’re breathless and your bodies warm the cool room. Her arms are draped around your neck, and you easily let yourself lean against her, sleepy eyes blinking hard.

“I’m tired,” you murmur against her chest, the music of the radio echoing off the walls around you. You start to sway with it, and Lin quickly follows your lead. You’re not quite dancing, but just letting your bodies move with the music. You suppose that is, in a way, dancing, but you’re too tired to put any real effort into it.

“You should sleep,” she says, dropping her chin onto the top of your head.

You hum at her still swaying gently to the sound of thunder and the radio. “Later,” you say, letting your arms wrap around her waist. “I wanna stay here for just a little while longer,” you continue a few seconds later, but your words trail off into a yawn.

“Okay,” she says, acquiescing only because she does not have the energy to pick you up and haul you to bed. “Just for a little while longer.”

You nod against her, your eyes falling shut.

“Just a little while longer,” you repeat back, and a flash of lightning illuminates your whole room, and you can hear the rain coming down harder now.

The two of you stay there, a pool of water forming beneath her open window, your feet shuffling slowly as you move with the soft music on her radio. You don’t quite fall asleep, but you’re not quite awake either as you listen to her heart beat in her chest.

Rainy nights are officially your favourite.

[yourmidnightlover]

letting go

summary - when spencer comes back from prison, there’s no doubt he’s changed, especially in the bedroom. 

warnings - cat-calling, inmates describing gross sex things, soft dom!spence, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (female receiving), hair pulling, fingering, aftercare, bit of subspace, fluff. *let me know if i missed anything*

wc - 3,758

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spencer had been gone for almost three months. in prison. he was in prison for three months. in hell for 84 days.

you had visited him as much as you could, remembering the times he would be bruised and beaten each time you would visit him. some days his bruises would be even worse than the previous time.

on your visits, the men in the back would holler and cat-call you. you didn’t mind, as long as you were able to see spencer. but spencer did mind. he minded that those criminals were thinking things about you that only he, as your boyfriend, should be thinking. 

but he couldn’t do anything about it. 

the few times he tried, he only got beat worse. he wanted to defend you, to let you know that he could protect your image, but inside of that prison he couldn’t. he had no power. he had no control. 

you told him it was okay.

“i can handle a few whistles, spence,” you reached your hand across the table to gently stroke his knuckles. “it’s alright,” you tried to ease the obvious tension in his body.

“no. it’s not alright,” he softly argued. “you don’t even want to know what they’re thinking about right now,” he turned his eyes to the table, avoiding your gaze entirely. 

“i don’t need to know. i just need to talk to you,” you whispered softly. “i just need you to know how much i love you.”

“i love you, y/n,” he finally met your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. 

when he would go back to his cell, or to eat lunch he would overhear people talking about you. talking about the things they would do to you. the things they were thinking about you.

“she’s got a fine ass, too. i would slam it so fucking hard, shit,” a large man groaned, recalling the image of you walking out of the building.

“i’d make dr. fbi watch while i did it, too. i don’t know how he got a bitch that looks like that,” another one replied.

he could only try to tune it out. most of the time it wouldn’t work. he would be doomed to the psychological torture of hearing them mention the crude things about you, unable to do anything about it.

so anytime you came to visit, he would have to mentally prepare himself for the worst. he wanted to see you, he truly did, but them saying those things about you made him want to restrict you from seeing him as a whole. but he loved you too much for that, and as selfish as it was, he needed to see you.

he needed your light heart. he needed your kind spirit. he needed your lifted energy. he just needed you. and if he had to do that while taking a bit of the names and annoyances, he would.

and you knew he hated it. so every time you visited him after the first time you would wear sweatpants and a hoodie or anything that would hide your figure. you wouldn’t wear makeup, you would try to look as unappealing as you could, just to try and make spencer more comfortable. 

but it didn’t necessarily work.

the first time you ever visited him, you wore your normal work outfit. a charcoal gray skirt, a matching gray blazer, white button up blouse, and black heels. that was probably the worst it was for spencer. you heard them hollering from behind the glass, trying to get your attention. you played it off cool in front of spencer, in spite of feeling slightly uncomfortable. 

he knew it made you uneasy, but you kept up your spirit for him.

the last time you had to visit was to tell spencer he was finally coming home. he thought it was just another visit, but he was also in  private meeting room waiting to see you. 

you could wear your normal work outfit to visit him again. 

you walked through the door, a small smile on your face. your eyes began watering from the thought of actually being able to touch him again, to feel his arms around you. to feel his lips against yours.

“you’re coming home now, spencer,” you felt the tear leave your eye, now rolling down your cheek.

his face changed as he came to the realization that he was no longer trapped in that hell hole. his eyes went wide, watering just like yours had as he walked quickly over to you, enveloping you inside of his arms completely. 

the first hug he’s had since he got transferred to the prison. he was glad it was with you. 

his arms went around your waist as yours were over his shoulders, his face nuzzled in your neck, his sniffles muffled by your skin. 

he relished in the smell of your shampoo, the feeling of your soft skin against his, the warmth of your body he’d missed for so long. he relished in your presence.

he pulled back long enough to press a firm kiss to your lips, his hands trailing up to cup your face softly. your hands held his arms right where they were, not wanting to let him out of your reach again. 

“i love you,” he said once he left your lips long enough.

“i love you,” you returned. 

the sweet paradise didn’t last for long because there was still the matter with cat. spencer was troubled with what was going on with his mom. stressed from the realization that he might lose her forever. he leaned on you even more during that time, needing your strength to help guide him through the hurt. you were more than happy to oblige. 

once you had all found his mom, safe and sound, spencer was finally able to relax a bit. you both had decided to have a night in, just the two of you.

you turned on some soft music, and began making dinner together. you hadn’t had a moment to actually breath for so long, let alone spend quality time together in your shared apartment. 

making dinner with him was mostly just you doing all of the work. it’s not that he didn’t want to help, he really did. he’s just not the best in the kitchen. besides, you’d rather have his moral support than him to help. 

so as you hovered over the stove, stirring the sauce the pasta was just poured into, he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your shoulder and placing soft, gentle kisses. you turned around into his embrace, placing a kiss to his lips in return. 

“it’s almost ready, bubs,” you said with a smile. 

“smells fantastic,” he complimented. “but i’m also in the mood for something else right now,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“oh? and what is that?” you countered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i think you know what that is, darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your jawline with a little nibble. 

“how about we save that for after dinner, yea? i don’t want it to get cold and i’m hungry right now,” you shrugged, releasing him from your grip and turning around completely. 

“well that doesn’t mean i don’t get to hold you while you finish up,” he argued, wrapping his arms around your waist again and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“okay, well you do that, sir,” you laughed, stirring the pasta once more. “actually, can you hand me the plates, please?”

“of course,” he complied, handing you the plates that were on the already set table. “here you are.”

you both ate relatively quickly, you weren’t lying when you said you were hungry. after cleaning up a bit, which was spencer’s job since you cooked, you had both settled on the couch and were cuddling while watching a rerun episode of doctor who. 

he was laying his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your body protectively as you stroked his hair softly.

then, he ran his hands underneath your shirt slowly, stroking the soft skin on your waist. his hands gradually went higher and higher on your stomach until the were right underneath your boobs.

“spencer?” you giggled. 

“hmm?”  he mumbled, lifting the shirt to reveal your stomach and lightly kissing it all over. 

“are you okay?” you asked, looking down at the man who was practically worshiping your body. 

“hmm, i’m perfect,” he hummed against your body. he let his hands go higher on your body, grasping your breasts through your bra. you let out a breathy exhale from his touch.

his lips traveled to replace his hands as they traveled to your back, looking up at you for permission before he unclasped your bra. you nodded eagerly.

“i need words, princess,” he ordered, his voice deeper than previous. 

“yes, please,” you squirmed, feeling the wetness pooling at your core as he undid your bra, revealing your chest to him as he threw it somewhere in the room. 

when his lips finally wrapped around one of your breasts, his hand went to the other one, playing with it gently. his tongue toyed with your nipple, his teeth gently grazing it occasionally.

“oh my god,” you breathed out heavily, your hips bucking up towards him for any friction. 

he brought his knee up to your core, giving you the perfect amount of pressure you needed. your hips ground against his knee quickly, begging for any kind of release you could get. his mouth switched breasts when he felt the other one was neglected. when he could tell you were getting close he snapped his knee away from your body, a low groan leaving your mouth.

“patience, princess,” he laughed against you, his mouth coming up to kiss yours fervently. “you’ll take what i give you, alright?” you nodded. “words,” he brought his hand up to wrap around your throat gently, not applying any pressure.

“yes, sir,” you moaned at this new found assertiveness. 

it wasn’t that he was never ‘in charge’ in the bedroom. it normally just took a while for him to get there. besides, he had also told you before how he kind of liked it when you were in control of him. you liked it either way, as long as you were with spencer you loved it. 

“i want you to go to the bedroom for me. you should be undressed by the time i go in there. no touching yourself. got it?” he asked, his hand moving from your neck to your chin, pressing it between his fingers.

“i’ve got it, sir,” you nodded eagerly as he allowed you to get up and make your way to the bedroom. you followed ever instruction he had given you, finding it even harder to not touch yourself while you waited for him. you sat in the center of the bed on your knees, facing the door.

after a few minutes you finally heard footsteps outside of the door. when he entered, he looked at you with such loving, caring eyes you weren’t sure what you had done to deserve him.

“princess,” spencer greeted you, “if you’re not comfortable with doing this you don’t have to act like it for me,” he said in his normal sweet tone as he sat beside you on the corner of the bed, his arm tracing down yours softly. “i need you to be totally and completely sure that you’re okay with this.”

“i am, spence,” you assured him. “i promise. if i don’t like anything i’ll say red like we normally do. i remember the stop light system,” you finished, leaning more into his touch.

“alright, i was just checking,” he leaned in, placing his free hand on the side of your face to bring you in for a tender kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you.”

“alright, princess,” he switched his normal tone into one of dominance. “ready?”

“yes, sir. i’m ready,” you agreed, clenching your thighs together to find any source of relief.

“good girl,” he leaned in, placing another kiss on your lips. when your hands went to wrap around his neck and in his hair he grabbed them in his own. “no. good girls ask for permission.”

“i-i’m sorry, sir,” you apologized. “i just-you’re so...” you trailed off.

“maybe i need to restrain these since you clearly have no control of them,” he wondered, moving to hold both of them in one of his hands.

“n-no sir, please. i’ll be good now. i promise,” you pleaded, trying to convince him otherwise.

“i don’t think so. sit against the bed frame,” he ordered as he moved to the closet to grab two ropes for your wrists. “now, maybe next time you’ll have half a mind to ask permission before touching me,” he began wrapping your wrists securely in the ropes.

“yes, sir,” you nodded sadly, your eyes reaching the bedspread.

“are these tight enough?” he asked as he pulled on one of the ropes.

“yes, sir. they’re tight enough,” you pouted.

“hey, princess,” spencer pulled his hand to your cheek, his thumb gently grazing your cheekbone as you nuzzled into his touch. “this is because you need to learn, alright? it won’t be forever.”

“alright, sir,” you smiled as he placed his lips to yours one more time.

“you’re my girl, right?” he asked as his hand began trailing down your naked body, tracing every curve you have.

“yes, sir,” you breathed out, goosebumps forming from his touch.

“mmm, you’re so beautiful,” he hummed as his hands traced from your hips down to your center, purposely missing the one place you craved his touch.

“please, sir,” you closed your eyes, hoping to feel his hand giving you some kind of relief.

“what did we talk about patience earlier?” he said as he moved his position on the bed.

“i-i take what you g-give me,” you recalled from your earlier conversation.

“so you’ll take what i give you now,” he said as he trailed kissed across your thighs in an upward direction. “i can’t even tell you how much i missed your pretty pussy. how often i thought about it late at night when i was alone,” he growled into your body. “i thought about,” he moved his hand to trail right above your clit, going all around it but never making any contact, making you squirm even more, “how responsive you are. i thought about how good you taste on my tongue,” he said as he trailed his tongue right over your entrance, a low groan leaving your mouth. “thought about that noise.”

“oh, god,” you mumbled as his tongue continued to move at your entrance, occasionally going in and out, eventually his tongue making its way to your clit and flicking it gently. “shit, yes,” your hips were nearly grinding against his face, your arms yanking at the bedframe.

the way he would groan into your pussy, just turned on from all the noises that emitted from your body was enough to send you over the edge as his tongue continued it’s attack on your clit. the only thing is, you needed permission.

“please, please, please, sir,” you begged.

“please what, princess?” he asked, his fingers taking his tongues place and continuing to move.

“please can i cum? p-pleaseeee?” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes.

“cum for me,” he ordered. “show me how pretty you are when you cum,” he said as his lips connected with your pussy once more, finally sending you over the edge.

“fuck! yesss! oh my god,” you cried out as he worked you through the high.

the only thing is, he didn’t stop once you came down. he kept on going. he moved his fingers to your center and slowly pushed them inside of you, moving them rapidly in motion with his tongue on your clit. his fingers accompanied with his tongue and the way he moaned against your body was quick to bring you right back to that edge, you found yourself falling over it very quickly.

“oh my- please! can i cum? i’m so so close please?!” you begged once more.

“go ahead, princess,” he mumbled quietly against you.

you came with a string of ‘thank you’s’ as your hands pulled against the restraints violently.

“yesss, oh my god!” you yelled as you came down from your high once more.

“good girl, you’re doing so good for me,” spencer praised as his hands trailed up to your breasts, gently massaging them.

“mm, thank you, sir,” you relished in his touch.

“i’ve missed you so much, waiting to taste you like that again...” he trailed off. “waiting to be inside you again. to feel you cum all over my dick, god i miss that,” he growled.

“me too, sir. please,” you huffed out, squirming as he trailed kisses up your torso. “i-i want to feel you, please,” you pulled against the ropes. 

“does my princess want to touch me?” he teased, trailing his hand down the side of your face.

“yes, sir. please!” 

“since you’ve been so good, i’ll allow it,” he complied, finally undoing the restraints. you held your arms against your side as he massaged them, trying to bring the feeling back. “alright, princess. you can touch me now.”

“thank you, sir,” you said as you brought your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you so you could kiss him. 

“on your knees,” you immediately rolled over to your knees, your ass waving in the air waiting for spencer. “good girl,” he chuckled, his hand tracing the curve of your ass before giving it a squeeze. 

before you knew it, spencer was pushing himself into you. it had been so long since you’d been with him, it felt like the first time you had been together. subtle whimpers left your mouth as he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“fuck, i missed your tight pussy,” he growled, his words causing more wetness to pool where the both of you met. 

“it-it’s too big, sir,” you cried as he pulled back out slowly, only to push himself inside once more. “ah!” 

“take it, sweet girl. i know you can take it,” he bent down to moan into your ear as he slowly thrusted into you again. “uh... just like that, princess. just like that,” he groaned. his hands found your hips, guiding them onto his cock even with his thrusts inside of you. 

“oh my god,” you huffed as your face began to turn into the bed, the pillows and sheets muffling your sounds. “fe-feels so full.”

“you’ve got it, sweet girl. be my strong girl, alright,” he said, noticing the way your head nodded in the pillows. he trailed his hand up your back and grasped your hair, pulling your body up to meet his. “words, princess.”

“yes, sir. i-i’m so s-sorry,” you stuttered out, your head leaning back on his shoulder as his hand trailed down the front of your body. his thrusts only sped up the longer he stayed inside you. “oh, yes, yes, please!” you begged, not sure what for.

“what is it? huh?” he moaned in your ear. “want me to cum inside of you? or do you want to cum all over my dick? which is it?”

“bo-both, sir. please!” you confirmed as he quickly pulled out of you just to flip the both of you over so he was on top of you.

his hand found its way to the crest at the center of your body, doing rapid yet gentle strokes to get you just where you needed to be. before you knew it, your third orgasm of the night had come and gone. your arms went around his waist and neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. the warmth and pulsing of your pussy helped pull spencer over the edge soon after you, his release inside of you being something you didn’t know you missed so much. 

“fuck, you’re such a good girl for me,” he groaned as he fucked his own release back into you. “so good, y/n. you’re so amazing,” he praised, pulling out of you as you whimpered from the overstimulation

“spencer?” you asked, feeling a bit hazy. 

“yes, princess?” he asked as he rubbed gentle circles on your hips.

“mmm, i love you,” you smiled dizzily.

spencer noticed that look. the glazed over eyes, the way your smile seemed slightly faded. he knew exactly what to do for that, too. 

“i love you too, sweet girl,” he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “why don’t we get you cleaned up, yea?” spencer’s hand found your hair, gently running his fingers through it.

“shower with me?” you asked, your hands trailing his jawline ever-so-softly, barely ghosting over his skin.

“of course, y/n,” he agreed, getting up so he could guide you to the bathroom. 

he gently sat you down on the toilet as he started the bath just how you liked it. he made sure to add lavender epsom salts to soothe your muscles, which were more than likely sore from the night’s activities. he added a few essential oils which were good for anxiety, worry, and body aches just to be sure. 

“alright, sweet girl. ready for the bath?” he looked over his shoulder to find you practically on top of him.

“yes, sir,” you nodded. 

spencer sat behind you as you leaned onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as his palms rested against your stomach. you interlaced your fingers with his on your stomach as your head tilted to lay onto his shoulder. 

“i missed you, spencer,” you broke the comfortable silence. “a lot.”

“i missed you too, y/n,” he replied, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“can i ask something?”

“anything.”

“what was that tonight?” you asked. “i loved it, don’t get me wrong. it was amazing. it’s just... you normally aren’t like that.”

“well,” he sighed. “i guess it’s because every time you would visit, the other inmates would say things. like... really bad things about you,” he felt tears welling in his eyes from the memories. “and while i was in there, i couldn’t do anything about it. so i guess i was just a bit pent up from the frustration, is all,” he shrugged.

“i’m sorry, spence. but,” you turned to look him in the eyes. “you’re not there anymore. no matter where your mind might take you, you’re here. you’re back with me,” you wiped the tears that he didn’t even know fell as he mirrored that of yours.

“i’m so happy to be back,” he pressed your foreheads together, not breaking the eye contact. 

“i’m never letting you go again.”

[cynettic]

I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

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“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

[comfortscripts]

Do Your Job, No Matter What ¬ Draco M.

Plot - Following your boss's orders was part of the job but you never realised how far he'd take it.

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - CEO!Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Power play plot with porn, harsh names, Dom/Sub, penetrative, choking, unprotected sex with creampie (dont be stupid like them irl). Astoria is the ex-wife in this as I couldn't bring myself to write about a cheater and I apologise in advance if this is terrible, I haven't written smut in years.

Word Count - 2.3k

The day had bled into night and as the gentle rays of sun disappeared, so did your co-workers. Mutters of goodbyes and heels clacking faded till all that remained was the muffled sound of Mr. Malfoy on his conference call.

You were used to being the last one to leave, often deep into the night. A common requirement for a personal assistant was to be there till the boss leaves but unfortunately, Mr Malfoy wasn't exactly rushing home most nights.

The simple hardwood desk was more familiar to you than your own bed nowadays. Nights got later as business got busier and Mr Malfoy became more involved with potential investors, but you never complained. You were always the best and you were planning on staying that way.

"Y/N, get in here!"

Being so involved in the setup for the next morning, you didn't listen out for the conference call or how it ended but from thunderous and rude tone of your boss, you could imagine.

Shuffling to your feet before straightening out your skirt, you made hastily made your way through the large oak doors that housed the king, as you co-workers often joked. You understood their distaste, a powerful and attractive man was already intimidating but Draco always found a way to rub people up the wrong way, except you. You always had a certain affection towards the man, not that you would ever admit it.

Entering the darkened office, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you faced your boss. His once tamed hair, now wisps of silvery blond streaking across his forehead. Veins prominent on pale arms where he had rolled up his sleeves. He stood behind his desk, with one hand leaning on the dark oak table whilst the other nursed a crystal glass of whiskey. Even in his frustration, he still looked like the most powerful man in the country.

Draco lifted his eyes to yours and you felt yourself squirm under his gaze, you'd be lying to say that the man wasn't gracing the thoughts you had in your more intimate moments. This simple act made you think that this could be more than a fantasy with how his eyes traced over you.

"Well that meeting was a total disaster." The man sighed before manoeuvring to sit on what could almost be described as a leather throne. "I told my father that trying to work with Potter Industries was useless but the stupid git wouldn't listen so I had to deal with them bastards for nothing!"

Whilst you tried to focus on his words, your thoughts were more taken with his hands. Strong, thick fingers graced with three solid silver rings and the way they wrapped around the crystal tumbler was so sinful, you let yourself imagine what they would feel like around your neck.

Snapping yourself out of your sinful thoughts, you notice the silence as if Draco had expected a reply to his rant. Whilst he valued your opinion, you weren't sure what to offer.

"I'm sorry they wasted your time sir. Is there anything I can do?" Whilst it sounded innocent enough, part of you couldn’t help but mean it in a suggestive manner.

Draco debated your offer for a moment. He always knew what you thought of him, how your thighs would clench together during car rides where he was just slightly closer than normal or how you would blush at the simplest praise. You were wrapped around his finger.

He knew you wanted him sexually, he too held this secret but he wondered if you were harbouring more than sinful thoughts towards him. He needed to know, to see if he was just seeing what he wanted to see or if there was something between the two of you. Draco knew that by tonight, he would have his answer.

"Come over here" He beckoned.

Obeying before thought, you carefully manoeuvred so you were standing behind the desk and in front of your boss.

Mr Malfoy patted his right thigh in a non-verbal demand for her to sit on his lap. Once again, you were obeying before thought or reason, you gently placed yourself on his muscular thigh, allowing your skirt to ride up.

Draco rested his hand on your exposed thigh, toying with the edge of your tight skirt. With the other hand he gripped your chin in a gentle but firm manner, turning your face to meet his, only centimetres away.

"You know exactly how you can help me"

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr Malfoy"

"Don't play dumb my dear. I see how you look at me, how you respond to me. Would bet money on the fact that you are getting wetter by the second just from being this close to me." His hand inched up closer and if on instinct, your legs moved apart to allow him. The tips of his fingers graced the edge of your panties before pulling them to the side, allowing his fingers to feel your wetness. "Just as I thought, always knew you were my little slut".

He slowly pushed a digit inside, allowing the warmth to coat his pale finger. The action caused a small whimper to leave your lips involuntarily and as you felt the cold metal of his ring graze your folds, you could barely stop the moan from escaping. Draco kept a slow pace, almost teasingly slow. Your body was begging for more but Draco wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. He could see you getting restless at the gentle pace but he needed more from you so he delicately removed his finger, which was met with an annoyed groan from you. Sliding his digit up your soaking slit, he brought his finger to your sense bud. Rubbing in careful circles, you felt your need for Draco grow even stronger.

"Please, I need more"

"Tell me what you want baby"

"I want your fingers. Want to cum. Please make me cum"

This was what he needed, you falling apart for him. Begging for something as simple as him to finger fuck you, and god the sound of you was better than he imagined. A cocky smirk grace his whiskey coated lips before colliding his lips with yours, a collision of tongues and teeth but it was exactly what you both craved. The messy kiss resembled the messy dynamic you were both about to enter.

Placing his attention back on your weeping hole, he broke away from the kiss. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he entered two of his thick digits into you, this time at a harsh speed. Moans were escaping your body as your orgasm built but Draco was quick to drink them up. The combination of the anticipation and how he was perfectly hitting every spot whilst massaging your clit was getting you there quicker than ever before.

Draco could feel your body getting closer to release, clenching and tensing against his fingers. "Cum for me, show me what a little slut you are."

His words were what pushed you over the edge as you came hard all over your boss's hand. You connected your mouths again in a brief moment of ecstasy. Breaking away from the kiss, you rested your head on his shoulder attempting to catch your breath.

You could feel his harden length through his trousers and the feeling alone was enough to make you need more. Carefully grazing your hand over the evident bulge, you felt the man tense under you.

Before you could do or say anything more, the phone rang.

The sharp sounds were enough to remind both of you that you were still in the office and technically still on the clock. Breaking your stare from the phone, you turned to Draco who simply stated "Better answer it sweetie, it is your job after all".

Rolls of frustration filled your body as you wished he would have simply thrown the phone out the window and taken you on the desk but no, here you were. Standing up from his lap, you picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr Malfoy's Office. Y/N Speaking."

"Oh, Y/N, hello. I was hoping you would answer" You knew that buttery voice, Astoria Greengrass. Ex-wife of the man who just made you cum, of the man you were hoping to fuck.

"Hi Ms. Greengrass, how are you?" As you said her name, you spotted Draco rise from his chair.

Astoria started on a small rant about how hard dating is as a single mum but you could barely focus on her. The blond haired man had made his way behind your figure, and was slowly undressing you. Button after button until your bra-covered chest was exposed, a quick zip of your skirt left you standing in only your panties and finally, Draco decided to rid you of your panties as well with a quick rip of the fabric.

Whilst Astoria talked your ear off, Draco leaned down towards the other and whispered "Be a good girl and do your job, okay".

You shakily nodded whilst attempting to focus on the words the woman was speaking but you were rendered incapable when you felt his enlarged tip tease your folds. You couldn't help but intake a sharp breath.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Astoria paused, she was always a thoughtful woman who made sure Y/N was leaving enough time for herself between work but now here Y/N was, fucking Astoria's ex-husband whilst on the phone to the woman herself.

"Yep, I'm sorry. I jus-" Her sentence interrupted by Draco fully entering her tight pussy. His cock stretching her out in ways she had never experienced, she couldn't help but whimper in an attempt to hold back a moan. "I stubbed my toe really hard. It's all okay truly."

"Always hurts more than it should." You attempted a chuckle at the woman's remark but it became a strangled moan as Draco picked up the pace. Astoria continued "Anyways, sorry for ranting but I was calling to remind Draco about Scorpius' play on Tuesday, can you please make sure his schedule is clear".

"Yes, of course I will." You manage to respond, trying to focus on being professional rather than focusing on your boss pounding you into oblivion.

"Great, I won't keep you any longer. Thank you dear, have a good night."

You replied a quick 'You too' before slamming the phone down. A plethora of pent up moans rushed from your throat as you felt Draco's full size threaten to split you open, you had never felt this full and god, you loved it.

His slender hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest and gaining more force. "What a good little whore you are! Taking my cock like you were built for me". His words made you clench around him which caused an guttural moan to escape the dominant man.

"Please sir, I need more. I need to cum, please." You were close to seeing stars but you needed more, you craved more.

Draco had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment. Slipping out of you before lifting your body as if you were a ragdoll for his amusement, you were now seated against his desk and face to face with him as he re-entered your soaking pussy dangerously slow. The new angles were enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning strings of swears as you approached your peak.

The pale businessman pounded you with such force you thought his desk might break under the pressure, holding your hips so tightly that you were sure to have bruises the following morning. Moans of your name graced the man's lips as he approached his orgasm, as his pace faltered and became uneven.

Grabbing your throat with force, Draco brought his face down to yours. "Cum for me."

His words were all you needed as you felt your climax hit you like a freight train. Moaning his name so loudly that you suspected anyone left in the building would have heard. Your vision darkened as the pleasure rolled over you in waves, feeling the release of all the late nights with your hands between your legs whilst fantasies of Draco fuelled you. The reality was better than the fantasy.

Your climax had left you clenching Draco, milking him dry as he released inside of your warm welcoming pussy. All frustration from work was gone, all the desire he felt for you was enhanced, just everything was right in this moment. He felt his cock soften and carefully slipped himself out, watching as his seed slowly trailed down your plump pussy.

Catching your breath, you slipped off the desk before finding yourself in Draco's arms once again. "That was incredible but I am still mad you fucked me whilst I spoke to your ex-wife"

"Very bold aren't I, kitten?. You have to do your job, no matter what" He chuckled. "What did she want anyways?"

"Wanted me to remind you about Scorpius' play on Tuesday." Answering in a nonchalant tone, which is never how you spoke to him but you were now feeling the repercussions of what just happened and were feeling insecurity, causing you to use attempted nonchalance to hide it. "So I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, technically. I will see you tomorrow as well but for now, we are heading to back to my house. Have some dinner and see what happens from there." His gaze was often fierce and stubborn but now it was gentle and almost hopeful, showing that he was also scared of what this meant for your relationship, but hoped that you wouldn't reject his offer of something more romantic.

Even with already flushed cheeks, his words caused light blush to appear "That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Draco."

Draco's fears were put to rest as soon as he heard his name roll of your tongue. You may be wrapped around his finger but he was wholly wrapped around yours. Just took a bold move to release the truth.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 7

Summary: In order to win, she might have to lose.

Warnings: angst, swearing, bit of fluff, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six  

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Waking up to skies lit by the wintry sun is what Y/N expected. In the back of her mind, she remembers opening her eyes. Perhaps it’s her mind playing tricks on her, but she could swear she heard Aleksander’s voice softly speaking to her. 

Telling dreams from reality felt like an impossible task, but if it were a dream, would she really dream of him?

Death never crossed her mind. She was a soldier in an expendable army for most of her life, yet she never feared death. There was never a lingering sense of what if when they asked her if she believed in life after death, but she wondered now. Looking death in the eye had forced a realization upon her – she would die and achieve nothing. She married arguably the most powerful man in all of Ravka and she failed to utilize it. In the end, her name would be forgotten in history for her plans would all die with her.

Inhaling sharply, she wanted to open her eyes. A heaviness settles on her eyelids, making her groan. Her entire body felt dismantled, every nerve bare, inflicting pain.

“It’s alright”, a hand pressed to her forehead and Y/N frowns. Breathing heavily, she felt vulnerable, exposed.

Swallowing thickly, her eyes flutter open. With blurry vision, she looked up at the dark presence looming above her. Blinking fast, her lips part and before she can ask, cool liquid runs down her parched throat.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed again. She needed a moment to collect herself, to stop the world from spinning.

“It hurts”, she mumbles meekly.

“Shhh”, his voice reaches her. “I’m here”, she feels a gentle squeeze of his hand, “You’re safe.”

Resisting sleep, she opened her eyes once more. The sight of his tormented gaze leaves her nearly breathless. He’s still handsome, but it looks as if he’s aged ten years in just a few days.

“What happened?” Her voice is hoarse, still raspy from thirst and sleep.

“You’ve been in and out of consciousness for a week”, his forehead wrinkles, “We’ve just made it back.”

Despite the little voice in his head, the Darkling held onto his wife throughout the night. He kept her close to his chest, running his fingers through her hair. She was exhausted, injured so badly he could hear the strain her body was under with every breath she took.

Her eyes remained closed, her lips slightly parted and his pressed in a thin line. Absurd. It was absurd to think that someone like that – so delicate, so fragile, could have any power over him. It baffles him just how quickly he found himself attached to this woman who was unremarkable in every possible way – or so he told himself.

Truth be told, he couldn’t take his eyes off her since he first saw her. She radiates genuine beauty few possess, a confidence he’s never found in anyone in hundreds of years, and an air of mystery he couldn’t quite understand.

By the time morning light reached their tent, the Darkling just stared at her with care, studying every inch of her face as if it could be the last time he’ll ever be given a chance. He memorized the way she fit in his embrace, the rhythm of her beating heart in the dead of night and every labored breath as it threatened his sanity.

Anger was his best friend for so long, his shield against humanity, but his anger wasn’t all-consuming as it once was – it was directed to those who caused the swelling around her eyes and cuts across her cheekbones.

“General”, Ivan’s head peaked inside the tent only to swiftly disappear once he caught sight of a moment he was sure wasn’t meant for his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling gently laid her head down. Caressing her cheek, he let a heavy sigh pass his lips. It’s been too long since he last felt so defenseless and helpless as he did now. He promised himself he’d never feel that way again and yet he found himself in the same cursed whirlwind of emotions as he was in when the fold came to be.

Biting his lower lip, he pushed it all down. If he’s distraught, his people would know. He cannot be emotional and still lead an army. He has to be strong – for Grisha and for Y/N.

“Ivan, we’ll have to find a healer soon”, Kirigan spoke in a hushed tone. Glancing at the tent, he felt a lump growing at the back of his throat. “I believe she’s developed a fever too.”

“Fedyor can try to cool her temperature”, Ivan offers, “He’ll slow her heart and keep her breathing. I’ll trade with him if necessary.”

Nodding, the general was satisfied with Ivan’s solution. For once, Ivan didn’t question why he wanted to protect her. This time, he was offered aid rather than words of discouragement.

“I’ll have to leave some of our own here”, Kirigan looks at the direction they came from. “The Fjerdans came too close and I need to know why. Why would they take my wife?”

Ivan lowers his voice, making sure he doesn’t wake up Y/N, “Perhaps it was a coincidence.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences. Not when her safety is at stake.”

Nodding, Ivan glances at Fedyor. He’d be the same if anyone touched his beloved. Suppressing a smile, Ivan finally realized it – no matter how vehemently the general denies it, his heart is no longer his.

“What are the orders? I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”

“Take back what they took, place their heads on a stake and wait. More should come soon and when they do, I want to know why they came so close to Little Palace and who ordered them to take my wife.”

Squinting, not in anger but to see him better, Y/N frowns, “A week?”

“Winter made it hard for us to move faster and you were in no shape to ride back.”

Letting out a shaky breath of air, she raised an eyebrow, “So you carried me?”

“Ivan and Fedyor kept you alive too.”

Wetting her chapped lips, she hesitated. Her fingers burned, itching to touch him, to intertwine with his.

“A healer should be here any minute now”, Aleksander informed, pulling his hand out of hers as if he could sense her inner battles and decided to help her by removing himself from it entirely.

“No”, she decided.

Standing abruptly, his jaw clenched. Despite his stern expression, his eyes hold all the sadness in the world, pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.

“No?” He repeats with disdain, “What do you mean by no?”

Holding her breath, she endures a sharp pain in her ribcage as she propped herself up on her elbows. Breathing heavily, she directed her determined gaze on him. “I’m human, am I not?”

Squinting at her, his lips part, “And?”

Struggling to prevent herself from laughing at the way he looked at her now, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Humans aren’t allowed aid of a healer. We go to the medics.”

“You’re my wife”, he remarks almost instantaneously, slightly wishing she remained unconscious for a while longer. If she slept, the healer would have done their job and there would be no argument. There was no doubt about it, their truce was over.

“But I’m still a human. The rest of my kind don’t have the privilege of being married to you.” Her voice is stern, low and frustratingly righteous.

“You need a healer or you might not survive”, Aleksander insisted.

“Then let me die.” She stared at him, no signs of crumbling and it made him feel like he’s drowning.

Rubbing his forehead, the Darkling shut his eyes in frustration. After all the sleepless nights, his head felt like it would implode. All he had on his mind was her safety and now when he brought her home, she refused help.

“What do you want?”

Knitting her eyebrows, she glanced at his jaw as it clenched. “What?”

Her voice is higher, almost confused but he knew better than that. “I’ve known you for almost two months.” Two months too long, he thought. “I know when you’re trying to extort me.”

Covering her mouth, Y/N suppressed a laugh. Truth be told, it’s exactly what she’s doing, she just didn’t expect him to cave so quickly.

“Healers for the First army”, her lips twitch. Pursing her lips, she bites the soft flesh on the inside of her mouth to stop herself from smiling at all costs.

“No”, he spoke through gritted teeth.

Shrugging, she laid back down. “Alright then. I only regret I won’t be here to hear you explain my death to the Tsar and my father.”

Growling under his breath, he swipes his hand down his face. “One healer.”

“Two”, she argued, sitting up with a pained expression on her face.

“We can’t spare two”, the Darkling crosses his arms, his eyes darker than ever before.

Lifting her chin in defiance, she narrowed her eyes at her husband. “Two healers or no deal.”

Releasing a long, heavy breath in frustration, the Darkling felt his insides turn. “Two healers but only for those who can’t get better with a week long rest on their own.”

“Two healers for those who can’t get better in a few days of rest AND the same amount of food and water for the First army.”

Running a hand through his hair, the general’s nostrils flare. Cracking his neck to the left, to the right, he turned his death glare back on his wife. “Food and water are limited for Grisha as well.”

“I saw them eat grapes”, Y/N deadpans. “You have enough, so share. If the First army dies out, who will protect your precious Grisha?”

Folding her hands in her lap, she maintained eye contact with the general who refused to blink. He stared back at her, aghast. The woman was impossible! She made every word that passed her lips a contest of wills.

His jaw set, he moved closer to stand before her. He looked formidable with the relentless, firm pools of black ink for eyes devouring her with intensity, too hard in comparison to what she had seen in the tent. He looked like he could kill her without even putting a hand on her…something she still expected him to do.

What was stopping him? She was far behind enemy lines, no reinforcements and she saw what he can do – he could kill everyone who stood in his way.

“Fine”, he huffs. “Under one condition.”

Rolling her eyes, she nods, “What is it?”

“I want a kiss.”

Her eyes flashed to his. Ringed with golden bruises, she was still alluring – like a wildfire or a storm. No…she is wildfire, a storm. She is deadly and uncontrollable and slightly out of her wits and he’s asking her to be his ruination. It isn’t love, he tells himself, it’s obsession.

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N didn’t bother hiding her surprise. A kiss? Of all the things he could have asked, the big bad general who can summon shadows is asking for a kiss?

A part of her trusted Aleksander and that trust demanded intimacy. She wanted his hands on her – in her hair, his lips on her neck. She longed to be vulnerable and that’s what worried her. Trusting him, needing him, it’s bound to breed love and self-inflicted madness. If it were anything else, she would outright refuse him, but she has so many lives dependent on her answer.

“Tonight”, she decided. If her own sanity is the price to pay, she will do what she has to do.

Nodding, the Darkling retreated. Leaving the room, he opened the door for the healer to enter. Sparing her a quick look, he swallowed thickly as the thought of her willingly kissing him made his heart slam into the rib cage. Even his heart wanted to escape him as it too longed for her hands’ touch.

He didn’t make more than two steps outside the room when a Grisha joined him - one of his many spies.

“What do you have for me?”

The spy beckons him to the side, looking around wildly. “This could change everything.”

“What is it?” The Darkling speaks through gritted teeth, demanding an answer.

“There is talk”, the spy pauses, “Of a Sun Summoner.”

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Healed, bathed and properly fed, Y/N had paced their room in anticipation of his arrival. She had seen the look in his eyes earlier that day – something between them has changed.

As the door opens, her breath halts inside her throat.

“I thought you were lost”, Genya admitted. “When they found your mare, I lost hope.”

Smiling, Y/N cupped her cheek. “I did too”, she sniffled.

The Darkling felt, more than saw, her presence as he entered the room. He turned slowly, his breath held. Her hair looked darker in the candlelight, its rich color gleaming against the green velvet of fresh sheets on the bed she leaned against. He could hardly speak. The nearness of her, the quiet room, the candlelight made him question the reality of what he was looking at.

“You look better”, Aleksander managed a curt smile, looking at Y/N and her attire. The sheer nightdress she wore was back, perfectly outlining her figure.

“Why did they take you?” Genya asked, unshead tears weighing heavily on her eyes. “Did they know?”

“No”, Y/N shakes her head, “But they found out.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter. Kirigan killed them all.” Y/N glanced at the door where she expected her husband to appear later on.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Y/N felt her heart flip. “It helped me realize something.”

Frowning, Genya waited for Y/N to explain.

“Your General does have a heart”, she states. His request for a kiss lingered in every thought her mind could concoct.

She stared at him then slowly untied the belt of her robe and it glided languidly over her smooth skin, falling to her feet.

His gaze roamed over her as if he is unable to fully comprehend her beauty. Only when he looked back at her eyes did he see she was troubled. 

“Of course he does”, Genya chuckles, “He was most worried when you were taken. He promised he’d kill them all and bathe in their blood.”

“I think I can use that.”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya’s frown deepened. “How?”

Pressing her lips, Y/N sighed. “In order for me to win”, she paused, “He needs to believe he did.”

“Husband”, she spoke clearly. She feigned confidence, but inside she quivered.

She had barely finished the syllable when she was in his arms, being carried to their bed, his lips already fastened to hers. She felt his lips hit hers like a tornado, his admission of burning the world in her name spinning in her head. It could have been a fever dream, but she would bet her life it wasn’t.

Holding her chin in place, he rested his forehead on hers, heaving from the kiss. She couldn’t open her eyes, clinging to him for dear life, but even with eyes closed, Y/N could hear the emotions thick in his voice.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not willing.” He whispered against his lips, all too prepared for his hands to roam her body now.

Y/N was afraid of herself as well as of him. He could sense it as he kissed her. He’d waited a long time for her to come to him and now it seems she was more than ready to give herself to him without his talk of her marital duty.

He expected anything but to find her with her arms wide open.  But even now, as he held her, he felt no great sense of triumph.

Pulling the sheet over her, he stood. “I can wait.”

The sheet accented her shoulders and the full swelling of her breasts. The candlelight deepened the shadow above the sheet. Her bare throat pulsed with life. Her face was set in a firm, serious expression that caused her eyes to darken. Her lips were hard, as if carved of marble and he ached to part them into a smile.

Turning away, he began undressing himself for bed, wondering how he could survive a night beside her if she remains as she is now.

She averts her gaze, whispering under her breath in confusion, “Wait?”

He laid beside her, barely dressed at all. She found herself achingly aware of his presence. The only light in the room was from the flames of candles she placed across the room. The light danced on her hair, played with the shadows of her delicate collarbones. At this moment, he remembered nothing of the arrangement their marriage was meant to be. He knew only that he was in bed with a desirable woman, one he never expected to claim. She seemed too headstrong to ever give into his charm, yet she bared herself before him and he couldn’t take advantage of her.

“Why don’t you want me?” She sat up, glaring at him. She let the sheet fall as his eyes met hers, bravely fixing him with her fiery gaze.

Rolling his eyes, he looks away. How can she torment him like this with no shame?

If anything, he felt like she’s attacking him. “I don’t want to hear about how a demon took you by force for the rest of my life.”

“It’s not force if I’m giving myself willingly, is it?” She raised an eyebrow, deciding on a tactic finally. Aleksander is a general, a conqueror at heart and she saw the desire in his eyes. If there was any hope of her plan to work, she had to harness his desire to convince him he won.

Licking his lips as he cracked a smile, Aleksander nodded in surprise, unable to keep his eyes from wandering lower to her breasts. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He wanted to possess her, to claim this difficult, headstrong woman for himself. His mouth came down brutally hard on hers, claiming them, nearly bruising them.

Y/N fumbled with the sheet that wrapped around her, making Aleksander chuckle into the kiss.

“Let me help you,” Aleksander purred and tore the sheet away, pulling it from under the mattress.

Wrapping his hand around Y/N’s neck, his grip was oddly weak, gentle even. She laid nude before him, his gaze fixed on her. He stared at her in wonder; her full breasts, curvy waist, round hips. Then he looked back at her face, her eyes blazing. Her lips were reddened from his kiss, and suddenly there was no power on earth that could stop him from taking her.

“You make me feel”, he pauses in anguish, “You make me feel”, he said quietly, fiercely, “And I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now.”

He pushed her into the mattress and Y/N saw the ruthless general in his eyes and for a moment she feared it. A general isn’t gentle at all, not like Aleksander could be. She feared the pain he’d cause and the tears that would follow. She feared what he’d do to her, but then the fear she felt dissipated as he spoke against her lips.

“I’ll go slowly.” Aleksander stopped himself, remembering she’s never had a man in her bed before and once he saw the fear in her eyes extinguish the flame he already adored, he reeled himself in.

“Your hands are bloody from murder”, she paused, “But I trust them completely.” Her voice had never been smaller, her hands never as desperate as she clung to him. She wanted to trust the sudden, overwhelming warmth in his unrelentingly tender gaze, but she still awaited the pain that was yet to come. He moved on top of her, his lips attaching to her neck gently as he pressed a kiss above her pulsating carotid, knowing she’s nervous as he felt the pace of her pulse.

With one thigh, Aleksander parted hers. He kissed her again, passionate and slow, distracting her as his hand moves lower, down to the intimate parts she never allowed another only man to see, to feel. Slipping his finger between her folds, he found if applied enough pressure a desperate moan escapes her without a fail. He feels her breathing change as he begins to rub circles, her thighs trying to push against his in a need of more friction. And that’s when control escapes her and she closes her eyes completely, letting the pleasure take over.

Unable to wait any longer, Aleksander pushed the head of his hardened length between the folds, feeling her wetness pooling over as nature’s lubricant. Feeling the membrane, he stops for a moment. Looking at her carefully for any signs of distress, he wonders if she even realizes what is about to happen.

“Do you want this?” He asks again, fearing she may change her mind.

Gripping his arm, she nods. “Yes”, she replies, breathless.

Pressing himself inside, he bows his head in the crook of her neck, growling lowly in pleasure. It’s not the first virgin he had, but it’s the first one that made him want to come on the first thrust.

“Go on.” She encourages him, surprising them both. Swallowing thickly, she sinks her nails into his back, anticipating the next thrust. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t in pain, but she knew it would get easier as he moves again and she would feel the pleasure again – and she wanted the pleasure more than the pain.

Nodding, Aleksander starts moving in and out slowly, refusing to risk her pain for a little more pleasure he’d find in speed and his untimely release. Instead, he’s using deep, slow strokes with a relentless care for the nerve bundle between her folds. Every passing second draws louder moans from her until he feels her clench around him, his own mind blackening as he feels himself nearing the edge. She’s holding him so tightly to her body, so desperately as she unravels beneath him. Picking up pace, he finally loses control, jerking his hips to meet hers in a deep thrust only to finish deep inside her, allowing them both to breathe.

Rolling off her, Aleksander decided to stay quiet, allowing her to have control of the moment. If she wants his embrace, he’d do it for her and if she wants to talk, he’d talk to her, otherwise, he’d just sleep. It’s been so long since he truly slept – since the day they went for that ride.

He placed an arm around her for comfort alone, not pressing himself closer than necessary, closing his eyes once he realizes she’s not interested in him at all after she came down from her high.

Waiting for a few minutes, Y/N pretended to sleep. After the hurricane of emotions he’d given her, Y/N didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to relax, to sleep in bliss, but a part of her ached. She ached for who she used to be. Would her father hate her for what she just did? Would her people denounce her for sleeping with the enemy?

Her eyes opened wide, finding his are still closed. Lips quivering, she felt herself crumble as tears fled her eyes. She watched his sleeping figure and sighed deeply, telling herself to stop crying. She was supposed to be in control of him, to make him want her and crave her, yet she found it was the opposite. She didn’t love him, but she did feel a connection…perhaps it’s the kindness he showed her when he rescued her or the pleasure he had given her, but something inside her changed and the heart she hardened on purpose found a soft spot for the general.

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Part 8

[luminnara]

The Silent Treatment | Omega!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Request:

 CAN I PLEASE HAVE OMEGA BAKUGOU X READER PLEASE WHERE SHE MAD AT HIM AND IGNORES HIM And he has to get her attention on him his main mission so he like bother her so she doesn’t be angry at him no more

um YES YOU MAY I have a secret massive soft spot in my heart for omega bakugou lol.

My askbox is open! 

Warnings: swearing? Bakugou is a brat, uhhh needy emotions and stuff, not too angsty tho

Word count: 1,210

He deserved this. He really did. And deep down, he knew that. Even Bakugou, who acted high and mighty and angry all the time, could occasionally tell when he was being an asshole deserving of punishment. 

He didn’t like it one bit, though.

“Babe, come on,” he growled one afternoon, facing his girlfriend as she cooked dinner with her back to him. 

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even bother to look at him, and it made his blood boil. 

“Oi!” he snapped, teeth bared in a snarl. “Pay attention to me!”

His alpha continued ignoring him, humming as you stirred the food you were preparing. The scent you were giving off was calm, seemingly unperturbed, whereas Katsuki’s was growing more and more distraught. 

“Baby, please?” he whined. He actually whined. He was stooping so low as to whine and beg for your attention, and yet, you were completely unmoved. 

He tossed his hands up in defeat. If you weren’t even going to see how far he was willing to go for you, then fine. He could find other things to occupy himself with. He didn’t need you, even if you were his alpha, and his girlfriend, and the love of his life, and...ugh, whatever. 

With a huff, he stalked away, going to sulk on the couch. You noticed, of course; no matter how angry you were with Katsuki, you weren’t about to stop keeping an eye on your moody, rowdy omega. You knew he was a handful, and you were all too familiar with the way he liked to throw tantrums whenever you put him in his place. He deserved it, anyways, and he needed to learn that he couldn’t rage and yell at you without consequences. Katsuki might have been an omega, but he snapped and snarled like the toughest, meanest alphas there were, and often, he managed to make you feel like your roles were reversed. 

Dealing with Katsuki wasn’t about being firm, though. You got along with your omega because you were flexible enough to weather his stormy temper, and most of the time, you were gentle and accommodating, giving him the space to rant and roar until he tired himself out and came crawling into bed with you. Sometimes, though, even you got fed up with his nasty words, and unfortunately, this was one of those times.

You knew how much he hated receiving the silent treatment, and while normally you cared about his feelings, tonight, you didn’t. He had been outright mean when he got home from work, and honestly? You were tired of the way he thought he could boss you around. You were the alpha, you were the one who took care of him when he was in heat, you were the leader here. Katsuki needed to cool his jets, and until he apologized for being such a dick to you, you were perfectly content with ignoring him.

“For fuck’s sake,” you heard him grumbling.

 Peering over your shoulder, you saw that he had grabbed a few blankets and begun making himself a tiny nest on the couch, curling up under them. The scent he was giving off was grumpy, but there was nothing in it that rang any real alarm bells in your head. Your inner alpha wanted to comfort him, to croon and purr until he wasn’t upset anymore, but no. He could make as many little nests around the apartment as he wanted and sleep in them on his own. It was pretty cute, you had to admit, but you weren’t swayed. Not yet. He was going to have to do a lot better than just being adorable.

You ate dinner in silence, setting a plate out for him. You considered saying something, but when he fixed you with a hostile, bratty glare, you rolled your eyes. Nope. You were going to hold out for as long as necessary.

What followed was an evening of Katsuki’s whining from his couch nest, the high pitched sounds interrupted with angry growls and huffs. He called your name, he chirped, he trilled, he even tried altering his scent to make you think that he was in mortal peril...and still nothing.

He was going to completely lose his mind.

“So we’re really doing this, huh?” He hissed as you walked past him to get into bed.

When you didn’t answer, he followed at your heels, walking into your shared bedroom with his lips pulled back in a grimace. You were silent, changing out of your day clothes right in front of him without so much as a moment of hesitation.

You were absolutely killing him with this.

When he tried to sidle up to you, his hands brushing over your bare hips, you simply stepped out of his grip to grab your pajamas.

The sound he let out was absolutely pitiful.

“Y/n, come on!” He practically howled.

You pulled a shirt on, walked around him, and climbed into bed.

“This is ridiculous!” He snapped, his temper flaring.

You rolled onto your side, your back facing him.

That was the final nail in the coffin.

He whined again, climbing onto the foot of the bed. He needed attention from you, needed it the way he needed to breathe. Even though it had been less than a day, he was miserable, and the half of him that wasn’t upset by it was angry at the way he was so incredibly distraught over this.

“Please just talk to me,” he crawled over you, laying his chin on your shoulder as he stuck his face right up in yours. “Oi. You can’t keep this up forever. We both know it.”

You kept your eyes closed, determined not to cave.

He nuzzled his face in your neck, trying to get you to scent him and reassure him that you still liked him. “I already said please. What more do you want? This is bullshit.”

Your eyes snapped open and you glared at him. “I want an apology, Katsuki.”

“What?” His head shot up. “For what?”

“For all the mean shit you say to me!” You closed your eyes again, settling in against your pillows. “Until then, I’m not speaking with you.”

He stared down at you. An apology? That’s all he had to give you? He could do that. That was easy, right?

“Y/n...” he said quietly, putting his weight on you. “Alpha...I’m sorry.”

You glanced back at him. Wow. Had it actually worked?

“I’m sorry, alpha, just...please pay attention to me...” he rubbed his head over your scent glands, desperate. “I’ll...be fuckin’ nicer.”

Though he was terrible with his words, you could hear in his voice that was actually trying. It was more than you had expected from him tonight, honestly.

“Oh, Katsuki...” you sighed, turning slightly and slipping an arm around him. “What am I going to do with you?”

At the sound of your voice, his heart soared, and he clung to you. With his face stuffed into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally gave him what he wanted, purring deep in your chest until his scent calmed down into something more like his usual smoky cinnamon.

Yes, Bakugou, was a handful...but at least he was your handful.

[blackacre13]

Debbie ocean x reader smut, Debbie makes Y/N take her strap after Y/N ignored her all day just to annoy Debbie. (Debbie makes Y/N squirt.)

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Debbie asked, suddenly appearing in your bedroom where you’d been holed up all day.

“I’m doing the research you asked me to do for the job,” you lied smoothly, closing out your tabs slowly as she watched you from the doorway.

“You’re avoiding me,” Debbie smirked. “Playing hard to get. Well, guess what, Y/N? You have me. You can just tell me the things you want, baby.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you lied, closing the laptop and placing it beside you in the bed, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Your lips curling into a smile that you just couldn’t quite help.

“You are,” Debbie nodded. “If you’re going to con me, you need to be better at it, Y/N.”

“I wouldn’t dare con a con,” you laughed, patting the bed beside you as she gave you a suspicious look, arching a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“Then you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with,” she murmured, cradling your head in her hand as she studied your face, contemplating for a moment. “And that would be a shame. Because I’m madly in love with that person, Y/N.”

“Debbie,” you blushed, trying to look away, but she kept her grip on you. Gentle, but firm.

“You only avoid me when you want something,” Debbie whispered, kissing you softly as you leaned into her, breathing her in, all designer perfume, love, and an edge of danger. Chaos. 

“I don’t want anything,” you whispered, blushing redder as you dipped your head, both embarrassed and appreciative that Debbie Ocean knew you so well. She could read you. Always. Tell or not. And you both knew it.

“You want me,” Debbie murmured against your neck, crawling into bed as she climbed over you, her skirt riding up as your breath hitched, taking in a glimpse of black garters secured against creamy skin.

“I do?” You asked, feigning innocence even though it took every ounce of your strength as your resolved crumbled quickly, the brunette straddling your lap as your hands found her hips, swallowing thickly.

“You do,” Debbie smiled. “Don’t you want to see how much I missed you today? How wet I am for you, Y/N?”

“Debbie,” you whispered, trying to turn away slightly, but her hand was grabbing one of yours, pulling it in closer to her, dancing over her thighs. 

“Come on,” Debbie smirked.

You couldn’t deny her. You couldn’t deny her anything. And what was more, you had a burning desire to touch her. For her to touch you. You were under her spell.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her smile growing as your fingers inched towards her, dipping under her skirt as you moved your way up her thigh, letting out a shaky breath as you hesitated just an inch from her panties, already feeling the heat emanating from her. “Go ahead, Y/N. Touch me.”

Your fingers swiped across the fabric, gasping as you were surprised by something hard.

“Well,” Debbie laughed, holding your hand down, still against the silicone. “I guess you can’t quite feel how wet I am for you. But I think you’ve felt something you like, Y/N. Am I right?”

You were only able to let out a simple nod, your hand frozen against her as she leaned forward, pushing her skirt up to her hips as her hair fell against your cheek, curtaining your face as you let out a moan, desperate for her.

“Do you want me to Fuck you with my strap, Y/N?” She whispered, grinding down against your lap as you gasped, nodding frantically. “Is that why you were hiding from me? Seeing what plan I’d come up with to see you?”

“Please,” you whispered, unbuttoning your jeans and unzipping them slowly as Debbie watched you like you were her prey. You waited, playing with the waistband for a moment, almost asking for permission as you looked up at her, and then suddenly she was yanking them down your legs to your ankles, your underwear falling shortly after. You waited for her tongue or her fingers to find you, already moaning with anticipation.

“Tell me,” Debbie hissed, grabbing the dildo as she ran it through your folds as you gasped, the sound of wetness filling the room as she moaned with appreciation. “Tell me you want me, Y/N.”

“I want you,” you panted. “I need you Debbie. I need your strap. Please. Fuck me.”