#i hope you’re all doing well my stomach hurts and i am full of Love

[dykesbat]

:( i miss everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[userchai]

“CALL ME, BAMBI.”

Rockstar!Eddie x Fem!Reader smut

this idea came about from a conversation that Mariah and I had @reidsbtch she also beta read for me for this one ((and helped me out so much I love you mar mar!)) I hope you all enjoy it I am so nervous about this, but have poured myself into it! Once again, only read if you’re 18+ please!

Warnings: basic dirty talk/name calling, mutual masturbation, mentions oral male receiving, degradation, if there’s anything I miss just let me know!

Summary: Eddie gives you the best gift you’ve ever gotten before heading out on tour.

word-count: 2.4K

“What’s this baby?” You ask curiously, looking up at Eddie his smile was so big you didn’t know how his face wasn't hurting. “Your last present, had to get you one more Doll and this one is very special.” You squint at him, slightly nervous at the tone of voice he was using. You shake the box slightly, hearing something heavy thump around in it. “Go on Bambi, open it.” He says, sitting down next to you on the plush carpet of your bedroom floor, your cat rubbing up against his leg lovingly before walking away somewhere, seemingly uninterested in the gift exchange.

You slowly rip the paper off of the box in your lap, smiling fondly at your boyfriend, you had emphasized that you didn’t actually need anything for Christmas but Eddie couldn’t stomach not getting you something. He spoiled you instead, before taking you to your room for your ‘big surprise’ or at least that’s what he called it. Once the wrapping paper is scattered over your floor you gently pull the box top off, looking down inside of it as your mouth drops open. “Eddie….” You trail off slowly reaching inside the box and pulling out a silicone dildo, only it wasn’t a store bought one, this was custom made. It looked just like Eddie’s cock, same vein on the underside, it even had the piercing at the top. You slowly looked over at the devil sitting next to you known as your ‘boyfriend’, shaking your head. “Baby, how did you even make this?”

He smirks at you while launching into this story of how he had to order this special kit at the sex shop, and wait until he was hard so he could stick his dick into the material, creating an exact replica of himself. You can feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter the more he talks, you put the box down next to you quickly before grabbing onto his shoulders, swinging your leg over him to straddle his lap. He stops his rambling to look at you, his eyes full of the mischief that you fell in love with the first time you saw him. “I love it so much, love everything you’ve given me, baby, but I have to ask why? I already have the real deal right here.” You say, giggling slightly as you grind your ass down against his lap. He groans quietly, grabbing onto your hips and digging his blunt nails into them.

“My tour is coming up soon, and I just didn’t want you to go without. Couldn’t leave my sweet little Bambi with nothing to play with now could I? That wouldn’t be very nice of me.” He said darkly, his eyes lighting up at the shiver that physically made its way through your body. “I want you to have fun with this baby, want you to ride it and think of me while you do, it’ll fill you up just like me, well I mean it is me, but it still won’t satisfy you enough. I want to leave you aching for more.” You slowly pull your face away from where it was resting against his chest, looking up at him and biting your lip, running your hands down his chest down to his belt, playing with it gently. “I promise I’ll think of you every second, there’s nothing else I could think of, baby, you’re all that’s in my head.” He kisses you softly, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear before you’re slowly getting up from his lap. The both of you were exhausted after getting up early to start your Christmas traditions together, there would be time later for intimacy for now you needed sleep, all you could think about was calling Eddie while he’s away, taunting him with the fact that your dildo is deep inside of you, this was possibly the best present ever.

“Have everything you need baby?” You ask, mentally going through the checklist you had created to make sure that your sweet metal head didn’t forget a single thing he needed for his tour. He nods, pouting slightly as he stands by your front door, shuffling his feet around nervously. “No I really don’t, I need you to come with me.” He says, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, one that makes your heart skip a couple of beats. You sigh, feeling a lump in your throat. You wanted nothing more than to drop everything and go with corroded coffin on tour, but you needed to work and your job wasn’t accommodating for extended vacations. “I wish I could baby, but you know I have to stay here, besides who’s going to keep Steve in check with the kids, Robin’s at college so someone has to help out.” You chuckle as he rolls his eyes playfully. You wrap your arms tighter around him, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “I’ll miss you so much, call me as soon as you get to your hotel so I know you’re safe.” You whisper as he lifts your chin gently, planting a firm and wanting kiss against your lips. “I’m gonna miss you too babydoll, don’t worry I’ll call as soon as I get there, we can fall asleep together on the phone just like we used to.” You smiled at the memory, when you first had met you spent a lot of time apart so long distance phone calls were all you could cling to. You feel yourself tear up as he kisses you a few more times , whispering goodbyes over and over before opening the door and slowly making his way over to the tour bus sitting in front of it, the rest of the band already on board and waiting for him. He turns around as he rests one of his hands on the bus door, smiling at you. “Bye, bye Bambi my love, don’t forget to call me.” He yells, blowing you a kiss. You giggle before blowing one back, he dramatically catches it and pretends to fall back against the bus as he holds his chest. “Bye, bye rockstar!” You yell, watching him get onto the bus, the door closing behind him. You sigh quietly, walking back inside and closing the door, slowly making your way to your room to make use of the gift Eddie just gave you on Christmas, you weren’t sure how you’d last months without him.

It’s been four weeks since Eddie left on tour, you haven’t used ‘the gift’ much to say the least, each time you look at it all you can think about is how you want Eddie here. You needed him, his touch, his kisses, his actual dick. You had made up your mind one night to call him and use it, he had been waiting this whole time for you to finally let him hear what you think about when you ride it, and if you were being honest you missed hearing how he talks to you when you were all worked up. You glance at yourself in your bedroom mirror, you look good, dressed in your best lingerie even though Eddie wouldn’t be able to see it. You ran your hands down your chest, teasing yourself before shuffling your way over to your bed, opening the drawer of your nightstand and pulling out the pink silicone toy, before you’re slowly laying back on your bed, grabbing the phone to punch in Eddie’s room number he had given you before their show tonight. You bite your lip nervously as your other hand that’s not holding the phone slowly makes its way into your panties, teasing your own clit as the line rings. Your breathing picks up every second, partly from touching yourself, but the anticipation of hearing Eddie speak to you like you’re some cheap whore also has you reeling.

The phone rings a few times as your heart pounds nervously, you aren’t sure why you are this worked up over phone sex with Eddie, but you needed him to pick up now. On the other side of the phone call, Eddie is rushing over to pick up, he knows it’s you and he can’t wait to tell you all about their show tonight. “Hey Bambi, I’ve been expecting your call.” He says into the phone, your breath hitches, his deep voice causing shockwaves throughout your body. He sounded slightly raspy from singing, and it was extremely hot. “H-hey Eddie.” You whimper out, trying to keep your moans at bay as you pull your panties off, throwing them across the room before you grab the dildo next to you. You run it up and down your slit a few times, teasing your clit before you’re sinking it into yourself slowly. You let out a quite ‘fuck.’ That doesn’t go unnoticed by your metal head. “What’s that sweetheart?” A knowing smirk breaks out over his face, he can hear you, the desperation, the way you’re trying to hold yourself back so he won’t catch on. He caught on very quickly, it wasn’t hard when all he could hear as soon as he picked up was your wet pussy and your breathy little moans that slipped past your lips without you realizing. “I- said fuck.” You mumble out, pushing the toy deeper inside of yourself as Eddie lets out a raspy laugh. “Oh baby, you’re finally using it huh? How does it feel, sweetheart? Are you all stretched out and ready for me?” He asks, you nod and realize he can’t see you before you let out a soft ‘yes’ as you buck your hips up, pulling the fake cock in and out of yourself as fast as you can go. “Need you.” You whisper, moaning as you hit the spot you’ve been searching for. Your legs shake as you try to keep moving your arm but it’s all becoming too much. “You sound so cute baby, all needy for me, it’s too bad I’m not there honey I would have my cock so far inside that cunt, fucking you so deep you’d feel it in your fucking stomach.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his words, you quickly pull the toy out of yourself before you’re sliding off of your bed, bringing the phone down with you as you push the dildo against the floor, suctioning it before you’re hovering over it. “Are you going to ride it for me like I asked you to?” He says, you can hear a slick sound from the other end of the call and you know his fist is wrapped around his cock right now, furiously stroking himself as he imagines exactly what you look like right now. “Yes-sir.” You say, sinking yourself down until you’re resting against the fake balls at the bottom of the dildo, you’re so full you can feel yourself throbbing harder and harder as the seconds go by, listening to your boyfriend tell you every dirty thought he’s had about you while you’ve been away. There’s one particularly naughty one that has you reeling, he’s telling you how he wants to fuck you on stage, in front of everyone to show them who you belong to, he asks if you’d like that and you can’t even get out words. You’re a babbling crying mess as you bounce yourself down onto the cock, over and over, tears rolling down your cheeks as Eddie taunts you. He loves it when you’re this way, he’s laughing at you as you whimper, and beg him to let you cum. “Hmmm, I dunno sweetheart, do you think you deserve to cum on a cock that’s not mine?” Your legs ache as you hold onto your nightstand with your other hand, going as fast as you can without falling over, your body is getting weaker by the second, you can hear Eddie trying not to moan, his breathing is ragged and all you can imagine is his sweaty chest heaving up and down as he tries to hold back from cumming for you.

“Yes! Fuck yes please sir, I can’t do it anymore let me cum on this dick Eddie please.” You whine, your own slick is running down your thighs, causing the floor to be a mess, your heart is pounding as you look up, catching a glimpse of yourself in your floor mirror, your pussy is stuffed full, clenching around your toy. You look like a complete whore, cheeks flushed, your hair is stuck to your face, drool is running out of the corner of your mouth that you didn’t even realize was there. “Fuck, you can cum Bambi, I know exactly what you look like right now and it’s delicious, I can’t wait until I come back home from tour baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of your house.” You almost drop the phone as you stop bouncing, your clit throbs as you begin to cum harder than you can remember cumming for a long time. “Thank you, Eddie oh-oh my god!” He laughs again on the other end, jerking himself a few more times before his jaw is clenching, his stomach tenses as he cums to the sounds of your pleasure. “That’s it baby give me all of your cum, little whore.” He moans, his fist now covered in his own release.

The only thing that can be heard is the both of you coming down from your highs, your heavy breathing in sync as you pull yourself up and off of your floor, the dildo slips out of you easily as you stand up on your wobbly knees, gripping the phone as if your life depends on it. You fall back onto your bed, shockwaves still running through your body as you curl yourself up with Eddie’s pillow. “I miss you so bad.” You say, closing your eyes and sighing. “I know baby, I miss you more, we only have two more months and then I’ll be home for a while, I don’t think we’ll leave the bedroom if I’m honest.” You both laugh, as you roll your eyes at him. “Okay horndog.” He snorts, “Says the one who just rode a replica of my dick so hard that she couldn’t speak.” You feel your face heat up as he laughs on the other end. “Okay Mr. Rockstar, no one asked you.” The both of you bicker playfully back and forth, talking for hours slowly slipping into a blissful sleep. You couldn’t wait for Eddie to come home, you knew his jaw would drop when you tell him that you want to ride your dildo and suck him off at the same time. Your little rockstar needed to hurry up and get back to you, so you could thank him for the best Christmas present you’ve ever had.

[buckyalpine]

Hello! I have a request please! Loving the idea of bucky and reader having a relationship/hookup but not staying together. Then reader gets a new bf, but bucky catches her still wearing his own shirt to bed or something, and teases her about wishing they were still together etc. you decide how it ends 😈 have been listening to “smells like me” by Charlie Puth lately and can’t stop thinking about this scenario!!

18+

I love this and ofc this is going to have a happy fluffy ending but some angst and steaminess throughout because I am a sucker for this type of scenario. 

Some angst, jealousy, possessive horny Bucky, all the smut, Bucky's filthy mouth, needy sex, some cheating but i promise it adds to the spice okay? (plus the guy is a loser)

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It was a mutual decision to break up. At least that’s what you both told yourselves. It started off as a mutual transaction; just hooking up and staying friends with benefits so nothing would get complicated. You and Bucky fucked like rabbits in every position and every surface imaginable. Things were great, until they weren’t.

You caught feelings. He kept his hidden. 

Bucky didn’t think he could do a relationship. You wanted more. 

He initiated the break up and while it hurt you, you both agreed it was for the best since you wanted different things. 

That was months ago. 

Moving on wasn’t easy but you weren’t going to waste your life away crying over someone who didn’t want you. You started dating again and eventually you found something relatively stable. Things were fine. Good. Bucky had avoided you completely after the break up but took a sudden interest in you again after he found out you were seeing someone. 

“So, you’re actually into this guy?” He raised an eyebrow, hanging around the kitchen, unable to contain his curiosity after he saw you arrive home from your date. He felt a drop of something deep in his chest, seeing you in a dress he had never seen before. His knuckles were nearly white, clenching his hands to his sides to keep himself in check but his jaw clenched hearing the click of your heels against the tile floor. 

All dressed up for some other man. 

“Mhm” You shrugged, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, avoiding eye contact with the super solider. You were over him. You were so over him. You had a boyfriend and you were over Bucky. You had to be. “Why else would I go out with him”

“He doesn’t seem like your type” Bucky sassed, hoping to mask the bubbling jealousy that continued to rise in his chest. 

“Oh, and you know what my type is?” You spat back, turning on your heel to glare at him. “You’re an expert on who I should date?” 

“I’m just saying” He took a few steps towards you, “I thought you had better standards” He knew what he was doing, biting his lip, watching your chest heave, the eyes that used to roll back from pleasure now throwing daggers at him. 

“Well I like him. Who I date isn’t any of your concern anyway James” Your nails dug into your palms, deciding against entertaining his shit any longer, holding your tongue back. Bucky felt something pang in his stomach watching the way your hips swayed as you stormed off to your room without looking back. 

****

Bucky couldn’t stand it. 

He figured you’d drop this guy eventually but it only got worse. 

You brought your boyfriend around the compound more.

He’d occasionally stay for movie night. 

Bucky would have to watch you cuddle up with him, the both of you going back to your room after for God knows what. He’d see the guy sitting in the living room, waiting for you to get ready for your dates. For fucks sake, he was even there at breakfast after he spent the night over. 

Every time your boyfriend did something, Bucky would mentally correct him. He could see your body tense whenever he put his arm around you; you liked being held securely and this guys arm dangled lightly behind your waist. He never gave you his full attention when you spoke, never remembered the little details about you. Bucky was sure he had caught him flirting with some of the other agents, holding himself back from punching him in the jaw. 

Fuck, he didn’t even kiss you properly. It was too hesitant, too gentle, Bucky knew how you loved to be kissed, how to make you weak in the knees. He would have ran his fingers through your hair, tugging it back, tilting your face up, to look at him. He would have cupped your cheeks, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other gently wrapped around your neck, his teeth gently nipping your lips. He wouldn’t have given a fuck about people being around, if you were his girl he would have-

No. Never mind. 

Your new boyfriend clearly didn’t know what he was doing anywhere. On more than one occasion, Tony had a shit eating grin on his face because Bucky had you screaming over the sound proof walls. 

Why the fuck were you with him when should have been with..

Someone else.

Though there was one other thing Bucky had noticed. One thing he made note of multiple times, his ego growing more every time it happened. 

You wandered down to the kitchen before bed to get a glass of water, stopping when your eyes landed on the brunette super solider, his sweats low on his hips, his upper body on full display after he left his hoodie in the gym. You decided to ignore him, grabbing a cup and filling it, your breath hitching hearing his low voice. 

“I thought that shirt looked familiar” He took a few steps towards you, noting the way you kept your eyes trained on your glass.  “You look comfy”

“I-

“You what” Bucky smirked, his eyes raking up and down your bare legs, cocking his head while you backed yourself against the counter. “What is it sweets”

“Nothing” you swallowed thickly, mentally scolding yourself for getting caught wearing his Henley to bed. You had no excuse, you had plenty of your own over sized t-shirts you could have worn but....

“Does your boyfriend know where you got that shirt, why you sleep with it almost every night” You couldn't bring yourself to speak, shaking your head, heart racing. “You know I noticed you wear it all the time, even when your snuggled up with him. You just can’t stop yourself can you, he’s not the same” 

He’s not you. 

“You still think about me, hm?” Bucky couldn't help himself, a part of him knowing he had no right to look at you like that, you had a boyfriend but his body was moving on its own, pressing you against the counter, his lips dropping to your ear. “Does he fuck like I can?”

“Bucky stop” You tried to ignore the shiver that ran through your body, his hips pressing against you, his erection digging into your hip. You bit your lip, trying to keep your hands from palming his chest, avoiding his eyes. 

“Tell me, does he touch you like I do?” He kept his hands to his sides but he couldn't help but rock his hips against you, his cock achingly hard, desperate for some relief. He let out a strained groan, precum starting to dampen his brief's. 

“Bucky-” You tried to push him away from you but he pressed himself against you harder, your back digging against the counter. “Stop” Your voice was a whimper, you knew you could have pushed him off if you wanted to...you should have...

“Does he make love to you like me, reach that spot that makes you scream?” His nose dragged along the column of your neck, his tongue gliding across your skin, filthy mouth unrelenting. 

“Does his cock fill you like mine does” 

No. 

“Does he nurse on your clit like I do, suck and kiss that sweet, pretty little nub of yours until his face is soaked with your cum? Does he lick and drink your sweetness like I do baby, does he get hard just off the way you taste?”

No. 

“Does he make himself cum on your bed from just rubbing himself on it when he’s between those thighs? Does he worship your body like I do princess, tell me, does he stroke his cock every night, moaning for you?”

No.

“Does he paint your body with cum, does it clean it off nice? Lick off every drop of the mess he makes like I do? You miss that, don’t you baby, you miss my hot cum on your body, you miss my warm tongue cleaning you up right afterwards? You miss it filling your pussy up and dripping onto the sheets, you miss the way I fuck it right back into you and have you suck if off my cock” 

You didn’t even realize you had parted your legs, letting his thigh press against your needy cunt, your hips rocking and grinding on him as he continued to lure you to him, he couldn't hold back any longer. 

“Look at you rubbing yourself on me princess, he doesn’t satisfy you does he?” You let out a broken moan, grinding on his thigh harder while gripping onto the counter, it was wrong, you knew it was wrong but it all felt so right. 

“I know he doesn’t, I know you still touch yourself thinking about me, these sweet little fingers-” He grabbed your hand, nipping your finger tips with his teeth, “-aren’t enough are they baby, his cock isn’t enough, you need mine, huh doll?” 

You tried to shake your head but you nodded instead, there was no point in lying now. Bucky growled, grabbing your hips, helping you rock yourself on him more. 

“Tell me you need my cock”

“I-I need-fuck-”

“Say it baby, tell me you need me to fill your pussy up”

“B-Bucky” Your thighs squeezed together around his, your body nearly trembling feeling his lips suck onto your neck. 

“That’s not what you call me, c’mon, say it”

“Daddy” 

“That’s it” He cooed, sliding his hands down your panties, finding your soaked cunt dripping for him, your body easily betraying you. “So wet for daddy already” He shoved his fingers up your needy cunt, crooking them to rub against your sweet spot making you bite down onto his bare shoulder to keep your screams down. 

“Tell daddy you want his fat cock baby”

“Wan’ it daddy” You nearly wailed at the stretch of his fingers alone, nothing compared to the feel of the cool metal scissoring and pumping in you, moving faster. Bucky could tell by the way you bit down harder, your nails digging into his skin, you were close. He pulled his fingers out, shoving them in his mouth instead, greedily sucking off your arousal. 

“MMmgh, God you’re so sweet- Fuck this” Bucky grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder, taking you straight to his room and throwing you onto his bed. He got rid of his sweats and brief's within seconds, stripping you naked immediately after. He crawled on top of your body, parting your legs, his warm breath fanning your face. You whined at the feel of his length rutting against your core, a part of your brain screaming at you to stop. 

“Bucky, we can’t” You couldn't help but spread your legs further, bringing your thighs up. 

“Can’t what” His hand snaked down to line his cock up, rubbing the head onto your clit. 

“I-you know I can’t” You shook your head, panting as he pressed against it further, making you moan. 

“You don’t want it?” He nudged his tip against your clenching pussy, prodding against your entrance leaving you reeling. “Tell me”

“Bucky, please, I-” 

“Please what princess”

“We can’t, we can’t we can’t we-oh god, fuck, FUCKK” You threw your head back as he pushed his cock into your soaked pussy, not wasting any time, his hips snapping, pounding you into the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist, crying and chanting his name as his cock hit all the right spots, stretching you the way you craved. 

Bucky moaned into your neck, your pussy gripping onto him, puling him back in with each thrust, fluttering and clenching around him. 

“M’never letting you go again” Bucky grabbed your writs, pinning them against the bed above your head, pulling his knees up to fuck you deeper. “I need you” 

“Fuckkkk James” Tears streaked your face, the silky tip of his cock rubbing and stroking your sweet spot repeatedly, his balls slapping against your ass. 

“O-only I can make you moan like this” He picked his pace up, fucking you harder, sitting back on his heels and holding your legs apart. “Don’t think i didn’t hear you sweets, touching yourself thinking about me even when you were with him” 

He spat onto your clit, his thumb rubbing soft circles making your back arch in pleasure. 

“I touched myself to you too baby, thought about you every damn day with my cock in my fist. I missed you so bad, I wanted to fuck and make love to you, wanted every piece of you”

“Please-James”

Bucky got lost in the feeling of you, desperate to be as close as possible. He dropped your legs, falling on top of you and wrapping his arms around your body. He rolled you over so you were on top, holding you close while he thrusted up into you. 

“I’ll never let you go again y/n, you’re mine, you’re all fucking mine baby” 

“Don’t let me go James” You moaned into his neck, clinging onto his body while his cock throbbed, his pace growing sloppy. 

“No, look at me” His eyes were glassy, one hand cupping your face to make you look at him. “I love you, I fucking love you, please princess” He fucked you harder, his moans mixed with yours filling the room, your lips brushing against his. “Fuck- I love you” 

“I love you” You cried out, your pussy fluttering, the band in your belly about to snap. 

“Cum for me baby, c’mon, cum on my dick, make a mess on me, soak my cock and balls with your cum angel, give it to me”

“JAMES FUCK” Your orgasm ripped through your body, falling limp on him while he pounded up into you, your moans and screams bouncing off the walls. Bucky held you tighter, his cock twitching unable to hold back any more, his balls pulled tight to his body.  

“M’gonna cum” He moaned, desperately holding onto  you while you kissed him, swallowing his moans. “Oh fuck, m’gonna cum y/n” 

“Cum James, fill me up bubba” You cooed softly in his ear, kissing his temple while he let out a throatily groan, his body tensing, cock swelling. 

“FUCKK M’cumming so. fucking. hard for you baby, it’s all for you God-fuck-it’s all for you” His body stilled, his warm seed filling you till it dripped out. “Wanna be the only one to cum in you like this, you’re mine” He continued to rut into you, whining at the overstimulation, his cock still dribbling with cum “Can’t even stop cumming for you baby, fuck it won’t stop” He continued to moan and lightly thrust into you until he emptied his cock, the sheets damp from his load. 

You both laid in silence, giving each other soft kisses, his arms still secure around you, holding you close to his chest. You couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered, you shouldn’t have been there, none of this should have happened and yet...

“Stay” 

You looked up at him while he brought you closer, kissing your forehead. 

“Please stay”

“Bucky, you didn’t want me until-

“I was a fucking idiot, I love you, baby please stay” His eyes were pleading with you, clinging onto you tighter. You knew you should have gone back to your room but for some reason this felt right. You melted into his embrace, letting him cuddle you. “You’re mine”

“Bucky, my boy-

“I want to be your boyfriend. Please. I’m sorry sweets, I shouldn’t have pushed you away, I-I want you to be mine” 

You thought for a moment, the way you couldn't pull yourself away from him, falling right into his embrace, not feeling anything for anyone else, all your feelings just for him.

“I’m yours” You mumbled against his skin, falling asleep in his bed, your heart finally back where it belonged. 

(and ofc you break up with your loser boyfriend after, cause he was useless anyway) 

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[nyxiswrites1200]

This one’s a little more on the sus side buT- if you’re comfortable writing it, I’d love to read a lil fic thing with Dean W with a reader with a choking kink?

If not, dw it’s no problem. Just thought I’d shoot my shot haha

Dean just- he does things to me for real. Going feral mode for him at all times highkey

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆

Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Committed Relationship, Choking, Penetration, Lil hand fetish, Praise, Aftercare, Lil Fluff, Pet names

An: Oh I am totally fine with this 🤭 I only have a few select things I won't write. Served up for you babe <3 Hope you like it

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"Such a pretty thing..." Dean praises into your ear as you moan in response. Dean was your boyfriend, still unsure how you managed that. Sam had gotten the memo and left you two alone.

Neither of you hesitated in making good use of the alone time.

Dean had you on your stomach, your hands gripping into the sheets. He had you stuffed full of his cock. He loved watching the way your hole tightened around him the closer you got to the edge.

It was far from over however. Dean remembered when you encountered him one day. He remembers you explaining how you want to try being choked. You did always seem a little too fascinated by his hands.

It's been a bit since you mentioned it, he wondered if you forgot.

Dean thrusts deeper into you with a groan, then stops. He's pressed right against that sweet spot making you squirm as you pant. You glance back at him, confused on what he was doing.

That was until he wrapped one of his hands around your throat, nothing to constrict you or hurt you, just enough to feel that pressure. That sense of submission that made you feel weak and tighten around his cock.

"Oh, is that what you wanted, baby?" He groaned at the sight, you can't help but nod and quiver at the touch. "Yes Dean..." You respond breathlessly as you bring one hand to wrap around his wrist.

"Good" he rasped as he began fucking you again. His hips slapping against you as the sinful sounds of sex filled the small motel room. You would have fallen back into the bed if not for Dean's grip keeping you up right.

"So fucking tight...you like my hand around you, baby?" He leaned down and rasped into your ear. He groaned as well, enjoying how well you responded to his intimacy. You moaned in response and your words came out shaky "Dean- feels so good..." You whine as you feel his cock brush against that spot again. "Right there, hm?" He teased and you nodded frantically. You swear he fucked your brain cells right out of your head.

Dean proceeds to fuck that sensitive spot inside you, over and over, tightening his grip on your neck. You couldn't help but drool as you became a moaning mess beneath the man. You never truly understood why Dean collected such a body count, besides his devastatingly good looks. Only when he became yours did you get what was so special about the sex.

Dean buried his nose into your neck from his place behind you as he groaned "Gonna cum, babe?" He rasps as you feel his cock twitch, knowing he's getting close too.

"Yes, fuck- I'm so close, Dean" you moan out into the room, feeling kind of sorry for anyone who could hear through these thin walls.

"Cum with me, baby. Doing so good for me..." He grunts, taking in your scent and the smell of sex and sweat on your skin.

Less than a minute later, he had you toppling over the edge.

You moaned and cried out into the room as he fucked your through the bliss. Dean then let out choked curses as he came, filling you up with his cum. His hand remains firm on your neck as he fucks his cum into you briefly.

The moment he lets you go, your limbs feel heavy and you sink into the bed. A moment passes before Dean gets up. He disappears into the bathroom before returning a moment later. He had cleaned himself up and tugged on a pair of boxers. He begins to carefully clean you up.

You let out a small laugh and he looks at you with a grin "You laughing at me?" He accused.

You nod "Well, I just never took you for the aftercare type until we started dating" you teased and he faked offense as he let out a chuckle "I'm hurt, babe. I may have been a flirt but I wasn't a douchebag".

"Some could disagree" you chuckle and Dean gasps "I can't believe you'd think so little of me" he playfully frowns as he finishes cleaning you and returns to your side in the bed. He tugs you in close, wrapping an arm around you. "But you're dating me, so what does that say about you?" He teases with a smirk "Guess I have bad taste" you snuggle into his chest as he idly rubs the side of your arm.

"Yeah, whatever you say. I'm dating the devil's advocate" he scoffs.

[frvnkcastles]

Hello love! I know you’re probably still in recovery, so feel free to table this request as long as you like (or permanently if it doesn’t vibe with you!) but it came to mind and I immediately thought of you.

I thought, maybe something happens to the reader as a consequence of Frank’s life. Maybe they’re kidnapped or tortured or otherwise hurt, and it’s really not that bad - Frank gets to you in time, and you’re not too terribly hurt. But it sets off the readers cPTSD, which they weren’t ready to share with Frank yet. And he thinks they’re haunted and traumatized by the event, and you don’t know how to tell him it’s not what he thinks. And Franks doing his whole guilt spiral but you can’t explain that it’s not his fault, that these cuts and bruises are nothing. That you’re not scared of those men. That it’s something else you’re scared of

WILL YOU STILL LOVE WHO I AM ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’re kidnapped and Frank comes to your rescue, but the ordeal triggers your CPTSD and you just want to make Frank feel less guilty.

Warnings: Knives, guns, mild torture, childhood abuse, hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: I hope I did your idea justice!! I don’t feel like this is my best work but it’s a very heavy topic to write about and I really wanted to be respectful and careful with it. Sending you lots of love <33 (Also, I’m realizing I am NOT good at ending fics lmaooo.)

It was supposed to be a fun night out with your girlfriends. And you could have sworn you hadn’t taken your eyes off of your glass, but somewhere between laughing at your friend and reapplying your lipgloss you must have lost focus and that was when they had struck. The dancefloor was full, anyway, so you shouldn’t have been surprised that no one paid attention to a stranger dragging you away, and yet, you wished so dearly that someone would have.

That, you figured, was how you ended up in that warehouse, tied to a chair with your head heavy and groggy, just like your eyelids. You couldn’t tell how long it had been, but you were tired and scared and all you wanted was to go home.

You came to when one of your captors roughly grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. ”Smile. It’s for your boyfriend”, the man grinned in satisfaction, and as he squished your face and snapped a photo of you, you squinted at the flash. It was over quickly but the burn on your jaw remained, and it made you groan as you tried to look around you and process your surroundings.

”What do you say we make you all pretty for when he arrives?” the man spoke up in front of you, and when you turned to look at him, you saw the gleaming knife in his hands. You inhaled sharply and your whole body tensed at the implications, but with your wrists and ankles tied, there was nowhere for you to go.

He traced the knife across your stomach, not enough to draw blood but enough to remind you he could. He then fisted the material of your dress in one hand and, with his other one, drove the blade through the fabric, creating wide tears over your chest and thighs. He laughed mockingly, and as he trailed the knife past your revealed chest, tears welled up in your eyes.

”You’re going to regret this”, you mustered, but the shakiness in your voice didn’t make a very convincing case. Still, the attempt was enough to piss him off, and before you could do or say anything else, he had cut you right across your collarbone.

”Don’t talk back to me”, he warned you, and despite the tears running down your face, you stared back at him defiantly.

”You’re pathetic”, you spat at him, and within seconds, he had swung his hand across your face, making the warehouse echo with the smack. You cried out, and in an instant, you were back in your childhood home — at the hands of your parents, slapped around like you weren’t worth anything else.

You supposed that dissociating from the situation was how you got through the next hour. You were far too busy stuck in a flashback to fully process the cuts you received at the hands of your captor, but you heard every word he whispered in your ear.

You’re worthless. You deserve this. No one’s coming to save you.

It was all too familiar to you. But you had survived then, and you were determined to survive now — you knew Frank was coming to your rescue. Even if you had barely started dating, he wouldn’t let an innocent person get killed by his enemies, and that was exactly why you had faith that it was only a matter of time.

And, indeed, eventually you heard gunshots from behind the heavy door closing you alone with the man. He flinched, and when you both heard Frank roar out his name, you knew it was time. He reacted by circling behind you and holding the knife to your throat, so tight you barely dared to breathe.

Then the door opened, and Frank looked absolutely feral as he pointed the gun at the man behind you. ”Let her go”, he demanded with his gravelly voice, and the man only laughed.

”You stupid—”, he began, but Frank didn’t waste more time — he pulled the trigger, and your captor dropped dead, the knife clattering against the floor as he did.

You exhaled heavily, and immediately, Frank was rushing to your side. ”I gotchu, sweetheart. ’M here now. I’mma take you home, okay?” he rasped, using his own knife to free you from your binds. Your body slumped forward and he caught you with ease, supporting you against his chest as he gathered your limbs and heaved you up into his arms.

”I got you”, he repeated in a quiet whisper, before carrying you out to his truck and taking you home.

Soon enough, you were seated on the edge of your bathtub with an ice pack against your bruising eye and Frank’s hand ghosting over your body to assess all the damage. In hindsight, it really wasn’t as bad as it could have been — minor, shallow cuts littered your skin but they didn’t even need stitches, and the drugs were wearing off. Frank still made sure to disinfect the cuts and apply band-aids where it was necessary, but for the most part, there was nothing to do about the physical aspect.

He helped you out of your torn dress and into one of his sweaters, and the whole time, you could tell how tense he was, like he was a ticking timebomb about to go off.

”You saved me”, you voiced your thoughts out loud, after not having said a word since he had found you. Your words got his eyes to meet yours, and you gave him a weak smile. ”You found me and I’m okay”, you added, and with a wry scoff, Frank looked down at your conjoined hands as you stood in the middle of your bedroom.

”You’re not okay”, he grunted, his voice dripping with guilt and blame, all of it directed at himself. ”I never shoulda let this happen”, he continued as he let go of your hands and started pulling off his skull-adorned vest, only now finding the time to take care of himself.

”It wasn’t your fault”, you argued with a frown, and with his back turned to you, Frank shrugged.

”Wouldn’t have happened to you if you weren’t involved with me”, he pointed out, and from the fragile tone, you felt like he was on the verge of tears. It made you sick to your stomach, and in a sick twist, you started to feel guilty, for causing him distress.

You weren’t used to someone looking after you, either. And his care-taking seemed to only emphasize the voice in your head that your parents had instilled in. You didn’t deserve it. You would have been better off dead.

Swallowing, you gave Frank’s back a caress before dropping your hand. ”Let’s just get some sleep, okay?” you proposed, ready to put this night behind you, and with a small nod, Frank agreed.

It was 4 AM when you jolted awake from a nightmare. You cried out as you flinched up, and reacting to the potential danger, Frank snapped out of his slumber, ready to attack. When he saw you sitting next to him, on the edge of hyperventilating, he ran a hand across his face and reached for your arm.

”Sweetheart”, he called for you, and startled out of your haze, you turned to look at him. You let your shoulders drop and with a sigh, you buried your face in your hands, all the while Frank climbed out of bed and began pacing back and forth in the room.

”This is my fault, shit, I never should have let you go. I never should have gotten you involved in the first place”, he rambled away, ”I fucked up, I did, and now you’re sufferin’ ’cause of me.”

Shaking your head, you tried to open your mouth and tell him. You wanted to. But a part of you was nervous. You hadn’t told him about all your trauma yet, hadn’t disclosed the effects your childhood still had on you, and you didn’t know how to get the ball rolling.

”Frank”, you croaked out, but he didn’t stop pacing. ”Frank, listen to me. It’s not your fault”, you insisted, and finally, he gave you a weary look, like he was catching you in a lie. But it wasn’t a lie — your nightmare hadn’t been about the man with the knife, it hadn’t been about the cuts or the bruises, it hadn’t been about any of it. It was like any other nightmare you had on a regular basis, and if anyone was to be blamed, it was your parents.

”Look… I didn’t want to tell you like this, but it’s not the first or the worst time I’ve been hurt”, you started, and finally, Frank paused and sat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.

”Whaddya mean?” he wondered, curiosity and concern in his voice as he looked at you intently.

”My parents”, you shrugged with an unamused chuckle. ”I guess all of this is reminding me of the way they treated me. They put me down, physically and verbally, and no one’s ever looked after me the way you do”, you explained, and instantly, something shifted in Frank��s eyes.

”Shit”, he breathed out, ”baby, I’m sorry. You realize you deserve to be looked after, right?”

You licked your lips in thought. ”I don’t know”, you answered truthfully, and that was what got Frank to snap out of his guilt. He sat closer to you and took your hands in his, peppering your knuckles with kisses.

”I mean it. I’m real sorry no one’s shown you that before. But lemme tell you, I was going outta my mind tonight. I was wonderin’ if I’d ever see ya again. And that’s a feeling I never wanna deal with again. I want you in my life, and I fuckin’ wish it wasn’t so dangerous”, he ranted, and pursing your lips together in a faint smile, you nodded.

”It really wasn’t that bad. I’m okay. You came to get me”, you assured, before adding, ”and you’re worth it.”

Chuckling, Frank ducked his head before leaning in to kiss your forehead. ”You’re worth everythin’. I adore you, y’know? There ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you”, he emphasized, holding you close to him.

”Thank you for saying that. I might need some support for the next few days. I think I can manage it for the most part but after getting triggered things suck a little extra for a while”, you spoke shyly, worried that you were putting too much pressure on him, or revealing too much of yourself. This thing with him was still so fresh, and that was why you had avoided telling him about your past before — it was too much too soon. But now, you supposed, you both had baggage and it was just a part of who you were.

”Hey, you got it. Anything else you need right now?” Frank tilted his head at you, and quickly, you nodded.

”Yes. For you to stop blaming yourself and to get in bed with me”, you decided, and with a chuckle, Frank nodded.

”Aight. I’ll try my best. C’mere, sweetheart.” And with that, he wrapped you into his embrace and helped you fall back asleep, satisfied that you were still in one piece and home with him.

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (6): They Say All's Well That Ends Well

a/n: greetings! some sweet morning after pillow talk, meeting col. harding and hypocrites in love coming your way this lovely evening. next chapter is gearing up to be a big one so I hope you guys enjoy a bit of cass' fallible side (which I would love to discuss more) in this way before she badasses her way through Berlin. I might have a secret Easter suprise up my sleeve so stay tuned. as usual, inbox is open for all our little blurb screaming we've doing and I have a Spook x Bucky playlist I am thinking of sharing if you guys are interested. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter, xoxo

When Cass finally stirred against his chest, pressing kisses against his heart and blinking slowly, John saw a flash of his future. Waking up with her in his arms. Watching the sunrise and kiss across her face gently. Getting to admire her wild hair and sleep warmed cheeks and the lazy smile that settled across her face as she got her first sight of him.

“Good morning,” she whispered as she stroked her fingers through his hair and obliged his puckered lips request for a kiss. “Have you been up for awhile?” John reached for his pants on the floor, producing a cigarette. 

“No. Was just admiring the view.” She plucked the lighter from his hand and brought it to his lips for him. “I’ve got to meet that goddamn CO first thing tomorrow.”

“Baby, it is tomorrow,” she giggled. His knuckles traced across her cheek lovingly.

“You’re so smart.” Cass rolled her eyes but kissed him again regardless. “You got any intel for me?” Her chin rested on his chest and his fingers tangled into her hair. 

“I met him in London before I got here. I think you two will get along. He’s a good pilot. Likes to have a fun time.” She kept out the specifics of his flirting and propositioning. No need to ruin the moment or start them off on the wrong footing. “Has a certain Clark Gable nature to him.” 

“Oh? Is that your type, Miss Cooper?” 

“My town is full of Rhett Butler’s. Didn’t have the best of luck with any of them.” Sadness flickered behind her eyes, maybe even hurt, and John wanted to throttle whoever was responsible. Cass lifted his wrist to look at his watch and groaned when she saw they would have to return to the real world soon. “I want to stay just like this. Forever.” 

“After all this is over,” he brushed his thumb over her lips, “we can. We will.” 

“You’ll come to my room when your day is over?” There was no reason a little slice of forever couldn’t start now. Besides, neither of them thought they would be able to sleep alone again after they had learned the solace of sleeping in the arms of each other. He inhaled his cigarette deeply.

“Counting down the seconds.” 

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He couldn’t stop fidgeting with the buttons of his jacket as Colonel Harding was flipping through the file in front of him. John had driven Cass to her room, taking his time to bid her farewell, before heading straight to his meeting. Still drunk on whiskey or her, he wasn’t quite sure, but either way he was having trouble staying focused.

“You hungover, Major?”

“No, sir. That won’t come for a few more hours.” He wondered what Cass was doing right now. Certainly something more interesting. Certainly was looking beautiful while doing it. 

“Colonel Huglin didn’t think too much of your skills as an Air Exec.”

“Well, I didn’t think too much of-” John paused as a black and white photo fell from between the papers and onto his desk. It looked like Cass. His Cass. Except she wasn’t in her uniform. It looked like she was in a satin dress with diamonds framing her face. Something settled in the pit of his stomach. 

“Too much of his flying?” John met his gaze, entirely focused now. “Well, I’m not Colonel Huglin.”

“No. You’re not.” Harding followed his gaze down to the photograph and smiled.

“You’re familiar with Lieutenant Cooper?” He was looking at her wistfully and John’s fingers were twitching to snatch it from him. No other man should be looking at her like that besides him. 

“She’s quite the officer, sir. We’ve all been nothing but impressed by her work.” 

“She’s something, alright.” He tucked the photo away but John’s rage didn’t go away with it. His skin was hot and prickly. A base instinct to protect and preserve percolating at the surface. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, Gale’s upside down letter would be for nothing. There was a knock on the door which distracted him from his plotting thoughts for a moment. “In fact, that should be her.”

Cass’ head poked around the door and if she was surprised to see John, she didn’t show it. To be fair, more often than not, her face didn’t give away much. 

“Colonel. Major.” The door clicked softly behind her and John felt the whiskey from a few hours ago stir in his stomach as Harding stood in deference to her, motioning towards the chair to the Major’s left. “Sir, I was just hoping to discuss Berlin with you. Very briefly.”

“Berlin?” John couldn’t keep it in. Why on earth would she…oh.

“Lieutenant Cooper has been selected for a prestigious opportunity,” he offered around the cigar that was now in his mouth. 

“Prestigious may not be-”

“Cassandra-” And God, if she didn’t cringe herself as the familiar use of her full name whipped across John and onto her. “-I’ve heard about your work even before I got here. Seen it up close myself if you haven’t forgotten. You’re the right officer for the job.” Cass thinks she could feel John’s nostril flaring. Thinks the arm of the chair might break under his grip. Was surprised the tapping of his toes hadn’t worn a hole in the floor. She should have known he was the jealous type. 

“Lieutenant,” John emphasized her rank as he stood, “Colonel. I should go check on a few things before the day really starts.” And because he can’t help himself around her, and because he needed to let Harding know she was off limits, he kissed her cheek. “Come find me when you’re done.” Cass was frozen with her beating cheeks on full display as John adjusted his hat and disappeared out the door. 

“I thought you didn’t like pilots.”

“That’s a bit reductive, Colonel.” Her eyes drifted to the handwritten letter at the top of his pile. “Was I too late for the demotion ceremony?” He nodded.

“Major Egan is back to being a squadron commander, effectively immediately.” Colonel Harding had greeted him with the news. John had been elated. “But you wanted to talk about Berlin.” Cass nodded around the lump in her throat. She had come to tender her declination of the operation. It wasn’t worth the risk. Not when she was this close to having John in her life permanently. Not when she could have him on her arm when she went back to South Carolina. Not when he was so close to silencing those voices in her head.

“Actually, there’s nothing left to talk about. I’m grateful for the opportunity.” If he didn’t care, then why should she? What was the point of her safety if he had no regards for his own?

“Alright, then. I’ll leave you to your preparations.” She was resolved when she exited. Felt silly for even considering turning it down. Since when had she ever let a stupid boy navigate her life? Except John wasn’t just some stupid boy that had her dreaming of white picket fences and church on Sundays and sharing a lemonade on the back porch. John was a man and he was the man she was in love with. Why couldn’t it just be that simple?

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“Well, there he is. I didn’t see you last night or this morning,” Gale said with a smile. “Thought maybe we’d lost you.” John hummed as he sat across from him and asked for a cup of coffee.

“I spent the night with Spook.”

“Did you now?” Gale thinks John looked like the cat that caught the canary. He could use his own deductive reasoning to figure out what the night entailed. “And?” He was asking if there had been any developments. If hearts had been laid bare and understandings had been reached. 

“And I’m still certain I’m in love with her. Same as I was yesterday when you asked me.”

“She say the same when you told her?” 

“Wouldn’t let me tell her,” he sighed, “told me if I said it and something happened to her on her next assignment, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself.”

“Must be hard to finally be rebuked by a beautiful woman.” John rolled his eyes, knowing Gale was loving every moment of his plight. Finally, finally, Gale was able to witness John Egan unsure of his footing. The man who had no trouble flying a plane and dropping bombs and could dance with anyone or sing in a crowded social club. His best friend had met his match and he couldn’t be more elated to have the chance to witness it.

“New CO thinks she’s beautiful, too.” 

“And how did that come up?” he asked around a bite of his breakfast. 

“A picture of her fell out of a folder he was reading. Wasn’t her official photo, she wasn’t in uniform. Looked like she was all dolled up for something…” His voice faded towards the end as he remembered the way she had looked. It was akin to the feeling he had when she showed up in her red dress. Absolute adoration and curiosity at the image of her southern society side when he knew the other side so intimately well. The side that had a ring dish of bullets on her dresser. “He looked at her the way I would. I didn’t like it.”

“Now, what was it Cass said about the word like…”

“I detested it. Better?” Gale nodded his approval then caught a glance of the woman in question over John’s shoulder. 

“Was she this upset when you left her this morning?” 

“Upset?” He furrowed his brow and looked behind him to see what he was talking about. Her face was blank as she walked purposefully towards their table. John assumed it was something he did, he had a habit of fucking up, but damn if she didn’t look elegantly gorgeous stalking towards him like that. 

“You were up early this morning, Major Cleven.” John felt a shred of relief. “I can read upside down. Helping this one get himself demoted?” So maybe it was about John. 

“You got demoted?” Kidd chimed in from his spot at the end of table. “To what?”

“Squadron Commander. 418th. Sorry, Kidd.” 

“That’s fine. As long as I get my fort back.”

“About that…”

“You son of a bitch. I’m Air Exec?” Cass chuckled dryly. 

“You’re brimming with good news today, John.” Ah. So he did do something.

“Me getting back to flying is good news, Cass. I don’t know why that would upset you.” Gale held his breath. He wished he could coach John through this. Don’t question, try to understand. But Spook was a force to be reckoned with. He was happy to just spectate.

“I’m not upset. I’m…” She was struggling to find the word. The right word. Worried. Scared. Anxious. Her feelings encompassed all of it. There was no right word for the dread that she was feeling. Forever. Pulled right out from under her.

“I’m not upset about Berlin.”

“Well, maybe you should be.” Gale was half tempted to put a hand on John’s shoulder when he cocked an eyebrow and leaned towards her. Cass had crossed her arms over her chest defensively and the temperature was rising. He wished these two would stop using their brains to talk around their thoughts and feelings and just simply say them.

“And why’s that? Your job makes you happy. Leaves you with fulfillment. And you're goddamn good at it so why would I be upset?” God, her own reasons sounded so hollow in her mind. Sounded selfish and childish. Why wasn’t he raging at her? Fighting her to stand down. She knew how to handle that. How to fight back. This she did not know how to handle. 

“Because it’s dangerous.” There it was. She was mad he was back in danger. Why didn’t she just say that? 

“Then I just gotta trust you’ll come back to me, don’t I?” Gale crooked a smile but hid it quickly. “Just like how you have to trust that I’ll come back to you.” Truthfully, it would take an act of God to keep him from her. But trust was something she had been programmed to avoid in her line of work. 

“Trust,” she echoed with a defeated laugh. 

“You know, Cass, if this whole thing ended and there were only two pilots left in the sky, it’d be me and it’d be Buck. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t count on it,” Gale muttered as he slipped a toothpick between his lips. She was ready to make a comment about the level of trust Gale’s comment would instill in her when she caught a glimpse of Mary walking into the mess hall.

“Hi, Mary!” John greeted her happily. He had a soft spot in his chest for the secretary. She was the gatekeeper between him and Cass’ billet most mornings and, on occasion, his source of base gossip while he waited with his bouquet of flowers.

“Major Egan, I didn’t see you this morning.” 

“Sorry to disappoint,” John answered with a grin, “Lieutenant Cooper kept me preoccupied.”

“Ignore this helion, Mary. Did word from Mr. Foster arrive yet?” 

“Another secret admirer?” he asked with an annoyed tone. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Cass had admirers falling out of the woodwork. He couldn’t blame them. He just wanted to know how many he would be competing with. 

“Partner,” she replied stoically. 

“He just landed actually, ma’am. Was coming to get you before I went to welcome him.” 

“Thank you, Mary. I’ll be right there.” John took her hand from where it was crossed over her chest and brought it to his lips. 

“Am I still allowed to come find you when my day’s over?” He was really asking if she was angry enough over his decision to keep him at arm’s length. If he had undone all the goodwill they had built up. If last night now meant nothing at all to her. 

“You can’t expect me to sleep by myself, Major.” Not when William’s arrival meant she would be leaving in the morning. Not when she knew the 100th was going to take another run at Norway soon. Not when Gale was looking at her with a message behind his eyes that the only way for Bucky to make it through this was for her to be at his side. 

John stood and met her halfway in a kiss, savoring her proximity for just a moment longer until he pulled away. “Make sure Mary knows I’m sorry about this morning.”

“I will. Try to stay out of trouble the rest of the day. Keep an eye on him, Buck.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cass let her fingers linger on John’s cheek before forcing herself to walk in the direction Mary had gone. 

“What do you think, Buck? I make a mistake asking for that demotion?” He turned back towards his friend. Maybe he should have stayed Air Exec, stayed safe, just like Cass had said. Maybe he should have said something about her going to Berlin.

“You’re a born leader, John. The men need you no matter if that’s here or up there.” 

“But, what if I need her? What if flying gets in the way of that?”

“Nothing could get in the way of the love you have for that girl, John.” The way Gale saw it, John hadn’t just been sent here to lead their boys through this, but to find Cass. To find his sense of purpose. His north star through all the fog. 

“Nothing except a fucking world war,” he muttered as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. 

Maybe if he was flying, he could end this thing sooner. Maybe he could save her from whatever fate had her so rattled. If he could get them that future they wanted even a moment sooner, it would all be worth it. To have her safely in his arms away from bombs and secrets and the destruction that they both brought with them. 

But first she was going to Berlin and he was going to Norway and they were both fighting for that little future. A little future tucked away with green grass and sunshine and the laughter of the ones you love. 

Neither of them knew how much more blood would need to be shed to get there. How much pain the universe had in store for them. That their paths would separate and bring them back together many times over before they earned their peace. 

For now, John would settle for making it through tomorrow.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Medicine // Ross Macdonald x Reader

a/n: I’m on my period, I’m in pain and I NEED ROSS

summary: You’re in so much pain and you’re the luckiest girl because Ross takes care of you

warnings: PURE FLUFF and a lot of period pain

masterlist

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04:18. You groan quietly as you look at the clock. You just want one night of rest. But your period pain is making sure you won’t get that.

Ross is holding you close, spooning you with his arms draped around your body. His right hand is resting on your lower stomach, having the same function as a heating pad.

Last night you had difficulties falling asleep and Ross knew and he also knew that his warmth had helped you in the past. Unfortunately as every medicine and tools to make you feel better, it stops eventually. So Ross’ touch lasted from 10pm until now. Now you’re just in pain and you can’t lay still anymore.

You slowly swoop out of Ross arms and move to the end of the bed. The windows are closed, but the curtains are open. Since the weather is shit again, not much light goes through anyway.

No matter what weather though, Ross always sleeps without a shirt. His body full on display you stand there and admire him until the pain knocks you out of your dreamy state.

You move to the bathroom, brush your teeth, change into different cozy clothes and then make your way to the kitchen. You’re in discomfort and you hope a decent amount of water will change that.

It’s not uncommon that you can’t stand for a long time, sit or lay down because everything hurts in every position. So you squat down and let your head fall between your hands. You get drowsy again and you think that you might fall asleep in this position until you feel a hand on your back. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

You keep your position, but you lift your head to look at the sleepy man in front of you. You shrug, “I couldn’t sleep anymore and everything hurts.” Ross rubs his eyes and takes the glass of water from your hands until he takes your hands and makes you stand up.

“And instead of waking me, you spend time on the kitchen floor?” He asks ironically and nudges your nose with his. “Shouldn’t be doing that, ‘s daft.” His eyes are genuine and you know he wouldn’t mind if you wake him up, but still, you know he needs his sleep as well.

You give him a smile which is replaced by a hiss when you feel like your body is going to explode. Ross rubs your lower back, knowing pain is spreading in that area as well. “Take advil yet?”

You rest your head on his shoulder and shake your head against it. Ross feels the movement and he really wants you to take it but he gives you a moment and preps your cheek with kisses.

“C’mon love, bed or couch?” His hands find your waist and he moves you back so you’re forced to look into his eyes, and forced to give him an answer.

“Couch,” you mumble and he nods. Everything in your face signalizes that your in pain and the heaviness of your eyes make it very clear that you’re tired. Through all the heaviness your hands find Ross’ beard as you pull him close and give him a soft kiss.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, I’ll prep everything for you. You want a hot-water bottle or another heat patch?” You tell him a hot-water bottle would be great and he gives you another quick kiss, then filling up the kettle with water.

You make your way into the living room, spread out the blankets and pillows, then covering yourself under them. “Don’t fall asleep just yet alright? Here.” Instead of handing you the advil, he’s telling you to ‘open up’. He’s taking care of you by not even letting you hold your own glass of water and it makes your heart flutter.

“Thank you Ross,” His perfect brown eyes are staring down at you with nothing but affection as a crooked smile fills his face. Even when it’s almost 5 am he loves to take care of you and you love him even more for that.

“Course, hate those bloody cramps as much as you do,” his hand travels from your cheek to your forehead, feeling your temperature. He doesn’t say anything, which means you’re not burning up.

The tea kettle starts to ring and Ross excuses himself, “hold on darlin, keep those eyes open ‘right,” he chuckles as he goes to finish up the hot-water bottle.

Meanwhile you cuss under your breath, hoping that the pain meds will eventually start to have an effect. You curl your legs up and try to find a comfortable position but it’s hard and you feel like you can’t breathe. You sit up and lean against the couch, tears already forming, because of the tiredness.

Ross comes into the living room and settles down next to you. He put the bottle on to the table at first, then he puts his arms under your knees to lift you onto his lap, sideways, so you can rest your head in the crook of his neck. This way he can rub your back and you can have the bottle on your stomach.

“What do you need love?” He asks as he wipes your tears with his thumb, “you tell me anything and I’ll give it to you.”

“It just hurts so bad Ross,” you murmured softy, his hands still cradling your face.

“I know,” he breathes out your name as a kind gesture, “ it’s shit.” He says, which makes you chuckle a bit against him. His british accent makes swearing funnier then it is.

He continues to hold you as wave after wave of your period pain came and went. You let your head fall against him again, closing your eyes as you focus on his breathing. “You’re doing amazing love,” he fills the silence with praises as he preps kisses to your forehead every once in a while.

It’s not long until the advil is finally working, the heat is radiating on your stomach and Ross massaging your back muscles, which help you fall into a slumber again. When Ross is sure you’re asleep, he lays you down on your back, then he cleans up for a bit before settling next to you again. One hand is holding the heating bottle to your stomach, while the other is brushing hair off of your face.

He gives you a couple of kisses until he falls asleep again as well.

-

It’s 9 when you wake up again, Ross still asleep next to you. Your pain level is better, bearable this time. You put the bottle on the table before you roll onto your side, facing Ross.

You kiss his right cheek, then the left, his forehead, his nose and then his lips. His lips forming a smile after suppressing a yawn. “Feelin’ any better?” He asks and you nod even though you’re sure he can’t see you because his eyes are still closed.

“Much. Thank you Ross, really,” you love on him, “I’m sure I would be dead without you.” He laughs and pulls you closer by letting your back find his arm.

“Anything for you, glad you’re better.” He trails kisses down your neck until his lips finally finds yours. “I love you.”

You melt right then and there, “I love you.”

It takes some time until you finally get up and get ready just to spend your day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies.

[seichira]

Hi! Can I please request an head canon of how Nagi and Reo from blue lock would react and take care of their girlfriend when she get her period. Thanks <3(Sorry for my English it’s not my first language).

PERIOD’S GOT NOTHIN’ ON ME — blue lock!

✺ featuring : seishiro nagi and mikage reo

✺ lumi’s note : hey, your wish is my command! blue lock is finally out so consider this as a celebratory gift! and also, your english is just fine so no need to apologize! here it goes, i hope you like it <3

NAGI SEISHIRO !

he does not always display signs of paying attention, and maybe he really doesn’t—but that’s not the case with you. apparently, when nagi seishiro is in love, he is the most attentive boyfriend who knows when you’re not feeling well and exactly what to do to make it all better.

as much as you would love to have your giant white-haired boyfriend’s kids running around the apartment you two share, you are simply aren’t ready. thus the sigh of relief you let out when your period arrived this morning.

however, this comes with a setback. whenever you get your period, it has the tendency to hurt, and i am not just talking about mild pains—it’s always full on dysmenorrhea that won’t allow you to get out of bed most of the time.

you called in sick, cleaned yourself up and wore the most comfortable clothes, then plopped yourself on the bed. before you even get to message your boyfriend to tell you how you are and ask about his morning at training, you fall asleep. you only wake up at the afternoon when your phone rings to your boyfriend’s call.

[ hello, baby? ] you say first.

[ you didn’t ask me about my morning. i just want to check in if everything’s okay ] nagi answers in a tone slightly different than his usual bored one. this time, he sounds concerned and you can easily imagine the pout he must have had waiting for your text.

you smile to yourself before speaking. [ i know, sei. i’m real sorry ‘bout that. it’s just… i was asleep all morning. i just woke up ]

his questions comes immediately. [ you didn’t go to university? didn’t you have classes today? is something wrong, love? ]

[ no, i’m not feeling really well. but how about you? is everything going okay in practice? try not to give isagi a headache, will you, my big baby? ]

[ tsk. answer my question with details! and for the record, i don’t give isagi headaches. it’s usually his fault. anyway, really, what’s wrong? ]

nagi closes his eyes when he hears your laugh from the other line, one that you can’t stop despite the weird feeling it gives your lower region.

[ i will tell you about it later, hm? i really need to rest, sei. see you later tonight when you get home ]

you don’t know why you’re surprised that not even an hour later, you have nagi seishiro at the edge of your bed, handling your body gently to make you face him. the pain on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, not to mention the tears at your eyes when you opened them to look up at him.

he looks godly like this. his hair is still wet, obviously leaving training right after taking a shower. he’s in a fresh sweater that would look huge on you and gray sweatpants that show just how long his legs are.

“s-sei? it’s… too early for you to be home,” you say weakly, trying not to trigger another painful surge of cramps that has you groaning.

nagi uses his hand to tuck away loose hair on your face to settle them behind your ears. he crouches down to kiss your forehead, and a hand travels down to your lower stomach to replace your hand placing pressure on it.

“you can’t expect me to stay in practice for another minute after knowing that you’re not feeling well. did you want anything? i failed to drop by the store ‘cause i was too worried.”

“n-no… you’re here. i’m okay. it just… hurts so much, sei. can’t believe i go through this every month—” you are cut off by your own whine when a painful cramp came.

nagi panics, and he sheds a tear when you wailed. he promises you he will be back as soon as he can after peppering your face with kisses. a few minutes later, he enters the room again with w glass of warm water in hand, medicine, and hot compress.

he helps you stick the hot compress to your lower tummy and makes you drink the painkiller. because frankly, seeing you in pain kills the giant boy.

“sei. sei… hurts.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know.”

the quivering of his lip is a telltale sign of how much this situation makes him upset. he knows he will never truly understand this kind of pain, but believe me, he wishes he could take it in your stead.

he situates his back to rest on the headboard before he pulls you to his lap so you can lay down on top of him. you do your best to straddle him, your chests facing together, and your face resting on his neck.

in this very comfortable position, he wraps his arm around you. its heaviness giving slow massages to your back soothes you, and you’re close to dozing off. he is huge, and that fact makes you feel even more safe and secure in his arms.

“better, baby?”

you nod against his neck, clinging your arms around him even tighter. “mhm, sei… thank you.”

he places a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad. you know i will do anything for you.”

MIKAGE REO !

your boyfriend loves to spoil you, wants you to have everything you ever want and need. however, when you’re on your period and something makes you upset, nothing seems to appease you. it leaves him confused, but one thing about mikage reo is that he will utilize all possible means to make sure you’re alright.

“can you see how we always seem to have it harder just because we’re born as women?! you men will never understand it! it sucks so bad!”

reo nods, which he usually does since he agrees with you even when you say that his lot is trash. he knows you’re not talking about him so why be defensive?

“i know, love.”

“and we have to carry the baby, too? i want kids! i want cute little children with your beautiful hair, but i don’t think i can survive that kind of pain!”

“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, y/n. babies in the future will just be a bonus, if we ever have them. but really, you are all that i want. i’m content with just the two of us.”

“but i want a baby!”

“then, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”

“but it will hurt! it might kill me!”

your boyfriend hugs you tighter from behind, as you are both sitting on the bed. he has been spending the past hour trying to get you to calm down, but you only continue rambling on and on and he figures it is best if you talk your heart out as long as you want.

the last sentence you blurted out sets of a kind of anxiety that only comes when he is confronted by a possibility where he’s not with you.

“don’t say that,” he says with purpose. “i’m not going to lose you. if we get pregnant someday, then i will get all the best doctors and admit you to the best hospital to make it as comfortable as it can be.”

you cry at that, much too overwhelmed by your sweet boyfriend, to which he comforts you endlessly and patiently. you fall asleep when you feel the strain on your eyes, and reo cuddles you to sleep.

in the middle of your slumber, he carefully unwraps his limps tangled with yours and sneaks out of the room. he hurries to buy all the stuff you mentioned you wanted earlier during your rambles.

tampons and different kinds of pads? check!

heat packs? check!

painkillers? check!

ice cream? check!

chocolates? check!

french fries? check!

fruits and berries? check!

everything else? also check!

however, unfortunately for you, you wake up and reo’s still not there. it startles you that when you reach out for his side, the sheets are cold.

where did he go? did he finally realize you aren’t pretty enough to put up with your bull? did he think you’re too much to handle? did he leave you?

but this penthouse belongs to him! will he ask you to pack up your things and he better not see you in the morning? will he tell you how annoying you are and that he can’t pretend that he loves you anymore?

somewhere within the same city, he is busy trying to figure out whether or not heated tampons weren’t real because it made you upset that they weren’t. sure, sales clerks are looking at him like he’s a crazy man, but whatever. he needs to make sure that he has given you everything he can.

but you, his pretty girlfriend he loves so much with all of his damn heart and to the bottom of his hypothalamus, is too caught up in your shitty mood to even think of the possibility that your boyfriend is making a fool out of himself for you.

you break down in inconsolable tears, and the heaviness in your heart is only made worse by the sight of blood on your sheets.

“i’m so stupid! reo won’t like blood on his bed!”

with cute sobs and hiccups escaping your lips, you will yourself to brave through the uncomfortable feeling on your lower stomach and remove the sheets to put them on the washer.

he comes home to you like that. you are standing in front of the washer, helplessly crying at the heartbreak over something that never happened. reo runs to take your smaller frame into his arms, and he is quick to ask you what is wrong.

“reo!” you wail. “thought y-you left me for good! i stained our sheets with blood and they won’t come off! a-and you don’t love me anymore!”

“oh, baby, we can always change the sheets. don’t worry your pretty lil mind about that,” he coos.

he carries you by your waist to sit you down on top of the laundry machine, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

he rubs soothing circles on your back. “and what’s this with me leaving you and not loving you? don’t you know that’s the top most impossible thing to ever happen, huh?”

“where did you go, then?”

“bought all the things you need,” he says. you look behind his shoulder and see the numerous paper bags containing literally everything. “sadly, there really aren’t heated tampons in this society.”

you want to laugh out loud at that, but you only manage to let out struggling ones so as to not instigate even more pain.

“i say all that, reo, but i really only wanted you by my side. wanted to wake up next to you.”

he nods in understanding. “i’ll keep that in mind, baby. forgive me. i’ll stay. won’t ever leave you like that again.”

you him in satisfaction. “good…”

“maybe i’ll just ask nagi to run around to buy things next time,” he concludes. that is not quite what you mean, but you know he will only be at ease when he can give you everything.

[heartofwritiing]

What am I supposed to do, if theres no you?

paring: wilbur soot x fem!reader

authors note: I was listening to soon you’ll get better by taylor swift. I couldn’t get the imagery of this song out of my head and I needed to write some sort of vent. also inspired by a fic that @starsyoubreaklikesugardust wrote called whats it like on the other side of us that utterly destroyed me and I needed a happier version... This is super self-indulgent as hell but I hope you guys like it!

warnings: angst, mentions of an illness, hospitals, heavy topics, mentions of death, reader doesn’t have a specific illness, fluff, hurt comfort, me not knowing about medical terms or hospitals so excuse me lol, unedited!

The hospital bed feels warmer when Wilbur lies beside you, the only sound in the small room is the beeping of the machine monitoring your vitals.

On most days, everything is fine. However, when he's around, it's easy to forget the inevitable fate that awaits.

When he has to leave, he goes home to sleep in an empty bed and never does sleep. In those moments of solitude, he cries until he can't anymore. He tries to distract himself by painting the kitchen yellow, fixing up the garden, going to the studio to record, and hanging out with friends. But he feels guilty he’s not beside you.

The next time you see him he looks horrible. Like he got hit by a bus and you’re wondering if you should be the one in here or him. Wilbur Voice horse, circles under his eyes and red you know is from his tears. That’s when you pull him by the arm so he can curl up next to you so he can finally get some rest.

Stoking your fingers through his hair as he snores softly into your collarbone. You think about how Wilbur would ever function without you. How is he gonna take care of himself -when-if you are gone one day. That pit is building in your stomach along with the small lump in your throat. The burning of your eyes as you silently cry while you hold him close to your body.

Because that was what your life was full of, what ifs, whens, uncertainty, and dread. He didn’t deserve that. The arguments you used to get into when you first got sick. Begging him to leave you because you knew, in the long run, this wouldn’t work out. You could spend the rest of your life in and out of hospitals while he wasted away with you.

Wilbur swore repeatedly up and down that he would never leave you. No matter how much you tried to drive him away or how hard matters got.

Wilbur was constantly worried about your well-being, but he held onto hope that you would recover. This was especially true after the first time he brought you home.

You were happy to leave the uncomfortable hospital bed and small room reeking of antiseptic. You slow danced with him in the living room to Elton John playing from his phone speaker, listened to him write new songs, and slept in because you missed waking up in your shared bed. You felt like your old self again and he loved seeing you that way.

When things got worse again, the bright light in your eyes would soon fade, like water extinguishing a flame, as you had to leave your home and return to that sterile, white-washed room.

When you are back in that hospital bed, with the scratchy sheets and the fluorescent lights that hurt your eyes you’re back to being a shell of a human. The depression hits you harder and Wilbur does all he can to help. make you as comfterble as possible despite the weight of the situation.

You know he’s only trying to provide solstice. The small room fills with his soft voice as he reads your favorite stories. Telling you bad jokes he’s heard from Tommy that get you to at least crack a smile. He feels proud he was the one to grant you some form of happiness.

-

His hand holds your shaking, cold one as the IV pumps treatment into your veins. He leans over in his chair to be closer to you, lips against your knuckles. Your eyes meet in a longing stare that says 'I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.' You gently squeeze his hand.

“Wil?” You asked hoarsely.

“Yes, darling?” His voice is intimate, making you feel like there are people around even though it's just the two of you. The nickname always makes your tummy flutter with delight.

You want to capture the way he looks at you in a picture. He tentatively waits for your next words, his doe eyes filled with concern. You clear your throat and exhale softly.

“I was thinking... maybe we should find a house in the country,” you say. Wilbur remains silent. "Somewhere quiet, with big fields where we can see the sky, and watch the sunset on the porch."

You've mentioned how you'd love to live out in the country. A cottage large enough for you both to have separate areas. A streaming room for him, and a bedroom and den for you to store all your books and painting supplies.

A place where you can finally be free from confinement. Despite Wilbur's jokes about you being an old soul, you were in touch with life through knitting, painting, reading, and walks. That's what he wanted to give you again.

Your voice is quieter now, creating a moment just for you. The heaviness in your voice made your eyes well up. You could feel his thumb caressing your knuckles. Like a silent ‘take your time’. Your throat closes up as you keep talking. Your breath is shaking, primarily due to the cold temperature of the room and the medicine making you feel woozy. But you and Wilbur knew it was the emotional weight you tried to carry with your words.

Somewhere we can grow old together.

The sentence sits heavily in your mind. You'd like to say it to him. You wanted to share it with him so badly, but it felt painful to have cross your mind.

Wilbur already knows by the look in your eyes. He leans over you, lovingly presses a kiss to your forehead, and wipes away a single tear before it can roll down your cheek. Slowly he moves down, then presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Whatever you want, my love.” he squeezes your hand back.

-

Wilbur spent weeks searching through countless home-selling websites for your dream house, but none were to his liking or within your budget. A month later, while sitting uncomfortably in a hospital chair with his long legs curled up to his chest, he scrolled through his phone and stumbled upon a house that seemed too good to be true.

He scheduled numerous appointments to see the house, ensuring everything was in order before making a final decision. Moving his belongings with the help of friends and bandmates was hectic.

He spent weeks preparing for your homecoming, buying new furniture, and arranging your books to your liking, making everything perfect only then he would finally surprise you.

He's there to take you to his car the day you leave the hospital. He takes care of you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and ensuring you're ready to leave before setting off.

As Wilbur drives past your shared apartment, soft indie tunes play through the car's speakers, and you lean back against the headrest, watching the scenery pass by. You realize you passed the turn to your house and Wilbur's hand takes yours.

Wilbur turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and says, "We're not going home just yet." A faint smile is on his lips as if he's hiding something from you. He then drives in a different direction, and you can't help but feel excited about what he has planned.

"Where are we going?" you ask. As you speak, he can hear your worry.

"If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise," he says.

He knows you're antsy in your seat but it'll be worth it. After driving through winding roads and trees, he pulls up to a house with an arched doorway and slanted roof, almost like the one you dreamed of growing up.

Wilbur turns off the ignition, rushes to your side, opens the car door, and with a grin offers his hand to help you out. Wilbur leads you to the front door, unlocks it with a small key, and picks you up to carry you over the threshold.

"Welcome home darling," he says.

You are led through the house, to the hallway to the cozy living room. taking everything in slowly.

The soft pillows on the sofa, your paintings on the walls, your books on the shelf, and Wilbur's record player and vinyl set up. His acoustic guitar set against the wall caused your eyes to well up.

"Wilbur," you began, but tears rolled down your face as the emotions overwhelmed you. Why was he going through all this trouble for a silly dream?

Wilbur frowned as he tried to place you on the recliner, but you clung to him, so he sat down with you in his lap. Speaking softly into your ear with tender words to calm you.

You drew away from him, noticing the worry in his gaze as you locked eyes with Wilbur, he searched your expression frantically, attempting to figure out the cause of your distressed state.

"Are you okay?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know it's a lot to take all at once, but I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry for being secretive."

You shake your head, in slight remorse for making him assume he upset you or pushed things too far.

"I'm just so happy." you beamed tearily.

Ease washed over him, and a sigh escapes his lips. Tears well in his eyes. He gently takes the back of your head and brings you to meet him for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as they enveloped yours passionately. You reciprocated his kiss, bringing your hands to thread in his hair. Your noses brushed as you pulled away to catch your breath.

While holding each other, you remained in that position. Your breathing was slow and unsteady, and tears streamed down your face as you cried onto Wilbur's shoulder. Everything, for the first time in a long time, felt perfect.

Everything you had ever wanted was with Wilbur, and you were never going to want anything else.

Wilbur knew in his heart, soon you would get bette, because you just had to.

End.

tagging: @merakiwi @trashcanduck  @addxms @ax-y10

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Portent

Chapter 4 of the Dark!Gale fic is here...

'Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?' - NFWMB, Hozier

She woke curled catlike on soft cushions, opened her eyes to tendrils of darkness so sharp and cold they felt corporeal. Her breath came in puffs of white smoke, though she could feel a ceiling far above, stone walls shelled in thin sheets of ice. The tiled floor was below… too far below. Suddenly painfully awake her stomach lurched as she peered over the edge of her seat.

Where is everyone? Where am I?

The doors, two thin, tall shards, creaked open. A familiar figure swept inside; she’d know the set of his shoulders and the purposeful stride anywhere.

‘Gale?’ she said into the dark. ‘Where are we?’ Keep calm. Show no fear.

‘Ah, my love,’ he said gently, buoyantly. ‘You’re awake. I’m sure you can forgive me the interruption to your consciousness, the logistics of travel would have been… far too much for you, I fear. Not that you aren’t capable, of course! Just that… well.’ He climbed upward, a spiral of cold stone, leaning on a quarterstaff. Frost gathered at the hem of his robes, white cold trailing in his wake. ‘Are you hungry?’ He knelt, placed a hand on her cheek. She felt warmth sap from her into his fingers, gathering in his palm like the gentle heat of turned earth in the sun. ‘Thirsty?’ His voice was velvet soft, lulling, knowing. ‘You must sustain yourself.’ Leaning forward, he captured her mouth softly. She squirmed in his grip, but opened all the same, blooming like a corpse rose. ‘Both, then,’ he whispered against her lips.

With naught but a wave of his hand, a feast appeared before her. Stews and pies, sweet and savoury, tea and beer and wine and water. Tav consumed until she was full, fit to burst; she hadn’t realised how ravenous she was.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it?’ said Gale apologetically, stroking her hair. He seemed to tower above her, seemed thinner somehow. Almost sickly.

‘What’s going on?’ Her voice trembled. ‘Why is it so cold?’

‘An… unfortunate side effect. You are so warm, so vital, you can’t help but wither a little. I hope to help you bloom.’

‘Where is everyone?’

‘Everyone?’

‘Our friends. Where are our friends?’ Panic rose in her throat. ‘We were in Reithwin. The shadow curse-’

‘Shhh. Calm yourself.’ A wash of magic coiled around her. Her heart slowed. She breathed out. ‘Good. You need not trouble yourself about them. They are after all capable, talented, determined. Ruthless even, in Astarion’s case. They are going to be fine without us. But I couldn’t leave you with them. Not there. It’s not safe.’

‘Okay,’ she said, placating. ‘Alright. We stay here. But I’m cold.’

‘I know.’ He had nothing more to offer than a voice dripping with sorrow.

Tav shifted; her legs were cramping, tucked under her like this. Rolling her shoulders and taking a breath, she braced herself to stand… and couldn’t move. Invisible force pulled at her ankles, a gravitational riptide that sent her crumpling. ‘What the hells-’

‘Oh my love,’ said Gale gently. ‘Don’t hurt yourself.’

‘Why can’t I move?’ Her voice rose an octave, shivering on the edge of panic. ‘What in the hells is going on?!’

He sighed, exasperated. ‘We’ve been over this…’

‘I just got here!’

‘Beloved, listen.’ His voice took on a hard edge, flooding her with freezing dread. ‘I have to do this, do you understand? I must. For all our sakes, or the orb-’

‘TELL ME THE TRUTH!’ she screamed, fighting her invisible bonds, thrashing against them like a wild animal. Gale caught her by the nape of her neck, glaring down at her.

‘Binding magic,’ he said, deadly calm. ‘I can’t lose you again. You must understand.’ His eyes, usually so rich and deep, held a hint of green, glimmering in their depths. Something was off. ‘The shadow curse, the Sharrans, Thorm and our quest for a cure, none of it matters if you’re not with me. I would see the world burn down if I had to. You know I’m devoted, you know, you felt it. Look at me. Look at me, Tav-’

‘Fuck you,’ she said. ‘You can’t do this. Have you gone insane?’

His mouth set in a thin line. ‘If memory serves you rather seemed to enjoy it last time. Go then.’ He sliced upwards with a hand, breaking her bonds. ‘See how far you get, if you must. But out there is death. I love you. I love you so much.’

She scrambled to her feet, turned her back to the great doors at the end of the hall, and gasped. She had been seated at the foot of a throne, intricately woven out of bones. She shot for the door and he didn’t stop her as she slammed against it, unable to break the arcane lock.

Alright then, she thought. Alright. She moved deeper into the castle. It wasn’t a trap. She could trust that at least. Gale was devious with his enemies, but not her. They were not on opposing sides. Not yet.

The hallways were morgue-like, glittering with ice that crackled softly underfoot. She would not run here. Stepping carefully, she ducked into a room, closed the door as softly as possible, and turned. It looked like it had been cosy once, with velvet hangings, art on the walls, a grand piano, a great harp that was taller than she was. A desk piled high with papers dominated the left wall, full length windows to the north opening onto nothing but chilly dark. She dared not open them.

For a heartbeat or two, Tav listened at the door. Nothing but eerie oppressive shadow and the scream of chilly winds.

Then footsteps.

‘My love?’ Oh, his voice was so warm. So falsely inviting. ‘Please, we should talk about this…’

Her eyes went to the desk. Daring not to touch anything, she scanned quickly; diagrams for a gemstone, like the ones kept in collars to identify pets. Heart thundering, she read:

‘…in this way, the gemstone might be modified to house…’ the rest scrubbed away with magic, Gale’s elegant script in the margins: ‘Not enough. Too obvious. Tara would never agree. But perhaps…?’

Another diagram, overleaf. She’d have to turn the page. She risked it, eyes darting towards the door. Looking back, she saw her own eye, the one Volo had given her, staring back at her. It was an intricate sketch, all its oddities accounted for. A ‘?’ in the margins. ‘This would be perfect. I love her. She wouldn’t fail me like that. I could simply… but no. No, that’s… still, we are beyond that now. I must.’ Other words came after but they blurred as a heaviness pressed into her forehead, the room swimming. One word stood out among them all, elegantly picked out in stark black ink.

There was a roaring in her ears. Her breath came fast, she sank down, head muddled and foggy.

Gale’s arms encircled her. ‘There you are,’ he said. ‘Oh sweetling, look at you, you must rest. I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’ll never have to worry again.’ His face floated before her like a dream. His lips pressed to her forehead. The word was on the tip of her tongue. Her teeth chattered, his touch sending gooseprickles racing across her skin. He watched her like he knew what she wanted to say. ‘Go on,’ he encouraged. ‘My clever girl. Speak.’

His eyes were deep dark pits, the spark of necrosis rendering them inhuman. He did not blink. She could not look away. She spoke the word, something between them breaking. Something within him strengthening. He licked his lips. They were bloodless, dead.

‘Lich.’

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[sooniessoulmate]

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝙲𝚑.𝟷 - 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋*𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟸

Pounding shot after shot, beer after beer, anything it takes to forget. To forget all of the hurt, pain, and flat out disappointment. Why won’t he love you? What was wrong with you? You knew you  could make Jisung happy, happier than anyone else could ever do. Why couldn’t he see this? What was so great about her? You fight the tears back and continue to drown your sorrows in the free flowing liquor, the only thing left to find solace in. 

Somehow you ended up in the bathroom hugging the porcelain throne, uncontrollably spewing all of the contents in your stomach. You knew you were over doing it tonight, but you couldn’t control yourself. Emotions were something you never handled well. And this, well this night was probably one of the worst nights of your life.

You closed your eyes, instantly reliving the awful events from earlier in the evening.

Jisung was climbing out of the pool, glistening as the water beamed off of his perfectly toned body. He was total perfection and you couldn’t deny or contain your feelings for this man any longer.

“I love you, Park Jisung,” you blurted out before realizing you actually said the words. 

Jisung’s head dropped. You knew he’d be surprised by your sudden outburst but ultimately you hoped that he would respect your determination, slight desperation and that alone would win him over.

“Don’t,” he stated, bluntly. “You’re wasting your time.”

That was when the dagger was shoved deep into your chest. You were able to feel all of those earth shattering emotions as if it was the first time. You reopened your eyes, a tear escaping, streaming down your cheek. The vomiting continued until there was nothing left. 

You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know how utterly disgusting that is to do but there is literally no one left to impress. You accept the fact that you are going to be alone forever, so why even try at this point. You push yourself up using the vomit covered toilet as support, stumbling out of the stall. Everything was spinning, and you knew full and well that you weren’t walking straight. Anyone with eyes would be able to see that you were clearly intoxicated. The door opened and there he was. You slightly fell towards him, uncontrollably.

You lay comfortably in the bed, sprawled out, finally happy in your state of semi-unconsciousness. The door slowly opens, the squeaking hinges disturbing your peace. You open your eyes, quickly getting out of bed and stumbling towards the man who entered the room. You are still quite intoxicated and still aren't stable on your feet. You stumble and fall into his arms.

“Where am I?” you ask, trying to stand up on your own.

“My room,” he says with a visible smirk on his face. “I took pity on you since you looked like a drunken dog.”

“Were you worried about me, Jisung?” you ask, placing your hand onto his shoulder in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

“Oh you…” he sighs, grabbing your waist. “You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

“Jisung,” you whisper, staring deeply into his eyes. “May I ask you something?”

You quickly drop onto your knees pulling the boy down with you so he would still be eye to eye.

“Will you be mine?” you ask, desperately. “I’ll do my best to value you.”

He didn’t respond but the look on his face told you that he desired you too. You stare deeply into his eyes, searching for the confirmation you desperately want and need. You pull the boy onto the bed, hopping on top, straddling him between your legs. You lean down pressing your body tightly against his, you want more than anything to be able to press your lips tightly against his. For some reason, he still didn’t resist. You inch closer, slowly shutting your eyes waiting for the moment your lips would finally meet.

One day ago…

Park Jisung was standing in front of a book shelf in the university’s library.  He was peacefully scanning the books, obviously searching for a specific title.

You smiled when you spotted your crush all alone. There was no one around to get in the way and you could have some much needed alone time with the one man that drove you absolutely insane.

“What book are you looking for?” you happily asked, surprising him as you walked up from behind.

“Oh,” Jisung smiled when he realized it was you. You noticed his cute bunny reaction and how uncomfortable he became in that moment, clearly showing he has some sort of feelings toward you. “Just a book to help with basic calculus. I’m not doing so well in that class.”

“I’m great at calc,” you boasted, with a huge stupid smile on your face. “Let me help you with that.”

Jisung froze for a moment before speaking, “no, it’s ok. Someone already gave me a list.”

You watched as Jisung quickly started to walk to another shelf. You took a deep breath before following again. 

“Who? Dr. Karina?” you huffed, trying to hide your disdain but failing miserably.

Jisung slowly nodded, turning to look at you with a little smile on his face. Even though you knew he had a slight connection with her, it still stung. You’re selfish and you wanted him all to yourself.

“Jisung…she may be better than me at school shit,” you smirked, trying to make seductive eyes in his direction. “But I’m quite talented at other things.”

Donghyuck walked around the bookshelf, forcefully placing his body in between you and your ‘love’. 

“Talented at being annoying?” he hissed, staring intently into your eyes. “Can’t you see that my friend doesn’t want to talk to you?”

“It’s none of your damn business,” you growled, cocking your head.

“I am your senior,” Donghyuck snapped as he flicked your forehead with his fingers. It caused you to wince but only because you didn’t expect him to touch you.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” you asked, displaying a visible scowl on your face.

“Hey Hyuck,” Jisung said, grabbing his friend by the arm to pull him back. “You’re disturbing the other people in here, let’s just go.”

Donghyuck glared for a moment and you were waiting for some unnecessary, unneeded words to come out of his mouth but to your surprise he silently turned around and followed Jisung. Before he was out of sight completely, Donghyuck turned to make eye contact while pointing a forceful finger in your direction. “Leave my friend the fuck alone.” He stared for a moment longer for impact then turned and disappeared out of sight, leaving you standing alone very aggravated. For some reason Donghyuck had an issue with you and you didn’t understand why. You never did anything to him personally and yet he was always so nasty. But you weren’t going to let some asshole deter your feelings for the man you knew was your soulmate.

Donghyuck followed Jisung out of the library and then the two boys went their separate ways. Donghyuck had a lunch date with the only thing that made him happy these days, his loving girlfriend, Yeji. He practically ran to the lunch table where they meet almost every day, smiling eagerly when he saw Yeji already sitting at their table.

“Sorry I’m a little late, babe,” Donghyuck said before kissing his girlfriend’s face and taking his rightful seat next to her.

“It’s ok, Hyuckie,” Yeji smiled, not looking up from her phone. She was always distracted with her phone, never seeming to pay him enough attention but just the fact that she was his was enough, for now.  

“I was in the library with Sung and that annoying bitch was harassing him again,” Donghyuck explained to his clearly uninterested girlfriend. “Jisung is too nice so I had to step in.”

“Oh ok,” she nodded.

“If she was a guy, I would have knocked her out for the way she was acting,” Donghyuck continued.

“She just follows her heart, Hyuckie,” Yeji whined, finally setting her phone on the table, momentarily.

“But…” Donghyuck exhaled slowly out of frustration, pondering how to word what he wanted to say properly without upsetting his love too much. “Jisung made it clear that he doesn’t like her.”

Yeji smiled, gently touching Donghyuck’s cheek, “Well, I remember there was once somebody who was coming to see me every day, regardless of what I said.”

“No, that’s not the same thing,” Donghyuck argued with a goofy smile on his face, just happy that she touched him. “You weren’t annoyed by me, were you?”

“You’re right,” she smiled while nodding. “But I will get annoyed if you don’t take me out to a wonderful dinner tonight.”

“Tonight?” Donghyuck repeated which she nodded in response. “I have plans with Jaemin and friends.”

Yeji turned away, crossing her arms and pouting, “you told me that you would have more time for me after your report was finished.”

“How about this?” Donghyuck said readjusting in his seat. “I’ll be at your place before ten. I promise.”

“I don’t believe you,” Yeji continued pouting as she picked up her phone again.

“But I promise,” he insisted.

Yeji smiled, shaking her head no, “I don’t believe you.”

“I promise,” he repeated again and she shook her head again, playfully.

“So are you coming tonight?” Donghyuck asked while looking down at his friend who was hanging onto the side of the university’s pool.

“Oh boy,” Jisung winced at the thought, reaching up to scratch his head while contemplating his answer. “I don’t know, I have practice early in the morning so I probably should just stay in tonight.”

You started walking out from the locker room, noticing the two boys talking. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop but you needed to talk to Jisung and you definitely didn’t want to do it with that asshole, Donghyuck, there.

“Oh come on,” Donghyuck whined. “You don’t need to practice, you’re already the best we have. Plus you NEVER hang out with us anymore.”

“You ALWAYS use that as an excuse,” Jisung rolled his eyes before taking a dramatically deep breath. “Fine, I’ll go.”

Donghyuck clapped his hands, victoriously, “that’s what I’m talking about. I’ll get ready and I’ll see you there. Okay?”

“Yes yes,” Jisung nodded, clearly irritated but still smiling at how childish his friend can be.

Donghyuck turned around, seeing you standing there, patiently waiting your turn to talk to Jisung. His demeanor instantly shifted. You still didn’t understand why you had that kind of effect on him but that wasn’t important at the moment. Donghyuck headed over in your direction and you weren’t sure what was going through his mind but if looks could kill, you certainly wouldn’t be taking another breath on this planet.

“Hyuck, stop that,” Jisung ordered about to climb out of the pool. “She’s here to practice, that’s all.”

Donghyuck stopped for a moment, turning to look at Jisung then back at you. He looked as though he was going to say something, ignorant, you're sure but, for some reason nothing was said. He stormed off, without even saying goodbye to his friend. Jisung stared at Donghyuck, making sure he continued to leave before lifting his body out of the pool. You watched as the water dripped off of his perfect figure. He grabbed a towel from the bench and started walking in the opposite direction of where you were standing.

“Hey Jisung,” you called out, silently panicking because whenever he looks at you, you can feel your body losing control.

Jisung slowly turned around, “what?” he asked.

“Can I be honest with you?” you wondered as the panic really started to set in. You felt antsy and scared but also excited because deep down you truly believed you already knew what the outcome was going to be.

“What’s up?” Jisung asked, smiling so sincerely he looked like he was ready to laugh.

Laugh at you? That can’t be, Jisung isn’t the type of person to laugh at someone in this situation.

“I love you, Park Jisung,” you blurted out before realizing you actually said those words.

Jisung’s head dropped. You knew he’d be surprised by your sudden outburst but ultimately you hoped that he would respect your determination, slight desperation and that alone would win him over.

“Don’t,” he stated, bluntly. “You’re wasting your time.”

“Why?” you asked, heartbroken, not only by his words but also the tone. “Karina likes you. And I like you too. Is there any difference?”

Jisung hesitated for a moment, “there is. I like her, not you.”

“Can’t you just give me a chance?” you pleaded, trying to hold back the tears that you could feel forming in your eyes. “I promise you, I’m going to make you like me one day.”

“You can’t do that because the only person I have feelings for is Karina,” Jisung stated, sounding more confident in his words than he has ever in the past. 

You wanted to say more, you wanted to ask what was wrong with you but the words wouldn’t come out. Jisung slowly turned and walked away leaving you behind broken into little pieces. He didn’t seem to care in the least and that hurt more than his words could ever.

You make your way to the local bar where everyone from the university hangs out. The only thing to do at this point is to drown your feelings with as much alcohol that you can consume. Shot after shot, beer after beer, anything it takes.

Donghyuck was sitting at a table across the bar with his friends. Happily drinking in their own world.

“Come on, make a toast,” Jaemin said, raising his glass up signaling for his other friends to join him in the act.

“Alright alright,” Donghyuck said, raising his glass. He cleared his throat dramatically before speaking. “Here’s to all that wish us well and those that don’t can go to hell.”

“CHEERS!” everyone shouted out in unison, clicking their glasses together before chugging their full pints of beer.

“Mark is paying for today,” Jeno announced.

“Of course, my mom gave me a lot of money last night,” Mark boasted.

“Your mom?” Chenle asked. “Don’t you mean your sugar momma?”

“Yea same thing,” Mark shrugged, confused by the difference.

Jaemin zoned out of the conversation, noticing Donghyuck chug his entire beer. “Are you in a rush?” he asked.

“Indeed I am,” Donghyuck nodded. “Right now my girl is at home sulking.”

“Whoa what is this?” Jeno asked, with judgment written all over his face. 

“You’re drinking with friends, not with a bunch of girls,” Chenle laughed, joining in on the judgment.

“Right,” Soojin chimed in, amused by her friend acting whipped.

“The thing is,” Donghyuck smiled, sitting back in his chair while folding his arms across his chest. “Single people like you couldn’t possibly understand my situation.”

“Ouch,” Soojin gasped, placing a hand on her chest, pretending to be insulted. “You’re hurting my feelings.”

“You’re not the only one who has someone,” Mark chimed in. 

“That’s right,” Chenle nodded with a shit eating grin on his face. “Mark has his mom.”

“That’s right,” Mark boasted, proudly. “I have my sugar mommy.”

“It’s sugar momma,” Donghyuck laughed. “And that is not the same thing.”

“What about Jisung?” Jeno asked. “I thought he was coming?”

“Yea I texted him,” Soojin said, pulling her phone out to make sure she didn’t receive a text back. “You better call him, Hyuck.”

Donghyuck picked up his phone to call his friend to find out where he was at. “Hey, where you at?” he listened to his friend’s explanation on the other line, with the occasional “uh huh” signaling he understood. “Alright man, get some rest, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He disconnected the call, placing his phone down onto the table, trying to hide the mix of emotions he was feeling. He smiled at his friends who were currently staring at him, waiting for an explanation. “Um, so Jisung isn’t feeling well so he’s just going to stay home tonight.”

“Awwww he always bails on us anymore,” Mark complained.

“Leave him alone,” Soojin snapped. “The championships are coming up soon and he does need some rest.”

“What are you his mom?” Mark asked, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure as hell ain’t your mom,” she laughed.

Donghyuck looked around the bar, annoyed by so much at this point, his eyes caught yours when you just happened to look up from your own battle.  You cocked your head, refusing to look away. That asshole did not want to mess with you, not the way you were feeling tonight. But he was refusing to look away. Maybe it was to prove a point, whatever the reason you didn’t care.

You cocked your head and lipped, “what the fuck are you looking at?”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Donghyuck yelled, standing up abruptly. Jaemin quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back down into his seat.

“What’s going on?” Mark asked.

“Calm down, Donghyuck,” Jeno ordered.

“Why were you staring at her like that anyways,” Jaemin asked.

Donghyuck didn’t respond, he sat silent slowly sipping his beer. 

“I’ll be back, I gotta take a piss,” Donghyuck said before standing up and making his way into the men’s room. As he was peeing, he thought he heard the sounds of someone vomiting. When he was done he turned and noticed you in your current state of despair while hugging the porcelain throne. Donghyuck almost offered you help but he knew you would deny any assistance, especially coming from him. He turned around shaking his head, walking to once again join his friends.

“Alright guys, this is my last drink,” he smiled, sitting down in his seat.

“Cheers,” everyone said in unison and clinking their glasses for the last time of the evening.

“Actually, you guys should stay,” Donghyuck announced, looking around.

“I think we’re done anyways,” Soojin said, looking at everyone else who were also nodding their heads.

“Let’s all leave together,” Mark smiled.

“Yea next time when Jisung can come, we’ll party till the sun comes out,” Jaemin suggested.

“Yea ok,” Donghyuck nodded with a small smile on his face, appreciating how good of people his friends were, at times. “So I’m done for today, my girl is waiting.”

“Alright,” Chenle said, waving goodbye, “we’ll see ya.”

You finally stumbled out of the bathroom, heading towards the exit. You had more than enough and you just had to get home. There were shady looking men standing near the door. Normally you wouldn’t trust going around guys like that but in this state, the only urgency you felt was to get the hell home.

“Hey sexy lady,” the one man smirked, aggressively grabbing the crotch of his pants. “I have something you would like.”

“Ugh,” you responded with total utter disgust. If you wouldn’t have already vomited everything in your stomach, this surely would have made you get sick.

“That’s no way to talk to a man, bitch,” he growled, grabbing a hold of your wrist. He squeezed so tight you were certain it would leave bruises.

You instinctively smacked him across his face, “fuck you.”

Without hesitation the man smacked you back causing you to fall to the ground. He walked towards you snarling, “yes, I will be fucking you.”

Donghyuck ran over shoving the man, “back the fuck up,” he growled.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man snarled.

“I’m her friend and I’m taking her home,” Donghyuck announced, helping you up off the ground. “Come on, let’s go.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you up so he could guide you outside.

“You’re helping me, Jisung?” you asked.

“You drank way too much,” Donghyuck induced. He let go of you and pushed you onto your car that was sitting in the parking lot. “Get home yourself, my girl is waiting for me.”

As Donghyuck started to walk away, you panicked.  “Hey where are you going?”

Donghyuck didn’t respond, he turned around once when he reached his motorcycle to see you slowly fall down the side of your car onto the ground. Your eyes felt so heavy and you were just over this night. You leaned down laying your head on your gravel pillow. Hopefully something happens to you during the night and you wouldn’t open your eyes in the morning. It has to be better than dealing with these awful feelings.

Donghyuck turned to get onto his motorcycle, hesitating. Even though you two didn’t get along he'd feel guilty if something bad happened to you. He turned, walked over and picked you up off of the ground with little to no resistance. He gently placed his only helmet on your head making sure it was nice and tight.

“Jisung, thank you for this,” you mumbled as you climbed on the back of his bike. 

Donghyuck grabbed your arms, placing them around his waist, “hold on tight, ok?”

“I’ll hold on to you forever, Jisungie,” you said, resting your head against Donghyuck’s back. You close your eyes, feeling like you're in a dream, holding onto him with everything you had left in you.

Donghyuck pulled the motorcycle inside a garage on the outskirts of town. He quickly hopped off and turned to assist you. He pulled the helmet off of your head, placing it back onto his bike. He then helped you off, so you wouldn’t lose your balance and fall.

“Is this your home, Jisungie?” you ask, playfully hitting his chest. In your mind you performed this move seductively but in reality you look like a buffoon who is clearly way too intoxicated.

Donghyuck shakes his head at the state that you’re in then helps you up a set of stairs leading into a bedroom. He attempted to drop you onto his bed but you pulled him down with you. You’re not going to let him go that easily. He quickly sat up and you followed suit, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Won’t you sleep with me?” you begged. You would never beg for something like this while sober but clearly you weren’t thinking straight. Donghyuck attempted to pull away with a grunt of fake disgust.

“Why are you disgusted by me?” you asked, attempting to stare into his eyes. “Huh, Jisungie?”

Donghyuck panicked, pushing away from your grip, “Yes I am,” he grunted, pushing you back onto his bed. You wanted to sit back up but your body wouldn’t cooperate, you started to fall victim to the sandman.

Donghyuck watched you for a few seconds while he took off his jacket, throwing it onto a chair in the room. He walked outside of his bedroom leaving you alone in his bed, walking back downstairs to the garage. He pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket, seeing that he had twelve missed calls. “Fuck,” he grunted before dialing back the girlfriend that he loved but stood up to help the girl that he couldn’t stand.

“What the hell, Hyuck, where are you?” Yeji asked immediately once she answered the phone.

“I’m at home,” he hesitated. “Well, it’s kind of a long story but I can’t come over tonight. I’m really sorry, baby.”

Yeji sat silent, not understanding his reasons for why he didn’t want to see her. 

“Are you mad at me, baby?” Donghyuck asked, holding his breath, scared to hear her answer.

Yeji exhaled deeply before responding, “no, I guess not.”

“Really?” Donghyuck asked, surprised.

“I’m really tired, I’m just going to go to bed now,” she sighed as she quickly hung up her phone.

“Goodnight, baby, I love you,” Donghyuck expressed before realizing the call was already disconnected. He attempted to call her back a few times with no answer. “Damn it, I shouldn't have helped her. I should have just left her there.” He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and chugged it, then another, and another. By the time he was finally done drinking, he wasn’t quite as upset. He made his way back to his bedroom where you were still laying in his bed. You heard the door close, waking you from your slumber. You stretched out, rubbing your eyes, in shock that Jisung was here with you, wherever here was. You stood up, stumbling over towards your love, reaching out for him, “where are we?”

“My room,” Donghyuck responded, fighting off your advances. “I took pity on you since you looked like a drunken dog.”

“Were you worried about me, Jisung?” you asked, placing your hand onto his shoulder in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?” Donghyuck snapped, grabbing your waist.

“Jisung,” you whispered, staring deeply into his eyes. “May I ask you something?”

“No,” Donghyuck snapped, pushing you out of his comfort zone.

“Please,” you begged.

“What is it, damn it, ” he asked annoyedly, grabbing your shoulder, pulling you in closer to his face, trying to show you how irritated he currently was. “If I was Jisung, what would you ask me?”

“You,” you whispered, wanting so badly to kiss him. “I want you, Jisung.” You dropped down to your knees pulling the boy down with you so he would still be eye to eye.

“Would you be mine?” you ask, desperately. “I’ll do my best to value you.” There it was the moment you have been waiting for, you move closer, inching your lips towards his.

“I’m not…” Donghyuck starts, attempting to pull away from you but you were not going to give up that easily. You pull the boy onto the bed, hopping on top, straddling him between your legs. You lean down pressing your body tightly against his, wanting more than anything to be able to press your lips tightly against his. “Sto…”

“Please,” you quickly interrupted him. “I’m begging you, give me just tonight and I won’t bother you anymore.”

Donghyuck didn’t respond, you stare intently into each other’s eyes. You could feel that he did want you at that moment. You slowly lower your face closer to his, gently placing your lips against his. The taste of beer stained his lips but that was the best tasting beer you ever had in your life. You could feel the passion while he kissed you back which only drove you more insane. You made your way to his neck, lightly kissing and sucking, playfully teasing him. Donghyuck turned his head, blocking you from his neck, forcing your lips to meet again. He gently rolled you over, crawling on top of you. He pulled away, lifting his shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the floor. You sat up, needing to feel his lips again, grabbing at his belt, attempting to get it out of the way. Donghyuck let out a slight chuckle at your struggle, pushing your hands away and loosened the buckle and his jeans. He slid out of the unnecessary clothing kicking them onto the floor as well. He gently removed your clothing, throwing them onto the pile with his. He lowered you back down onto his bed, running his hand over your smooth skin. This was the moment you have always wanted and it felt perfect.

The morning light peeked through the blinds, disturbing your peaceful sleep. You open your eyes and even though your head was throbbing you are still ecstatic. You finally had your chance with the man you love and you are positive that after what you two shared that Jisung is going to be yours forever. You feel his hand lightly touch your hair which makes you smile.

 “Jisungie,” you whisper before turning over to look at your love. Your smile instantly drops from your face. “What the fuck,” you panic, sitting up and covering your still naked body with the sheet that was on his bed.

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

[narcolini]

open wounds

frank castle x gn!reader, ex dating, hurt/comfort, 2404 words

for day 6 of whumpril : salve | painkillers | bad coping mechanisms

warnings for burns, implied suicidal intentions, terrible first aid probably

a/n: yknow when you love a character so much that you dont even know where to start with writing about them?? no?? just me?? im shaking in my boots... also huge shout out to @ashlingiswriting for helping with this!!

tagging: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa @cositapreciosa​ (five times as requested)

He’s dripping wet. Frank, back at your door, for the first time in half a year, and dripping wet from head to toe. His jeans, his hoody, his boots—which must weigh a tonne, if they’re as full of water as the rest of him. He’s scrubbed his face dry, clearly, because the front of his hair is sticking upright, brushed up by the rough of his fingertips, and his cheeks are cleaner than the rest of him. Bare of the grime he’s covered in. If it wasn’t so obviously a bad thing—him being here, him being anything other than his usual self—you might’ve laughed. Might’ve joked about him choosing the worst church for an over-due baptism.

‘What the fuck happened?’ you scoff, bypassing all other greetings. You don’t even spare the thought to be annoyed at him, to tell him to go away, get out of here, before someone sees you. You just balk, and frown, and hang off the door as you look him over. ‘You look like you went free-diving in the river, Frank.’

He doesn’t respond, just sighs and tilts his head as if to say—

‘Oh my God.’ He did. He jumped into the fucking river. ‘That explains the stink, then.’

‘Yup.’

It’s pouring off him. Stale water, oil spill.

‘Look, I gotta ask you a favour,’ he says, awkward about it, though you’d thought as much already. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.’

And you wouldn’t let him in, either, if you didn’t have to.

‘Come in.’ The less time he spends in the corridor, the better. ‘Do I even want to know what you…’ The words fizzle out once you’re behind him, door closed and facing his back.

The material of his hoody has been singed away, not entirely, but across his shoulders and in patches down his spine, the t-shirt beneath in a similar state. He’d been set alight, somehow, long enough for it to burn all the way through. Two layers of cloth and then skin. Red, raw, skin.

‘Jesus, Frank.’

‘Had to put it out somehow,’ he shrugs, ‘seemed like the quickest option.’

‘Do you even realise how much shit is in that river?’

But he must do, of course, because he’s here. He’s not at home, self-medicating, slapping soap and water on it and hoping for the best. He’s here because he’s smart enough to realise bacteria will kill him easier and faster than any bullet would. Which isn’t usual, for most, but he has a knack for surviving no matter how many holes they put in him.

‘Bathroom, please,’ you tell him. You remember where it is.

You watch him nod in front of you, hands tucked in the sodden pockets of his hoody. He’s holding himself rigid—tense arms, straight shoulders—to hide the shakes, you realise. The wet has gotten into the bones, chilled him deep enough to send shivers through the muscles. Why he’s bothering to try and cover it, you don’t know. You’ve seen him in worse shapes.

When he reaches the bathroom, you in tow, he turns and waits. In front of you, on the curling blue bath matt beneath. It’s been a long time since you’d done him a favour. A long time, since you’d been alone with him, for reasons other than why this doesn’t work, why the two of you won’t work.

You sigh, close your eyes. He knows as well as you do what’s coming.

‘Am I in danger,’ you ask, feeling the sick twist of regime in your stomach, the edge of familiarity in the question, ‘by you being here? Is it putting me in danger?’

‘No, no, I promise.’ His head shakes. ‘No-one knows I’m here.’

‘You’re sure?’

He pauses, swallows. Nods. ‘It’s just me.’

‘And is it only the burns? Nothing else?’

‘I’d do it myself, but I,’ his teeth chatter, ‘I can’t reach.’

‘Okay.’ No surprise gunshot wounds, no broken bones. You can handle it, as long as you know what to expect. ‘I’ll do my best,’ you tell him, now you know it isn’t at your detriment, and turn to look through the cabinet above the sink.

‘Thank-you,’ he begins, which you try to wave off. ‘No, I mean it, I—I know you must hate…’ The words get away from him. A drop of water shakes from the peak of his hair onto his cheek. ‘Yeah, just, thank-you.’

You know what he’s implying. He’s as wrong about it now as he was then.

‘I don’t hate you, Frank.’

‘Well, you don’t like me much,’ he grumbles. ‘Not that I blame you.’

You don’t like his choices. You don’t like his instincts. You don’t like his susceptibility to getting himself in trouble, once a fucking week. ‘Take this off,’ you tell him, tugging at the sopping wet of his sleeve. ‘You’re shivering.’

He complies, jaw-setting as he pulls both the hoody and t-shirt over his head, no doubt having to rip the burnt-fibres from the edges of his wounds. He does well to hide it—if that’s the case—removes them without a hiss of pain, or any hesitation. The wet lump of them lands on the tiles with a slap, water splattering over your socks.

You fill the sink, making sure it’s lukewarm, cool. It’d be better to douse him with hot water, really, to stop the shivers and get rid of the smell, but the burns are more pressing. The very last thing they need is more heat.

‘Jeans and socks too. Then sit on the bath,’ you instruct before leaving the room. It isn’t for privacy’s sake, but to get your blanket from the couch and a clean towel from the closet. Get him warm, get the site disinfected, then cover it in Saran wrap and hope for the best. It isn’t as good as real, authoritative, medical treatment, but it’s better than he could manage by himself.

When you’re back, he’s done as you said again, and is sitting on the edge of the bath in just his boxers. A sorry sight, long past the invitation that it used to be. You’re sure there’s scars there that you aren’t familiar with, across his chest, below his naval, but there isn’t time to inspect them. He’s shaking still, and looking up at you like he’s sorry to occupy the space at all.

‘You ever treated burns?’ he asks, as you hand him the blanket.

‘Nothing like that,’ you admit. ‘Spin.’

He does. You put the towel on the floor beneath his back, where the drips will be, as he drapes the blanket over his lap. He isn’t shy about it now, how cold he is. He pulls the edge of the throw up to his chin, tucking his arms inside it, and gives a bigger, exaggerated shiver afterwards. Like he’s purging it, and inviting warmth to take it’s place now that it’s out.

Without the clothes, the burns look dangerous. Red and angry, almost the print of a cross over his back, with the worst of them sitting in a thick strip along his shoulder blades.

‘What even…?’ You brush a thumb by the edge of it, bending down to get a closer look; it’s not just a burn, but a scrape too, a layer of skin torn off like he’s been dragged over tarmac. ‘What happened, beyond the fire?’

You don’t mean the order of events that led to it, or the reasoning behind him shouldering fire in the first place—you’re long past caring or asking about his endeavours. Anything that ends in a list of dead bodies, people he’s killed, is none of your business. That stopped being your problem, the same time he did. But the longer you look, the less it seems like a simple, standard burn. The less you know about how to treat it.

Frank grunts, head dipped. ‘Over-estimated a jump. Slipped off a, a wall, going into the river.’

You wince. ‘Yeah, looks like you left a bit of your back attached to it.’

He puffs out through his nose. ‘That bad?’

Not by his standards, you’re sure. ‘Well. I think it’s saved you from the worst of the blistering, at least.’ The smaller scalds will, no doubt, tonight or tomorrow, but the wide abrasion across the top might have saved him from something more severe. ‘I don’t think you’re supposed to put cream on them,’ you say, ‘but I’ve got an antiseptic spray that I think will be worth the risk.’ And the pain. ‘Okay?’

‘Yeah,’ he agrees, without hesitation, ‘do what you gotta do.’

When you start at it with the water, poured slow from a mug and onto his back, he hisses. Sucks breaths in and out between the clench of his teeth, regulates the pain for your sake alone, you’re sure, and you can bare that. You can work while he does that, quiet and dedicated.

But when you move onto the spray, he swears, low and rasping, like he hates you for a moment. Like he’s angry at you, the antiseptic, the base of the bath that he thumps with his heel.

‘I’m sorry,’ you put quickly, unable to ignore it. ‘This is the worst part.’

Maybe bad enough, really, that you shouldn’t be doing it at all. In the grand scheme of things, agitated burns are better than infection, right? Better than leaving whatever germs live in the Hudson, to fester in the scrapes of his skin.

‘Keep going,’ he insists, through the clench of his jaw—so you do, grimacing each time he swears and flinches under you.

By the time it’s done, dried and wrapped, you’re both exhausted. Him more than you, that you can admit. He sits quietly on the bath now, waiting for the painkillers you’d promised. It’s the first time he hasn’t tried to convince you that he doesn’t need them.

‘Here.’ You hand him the pills, the glass of water. Watch him swallow them both, before sitting beside him, facing the opposite way. Shoulder to shoulder. ‘I think that’s about all I can do for you,’ you say, glancing at his waiting gaze.

He’s got his head turned towards you, dark eyes only inches away. You can’t match them for long. You’re looking back at the pile of wet clothes on the floor before you speak again.

‘If it shows any sign of infection, Frank.’

He puts the glass down, head shaking in the edge of your vision. ‘I’m not going to a hospital. I can’t.’ He’s dead already, he means, and waltzing into the ER would ruin the only leg-up he has.

‘Then someone who knows more than me, at least,’ you insist. ‘You can’t do any of your righteous, vigilante bullshit with sepsis, you know.’

‘I know,’ he says, and he means it. Sounds sore about it too, regretful, even. Not because of his health, but because of what it would take from him.

You let him sit with that for a moment, watching him drop the blanket from his shoulders and put his hands over the top of it instead, pooling in his lap. The shaking’s stopped now; without the wet clothes, and in the warmth of your home, it didn’t take long to scare them away. After the ordeal you put him through, he’s sweating instead. Damp across his brow.

‘Why d’you do it?’ you ask, though you’d told yourself long ago that you would stop asking him that. Stop wasting your breath on something that would never change.

‘Do what?’ He looks like he might laugh, glancing sideways at you, like he’s itching to say, you think I toasted myself on purpose? But it’s over-compensation, really. He knows what you mean.

‘Put yourself in these fucking situations, every time…’ You sigh. ‘You had a chance to get out, Frank. To start fresh.’

But why bother saying it to him? You know the answer as soon as it comes from your lips. You know what makes him do it. You know he can’t function otherwise. If bad coping mechanisms had a poster boy, he would be it. If self-hatred and self-pity was a competition, he’d win. He would lap everyone before they’d even got off the mark.

‘You’ve got to retire at some point,’ you tell him, which sounds like a plea you hadn’t aimed to give.

He scoffs, shaking his head. His thumbs toy with the edge of the blanket. ‘You know it doesn’t work like that.’

Not for him, that’s the truth, and it snowballs in your head until you say, ‘You’re gonna keep going until something kills you, aren’t you?’

He doesn’t answer, because he can’t do that either. Admitting it aloud, to himself or to you, would make it real. Undeniable.

‘Well,’ you start, bending the conversation into something liveable again, ‘you’re lucky your ex is so good at first aid.’ You shoulder him, lightly, smiling until he smiles back. Just enough.

‘Yeah,’ he breathes, ‘yeah, I am.’ He considers you for a moment, before tucking his chin and looking to his hands. ‘I didn’t think you’d be so,’ he hesitates, searching for the word.

‘Willing?’

He nods. ‘Thought I’d have to talk you into it.’

You snort, a real smile creeping onto your lips. ‘Would you have begged if I asked you to?’

‘I don’t know.’ His brows pinch together, thick and sorry-looking. ‘Would you have turned me away if I didn’t?’

‘No,’ you realise, because you had patched him up too often to let him suffer now. The blood on your hands has to have been worth something. ‘But I’d have taken an extra pass with that spray.’

He laughs weakly. ‘Yeah, that, I’d probably deserve.’

Because that’s his answer to everything, isn’t it? Every ounce of pain he endures, is nothing but a coin in the never ending debt that he owes himself. The only person that would ever expect it of him. The only one that thinks he deserves this, burns and wounds that he can’t fix for himself.

‘I think you should go,’ you say quietly, as your heart tugs in the opposite direction. ‘It’s late.’

Late, and approaching the longest time you’ve spent with him since the two of you broke up. Any longer and you might forget why.

[eiightysixbaby]

pretty please may i request some fem pregnant reader x jonathan? 🥺 like she is weak and sore but she really needs him and wants him to carry her so she can feel light and not so big. maybe if you could include body insecurity as well? used to be thin and am not anymore.

hi lovely of course u can!! jonathan would be the sweetest ever while you’re pregnant no one can convince me otherwise. i hope i didn’t read this wrong by putting some light spice in here 👀

18+ please cw: pregnancy, mentions of weight gain, body insecurity, light smutty content

You hunch over on the sofa, making an honest attempt to retrieve the TV remote that had fallen to the floor in front of you. What once was an easy task now has you contorting into awkward positions, your six-month-pregnant belly serving as a barricade between you and the little black remote.

You give up with an exasperated huff, plopping backwards into a normal sitting position once more. Just that one simple bit of movement has your body screaming, aching all over with a soreness that’s never really left since you hit the five-month mark.

You glower at the television, now stuck on some stupidly long infomercial, as if it had personally wronged you. You rest a hand on your protruding belly, frowning slightly as you rub it in a single circular motion.

You feel huge. You’re swollen in places you didn’t know could swell, you have extra weight in places you aren’t used to having it. It’s been getting harder and harder to feel confident in your skin, and when simple tasks like picking the remote up off the floor become impossible, your self-confidence plummets even further.

Frustrated tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes, your mouth feeling dry as you wail out softly. “Jonathan?”

You aren’t sure if he heard you, ready to actually succumb to full-blown crying, but then he comes bounding into the living room.

“Yeah? Woah, what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, his expression flipping to one of concern the instant he sees your big sad eyes.

“Can’t get the remote off the floor, ‘m too big,” you whimper, wiping your nose with your hand.

“Angel, it’s okay. I can get it for you,” he offers, the saint that he is, but all you do is groan.

“I’m blown up like a balloon! I can’t do anything anymore,” you sniffle, trying as hard as you can to fend off a heavy sob session. “I feel so… so ugly, and useless. Everywhere hurts, and moving around is so awful because my belly is so heavy, everything feels so heavy.”

Jonathan is quick to come over to your side, listening patiently to your well-justified rant. But what he’s not about to do, is let you continue to feel insufficient.

“Baby,” he says softly, tilting your chin up with his index finger, so you’re looking at him. “You’re the furthest thing from ugly. You’re so beautiful. Arguably even more beautiful than before, because you’re carrying our child, and I know that’s no easy task.”

You sniffle, letting him caress your face. “I just don’t feel that way right now.”

“Let me show you, then? Let me show you how beautiful I think you are. Let me make you feel good.”

It’s like a switch flips, his words bringing a throbbing sensation to your core. Having his hands, his lips, his tongue on you sounds so good you could start crying all over again, for an entirely different reason.

You nod, whimpering out an “Mhm.”

He cracks a smile, bringing his hands down to gently rub your stomach. “Come on, then. Let’s get you to the bed.”

“Will you carry me?” you ask him as he stands, your body too sore and weak to make the idea of walking sound appealing.

Plus, though you don’t want to admit it out loud, having him carry you will surely ease your mind about your growing size. If he can hold you like he used to, then surely it isn’t as drastic a change as you think.

He bends down to pick you up without a second thought, and he lifts you off the couch with ease. You can’t help but let out a content sigh at the fact he didn’t have to strain to pull your weight. He makes you feel so light, so small. It also feels fucking great to be transported to the bedroom without your feet aching with every step.

Heart thrumming in your chest, he sets you down on the mattress gently, and in an instant he’s crawling over you. His eager but gentle hands lift the fabric of your shirt over your bump, his mouth pressing kisses to the stretched skin. He’s careful, conscious of how badly your body hurts near-constantly, and his hesitance to hurt you further shows in his tender actions.

He works his way up, tugging the hem of the shirt higher and higher as he goes. When he reaches your breasts, he lets his tongue lave over each of your nipples. The sensation of his warm mouth sends shockwaves through you, your body shuddering. Your boobs unfortunately didn’t miss the memo as far as bodily pain goes, and they’ve been aching extra the last week. Jonathan’s soft hands with their gentle squeezes serve as a sharp contrast to the uncomfortable pangs you’ve been subjected to lately.

The way he touches you makes you feel like you could melt into the mattress, like your body is nothing more than molten caramel, oozing into a puddle.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his words separated by kisses to your skin. “Most perfect girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he praises, finally joining your mouths together.

You feel a lump in your throat, but in a happier way this time. His affection for you makes you feel special beyond words, easing your doubts and insecurities. Even if they’re bound to come back at times, you can take comfort in the fact that he’ll always be here to ease your worrying mind.

“Love you so much,” you tell him, bumping your nose against his.

“I love you even more,” is his soft reply, his eyes adorably crinkled with his smile. “I feel so lucky that I get to watch as you change through this whole process. It’s so special,” he says, letting his kisses trail back down to your breasts, then to your stomach.

“Jon,” you giggle, a watery sound with a new round of impending tears you’re trying to keep at bay. “Getting all soft on me.”

“It’s just the truth. You’re so perfect and I’m so lucky to have you.”

You let a few happy tears drip down your cheeks, wiping them away with the back of your hand. You let out a pleased hum when his attention dips beneath your stomach, his hands pulling your pajama bottoms down. He continues his trail of kisses, down down down, until he’s pressing one directly onto your pussy. You shiver at the contact, your walls clenching once around nothing.

“Gonna worship you like you deserve, angel. Never gonna let you forget how beautiful you are,” he murmurs from between your thighs, his pretty brown eyes gazing longingly up at you.

And damn, you’d be a fool not to sit back and let him do his thing.

[berberriescorner]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹several because I want them all!

Not several 😂😂🤣🤣. Ask and you shall receive. I'm going to enjoy this😈.

Let me see what I can do for you boo💜.

This is from an untitled Chris Evans fic: “Dodger. Hey, bud. Are you worried about momma? Such a thoughtful and caring boy. You're right he has been worried about you. Now that I think about it, he hasn’t left the floor on your side of the bed once today.”

This is from an untitled Kevin Atwater fic: “Halstead, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve actually been dating for the last six months. This is a pretty odd way for you to find out, but yeah. This my lady.”

This is from an untitled Jay Halstead fic: “Sarge, believe it or not, she dragged me out here,” he stuttered, face flushed with embarrassment.

This is from a future part of my Angel Reyes series "Disastrous Deception." “Angel, please. You have to stop. There’s a house full of people. I’m starting not to give a damn. I’m this close to letting you fuck me right here, right now. Press me up against a fucking wall already.”

Can you tell the f-word is my favorite😩😂🤣?

This is from a Yahya Abdul-Mateen II fic, "My Sweet Empath." This is a lengthy one:

You were trying your hardest to look anywhere but into the camera. Yahya took notice, questioning you again.

“Baby girl. Look at me, please.”

Your gaze settled onto his as you let out a deep sigh. Seeing how sad you looked made his stomach flip. Yahya knew that stare. He should’ve clocked it yesterday when you weren’t as talkative as you usually are.

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.”

This is from a Pablo Schreiber drabble. It's from my "Mini Mediators" series (lengthy as well):

“Yes, it gives you the perfect opportunity to argue. You know your sexy mood swing having ass loves a little toxicity.”

You kissed your teeth, “Boy, fuck you. I am not toxic.”

“ Boy, fuck you, would imply that you are.”

The two of you shared a smile as you silently agreed that he was right.

This is from an untitled Deacon Kay (Jay Harrington, SWAT) series: “I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation. I’m glad I didn’t. Who is this guy? What’s his name? How long had he been abusing you?” For a moment, Deacon forgets Hondo’s in the room. His hand gently touches your chin.

Last, but most certainly not least, my baby. Mr. Gang-Friend himself, Rio. This is from a future part of my "Are You Listening?" series: “You gon’ always be my business, mama. I think it’s time you accept that. That’s cute, you know I’m only down for one woman, darlin’. I am starting to wonder though. What was that you said? Ah, yes. Didn’t you say something about making my pockets hurt?”

Hope you enjoy them🥰💓! Be sure to let me know how you liked them. Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated! If anyone else is interested leave a 🌹 in my inbox and I’ll share a line from a WIP.

[odetodilfs]

Hopper first time with a man 🤤🤤

First time

Thanks anon for the request!! Hope you enjoy!! Pairing: Jim Hopper x m! reader Content: Just smut, not much detail so I didn't add any kinks other than praising

You and Hopper had been together for a few months now. You had been taking things very slowly, as this was Hopper’s first time even acting on his attraction to men, and he was a very sweet guy, so when you saw the feeling was mutual, both of you were almost shooting fireworks into the sky. By now, Hopper had been comfortable enough to cuddle you a lot, you found out he loved being the little spoon. But there was one major thing you wanted desperately, but didn’t want to pressure Hopper into it: sex.

He was by no doubts a very hot man, and you needed him inside you.

One day he had come home from work, looking very tired but he was happy, he was smiling, of course he always did it when you were with him, but you never got sick of his smile. He came and hugged you from behind and strangely turned you on… and accidentally, Hopper’s hand went a little too low when he tried to hug you again and he felt it: he knew you got hard from that, “Oh. Oh uh- I…” he was at a loss for words “Look Jim, it’s not what you think” “No, it is, you’re turned on aren’t you?” he asked, his eyes giving a sense that he was hoping you were, “Yeah, I am” you fessed up, “Me too… been wanting to… you know, with you for some time now” he looked at the floor, slightly ashamed, “Then… let’s do it, right?” you asked, smiling at him, “Yeah…” he said, “Let’s go to the room, I’ll guide you through this” you said, guiding him up to the room first. By the time you were in the room your clothes were all off, your chest rubbing against the mat of chest hair, “You wanna suck me first?” Hopper asked, “No, I want it in me, please” you begged, “Very well then” he said, smiling, grabbing lube in the nightstand, “You have lube here?” you asked, 

“Yeah…” “So you’ve wanted this, haven’t you?” you were not surprised, “Yeah…” he kept admitting, “Then fuck me the way you’ve been wanting to” you said.

That phrase broke any restraints he had over himself and quickly got on top of you after lubing up his dick, his body hair rubbing against your torso, the way the mat of hair on his groin looked so hot, you were gonna cum without even starting, “Hey, my eyes are up here” Hopper smirked, his beard curving with his smile, “Sorry, sorry” you said,

“Are you ready?” he asked, making sure, 

“Yeah” you said as you felt his head pop through your hole, you instantly moaned, he was very big, you’d seen that when you took baths together, and now, you were gonna have it inside you. His cock just kept going deeper and deeper until you finally felt his bush against your ass, “A full 7.5 inches” he said, “well done, good boy, you take me so well” he praised you, “J-Jim-” was the only thing you could say, or moan.

“Is this too much?” he asked, worried he was hurting you, “Faster-” you begged, you felt so much pleasure even speaking was a hard task, he started to speed up, you could feel his thrusts more and more as your prostate got rubbed over and over again, your dick was also rubbing against his stomach, smearing precum all over it, making it even better. With the way Hopper was losing himself into your hole, it seemed like he wouldn’t last much longer, not like you would either.

“Fuck baby- gonna cum- gonna cum in this  tight hole-” he said, his breaths becoming sharper “Do it baby- breed my ass!” you almost shouted, you were so close too, 

“Fuck!!” he screamed, his voice breaking as he emptied his seed inside you, this sent you over the edge as you came all over your and his stomach, you were feeling so much pleasure you couldn’t even shout, you stayed locked together, your cum almost slicking you both as it dried.

“Was that a good first time with another guy?” you asked, “Yeah, it was” he said, as he curled into your arms, “You’re such a big man and just for you to like being the small spoon,” “You got any complaints?” he asked, “None at all” you smiled and chuckled as you pulled him into you, he may have fucked you after you woke up a couple times…

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Just a little request, just Male/Gn!reader cuddling Johnny while he’s wearing his black BigBrother hoodie? He just looks so cozy like if I saw him laying on the couch with that hoodie on- I am SNUGGLING that man </3😔

Sweet Respite

When Y/N comes home from a difficult week at work, he knows exactly what he needs.

Johnny Knoxville X Masc!Reader

(Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

678 Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, mild crude language, stress

An: Aaaa this request was horribly self indulgent for me to write!! Thank you so much for requesting it!!!! My teeth nearly rotted out of my skull from how sweet it is XD All jokes aside, this is my first time writing a masc/male reader! I really hope i did well lol anyways do keep sending in those requests because I will keep working on them! I have a monster of a fic coming down the pipeline so keep an eye out for it!

Exhaustion gnawed at your sanity as you stumbled up the concrete steps of your apartment- that job was gonna kill you. It was Friday, and the week you just went through had taken a toll on you. Barely eating, barely sleeping- you were a zombie, shuffling through your routine. Your feet felt like you were wearing concrete shoes as you shuffled down the hallway, half nodding off while still walking. You leaned against the door as you opened it, tension welling up in your chest.

Oh, but all that drifted away when you saw him. Laying there on your couch was your boyfriend, his long legs outstretched with his heels propped up on the opposite arm of the couch, folding his hands behind his neck, his head tilted back just so slightly. Johnny cracked a slight smirk and glanced at you from under dark, half lidded eyes, his voice sweet but gravelly, “Mmnm. Hey, baby.” You looked back at him with a weak smile as you kicked off your shoes and took your coat off, throwing it on the back of a chair.

Seconds later, your face was buried into his chest, the knot in your stomach melting from the warmth of his abs against yours. The soft fabric of the hoodie Johnny was wearing, the one he stole from a back room full of unsold t-shirts before he left the Big Brother offices, felt so soft and comforting as you engulfed yourself in him. Initially a little surprised at your forwardness, his expression softened and his hand came to rest between your shoulder blades, his wide palm rubbing little circles on your tense back.

After watching you for a week, Johnny could tell something was wrong but didn’t want to prod too much and make you feel worse, instead focusing on making you feel comfortable in that moment. “You're alright, you’re alright.” His voice was low and laden with that southern accent he knew you loved as he cooed into your ear, a smirk creeping onto his face as he felt you relax under his fingers, “Yeah, atta boy…”

You went limp on top of his muscular body, your arms wrapping around his neck as you melted into him. Letting out a satisfied sigh, your eyes fell shut. The warm skin of his neck where you now nuzzled your face felt so nice against you as Johnny’s hand moved up to the back of your head, gently massaging the hair at the back of your scalp. “Mmm…y’smell nice.” He murmured to you, inhaling the scenes of your shampoo and leaving you unsure if you should find that weird or hot. You decided to air on the hot side for your sake.

And just as you were starting to relax, you felt Johnny suddenly jolt from under you, letting out a yelp. Your stomach jumped, initially catching you off guard and making you a little worried before he added, snickering, “Ahh! Your- your fuckin feet, man!” You had failed to realize that, while distracted by how nice and warm Johnny felt, your extremities were positively freezing. You felt a little guilty for a second, before realizing what a gift this was.

Grinning maniacally, you furiously rubbed your frozen feet against the area of bare, unprotected skin between where his dickies ended and his socks started. It was hilarious, watching your boyfriend giggle and squirm at you doing something as simple as rubbing your cold feet against him.

Stopping your rampage, you froze, stilling on top of him, “Oh- oh my god…Knoxville, are you…?” Yeah. Oh, yeah, he definitely was. All that giddiness was stopped in its tracks from a poorly timed hard-on, not that you were really complaining. He stuck his hands up in a plea for mercy, chuckling. Sighing, you collapsed on top of him in a mix of exhaustion and feigned defeat, “Now I’m gonna get a hard on- great job.” Johnny found your annoyance endearing, planting a kiss on your forehead with a giggle,

“Ah, well…guess we’ll just have to take care of that then.”