#pack n play mattress pad

[mangekyuou]

✩༄ p power ! | cat burglar nami.

☆ — pairing! . . .  nami x gamer!m!reader.

☆ — summary! . . .  nami has just about had enough of watching you play that silly shooter game, when you could be spending time with her. but she’d get you off that game one way or another. she always gets what she wants.

☆ — cw(s)! . . .  nsfw. black reader in mind. amab!reader. sub!reader. very mean dom!nami. handjob. blowjob. anal fingering. overstimulation. piv. creampie. nami calls the reader “puppy” and “good boy”. brief mentions of a boobjob. [ overall me projecting about being a boob guy ] not proofread. MINORS DNI.

☆ — wc! . . .  3.1k.

☆ — notepad! . . .  i wrote this for myself but i liked how it turned out, so i wanted to share. i didn’t even realize i wrote that much. i think this is THE filthiest thing i have ever written. plus p power been on repeat so i thought it was a fitting title.

nami had just about had it with you and that fucking game. listening to you shout insults and boasts through your headset at random strangers for nearly 3 hours now.

“just gonna play two or three matches, babe,” you said as you peppered her face in kisses. “then we can do whatever you want,” you added, slipping into the seat of your state-of-the-art swivel gaming chair, reaching for your headset. she should have known better seeing that stupid first-person shooter game loading up on your monitor.

now here you were, TEN matches later, still leaning forward in your chair, your worn controller packed in your tight grip, eyes glued to the screen, all while you alternated between barking out commands to your teammates and shit-talking the opposing team.

listening to you cuss out other grown men was not her ideal saturday night. not once did your eyes wander from that damn monitor, not even to look at her lying across the end of your shared queen-sized bed just feet away from your neon desk setup. lying on her side, nami was dressed in nothing but a black thong and your unzipped jacket that smelled of your chanel bleu cologne, the fabric of your cloth jacket just barely covered her breasts.

rolling her eyes, she let her phone fall to her side, getting a closer look at your screen. seeing your current best-of-five match was coming to an end. she could even hear your teammates screaming through the headset from where she laid. never in a million years would she understand how you were able to sit there and listen to other people scream in your ear.

“( y/n ), it’s been three hours…”

for a brief moment, you turned your head looking to your girlfriend, “just one more match after this one, and i’m done for the night. i love you bunches!” blowing her a few kisses, you quickly turned your head back to the monitor.

nami knew that was a lie, more importantly, YOU knew that was a lie, landing headshot after headshot, “GET FUCKED, PUSSY! WOOO!” you knew yourself better than to know you’d just end the night on just one more match. you and your party were on a winning streak! you’d been killing it! the night couldn’t end here!

but to nami, your killstreak was going to end here. you were going to get out of the damn chair one way or another. better yet, she was going to fuck you in it.

climbing to the edge of the mattress, she slipped off the bed, adjusting the jacket to keep herself covered.

the orange-haired woman with a mischievous glint in her dark mocha brown eyes, swinging her hips from side to side, as she approached your desk. the palm of her left hand rested on the back of the chair, as she loomed over you. with her right hand, she placed her fingertips underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at her, “puppy~”

the soft pads of her fingers trailed down your throat. her hand had gently wrapped around the base of your neck, holding your head in place. unconsciously you gulped, excited chills traveled down your spine, goosebumps covered your legs underneath your grey sweatpants.

before you could even answer her, her plump lips were on yours in a passionate spiderman kiss. her lip gloss tasted like citrus, matching well with her favorite fresh citrus perfume that she always put on after a hot shower. oh, how you loved that perfume on her.

so enthralled with her, you hardly even noticed your teammates hollering your name in your headset. you forgot about the game entirely for a moment. her glossy lips disconnected from yours.

you finally heard the loud ringing in your headset, grabbing your attention. nami let go of your throat, her hand traveling down to your upper chest. you turned your head to the monitor, seeing the grey screen with dark red blood splatters on the sides, signifying that you had not only died but you were the last kill of the round, ending your winning streak of the night.

you had to turn down the volume to try to save your eardrums from your angry teammates scolding you like a child for causing them such a loss. pushing the right ear cup off of your ear, you rolled your eyes “fuck you guys! i died three times this entire session! i’m carrying this fucking team!”

on to the next round. while you had continued the winning strategies you’d been doing all night, nami had practiced her very own strategies. her hands travel further down your clothed chest, slipping underneath the fabric of your tee.

her red-painted nails raking up and down your hot-to-the-touch skin, making your breath hike up. you fell back into your chair. you covered your mic, “nami…baby…” your whisper of her name was desperate, bringing a smile to her face. you look up at her with an embarrassed expression.

if the boys had heard you, you’d never be able to live this down.

“keep your eyes on the game, puppy.” she urged, continuing her mean teasing, getting a kick out of listening to try to hold back the whimpering mess you were becoming underneath her touch. you tried your hardest to hide your little sighs and light whimpers between harsh words, pretending you were okay. you didn’t sound all that tough now.

she could see the tent forming in your pants that was becoming harder for you to ignore.

the current match had finally come to an end, your team taking a win. suddenly she withdrew her hands from underneath your shirt, leaving you hot and bothered. before you could even whine about her sudden loss of contact, she rolls your chair back a little, stepping between you and the desk.

if you hadn’t noticed what she was wearing earlier, you definitely noticed now. you studied her stunning body from top to bottom with just your eyes, mesmerized. your mouth had fallen slightly agape.

she leaned forward, placing her hand underneath your chin, closing your mouth before entrapping you between her hands on the armrests on either side of the chair, her face just inches away from yours. “you’re drooling, puppy.”

nami kneeled in front of your chair, prying apart your thighs apart to take her place in between them. the countdown for the start of the new match had begun. looking between the clock ticking down and your girlfriend reaching for the hem of your pants, you nearly drop the match altogether. but alas, nami has other plans for her special puppy boy.

she looked up at you with lust-filled eyes, as she brought your pants down to your ankles, setting your hardened cock free of its restraint. “don’t let me distract you, keep playing.”

you do as you are told, nodding your head and licking your lips.

“good boy.” she carefully slid off your pants, tossing them to the side, she took her sweet time, allowing her pretty nails to rake up and down your thighs, loving how your body responded to her. how you unconsciously arched your back and bucked your hips toward her touch, how you held your breath as she inched closer to your aching cock, how you exhaled in disappointment as she strayed further away from it.

she alternated between open-mouth kisses and bites in your inner thighs, leaving dark hickeys only for her to see all the way up to the place you desired her the most. she gave you one more playful bite before wrapping her hand around your cock. your tip was already pulsing out pre-cum. with her free hand, spreading your arousal all over your sensitive tip, earning a whimper from you, “you’re already oozing for me and i’ve hardly touched you, how cute.”

she pumped your dick in her hand so slowly at first but was picking up the pace. her free hand made its way up your body. she pushed your shirt up a bit, peppering your skin with sweet kisses along your tummy.

you took the collar of your shirt into your mouth, in hopes of suppressing your pretty moans, the microphone of your headset had long been pressed back and out of the way. the controller was barely in your grip and your eyes barely still open, such a pretty sight. a sight that made her press her thighs together.

if she wasn’t being so mean, she would have sat on your dick right there. but what lesson would you learn from getting what you want right away? you had to earn it like the good little puppy you were.

your chest rose and fell, as you feel your first orgasm approaching quicker than you thought. you gripped tighter onto your controller, not even caring about the match anymore. fuck the game, you just needed to cum!

right before you reached that sweet peak, nami had stopped pumping, letting her hand rest at the base, ruining your orgasm, ropes of cum spilled from your tip, falling down your shaft coating not only your cock but her hand in your essence. a whine way too loud left your mouth, you were sure they heard. there was no way they didn’t. but you were far too desperate to cum to even care if they had heard you whine.

“dude, what the fuck was that?” one said in your ear.

“mans sounds like a cat in pain.”

“bro sound like he’s getting the best head of his life, lmaoooo”

“me in my girl ear”

your friends had laughed it up, expecting to hear you join in or at least tell them to shut up as you usually did. not no, you were still checked out, pleading eyes on your girlfriend, needing more, craving more, begging for more. oh if they had only known.

nami grinned, removing her hand, eating your cum off of her hand. she slipped off your headset, placing it on herself, “you boys are so loud, you know that?”

“oooh it’s nami~”

“hi nami~” the party greeted her with delight. you couldn't even think of a time they had ever talked to you kindly. but they sure loved talking to YOUR girlfriend, suddenly everything was just fine and dandy.

“i gotta borrow ( y/n ) for a sec, you guys don’t mind if i steal him away from you, right?”

“of course not! guy needs a break anyway, he’s been fucking up for the last ten minutes!”

she couldn’t help but chuckle lowly, knowing she was the cause of that, “i’ll be sure to tell him. all of you have a good night”

“you too~!”

she had turned off the headset, set it down on your desk, and shut off the console. she finally had you all to herself. “so much better.” nami flipped her orange hair over her shoulder, before peppering kisses down your shaft, earning a shudder from you.

she licked a long stride from your balls, all the way up your shaft, up to your tip. her soft tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, all before taking all of you into her hot, pretty mouth with such ease, the tip of her nose pressing against your skin.

a long drawn-out “fuck” left your lips, as you threw your head back in immense pleasure. gripping tightly onto the armrests, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. satisfied with your reaction, she hums against your length. she begins to bob her head, using her hand to massage your balls. looking at you with hooded eyes.

your body felt so hot, you were burning up. her mouth felt so good. so good, you fail to recognize that your orgasm was already upon you until your cock twitched underneath her tongue. your high washed over like a large wave, “FUCK!” you yelled before a loud moan ripped your body as you shot warms spurts of cum down her throat.

nami didn’t even flinch, swallowing every drop of your cum. she moaned against your length, her eyes fluttering shut, as she continued mindlessly sucking your cock like you were her favorite popsicle.

you thrash and jerk from the overstimulation, trying to back away from her mouth as if you had anywhere to go in your chair. your voice raised several octaves, “na…baby, please! ah…ah…ah! too much! can’t….ahh! please!”

your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears, the orange-haired woman, has continued her sweet torture on your painfully sensitive length.

she shoved two fingers into your mouth. you swirl your tongue around her digits, coating them in your saliva. you moaned and whimpered around her pretty digits. before you were even finished, she removed them from your mouth, a long string of your saliva still connecting them to your mouth.

when the string finally broke, she brought her wet digits back down to her side, running them down your hole. she pushed a finger inside so easily, causing you the shudder. she pushed a second finger inside, scissoring your hole.

her fingers curled inside of you, massaging your prostate. paired with her mouth on your cock, the pleasure was overwhelming, your orgasm wrecking through your body, this one much more intense than the last one. pure bliss written in your features, ropes of cum shot down her throat.

you breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling with urgency. nami pulled your cock out of her mouth with a light pop. giving you one little fluttering kiss to your tip, as she retracted her fingers from your tight hole. “such a good…good boy,” she cooed.

she slipped your jacket off of her shoulders, finally revealing her beautiful tits. your dick twitched at the sight, on your way to getting hard again. oh how you loved her tits.

she stood up, slipping off her soaked panties, and tossing them to the side before straddling your lap, her chest just centimeters away from your face. it took everything in you to not just smother your face in the valley between her tits. her bare wet cunt sat on your half-hard shaft, you shivered. she’d be the death of you.

her hand found its way to the back of your neck, caressing the nape of your neck. she looked down at you, “you think you can keep going, puppy?”

your hands found themselves on her hips, as your eyes looked up to meet hers. you nodded your head without a second to waste, still panting. you would not be complete without the feeling of her velvet walls around you.

“that’s my good boy,” she pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. she slowly grinded her pretty pink pussy against your length already starting to leak its arousal, mixing with hers. she could feel the veins against her folds, “you’re so needy for my pussy. you love it, don’t you?”

“yes! yes! i love your pretty pussy so much! i wanna be inside! may i please be inside of you?”

“well since you asked so nicely.” nami picks herself up a bit, taking your hard cock into her hand. she teased her entrance with your tip, allowing your arousals to mix, before sinking down onto you. you’d never get tired of the feeling of her tight, hot walls squeezing you. you could’ve cummed right there.

she allows you to bottom out. her face contorted in bliss, so full of you. no man had ever made her feel as full, as good as you did. you couldn’t even form words, babbling incoherently, feeling her tightness around you.

it was like she was made for you. a shallow “fuck” fell from her lips, followed by a light moan. “so full, so deep. my sweet baby, my perfect half~”

she rolls her hips against yours, with her mouth agape, looking down at the point where the two of you joined in pleasure. she watched your cock enter and exit her sopping, hot cunt, glistening in her juices.

your eyes were trained on her bouncing tits in your face, sliding your tongue across your bottom lip. just anything to concentrate on not cumming so fast. but the way lifted herself, leaving your tip barely inside, only to slam her hips back down into yours, it wouldn’t be an easy feat. she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

your mouth latched onto her right breast, sucking her nipple, massaging her other breast in your hand. you could feel her body shudder underneath your touch and mouth. “you love sucking my tits, don’t you baby?”

you gaze up at her still latched onto her tit, humming against the plush with a nod, moving to her other breast, twisting her other nipple between your fingers. she drilled her hips onto yours over and over again.

“so fucking good, puppy…so fucking good!” she gritted through her teeth. as you detached yourself from her breasts, she grabbed you by the throat, leaning down to lick your lips before capturing them in a heated, sloppy kiss. with every time your mouths had disconnected for a moment, a string of saliva kept your lips linked together.

your cock twitched, as her walls tightened around you. she had pulled away, “are you gonna cum?”

your answer of “yes” came out as a light whisper, making her smirk. “i’m right behind you, baby.”

"i wanna…i wanna cum inside. may i?”

who would she be to deny her good boy?

“cum inside of me, puppy,” her words were all you needed to fall over the edge with the loudest moan of the night, shoving your face into the valley of her tits, shooting hot ropes of cum inside of her pussy. your neighbors were going to kill you.

nami followed ensue, cumming around your length, making a lovely mess of fluids. only the sound of pants and the ceiling fan had filled the room for a minute.

she broke the silence, kissing the top of your head, lifting herself off of you, your shared essences dripping out of her cunt, “such a mess you made. you know you have to clean it up, right?”

your ears nearly perked up. you already knew what was going to ensue, and you were downright excited about it. you had always loved this part. it was your favorite part about cumming inside of her.

she climbed out of the chair, leaning against the desk. before she could even point to your shared bed, you had already gotten up and jumped onto the mattress, laying on your bed, as you looked up at the ceiling. you gave her two thumbs up, signifying that you were ready for her to sit on your face.

the orange haired woman playfully rolled her eyes, climbing into the bed, crawling over to you. she swung one leg around to the other side, her cunt, dripping with your cum, hovered above your mouth. “if you clean me up good enough, i’ll let you fuck my tits. deal, puppy?”

“DEAL!”

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[tainted-liquor]

'BRAINFREEZE! ...⋆˙⟡♡ ft. Pavitr Prabhakar

...⋆｡° ✮

ingredients: sugar, kisses, and lots of smiles!

TWs: Dumb teens, cussin', I think thats it?

A/N: Inspired by me n my man ngl...

You buried your face in your blankets, listening to the quiet patter of rain against your window and the slow crackle of wood from your dimly lit wood-wick candle. You checked your pretty pink alarm clock, mentally groaning at the time. It was already 10:27, and you still couldn't find it in you to get some sleep. It wasn't like it was a school day or anything, but you wanted to somewhat fix your sleep schedule so you wouldn't complain about feeling tired 24/7. You huffed as you rolled over, suffocating yourself in your mattress as you thought about food.

Warm and flavorful instant ramen, sweet sugary Oreos, and a nice cold cherry and cola-flavored Icee. Well fuck, now you were just drooling on your pillow. So what did you do? You flipped over on your bed, snatching your phone from off its charging pad, and texted your loving boyfriend! You tapped away on your screen, fumbling with the buttons to unlock your lock screen. "hey pavi!!"

"HIIIII ML<33 What's up?" he responded nearly immediately.

"HEYYYYY!!! nth I just wanted to see if you wanted to get icee's w me" you replied immediately.

"Icee? What's that?"

"Be at my house in 10 minutes bru cuz ain't no way."

"I'll be there in 3!!"

You giggled, quickly putting on a light sweatshirt over your tank top so you could actually walk to the store. You scooped your box braids out of the back of your hoodie, moving them in front of your shoulders so they weren't tickling the back of your neck and shoulders. You rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling that drowsiness kick in as soon as you went to walk downstairs. "See. this that bullshit" You muttered in annoyance, still fully set on walking to the nearby 7/11. You sat on the couch for a couple of minutes, playing Candy Crush on your phone as you waited for the familiar rhythmic knock on the door.

You jogged to the doorway, grabbing your keys and slipping on your black Doc Martens before swinging open your front door. You were met with a smiling Pavitr, umbrella in hand, and aura radiating pure bliss. "How did you even get here so fast? Don't you literally live a whole city away?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion as you made your way out of the house, locking the door behind you. Pav quickly angeled the umbrella over you, laughing quietly with a 'damn' expression graced across his features. "I caught a taxi! And then I ran the rest of the way!" he nodded, quickly intertwining your hand with his as you led the way to the mini-mart.

You nodded slowly, pushing the thought to the back of your mind and skipping along the sidewalk, kicking up rainwater and making small splashes in the small puddles across the concrete. "I still can't believe you've never had an Icee before!" you whisper-shouted, giggling at the end of your sentence as you tugged Pavitr's hand along with you slightly. "Is it really that surprising?" He giggled, pulling you closer under the umbrella and resting his chin on your shoulder. "I don't really go to convenience stores, so I've just never come across an Icee!" he explained with a small shrug. "This it right here," you said as you pointed towards the fluorescent white 7/11, squinting at its brightness before making your way into the establishment.

You made your way down the snacks aisle, telling Pav to go grab some snacks so you could pay for them after you got your slushies. You grabbed a cup of shin ramen, double stuff Oreos, and sour gummy worms before locating Pav in the candy aisle, bearing a pack of gum, a peach tea, and a big bag of Tommy's topical gummy bears. "You ready? Aight, c'mon let's go get these slushies" you beamed, eagerly gliding towards the beautiful rainbow machine. There were about 5 flavors; Cherry, Blue Raspberry, Coca-Cola, dragonfruit Fanta, and Piña Colada. "Alright, I don't think I need to show you? But you know how to pour these right?" You asked as you grabbed a large cup, jamming the spherical lid on top of the rim and examining your options carefully.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got it! What flavor are you getting?" He asked as he repeated the process of plucking a cup from its holder and jamming on the lid. You thought for a moment, before lining up your cup with the cherry dispenser, "Ima get cherry and cola...So I can get cherry cola" you replied shortly after. "What are you gonna get love?" You asked as you turned the lever, watching your cup fill with that bright red sugary sweetness. "I wanna get all of them...but I think I'll do Blue Raspberry and cherry," Pav shrugged as he poured the blue slushie into his cup. You swapped places after a couple seconds, giggling as you drank some slushie straight from the spout.

"You're gonna get us in trouble!" Pav whisper-shouted in between giggles as you wiped your mouth clean with the back of your hand. You widened your eyes slightly as you grinned, mouthing a silent "shh!" as you continued to fill your cup. When you finally finished overloading your slushies, you went to the counter and paid for everything like the amazing girlfriend that you are! You both wasted zero time in gulping down the slushies, immediately wincing at the newfound pain in your skull.

"FUCK! BRAINFREEZE!"

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[gotnofucks]

Chemical Romance

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris won’t have you running away from him. You’re his. He owns your heart, and now he’ll own all of you.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: RPF, smut, slight dubcon(ish), jealous and possessive Chris, toxic relationship, recording without permission, forced marriage

A/N: I wrote this months ago and pulled it out to share it with my bestie @donutloverxo​ . Berry finally convinced me to post this and helped me beta this. Babe, I love you!

You were way past your teenage years, and yet you had the urge to giggle like one. If you licked your lips, you could still taste the trace of wine that had stained his lips. The memory of them pressing against you, brushing gently until they tangled in a mix of tongue and teeth had a delicious heat burning in your face. This was a good date, the third good date with a good man you met, and you were excited for more.

Looking over your shoulder you saw the lights of his car disappearing in the dark of night and you sighed contently, shutting your door behind you and dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. All of a sudden, your body broke into goosepimples, a chill settling over you and it took you a moment to understand why. Your body was recognizing the dark presence before your mind could.

“Good evening sweetheart. Had a good date?”                                                      

The door was right behind you, you could easily grab your car keys right now and run away. And yet all you could do was hold onto the wall as your knees trembled. You’d never been good at running away from him anyway.

Chris was lounging on your sofa, watching you with those arresting blue eyes that you knew changed shades with his mood. His beard was thicker than the last you’d seen him, and his lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk, eyes glinting furiously.

“How?” You sputtered, still rooted to your spot. You could run, you should run, but you knew you wouldn’t go far. He let you go only so far to give you a false sense of achievement, a mere taste of relief and freedom until he snatched you back to himself.

“I always think that every time you leave, it would be the last. You’ll realize that its futile, you’ll realize that we’re meant to be together.” Chris said, “But never did I imagine you to be stupid enough to be with another man.”

His voice had been described as dreamy by many, even by yourself, but right now it only rang of danger and anger. Softness was Chris’s weapon, to deliver the meanest words with a smile that was poison sweet. One time, you had loved to taste that poison yourself. Did it still run in your veins and taint you?

Looking at you from under his lashes, he spread his legs and beckoned you to him. You gulped before following, not daring to look away from him until you were before him.

“Kneel” He ordered softly. You knees hit the ground, the rug digging into your skin. He watched you watch him, eyes locked in a dialog of their own until his rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, hating yourself for being a slave to him and your desire. Even on your knees, the familiar feeling of peace flooded your senses. Nothing made you feel as alive as worshiping him. And nothing killed you as much as loving him.

“Please” You begged, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Don’t do this to me.”

Chris regarded you with a look that was almost tender, his blue eyes staring into your own as if unearthing every secret you had ever kept from him. He pulled you closer, close enough to have you raise up and hold his shoulders while his lips brushed gently against yours.

“For as long as I live, you are mine. You know that. Why must you fight it?”

It had been a couple months since you last saw him, since the pads of his fingers had glided over the curves of your body and claimed you as his. You melted, you melted like the butter in a hot pan, sizzling with the heat of his ardor. One taste of him and you were ready to forget why you had left him, why you had packed up and left his house when he was out. Chris Evans didn’t just play your body, he also played your heart. He loved you so hard that it hurt.

You wondered if you should fight, if you should scream or cry. But you knew it the moment you walked inside your house tonight: you were going nowhere but to him. He held you as you captured his lips in yours, a hand fisting his hair and tugging. He pulled until you were on his lap, his beard scratching your skin and reminding you of all the ways he had marked you before.

Panting, you pulled away when he breathily whispered your name, eyes liquid and feral and kind. He was a man of many layers and you had unveiled the darkest of them. He no longer hid the rawest parts of him, and you never knew if it was a good thing or not.

“Pack up, I’m taking you back home.” He said, hands settling on your waist. “I am not spending one more night in a bed without you.”

You nodded, stealing another kiss until you surrendered to his demands. Again.

Dodger ran to you, whining and wagging his tail as you sat down to give him better access. You’d missed your furry companion, his coat soft on your cheek when you nuzzled into him. Chris chuckled, rolling your bags into his room while you and Dodger had your little reunion.

“I am so sorry Bubba” You cooed to him, scratching behind his ears. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me, hmm?”

Dodger barked, rubbing his body against you. You laughed, cuddling your little boy. You’d missed waking upto him snuggled by your feet and the soft pattering of his feet as he followed you around.

“He didn’t eat right for a week after you left. You were being a bad mommy.” Chris said coming behind you. He petted Dodger before pulling you up by your arm, your chest flushed to his. You loved how he smelled of coffee and beer and cinnamon. He tasted of them too, bitter and addictive.

Your fingers traced a path in his beard, lips pressing into the hollow of his throat. It scared you how much power he had over you. You’d promised yourself you’ll break away from his hold when you found him snooping in your phone again. His possessiveness knew no bounds. If Chris had it his way, he’d hide you in a castle made only for his eyes. But right now, in the heaven of his arms, you couldn’t remember why you left him in the first place.

“I am sorry.” You whispered, hugging him tight. His arms came around you, holding you so possessively close that even death couldn’t rip you apart. Chemical romance, that’s how Scott had explained your relationship once. Your friends had stopped complaining, had stopped warning after losing count over how often you broke up and got back together.

“I am so pissed at you.” He said in your ear, breath warm on your skin. “I want to erase every lingering trace of that man’s touch from your body. But more than that, I need to remind you who you belong to.”

You refused to look at him, burying your head in his chest even as you held him tighter.

“I belong to you. I know it baby, I made a mistake.” You said, voice muffled. Chris tutted, pushing your face away firmly as he forced you to meet his intense gaze.

“Here I am, feeling guilty for even touching other women during a scene that is supposed to be my job. And my girl goes around fucking other men because we had an argument?” He hissed, a nerve throbbing in his temple. You pouted, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. You were raised to be a strong woman, someone who could speak for herself. How was it so easy for this man to reduce you to a sniveling woman for something that wasn’t even your fault.

“I didn’t fuck him.” You countered and Chris’s eyes flashed. You stared at each other until Chris practically growled and dragged you towards the bedroom. Dodger trailed behind you, stopping once Chris ordered him to stay put.

His bedroom, a space you had shared and abandoned all too many times was the same as always. It reeked of his aftershave and cologne, the stars winking at you from the window that overlooked the ground. Chris shut the door, rounding on you and pushing you towards the bed.

“You didn’t fuck him?” He spat, ticked off. “You let him touch you, you let him put his hands on what belongs to me.”

You shivered as your back met the cold sheets, bouncing slightly on the mattress. His anger was scary, but more than that it was exciting. It was you who had brought this strong, powerful man to this animalistic side. You, who could make him scowl and shout and get his heart pumping enough to bring blood to his face. You, who made him primitive as he held you down and fucked you into submission.

“We only kissed.” You said, knowing how to provoke him. That kiss was nice, it was sweet. But your body craved rough and hard, it craved to be possessed and used and worshiped. It craved Chris who left his handprints on your butt and his spent in your cunt. It craved Chris who kissed you until you were out of breath, who whispered the filthiest things to you as he buried himself in your warmth over and over until you were too hoarse to even cry.

He knew it, he read that in your eyes and in your touch that seared through the layers of clothes on his body. He knew you were getting under his skin on purpose, hurting him the way he hurt you so many times. Neither of you held back.

You tore away at his clothes, bucking your hips frantically in a bid to get closer. Chris cursed, squeezing your ass in his large hands and grounding his hardness on your thigh.

“You are testing me” He warned, naked flesh touching yours and hands entwining. You ignored him, the wetness dripping down your core begging his attention.

“Eat me” You cried, wiggling under him. He held fast, rubbing his cock on your abdomen, groaning softly. He nuzzled your neck, kissing softly on the spot he knew drove you wild. His weight prevented you from moving too much, not allowing you to do anything for yourself.

“You don’t tell me what to do baby. Not after letting another man touch you. Not after you walked out on me again.” He said angrily, forcing his gentle touch on your body that craved his roughness. You sobbed against his mouth, getting drunk on his lazy kisses and feather soft caresses. You knew what he was doing, you knew he wanted you to break and beg. And you had no dignity.

“Please” You begged, pathetically with tears in your eyes. “Give me what I want Chris. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

He smirked, sucking a pert nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. You moaned, struggling to move more. It wasn’t enough to have you under him. He needed more than your compliance. He needed your surrender, he needed you to love him with a hunger as great as his. He was greedy.

“Even when you beg, you look like a goddess. You’re my angel, but I’m not gonna let you go to heaven. We’ll sin together in hell.”

He dove in, tongue swiping away your juice in a practiced move as you howled at the suddenness of his attack. Your thighs held his head captive between their plump flesh, mewls spilling from your mouth without restraint as he finally gave you what you wanted. You pulled on his hair, steering him closer to your core that was flaming under his mouth and flooding with pleasure.

“Oh Chris!” You moaned, writhing and trembling. You had missed his beard scratching the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, missed his nails digging in your flesh to keep you steady, missed his tongue poking inside your warm cavern to taste your sweet nectar. Chris never worshiped you like a devotee to the lord. He worshipped you like a man summoning the devil, by spilling blood and leaving marks that stain the soul.

“Look at you go darling, so beautiful” He praised, easing a finger inside you and curling it. You threw your head back, shattering with an orgasm that took your breath away. Pleasure was a feeling you were familiar with, but combined with Chris’s love and anger, it formed the most intoxicating mix that got you dizzy.

He kissed the swollen head of your clit, gently easing you down from your high with praises whispered directly to your leaking cunt. He cupped your pussy, grinding his heels against you as your eyes met.

“Nobody else will touch you here. Or anywhere else for that matter.” He ordered and you nodded, still desperate for him. His cock was red and angry, warm drops of precum leaking over your stomach and you tugged at him, asking to fill you up.

“Chris, I need you inside me. Please.”

He crawled up and laid beside you, jerking you on top of him. Your hands found his chest, lightly playing with his nipples and the spattering of hair there before moving down to cup his hardness and his balls. He jerked at the first contact, closing his eyes as his breath hitched and you smiled at your own effect over him. You could reduce him to a mess just as well he could to you.

Pumping his length, you licked it slowly, lathering it with your saliva. You remembered the day you’d named it Cumstopher Rogers and he’d slapped you with it, making you choke on him until you had to apologize.

“Put me inside you now because if I have to take over, I’ll choose which hole it goes in and you probably won’t like it.” He growled in impatience. You clenched, his threats going straight to your core.

You positioned yourself over him, sinking slowly and gently, feeling every part of him against your spongy walls. With your thighs flush to his, you stopped to just let the feeling of fullness last a little longer. No matter how many times you’d been with each other, the feeling of Chris being so deep inside you never got old. If you could, you’d never be empty.

“All my holes like your cock Mr. Evans. And I? I love it and your butt and your chest and arms and face and everything else.”

You moved at a slow pace, bouncing gently while holding onto his thighs. Taking his hand in yours, you placed it on your chest, asking him to play with your nipples as you rode him.

“You feeling powerful, baby? You feeling good bouncing on my dick?” He asked, pinching a nipple almost to the point of pain. You nodded, leaning down to kiss him as he started thrusting up a little, hitting your cervix when he went too deep. You rolled your belly, clenching your muscles around his length so that his eyes flew open and hands dug into the softness of your butt.

“Oh Chris, I missed this.” You told him, tasting the sweat on his temple. He nodded, his huge arms wrapping around you and pulling you intimately close.

“I missed you too, which is why I will make sure you never leave me. This is not your power move, this is mine.” He darkly murmured and your eyes met his in confusion. He looked at the side and you followed his gaze, mouth dropping open at the camera that blinked at you with a red light on.

“What the fuck, Chris?” You shout, trying to move away when he rolled you over and under him, thrusting in hard.

“Oh yes, what the fuck baby” He said, holding your wrists as he picked up his pace. “You think it’s okay to pack a bag and leave me every time? You think it’s okay to date other men, to kiss other men? You are mine. And if anyone needs proof of that, now I can show it to them.”

You cried out as he went harder, a pressure building deep inside your belly. Tears escaped your eyes, gazing into blue ones that you loved and hated with a passion. You could have asked him to stop now, you could shout that you don’t want him and he’s sick. But you didn’t. You knew he would stop if you really wanted him to, and as much as your heart broke and your chest tightened with hurt, you loved him. You loved his twisted ways to keep you with him. You loved it when he went above and beyond, got crazy in his desire for you. You were wanted. You were cherished.

“Fuck you.” You cursed, meeting every thrust of his with a raise of your hips. Your eyes closed, sweat dripping down your body as you let the animalistic part of you take over, screaming and tearing and fucking each other like two people whose only goal in life was to be embedded in the other’s heart and psyche.

“I’d like to see you try to walk out tomorrow after tonight.” Chris said, delivering punishing strokes that were agonizing and titillating, that were fire and ice. You held onto him, leaving crescent shaped scars to join the numerous tattoos across his body. He took you apart, fucked you so good all you could do was say him name and fall in a glittery haze of his presence. He came inside you, filling you to the brim and crushing your body with his weight.

You weren’t leaving, that much was obvious.

Throwing in your clothes haphazardly in the bag, you promised yourself this would be the last time you did this. You will not come back to this house and this bed. Chris and you were done for good. The past few months had followed the same pattern. You both rekindling the dying flame of your relationship, mending the broken hearts and trust until it went back to hell.

There were too many arguments, too much shouting and angry sex. Every time you sat down to talk, it ended with your legs in the air. Your mother was right. He wasn’t right for you. Chris wanted to be your hero and your villain. He wanted you to think of nobody but him. Any friends and family that warned you against him had to be cut off. He’ll dismiss every article the paparazzi published about him but would throw a fit if you so much as smiled at the cashier in the grocery store. He kept you close like a dog on a leash, feeling jealous at the very sight of you talking to any man. You’d wanted to give this relationship a chance, but as of twenty minutes ago, Chris had made sure it was over.

You wondered about taking your pictures, but it was better to stay away from any temptations. This was happening, and as much as it broke your heart, you will not come back to him. Zipping up your bag, you straightened just as Chris stormed inside the room, jaw clenched in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He barked, “Put your stuff back. I’ll be damned if I let you leave me again.”

You scowled at him, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. He had no right to ask anything of you, not after what he had just done.

“Fuck off Chris. I am leaving, and you can’t stop me.” You shouldered past him, sadly looking at Dodger who was whining softly as he watched you move. He had seen this happen enough times to know that you’re not coming home.

Chris marched behind you, snatching your wrist and pulling you back to himself. The blue in his eyes was darker, like the sky covered in thunder clouds. You squirmed, pushing against him.

“You. Are. Not. Leaving.” He hissed, looking scary and mad.

“How dare you? After what you did today?” You sobbed, hitting your fists on his chest. He held your jaw, bringing your face closer to him so he could peer into your watery eyes.

“I proposed! I got down on one knee. What the fuck is your problem?” He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

You shook your head, looking at him with an expression of disbelief. Is he that oblivious?

“Marriage is permanent Chris” You said, voice suddenly soft. “Marriage is living your life devoted to your partner. We can’t break up and leave and come back again. It’s a responsibility. You and I, we haven’t been able to keep a stable relationship. How the hell will we keep a happy marriage?”

Chris frowned, not liking what you said. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his huge arms on either side. You could smell the chocolate and wine on his breath from dinner, his hair all messed up from when he ran his hands through it. On his neck still hung the necklace you’d got him.

“Look at me” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. You breathed deeply, finding it difficult to maintain an eye contact as charged with anger and passion as this one. “You love me, you still love me. It’s all in your eyes. Why won’t you marry me?”

You wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Why did loving him have to be so difficult? Was love worth the fights, the tears and pain and loss of independence? Was loving him enough to keep you going? You were so tired of this back and forth with him. You’d never even talked about marriage before, having been too busy trying to keep any sort of relationship alive. Why would he do this to you?

As your limbs got heavier, you leaned forward and hugged him. You held him to yourself, soaking in his warmth and smell inside you for what would be the last time. You could not give up so much of yourself to sustain this love. Soon enough, there would be nothing more to give and the love would be dead.

“You need to let me go Christopher” You said to him, lips close to his ear. “You need to understand that love is only the beginning. I can’t keep doing this anymore. Please, just let me go.”

Chris hugged you tighter, his head resting over yours and heart beating strong beneath your hand. He was your night, full of twinkling stars and dark mysteries. But dawn was approaching fast, and you needed to bid goodbye to the moon to greet the sun that awaited you.

“Never.” He promised, “You are never leaving me again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.”

He picked you up suddenly, ignoring your protests as he carried you back into the bedroom. Kicking your bag aside, he dropped you on the bed, raising a finger to stop you. He took out the ring from his pocket, the very one you had refused this evening and held it to you.

“Put this on.” He ordered and you rubbed your eyes in exasperation.

“No.”

You both glared at each other, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Fighting with Chris had always been a thrill, more often than not ending with wild sex on any and all surfaces in sight. But today you were determined to end it. You’d not let yourself become weak at the sight of his cock.

“Okay then, you’ve left me no choice.” Chris said. He picked up his phone and tapped away on it, doing god knows what. You sighed, getting up and putting your stuff together again, ignoring his presence behind you. Chris threw his phone on the bed, looking stoically at you work. You were just folding the last of your clothes when your phone started buzzing. You ignored it for a minute, but it kept up, almost falling off the table with its vibrations.

“What the fuck” You gasped, looking at the hundreds of notifications pouring in as more followed. You quickly opened your Instagram to see you’d been tagged by Chris.

And she said YES!

Below that caption was a picture of the both of you from a couple months ago, cuddled up and smiling at each other.

Comments and likes from everyone were popping in, and soon enough, you saw your mother’s call. You stared at Chris, utterly in disbelief. What had he done?

“Try saying no now. You’d be the bitch who broke Chris Evans’s heart, the bitch who played him. Try walking in public between people who’d see you only as a slut and nothing more.”

Your world came crashing down. You were not some hotshot celebrity like Chris. You were just a girl trying to live her life the best way she knew how to, and how it ended up entangled with this man you’d never understand. Even if you shouted from the rooftops the truth of today, no one would believe you. Chris’s fans would tear you to shreds, destroy your life with their mean comments and attacks. And your family would not be spared either. They’ll be exposed to a celebrity scandal, dragged through the mud along with your good name.

“Oh god Chris, what have you done?” You choked out, falling to your knees. He came before you, gently caressing your head before kneeling in front of you. Cupping your face, he kissed you deep and hard, countering your hate with his love that hit you like your own kryptonite.

“I told you. I told you I’ll never let you leave.” He breathed against your mouth, pulling you closer. You dug your nails in his arms, hurting him with the hurt he just caused you, but he didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a monster” You said, chest heaving with emotions.

“Yes, I am. But you know what darling?” He said sweetly, “Even after this, you still love me. I am a monster, but I am a monster you created and one you love.”

You ended up on the bed, sprawled underneath him again. Even with icy hate in your eyes, your heart burned with love for him. It was unnatural, it was chemical and wrong. And yet, it was your reality. He was yours, no matter what he did. And you were his, regardless of every protest that you ever made.

“Now, I’ll ask this one more time. Will you marry me?” He asked softly, looking at you like you were all he ever saw.

“Yes” You breathed, watching silently as he slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it. Meeting your eyes, he settled over your body, his arousal pulsing over your thigh. Sealing the deal with a kiss, Chris went to remove your shirt.

“Then let’s celebrate. After we’re done, we can call our families with the good news.”

[plush-rabbit]

Tomura Shigaraki With Chronically Ill S/O

Request: Hey lovely! Your recent Shiga posts are so freaking good.

I was wondering if I could request Shigaraki with a reader that’s chronically ill? Like, how he’d react to certain situations or things he’d do differently? Totally understand if that makes you uncomfortable, but I figure it never hurts to ask!

A/N: Im fine with writing a lot of things, so no worries!! I hope that you like it!!

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He’s been weak. He’s been sick and broken. He’s bled and been through hell and he’s never really cared for it, but then you come out that you’re sick- that you’re chronically ill- and he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t want to treat you any differently, but he fears that he has to in order to make you safe and that makes him confused and frustrated. Tomura tries not to think about your illness, but then it’s you and you’re staring at him and as long as he’s by your side, he’ll stick by you through the thick and thin of it. Through the sickness and lack of hunger, the sensitivity to smells and touch, he’ll help you deal with it.

First and foremost, he has to know what exactly is going on. He’ll research and look at old forums until he’s sure what he has to do. He needs to understand the strain that it will put on the both of you, but it’s you and you’ve been with him through much worse, and an illness isn’t going to stop him. You need a little bit of help? He’ll be there- when he can. He’s incredibly careful around you, trying to learn terminology and make the home a bit more safer for you. He wants to know what he can do to make things just a bit easier for you.

No matter where you stay, he’ll always try to make the bed comfortable for you. He’ll smooth out the sheets and pat at the mattress to make sure any crumbs are off of it. The pillows will be pushed and fluffed in a way that you know was just him smacking it, but he’s trying. Sleep is important, and you might struggle with it- tossing and turning, aches, things not being right, or even just insomnia, but he wants to make things as nice as it can be. He’ll spend the night if you ask him, or if you rather want alone time, he’ll nod and let you know that you can call him whenever to just talk or if you want him to come over.

If you do come back from the doctor, he wants to know what happened during your stay. He’ll be there for you and if you let him, he just wants to know. It’s a whole fear of unknowing.. The word “chronically ill” scares him- there’s a certain factor to it that makes it worse than just being sick and if he knows how your day was, then it feels like he can rest a little easier. He promises he isn’t trying to be invasive, but he has to know.

In the interest of you, he wants to help. He much rather just sit around with you, but he understands that things can be difficult for you. He’ll wave his hand and tell you not to worry about it as he starts to help you fold clothes or wash a few dishes. It might not be done well, but it will be done. No matter what you tell him, he’ll just wave it off. It doesn’t bother him, he just wants to help you out a bit. You aren’t a burden to him, so just let him help for a minute or two while you take a breather. If you’re still annoyed at him, he’ll lay his head down on your lap and you can massage him or something- a form of payment if you will.

There are times where he struggles with what to say. He’s new to the terminology and the medication, and maybe chronic pain is something that he knows, but it’s different. He doesn’t mind being rough with himself or just taking a few painkillers and sleeping medication in order to ignore the pain, but he doesn’t want that for you. He tries to be better and will often just look things up on the internet in order to know what to do or what to say in times where it’s just too much.

Medication is something about- so he’s read and has been told about- so he tries to memorize what each one is for. If you take antidepressants or anti-anxiety medications, then he looks up the side effects and makes sure that you at least have something in your stomach before you take it. It’s important for him that you tell him what you’re feeling. He wants to take care of you and if you start to grow dizzy, he wants you to just lie down with him and listen to him talk. He isn’t sure what to say to make you feel better in the time when you’re feeling nauseous, but he thinks if he’s there for you, then it has to help in some way.

Even if he tries to avoid it, there is strain on the relationship. It’s something new for the both of you to work through and maybe it would have been easier if he were different, or if anything was different, but it's difficult. He always tries to apologize to you, or at least give you some sort of gift that makes for a placeholder of his apology but sometimes it’s tough. Things get heated and he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to cool off. He’ll send a text later and ask you how you’re feeling as if changing the conversation could make things better and it might not, but it makes the mood lighter for a second.

Aches and pains are unavoidable so he always makes sure that you have some in your space or that he carries some. You could rub at your joints, complaining with a tired smile how it was harder to do things today and he’ll hold up a heat pack with a teasing grin, keeping the pad just out of reach and asking for a kiss for payment. If you whine enough, he’ll give it to you for free and let you rest on him as he watches television or plays with your hand. If you start to get a slight fever, he’ll bring an ice pack and rest it against your forehead and try to keep anything as still as possible in order to not make you feel sick.

The relationship is perfect for Tomura and he’ll make sure it’s perfect for you. He doesn’t want to come off as if he doesn’t care or if he’s overbearing, but when you only care for a handful of people, his care can come off like that. He’ll tease or make a few mistakes here and there, and you can be stubborn or secretive about things, but he wants you to know that he cares for you. It’s difficult, but you two are together, and as he grows closer to his dream, the idealistic future that he has for the both of you seems clearer and clearer with each passing day. He gives you the support that you need and will validate you. It must be hard, and he’s sorry that he doesn’t know what it feels like, but he’s there for you and for now, him and the heat packs are all that he has and it’s just enough for the relationship.

[troubatrain]

runaway - n. patrick

a/n: happy sunday here’s som midday filth i wrote today? i think i might make this a little series (where all the fics sort of connect) but i have decided yet so tell me if you want more! big shoutout to @hookingminor​ for letting me dump ideas in her DMs. Also tagging @texanstarslove​ for encouraging me to expand on this blurb i wrote yesterday! hope you guys like it :)

warning : smut - it’s literally just smut

part two

You were running away if you could even count making a grand escape from Boston to Philadelphia to your brother’s place. You had submitted your final paper in your dorm at Boston College, packing your bags and loading your car in what should have been the direction home. Instead, while you were packing your ex had posted a picture with his new girlfriend, and you felt like an idiot. You couldn’t believe it, gossiping to your friends that you’d slept with him a week ago and you were so sure you were getting back together. Now, you were just heartbroken and when you needed an escape - there was always Kevin.

So you drove in the direction of Philly, calling your big brother on the way down to tell him you were on your way. Kevin was in California, but told you to come regardless, worried about his little sister. You drove in silence, your mind racing for hours, finally pulling in front of Kevin’s building a little after nine. Philly was cold, but nothing compared to the cold December temperatures you were used to. You let yourself into his place, grateful for the key you kept the last time you came for a visit. The place was dark, and you stepped into the kitchen in search of any food.

“Hey Boston.”

You jump, letting out a small yelp and almost falling to the floor. You turn around to meet Nolan’s eyes, a smirk on his face while he stifles a laugh. You huff, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here, what the fuck are you doing here?” Nolan scoffs, looking at you like you’d completely lose your mind. Nolan wouldn’t have told another soul, but he was happy to see you. Kevin would murder him if he ever let it slip, but Nolan wanted to do absolutely filthy things to you. So Nolan settled on teasing you, because if you thought he didn’t like you then he wouldn’t have to cross that line.

“If you really must know, I didn’t want to go home and tell my parents all about my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend,” You mutter, holding in your tears because Nolan didn’t need to see you cry. You were almost sure he hated you, and you didn’t know why. Nolan was pretty nice to everyone, especially when your family came into town. Kevin loved him, and constantly bragged about his roommate, but Nolan gave you shit all the time.

Nolan let out a deep breath, processing your words and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes and he wanted to fix it. He wanted to throw his arms around you, and hold you until it all felt okay but that was a slippery slope for Nolan, “Go put your stuff in the guest room, I’ll get us something to eat.”

You emerged a little while later, your hair wet from a warm shower and an oversized t-shirt hanging from your frame, covering the shorts you had on. You pad into the living room, sitting on the opposite side of the couch as Nolan, tucking your knees into your chest. You looked frail like someone had taken your already broken heart and snapped it again.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Nolan whispers, looking over at you with sad eyes. He looked warm, a hoodie covering his hair that was longer since the last time you saw him, “You-”

“Want to smoke?” You both let out the question at the same time, laughing when you realized what you did. That was the one thing you and Nolan seemed to bond about, smoking with Kevin was awful because his voice seemed to echo afterwards and it was too much for the both of you. Nolan got up, disappearing for a second and reappearing with a joint already rolled in his hand.

“All you Boston,” Nolan drops them in your hands, and you roll your eyes that his dumb nickname for you. You put the joint between your lips, sparking the end and letting the smoke slip through your lips.

“Shut up baby cat,” You tease, coughing from the smoke and smirking at Nolan. Nolan takes the joint from your hand, taking a hit and letting the smoke fall from his lips.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Nolan teases, a hazy smile on his face when he looks over at you, “Feeling any better?”

“I will be when-” You go to tell him that when the pizza was here everything would be fine, and as if you were magic the doorbell buzzed to let you know your delivery was here. You make a surprised face, looking at Nolan to see if he was nearly as excited as you were, but he was just laughing at your face.

You devoured the pizza, the both of curing your munchies and settling on whatever garbage reality show was on at the time. It was a comfortable silence inching over closer and closer to Nolan as time went on, before you knew it, you were practically curled into his side. You were busy on your phone, instagram stalking your ex’s new girlfriend to compare every part of you to her.

Nolan looked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows until he figured out what you were doing. Your head was against his shoulder while you looked at who he assumed was your ex’s new girl. He sighs, taking your phone out of your hand and tossing it on the other side of the couch.

“Nolan what the fuck was that for?” You ask, raising your voice and giving Nolan a look.

“Stop comparing yourself to that girl,” Nolan huffs, his voice deep from exhaustion while he stares at you. He thinks for a moment, carefully mulling over his next words because he had one chance not to fuck this up, “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Yeah okay,” You snort, rolling your eyes and sitting up next to Nolan, “Don’t even look at me and tell if you had a choice you wouldn’t choose her.”

Your voice was shaking, and you didn’t know what answer you were expecting, Nolan was only nice to you because you were Kevin’s sister. There wasn’t any other reason Nolan Patrick would give you the time of day. Nolan's eyes were staring into yours and he rubbed a hand over his jaw while he thought. His lips pressed against your jaw pressing feather light kisses against your skin while Nolan mumbled.

I’d choose you anyday.

You’re so beautiful baby.

Only you.

His lips were ghosting over yours, your eyes closed, just waiting for him to finally close the gap between the two of you, “Kiss me Nolan.”

Nolan’s lips on yours was pure ecstasy, like every part of your body was on fire. Nolan pulled onto his lap and you straddle his hips, grinding down on him while letting out a whimper when his hand smacked your ass lightly. Nolan’s lips were on your neck, leaving a mark you know you were going to have to cover later, “Y/N-”

Nolan’s voice was deep, and your name falling from his lips instead of that stupid nickname was enough to make you wet. Your hands found the ends of Nolan’s hair, tugging on him slightly causing him to groan underneath you. Nolan pulls away, looking up at you with swollen lips, and you’d never looked better. His hands were under your shirt, your skin soft under his calloused fingertips and legs wrapped around his waist while he grew hard underneath you. He slipped a hand into your shorts, ghosting over your core with his fingers.

“Please,” You plead, pressing a kiss against Nolan’s jaw. You needed a release, someone to make you feel special even if you never spoke of this again. Nolan was a hockey player and you’d been around enough to know how easy it would be for this to be a one and done thing, “I’ll be a good girl.”

That was all it took for Nolan to slip his finger under your panties and rub a circle over your clit. You roll your hips in his, desperate for any sort of friction, “Mmm I thought you were going to be good? You’ve got to be patient princess.”

You nod, pouting and looking at Nolan who was smirking at you. He grabs your thighs, standing up and carrying you into his bedroom. You fell back on the mattress, grabbing Nolan’s neck and pulling his lips back onto yours. He slipped your panties and shorts off one swift motion, leaving them to be forgotten about. You pulled of your shirt, and Nolan stops, his eyes wandering down your body, “Nol-”

“This is better than I imagined, god you’re perfect,” Nolan hums, his hands slowly moving down your body. He finally hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “You’re sure about this?”

“Nolan your head is between my thighs I think I’m sure,” You tease, kicking him in the back lightly. Nolan nods, flicking your clit with his tongue, pulling a moan from your body. It was everything he ever wanted to hear. His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into your skin while he teased your entrance, “Nolan, fuck-”

Nolan’s lips wrap around your clit, slipping in a finger and curling it to hit your g-spot. Your hips lifted off the mattress, grinding against Nolan’s lips while he fingered you. You were close, curses and moans leaving your mouth because there were no other thoughts running through your head other than how good Nolan was making you feel.

“I know your close baby, c’mon,” Nolan growls against your pussy, sending you over the edge. You let you a yelp, your orgasm overcoming you while Nolan fingered you through your high. You ran your hands through his hair while you caught your breath, Nolan pressing kisses into your thighs. He didn’t give you much downtime, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and kicking off his sweats. You played with your clit, watching Nolan roll the condom over his cock and your pussy dripped in anticipation.

“I want to cum to all over your cock,” You whimper, Nolan finally sliding inside of you. He was big and the feeling was sensational. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, snapping his hips into you while you screamed underneath him, “Harder.”

Nolan was in euphoria, his name was leaving your lips like a prayer, begging him to absolutely ruin you. This was Nolan’s dirtiest fantasy, from the moment Kevin introduced him to his little sister with a threat for Nolan to keep his grimy little hands off of you. His hands were all over you now, gripping your hips while he fucked you, sure to leave bruises in his wake. Nolan’s hand ghosted over your neck, and you let out a deep breath at the contact, “Can I?”

“Fuck, yes,” You nod, letting Nolan’s large hand wrap around your throat. His was using you for leverage, fucking you into his mattress while you let out moans underneath him, “Fuck I’m close-”

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” Nolan spat, teeth grazing your jaw while he watched you fall apart underneath him. He let go of the grip on your throat, giving you no time to rest before his strokes got faster. He needed to chase his high, spilling into the condom while you shook from the aftershocks of your own. Nolan stayed inside you for a minute, his head in your neck while you watched the sweat that was glistening on his forehead. You ran a finger through his hair, wondering what the fallout from this was going to be.

“That was,” Nolan stops, muttering against your skin because he was speechless. The wasn’t just good, it was mind blowing, and the temptation to do it again might be a problem for him, “That was fucking incredible Boston.”

“Sure was,” You breathe out, picking Nolan’s head up and pressing your lips to his. You made out lazily for a while, basking in the post sex glow before you knew you were going to have to kick Nolan out. Kevin would be back in the morning, and if he caught you in bed with his teammate Nolan wouldn’t live to see another day.

“We should do this again sometime?” Nolan asks, watching you collect your clothes from his room. He wanted you to stay, sleeping under his arm in his bed where you should have, but he knew he was playing with fire. You look at him, a smirk on your face and a blush on your cheeks.

“You just might get lucky twice Nolan.”

And Nolan hoped he would...

[pascalpanic]

Caffeine Rush: Prologue / Red Eye

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier gets sent back to the US after he messes with Los Pepes. The coffee shop he chooses to visit may change his life.

W/C: 760

Warnings: language, mentions of canon-typical violence for Narcos

A/N: WELCOME TO CAFFEINE RUSH! Javier doesn’t meet the reader in this prologue, but I am so excited for you guys to fall in love with this story like I have! Thank you so much to my trusty beta readers- as always, you know who you are. This story is going to dive into Javier’s life if he didn’t go to Laredo between seasons 2 and 3 of Narcos, and it heavily relies on past events- you may get a little lost if you haven’t watched the show itself, but this prologue is intended to give you most of the information you need. This is a play on a coffee shop AU, as I’m a barista myself and I’ve always loved this idea. Every chapter will be named after a different coffee house drink!

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Redeye: Brewed coffee with added espresso. Meant for quick caffeination and energy; derives its name from a redeye flight, an overnight flight to get quickly from one place to another.

He is really, truly, 110% fucked, Javier thinks to himself. He’s almost certain he’s about to lose his job, and he isn’t sure he can talk his way out of it. He knew it from the second he looked at his ticket, flight 464 from Medellín to D.C., that it was real and it was going to go terribly.

Javi fucked around with Los Pepes, a radical group who did terrible things to scare Escobar into submission. To be fair, he thinks to himself, they approached him first and gave him no options. But what did he have to lose other than himself? It’s just him down there in Colombia, his apartment lonely and cold, a bachelor pad. He’s not like Steve: he doesn’t have a wife or a daughter or practically anything to lose other than his life. He could’ve put the small price of his livelihood at stake if he had to.

But he didn’t, and now he may lose the other most important thing to him: his job. He’s a damn good agent, and he knows it. His partner, Agent Steve Murphy, probably wouldn’t agree to Javier’s face, but he’d acknowledge it anywhere else. He’s dedicated, willing to bend the rules to get what’s necessary. He puts his job before everything else in his life. He sleeps around, avoiding attachments, drinks too much, and smokes an unhealthy amount of cigarettes, but it’s rare that any of those things come before his duties as a DEA agent.

He paces around the hotel room provided for him. He’s here, in Washington, D.C., for a hearing in front of some of the most important people in the DEA. He’s done lots of bad things to get information, but this is the first time he’s facing real consequences. He’s been pulled from the field and sent up here, away from his partner and his work and far from Escobar. They were getting closer and closer by the day, and Javier is 2,257 miles from Medellín.

He’s been up all night, doing anything he can to keep his mind off of the inevitable. Bits and pieces of a night’s sleep found him while he tossed and turned on the lumpy mattress. His meeting is this afternoon, and he groans as the clock on the nightstand reads it to be 10:32 A.M. He can’t keep pacing in his room like this. He needs some coffee, he decides. He’s barely functioning from the maybe three hours of sleep he got last night. The hotel had some shitty, watery stuff brewed in the lobby, but he tried it earlier and found it to be disgusting. He needs something good.

Javier pulls on some of the casual clothes he managed to pack before being rushed back to the states: a khaki green button-up and his normal tight jeans. He pulls on his shoes and jacket and instinctually reaches for his gun and badge on the nightstand, wincing as he finds it to be empty. Right. Forgot about that part.

He leaves his room after he slips his wallet and key card in his pocket, taking the elevator down to the lobby. It’s odd to be in America again after so long, even if he was born and raised here. Everyone speaks English, and he almost asks the question in Spanish, catching himself as he rehearses it in his head. There’s a pretty young thing at the reception desk, and Javier puts on a charming smile even though he feels like a flaming piece of shit on the inside. “Hey. Any good cafés around here? No offense, but this coffee tastes like shit,” he says and gestures to the two large carafes- one decaf, one regular- on a nearby table. “I need a local’s tastes,” he says, leaning on the counter of the desk.

The pretty blonde girl blushes at his attention. “Three blocks down and two to the left, that’s my favorite place. They’ve got some good espresso.”

Javier nods. “Thanks, honey,” he says and pats the desk, standing upright again and heading off to exactly where he said. The smile drops the second she can’t see him. It’s an easy facade for Javier to pull, one he does quite often when he needs to charm his way into a bed.

Hands in his pockets, he follows her directions, finding a coffee shop just where she sent him. He opens the door and is flooded by the smell of coffee, relaxing him slightly. Nothing some caffeine couldn’t fix, he tells himself as he sighs and walks to the counter, grabbing his wallet from his pocket. A woman stands there, and he offers her a smile. “What’s the strongest thing you can give me?” he asks. “I’m gonna need it.”

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TOILET PAPER

Owen Joyner Imagine 

(ITS A LONG ONE BUT ITS DEFINITELY SMUTTY)

Y/n has been dating Owen for a little over a month, and he’s invited her over for the first night in his new, empty apartment. 

3700 Words

Warnings: Contains Smut (18+), language 

Hope you enjoy!

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Oklahoma City is nothing like LA, I don’t know what possessed Owen to buy a place here when his parents' house is 25 minutes away. Most of his time is spent in LA anyway, but he’s Owen and he wants home to be Oklahoma.

We haven’t been together long but it was nice that he invited me over for the first night in his apartment, sitting on the floor unpacking the last few boxes with some trashy tv on and drinks. What could be better? It’s always nice to just be with him - no matter how boring we are.

As I jumped into my too-tight jeans and put on the button-up crop top I planned to wear, I was a little nervous for tonight. He’s taking a huge step in life, and I’m stuck. My acting career isn’t taking off, college is sucking the life out of me, and I hate my job. Now wasn’t the time to worry about my life though, so I put a little makeup on and turned the music up.

Owen picked me up around 6pm and we stopped to grab burgers for dinner. Eventually, we started making the drive through the city to his apartment. It was so weird knowing that when he’s going home now he’s going home to an empty place. He could do whatever he wanted now, he was finally free. Girls could come and go and no one would know. Girls who are not me could come and go...not that I think he would ever do that. Owen is well known though. He could have any girl he wanted, so I’m sure the temptation has been there. Especially since I won’t put out, not yet. We talked about it and I just have to feel like the moment is right. It’s a big deal for a girl to have sex for the first time.

The apartment is so nice. It somehow feels warm and industrial at the same time. All the paintings he ordered are resting on the wall by the big window, and his tv is of course set up already. Owen takes me by the hand and leads me to his room, abandoning our food on the living room floor.

“Cute. A mattress on the floor, O” I snickered.

“Shut the hell up. I ordered my bed too late and it won't be here for another three days. My mom made me take the mattress from my room at home until it’s here since I wanted to move out now.”

“In a hurry to get out?”

“You have no idea…” he smirked. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Owen, you better get used to starving because you still can’t cook.”

“Maybe one day you can teach me.”

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Burgers were great as usual, and we put The Music Man on at Owen’s request. He must have just tossed things from his house into random boxes on his way out. I started unpacking and found two hats, a drum pad, hangers, dress pants, and salt and pepper shakers.

I started roasting him for his packing skills and before I knew it he was using the pile of hats as a weapon and was attacking me with them.

“I HAVE NO WEAPONS THIS IS UNFAIR!”

“FIND SOMETHING OR SURRENDER!”

“Never lover boy. You’re going down,” and with that, I found a wooden spoon and started whacking the hats away and eventually swatting him with it.

“I tap out. I TAP OUT!” he yelled in between laughs. I was pinned underneath him on the hardwood floor still playfully hitting him on the butt with my weapon of choice.  

“Ha! You’re no match for me.”

“I think I can win in other ways..” he said, lowering his lips to mine.

I slowly put my arms around his neck and pulled him to lay on top of me. As I was running my hands from the back of his neck down his shoulders, he slid his leg up ever so slightly in between mine. He had gotten so strong in quarantine, not that he wasn’t before, but I could tell he was working out more to keep himself busy. I wasn’t complaining about it though. It felt nice to be held in strong arms.

It felt like we were making out on the floor for hours and we finally came up for some air. It was getting hard laying on the hardwood with this 5’10 blonde on top of me, but I knew he wouldn’t make a move because of our conversation a few weeks ago about me not being ready. That could change now.

“O, since you don’t have a couch yet...can we like to switch or something? You’re cute and all but the floor isn’t.”

“I think my floor is sexy,” he whispered. “Wanna go to my room?”

“Lead the way..”

We were hardly up off the floor before Owen picked me up and carried me to his room and tossed me on the bed. This time our kiss was different. My hands wandered up and down the sides of his body as his tongue traced the depths of my mouth. I returned his edginess by running my hands under his shirt and pressing him closer to me. My hands came around the front to feel the edges of his bare chest and waist. Ungluing my mouth from his for a moment for a gasp of air, I tugged his shirt up.

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm. Take the damn shirt off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He removed the shirt in one quick motion and I propped myself up on my elbows to get a good view. As he tossed the shirt off to the side we both were sitting up and I was grazing my hands over his arms.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

Instead of responding, I inched forward and kissed right above his waistband and traveled all the way up to his lips leaving kisses as I went. He let out a strangled breath as I made the journey and stopped me before I planted my last kiss on his lips.

“You’re gonna have to calm down a little if you don’t want me to have a situation to take care of…”

“Who said I didn’t want to help you take care of it…” His eyes were looking down at me and straight through me.

“I was- Y/n, you don’t have to - I was just kidding,” he said running his hands through his hair and looking away from me.

I had to prove that I was okay with taking things up a notch, so I grabbed his hips and started massaging him over his pants. Owen grabbed my face and kissed me, sucking all the air out of me as I kept kneading his hips and thighs. Slowly my hand moved to palm his dick through his pants.

I could feel his chest tense up and he sat up a little straighter.

“I think it’s time I lose some clothing too.. What do you think?”

Before even answering he was reaching for the buttons on the front of my shirt.

He was struggling with so many buttons. I knew they were too small for him to get so I stopped what I was doing and had to pull the shirt over my head.

Owen immediately told me I was gorgeous and I could tell he was trying to look me in the eyes versus at my boobs.

“You can touch me, ya know..” I whispered, almost as if I was scared of someone hearing me, but no one would. We were finally alone. It was just us at this moment. No thought of parents or siblings coming home. No worry about roommates hearing, or puppies crying from outside the door to kill the mood. This was it. I was ready. Tonight, I am going to christen this apartment with him.

Owen’s hands were shaking ever so slightly as he rubbed my arms and made his way to my chest. He placed a kiss right where my cleavage met and I could’ve died. His hands were huge and looking at my breasts in them made me worry that he had seen bigger.

He was kissing my collarbones and tracing every inch of exposed skin with his tongue. He slowly laid me down and said, “You’re perfect. This is perfect. We can stop, just tell me-” His voice was so low and raspy, but I cut him off with a kiss before he could keep talking.

Owen continued licking and petting my boobs, so I decided to be daring. I was dragging my fingers down his abs when I hit the little trail that led into his pants. Instead of reversing my course like I did before, this time my hand wandered lower into his boxers.

Gently, my hand explored the warm skin and curly hair before grabbing hold of his dick and giving it a squeeze.

“Woah,” he grunted, “Can't do that, you’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m still winning then, see?” I said teasingly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, O. Why?”

“Let me try something. Tell me to stop if you need me to.” He said planting a kiss on my lips after I nodded.

He readjusted himself in his pants and then started attending to me. Sliding my bra straps off my shoulders he lifted me up and reached behind me to unhook it. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the clasp fall open. He pulled it away and I reacted by covering myself up.

“It’s just me. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just go slow.” Now I was shaking. I want this, but I’m still scared.

“I won’t do anything without asking.” He’s being such a gentleman and I was the one teasing him first.

He pulled my arms down and took a nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around and sucked while playing with the other. My stomach was flopping around and the feeling of butterflies was traveling down between my legs. Owen started giving my other nipple attention with his mouth as his hand traveled down my torso.

His hand stopped when he hit the button of my jeans and just started playing with it. He looked up at me with his green eyes asking if he should keep going.

I took his hand and shoved it into my pants. He was definitely surprised but he found the top of my folds while still staying over my thong.

“Babe, your jeans are too tight my hand is losing circulation in there.” He said pulling his hand out.

“I can fix that,” and off my pants went.

Now we were both doing this dance in our underwear of making out and dipping our fingers into uncharted territory.

Owen suddenly pulled me to the edge of his bed and was kneeling on the floor, nudging my legs open.

“What are you-“

“You still trust me right?”

“Owen, I-

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No. But I haven’t done anything yet-“

“Let me keep going then you can help me with my… situation,” he smirked. “Close your eyes. Relax.”

I did as I was told and felt Owen reach for the elastic waistband of my thong and pull it down. Oh my god. My cunt was throbbing at this point. I was dying for him to touch me again, but he was teasing me.

His hands started massaging my feet and up my calves and legs. He got to my thighs and kept his hands low. Then I felt him lay next to me on the bed as his lips met mine and his hands rubbed my stomach and fingers inched back down to my cunt.

His dick was pressed against the outside of my body and I could tell he was rock solid. How he was still in his pants, I will never know.

“Y/n, do you want me to stop?” I shook my head no and his finger gently parted my folds. I was holding his shoulder so tight, partly because of nerves and partly because I had never felt this way before.

“Have you touched yourself before? Like we talked about...” He whispered as his finger slid past my clit agonizingly slow.

“Yes,” I gasped, “just a few times.”

“What do you think about?”

I couldn’t answer him. My mind was racing and my heart was beating too fast.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, y/n?” This time he asked through gritted teeth.

“You...I think about you…”

“Show me how you did it”

“No!” He took his hand out from between my legs, grabbed my hand, and led it down my body to the place he just left.

“Show me.” Owen sat up and slid back to the floor to watch what I was doing.

I lightly dipped one finger down to my vagina and back up to my nub. I started alternating between rubbing circles around my clit and the opening of my vagina. My legs were still moderately closed so Owen wasn’t happy with his view.

He pushed my knees apart and now my pink folds were on display.

“Keep your eyes closed, y/n.”

Owen used one hand to spread my lips wide open and the other to trace my wetness up to my clit. With his thumb, he applied pressure and moved in circles painfully slowly over my most sensitive spot.

Soon his hand left my clit and started poking my entrance ever so slightly. The next thing I knew, his tongue was on my clit picking up the pace and his finger was two knuckles deep inside me.  

His tongue was working even faster now and I was so wet I could feel it dripping down to my ass cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a lot of pressure down there and I opened my eyes to see him two fingers deep in my pussy and his nose hurried in my folds. I was panting and he was giggling at the noises I was making because of him.

His hand never stopped moving but he looked up at me and said, “You’re unbelievably tight. Have you touched yourself like this?”

Truth be told, nothing had ever been inside me until now. Not even a tampon. I never had a reason to use one.

Inside of me, his fingers curled and hit a spot that made me jump.

“You still good?” He asked, stopping everything.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, “please, faster...harder.” I was squirming now with his hand stationary inside me.

“What exactly do you want me to do for you?”

“Keep touching me god, Owen. Lick me again.”

With that, he was pumping his fingers harder and faster than ever and his tongue was flicking my clit. I started feeling like I was hyperventilating and like I was going to pee. The butterflies and pressure building inside of me were intense but the moans coming out of my mouth told Owen he was doing a great job.

“Owen, I’m gonna pee! O, I’m gonna-“ He took his mouth away and replaced it with his hands to watch me finish for the first time. He continued to pump his two fingers and started rolling my clit between his thumb and index finger with his other hand. I was lifting my hips to meet his hand and he was trying to push me back down to the bed. My whole body was starting to spasm and I was a little scared. I was losing control of my body and had no idea what was happening. His hands were like magic. Owen spread my legs even wider and continued his rhythm. His fingers curled into me even further and it sent shockwaves through my body and I was lost in a frenzy. To his surprise and mine, I squirted all over his hands. He didn’t stop pumping and circling my clit until I was squeezing my legs together and pushing his hands away. Owen kissed me as I came down from my high and I caught my breath.

“Oh my god. Owen, I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t know I would pee. Oh my god.”

“Babe, you didn’t pee. That’s just what happens when you get off really well. It’s all good; no worries.”

“I never felt that way before. I felt like I never wanted you to stop but I also felt like I was exploding”

“Well, I don’t have to stop,” he said laughing and fake spreading my knees again.

“Hey, lover boy it’s your turn,” I said pushing him to the bed now.

“Wait, you don’t have-“ I was too quick. I already had his pants down by his knees and was fighting to get them off. After some help from Owen, and him removing his boxers, we were both completely naked together for the first time. He was much bigger than I anticipated with my hand down his pants. That was not going to fit inside me. There was just no way. He could barely get two fingers in me.

I looked him up and down and was taking it all in when he just blurted out, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Maybe next time, blondie,” I said as I traced through his neatly trimmed hair and all the way down his length to his tip. He closed his eyes and shivered, so I stuck the tip in my mouth.

His eyes opened and bulged out of his head at the sudden sucking I was doing. My tongue swirled around his most sensitive part as my hands played with him at the base and his balls.

Owen tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked up at him. I slid more of his member into my mouth taking almost all of it without gagging. As I slid back to the tip, I let my teeth drag just a bit.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. You gotta go easy on me or I won’t last long.”

With a pop, I released him from my mouth and his dick was flushed and the veins were purple. Twitching as I slowly pumped it with my hands, his dick was releasing a tiny bit of clear liquid. I used my hands to spread it all over him which made my job even easier.

I had an idea, so now it was his turn to trust me.

“O, help me. I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” He was breathing heavy and I knew he didn’t want to stop, but would if I asked him to. I wanted this though.

“Yes. Tell me what to do.”

“No, let me take care of you.”

He flipped us over and began rubbing me again while kissing my neck.

“I love you. You know that?” Owen said in between kisses.

“I love you too.”

“Let me just- fuck!”

“What? What’s wrong?” I was startled by how mad he suddenly got.

“I don’t have anything. We can’t.”

“I have an IUD. It’s ok.”

“You wanna- No. Let me go run and see if I have something in my wallet. It’s your first time I don’t want you to worry.”

“Owen, I want to feel all of you since it’s my first time,” I said reaching down and grabbing his dick and lining it up with my heat.

“Babe, it might hurt. I’m so sorry, I’ll stop if you need me to.”

“Just do it, I’ll be ok.” With that, he pushed himself right up to my entrance and I already could tell this wasn’t going to work.

“It’s not gonna fit, Owen. Oh god.”

“Hey, relax. I know you’re nervous but it really won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.” He laughed.

“I’m gonna kiss you as I go in, okay? You can still tell me to stop.”

He went in for the kiss and slowly pushed the tip inside me. It was uncomfortable but bearable.

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better, I think. I’m going to keep going.” He was holding his breath at this point as he slid about three inches further inside of me. He didn’t want to rush me but he wanted to fuck my brains out at the same time.

He hit something inside of me and I yelled.

“Ah! Stop! Wait!”

“Okay, Okay. Do you want me to stay or pull out?”

“Stay, stay...okay. Just do it fast.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and broke the barrier. I grit my teeth and cursed, and tried to close my legs. He held me close and wiped a tear as it escaped. We didn’t move for a solid minute as I waited for my vagina to get used to his size.

“Move. You can move.” I whispered.

He gave a little grunt in response and started pumping in and out of me slowly.

After a few minutes of Owen going painfully slow, he lifted my knees up higher and started going faster. I grabbed his butt and started pressing him into me.

“Harder. Please.”

He listened and started pounding me. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.

“Babe, I’m close.” He panted.

“I think I am too.” At that point, he picked up the pace again. Now I was bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. I could feel him throbbing inside of me trying to hold back. I clenched my muscles a little and heard him let out a high pitched little yell.

I pulled his chain and we were pressed chest to chest, covered in sweat, and fucking like bunnies.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No!”

“Then I won’t last much longer,” he slid a hand between us and started rubbing my clit as fast as he was pounding me.

“Me neither.” I spread my legs wider and he finally hit the spot.

My walls tightened and as soon as they did I felt him release inside of me. His moans were intoxicating and I came undone.

“O, O, I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”

He did a few more hard strokes and we both were too sensitive to keep going.

Owen pulled out after a few minutes and I missed him inside me. We were naked, facing each other after being as close as two people could be.

“Thank you for that,” I said.

“Glad to be of service,” he joked.

“I’m gonna go grab things to clean up. Be right back.”

“Mm ‘kay,” I responded, almost drifting to sleep.

“Fuck me.” I heard Owen say from the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“I forgot to buy toilet paper..”

“Guess that means we both need a shower..”

[dontshootmespence]

As I Watched In Sorrow

Summary: After experiencing an unimaginable loss, Y/N floats through life, living for...she doesn’t know anymore. When it all becomes too much, she’s greeted by a woman in black with a deal so sweet, she can’t bear to let her grief and her morals get in the way.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 6,864

Warnings: Probably one of, if not the saddest thing I’ve ever written. Please heed the warnings! Suicidal thoughts and near actions, death of a child, betrayal, a crisis of faith/hatred for Chuck/God, brief mentions of sex, knives, self-hatred. Lots of shit.

A/N: This fulfills my entries to @stusbunker Lie to Me in Melody Challenge - a prompt from a Carole King song, “As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared, A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard, In times of deepest darkness, I’ve seen him dressed in black, Now my tapestry’s unraveling - he’s come to take me back” and @covered-byroses​ 3k celebration with the prompt “shadow.” Shadow here is definitely more of an abstract than physical thing. Hopefully it works. Sorry to both of you that this took approximately 8,000 years. This takes place around season 8/9 solely for the fact that I needed the antagonist to have years of pent up rage toward the Winchesters.

Closed blinds did little to shield the slivers of morning light from burning her skin. As she tossed the blankets aside, she inhaled the stagnant air and closed her eyes against the sun. Though little, it was still too much. Turning off the lone lamp she’d forgotten the night before, she slowly ambled into the bathroom, popping open the familiar bottle and downing the necessary pills dry.

A glimpse in the mirror made her shiver. Her skin pallid and pitted, eyes sunken and dark despite the fact that she hadn’t worn makeup in weeks. Wetting her toothbrush, she propped the mirror open, unable to bear the reminder. Lazily, she pulled the brush across her teeth, more a societal necessity than a want or a need. She needed to grab food and it just wasn't okay to walk out of the front door without her teeth brushed.

Clothes didn’t matter though. The gray sweat-suit she wore to bed would do just fine. She dragged her gaze over the entirety of her bedroom, searching for her purse so she could go and get this over with. When the cursory glance didn’t lead to her bag, she began go through the other rooms - the kitchen, piled high with unwashed dishes and half-eaten tv dinners, the living room, where scattered dolls and a teddy dressed in a little pink tutu sat dutifully waiting for the return of their owner, the dining room, where she could practically still see her sitting, excitedly waiting for dinner. It wasn’t anywhere to be seen. 

Shuffling toward the front door, she looked in the coat closet, finding her hobo bag dangling limply next to the small, lavender windbreaker studded with unicorns. Had she not been in such a state after coming home the night before, she would’ve noticed it here, and put her bag somewhere else. She reached into the bag and opened the glasses case, slipping the oversized sunglasses over her eyes. Just because she needed to go out didn’t mean she needed or wanted to be assaulted by the sun. Why couldn’t it just leave her alone? Steady darkness had been her comfortable umbrella for weeks. Couldn’t the light just leave her be? Darkness was an old friend.

She stepped outside and locked the door behind her before heading toward her car. As a neighbor pulled out of their driveway, she glanced at a bumper sticker that hadn’t been there before.

When life gives you more than you can stand, kneel.

“I did,” she whispered.

----

Later that night, another half-eaten tv dinner was tossed on top of the already packed garbage can. Why was she even doing this? Continuing? Was there even a point?

She went through the motions, turning on the television to watch a TV show before she pulled the covers over her body once again. But it was useless. With more purpose than she’d had in weeks, she walked into the living room and reverently picked up the tutu-wearing bear, propping it underneath her arm as she gathered the remainder of her pills from the bathroom. She’d just refilled the prescription; it would be enough. 

Slipping back under the covers, she placed the bear next to where her head would lay on the pillow and reached for the pill bottle slowly, but with no hesitation. 

A faint whisper emanated from the behind her, where the overwhelming shadow of her apartment fought against the moonlight coming through the once-again closed blinds. 

“I can help you.” A whispery voice said, clearer than before.

“Great, I’ve lost my mind.” She heaved a heavy sigh and twisted the bottle cap open.

With a quick flap of what could only be described of as wings, a woman appeared behind her, emerging from the shadows. “I’m not here to hurt you,” she said softly, holding up her hands as a show of her promise. “I want to help you.”

“Who the hell are you?” She asked, getting up from the bed and backing toward the corner of the room. “Why are you in my house? Get the hell out.” To her disbelief, the other woman walked toward her, through the mattress, as if she wasn’t real. “I’ve gone insane,” she said, shaking, trembling fingers combing through her hair. “I’ve lost my mind.”

“You haven’t,” she countered.

“What the hell are you then?”

“I’m a Reaper. You can call me Tessa.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “What? Like the Grim Reaper?”

The brunette, wearing an unassuming combination of a leather jacket, black tank and ripped jeans, seemingly floated toward her, smiling. Softness radiated from her, welcoming, despite the situation. “That’s what you tend to call us,” she chuckled. “But we aren’t cold, hooded, evil figures. We’re only here to help you cross.”

Cowering in the corner, a realization began to come over her. “When we die. Is that why you’re here? For me?”

“No,” she replied, moving toward the bed and grasping hold of the teddy bear. “Truthfully, you aren’t supposed to die for a long time. I’m here because I think we can help each other.”

She shook with anger. “How could you possibly help me?”

Tessa lovingly stroked the teddy bear’s head. “I can give you back what you want most.”

Her heart skipped a beat, eyes glancing quickly at the worn stuffed animal. “That’s not possible. Why would you bring her back to me if your job is to ferry people to the other side?”

“Astute,” she replied. “Strictly speaking, it’s not something we’re supposed to do. Make deals with the living that is. As Reapers, we maintain the natural order, taking souls to where they remain for eternity because if they remain on this plane, many times, most times, they turn bad, shadows of their former selves. Order is what’s important.” Tessa paused, as if carefully considering her next words. “There are two men - brothers - that over and over and over again, defy the natural order.” The reaper’s voice became louder and louder as she spoke. “They cheat death. Time and time again. Those above me, my bosses so to speak, they don’t believe I can do my job anymore. And I’m at risk of losing it. You see, this is what I am. Without it, I’m lost.”

For the first time since this strange woman entered her home, for the first time in weeks, actually, she laughed. “So you’re about to lose your job and you want revenge on the people you can’t reap? Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” She ripped the teddy bear from Tessa’s hands and clutched it to her chest. “You take innocent five-year-olds from their mothers - to give to a God that strikes down someone so small and I’m-I’m-I’m supposed to care?!” She screamed, sliding down the wall toward the floor. “You and your God can burn.” Sobbing, she buried her head into the teddy bear, ignoring the looming darkness overhead. If she was to die right now, then so be it.

“Reapers have no allegiance to God. Frankly, I think he’s a heartless bastard.” She continued matter-of-factly. “But he is who he is and our job is simply to make sure these soul’s stay pure. Some we take to heaven, some to hell. Wherever it is they belong.”

“My baby?” She asked, chancing a glance at this creature disguised as a human.

“Heaven. I promise you.” Tessa crouched down to meet the woman’s eye. “Everyone has their own personal heaven. In hers, you’re there. Playing with dolls, snuggling in bed together, reading books. She’s happy.”

She clapped her hand to her mouth to stifle another sob. “Why her? She was just a baby. Why did I have to watch her wither away? Why?”

Tessa caressed her cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I don’t know. I can’t begin to understand His logic. But I can bring her back to you, just as she was, free of sickness. You can live a happy life together.”

“But you need me to kill someone.” The prospect hung heavily in the air. What did these men really do besides cheat death? Was that really such a bad thing? Wasn’t in human nature? Did they deserve to die? Her heart raced with possibilities. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? That you’ll keep your end of the bargain?”

Tessa held her hand out. “I’ll bring you to where her soul rests.”

Instantly, she was transported, at Tessa’s side, from her dim apartment, to a never-ending expanse filled with light. Doors came into focus. “You’re kidding,” she said. “Heaven is full of doors?” Tessa quickly walked her around corner after corner, ensuring they weren’t seen by anyone else, until they came to her door. “My baby.” Her fingers slid over the name on the door. And dates. 2008-2013.

“She’s in here,” Tessa whispered. 

Beyond the blinding light, a park came into focus - one she recognized. One she’d taken her baby to time and time again. From behind the playground, she ran, screeching with delight as her mother chased after her. She barely recognized herself. “This is her heaven,” Tessa said softly, her arm link with yours, almost like a friend. “She plays with you.”

“Can she seem m-?”

“No. Not the you standing here. That one is her projection of you.”

Filled with a resolve she hadn’t know since the moment her baby was placed in her arms at the hospital five years ago, she turned to Tessa. “What do I have to do?”

Tessa smiled, a small sigh of relief escaping her. She pulled a piece of paper from her jacket pocket. “This man will come into your life. I need you to let him in. He’s a strong man, but he’ll let his guard down with those he trusts. You need to be one of those people. Once you are, I need you to kill him. He disrupts the natural order, and we...have a history. He doesn’t trust me.”

“Why do I need to get him to trust me first?”

“That’s for me,” she admitted. “This history...he’s the reason I am where I am. It’s purely revenge on my part.” She loathed to admit it. 

“But I-”

Exasperatedly, Tessa held the woman’s face in her hands. “He has cheated death over and over again. And your daughter couldn’t. How is that fair?”

“It’s not,” she seethed, taking the paper from Tessa’s hands. “How long do I have? I’m assuming I’m on some kind of a timeline.” 

“One year,” Tessa replied. “If you can’t do it, the deal is void and I’ll find someone else who can help me.”

“I’ll do it. I promise,” she whispered. Before she knew it, she was back home and Tessa was gone. Unfolding the paper, she read the seemingly innocuous name.

Dean Winchester.

----

The following morning, she woke in her apartment, the teddy bear still firmly in her grasp. “Worst dream ever,” she whispered, sitting up in bed. She glanced toward the nightstand, where a piece of paper sat. Dean Winchester. 

“It wasn’t a dream?”

This man will come into your life.

So he’d just cross her path? She had to sit here and wait? 

Tired and dumbfounded, she pulled the laptop toward her lap and typed in his name, searching for some record of the man she was supposed to let into her life. A few Dean Winchesters came up, a character in a book series, a teacher out of the Midwest, an escaped convict accused of killing a number of women. Wonderful. None but the convict made an impression. Could this man, doing his best impersonation of Blue Steel after being accused of murder, truly be the one who crossed a Reaper? Cheated death?

Closing the laptop, she sighed, dropping her head into her hands. What the hell was she doing? How was she supposed to kill a man? A man she didn’t even know? “No, I can’t. I can’t,” she said emphatically. “This is insane.” It wasn’t real? Right? As if to prove her wrong, she felt a darkness at her back, heavy and insistent, but leading her toward the light nonetheless.

----

For the first time in weeks, she shrugged her army green coat on and headed out to the nearest bar instead of taking a bottle home from the supermarket and falling asleep after downing near all of it. Warm light bathed her as she walked through the door and sat at the far end of the bar. Her usual bartender, Zach, seemed surprised at her presence. “Haven’t seen you around in a while. What brings you back?”

“The quality booze,” she replied dryly. Some people wanted to pour their hearts out to their bartender, not her though. “Sick of supermarket wine.”

Thankfully, he didn’t push, instead bringing over her usual. Maker’s Mark neat. Sipping, she quietly hissed the burn, its warmth feeling different now, teasing. Maybe it was the fires of hell licking at her insides for what she was contemplating, the lengths she would go to in order to see her little girl again. 

The familiar, high-pitched bell chime alerted her to the presence of yet another patron of the bar. He came to sit a few seats away, ordering a whiskey on the rocks. When she looked up, she saw him. The Dean she saw in the mug shot - Mr. Blue Steel. 

Tipping the rest of her drink back, she swallowed her morals down along with the booze and eyed Zach for a refill. When Blue Steel caught her eye, she smiled and gave him a soft wave. He was cute. She could do this. She had to do this. Without her baby, there was nothing. He walked over, taking a seat on the stool next to her. “Hey. I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“Hi, Dean,” she said softly, taking the refill from Zach’s hand. “I’m Y/N.” She frowned into her drink before she continued. “My friends and family call me Sunshine.”

----

Dean was easy to talk to; smooth, like the bourbon she’d been sipping on for near an hour. He was open yet guarded. Secrets lay behind his eyes, just as they did hers. Though they hadn't spoken for more than an hour, she could tell he’d gone through more in life than others did in 10. Behind his mega-watt, ladies man smile sat years upon years of pain. “So Dean,” she started, swirling the amber liquid around in the glass. “What brings you to a bar in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night?”

“Bad day on the job...” He replied, gulping down a hefty swig of his own drink. “Really bad day. Just need to forget, you know?”

She nodded, understanding settling into the marrow of her bones. “More than you know, Dean. If you want to get anything off your chest, I’m all ears. Think of me as a sponge.”

“Thanks, Sunshine.” The nickname sounded foreign on his lips; she hadn’t heard it in so long. But from his pouty pink lips the name sounded comforting. She wanted to lean into it. “I’m not sure it’s something you would understand. I don’t mean that in bad way. Just...I don’t think you’d believe me.”

If the previous night’s happenings hadn’t occurred, she might have been shocked, but she wasn’t sure if she could be shocked now. This Tessa wanted Dean dead, so presumably Dean was involved in all manner of shit that she would’ve never imagined. “I’ve seen some shit,” she replied, tipping the last of her drink into her mouth.

Dean’s eyes scanned her quickly, as if assessing how much she’d actually seen and whether or not she could be trusted. “D’ya wanna go for a drive? There’s a lake about 10 minutes from here.”

This was stupid. Following a man she didn’t know, having seen his mugshot before, but there was an aura about Dean and it drew her in. Plus, she had to do this - for her baby. When she nodded, he held out his hand to her and smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t be a good man. Maybe she would be doing the world a favor. Something told her she wouldn’t be so lucky. As they walked to his car, she felt the darkness, the guilt, the shame, clawing at her back. 

----

Outside the bar, the moon hung near full in the sky. “This is my Baby,” he said proudly, running his hand along an old Impala. “Through everything, she’s been my constant.”

Dean opened the passenger side door for her and slammed it closed before sliding into the driver’s side like a hand into a glove. She could see he was made for this car. 

As the engine roared to life and they pulled out of the parking lot, Dean asked the one question she didn’t want to answer. But if she was going to get her back, she had to. “So, what brought you to a bar in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night?”

Taking a deep breath, she said her name. For the first time in almost two weeks. “My daughter.” She spoke so softly Dean almost couldn’t hear her over the rumble of the Impala’s engine. “I lost her 43 days ago. Cancer. She’d just turned five.”

“Fuck.” Dean smacked the wheel of the car. “I’m so sorry. No one should have to watch their kid go through that.”

A tear fell from her eye but she quickly wiped it away. “No, they shouldn’t. I hope you’re not a religious man, but...if God’s up there. He’s a dickhead.”

“I’m not a religious man,” he laughed dryly. “I have faith in humanity, most of the time, but God’s a vindictive asshole.”

She laughed and let her head hit the headrest just as they pulled up to the lake. The moon seemed closer here, silhouetting them as they walked toward the pier. “D’ya wanna talk about her?” He asked. “I’m all ears too.”

Sitting on a bench near the lake, she told him all about her baby girl. Her father hit it and quit it, leaving as soon as she found out she was pregnant. “I was petrified to raise her myself, but I wanted to be a mom,” she said, voice catching in her throat. “I brought her into this world by myself. I raised her myself. Worked two jobs to make sure I could give her the life she deserved. She was diagnosed with leukemia just after her 4th birthday.”

At first, she’d tried not to cry, but it was no use. “Sorry, I’m just-”

“Raw still?”

“Yea.”

“I get it,” he replied, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

She leaned into it, a warmth she hadn’t felt since her daughter insisted on a goodnight kiss the night God took her away. He wrapped his arm around her like this is exactly where they were supposed to be. “Anyway, she knew what was happening, even though she was so young. She was the one that kept me sane. Somehow. You wanna know what she said to me the night she died? Her last words?”

“What’d she say?”

“She’s the one who called me sunshine. She said my smile reminded her of sunshine. Before she fell asleep, she took my hand in hers and said ‘when I go to sleep, look at the sun and think of me. Then I’ll be with you every day.’”

She heard Dean sniffle and turned her head to see a tear fall from his eye. “It sounds like she was wise beyond her years.”

“She was.” Shaking her head, she pulled herself together and changed the subject. “What about you? What happened on the job that brought you to a random bar in the middle of the night?”

He was hesitant at first, asking if she believed in things that others thought impossible - ghosts, vampires, demons. Before Tessa, she would’ve said no, but now it seemed plausible. “I do.”

“I hunt them. The things that go bump in the night that no one believes in. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.”

Her heart ached for him. Only a tragedy could get a young boy into such a horrific line of work.  

“Tonight, my brother and I lost a father and son because we couldn’t move fast enough.”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” she said softly. She felt this innate desire to comfort him, to tell him he’d probably done all he could, but something in her told her Dean wasn’t the kind of man to rid himself of guilt with so few words. He carried it with him. “I really am.”

“Thanks, Sunshine.”

----

For the first time in weeks, she awoke the next morning to the burn of the sun, but her instinct wasn’t to shield her gaze. Instead, she craned her neck backward, hair slipping against the cool leather of Dean’s jacket. They’d fallen asleep on the bench. “Morning, Sunshine,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean for us to fall asleep on a park bench.”

“Me either,” she replied honestly. “But honestly it’s been the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

Dean grumbled in agreement. Apparently, he wasn’t much of a morning person. “Wanna grab breakfast?”

She hesitated a moment before her stomach entered the conversation. “I’d like that.”

At the diner, she ordered bacon and eggs and toast to Dean’s pancakes and bacon. Then they ordered an extra side of bacon to split because neither could get enough bacon. They didn’t speak another word of her daughter or his job. “Favorite color?” He asked. “Mine’s red.”

“Green. Three favorite foods? Obviously bacon is one.”

“Pizza and a big fat juicy burger.”

“Pizza and bacon, and then probably really good sushi.”

Dean made a face and they laughed. He liked grade-B horror movies and Disney movies, though he wouldn’t admit to the latter to many. She loved psychological thrillers and gross out comedies. “The really stupid ones that make you question your intelligence,” she laughed. “I like turning my brain off.”

As they paid, Dean pulled her close. “Maybe one day, we can watch one of those together. Order a pizza.”

“Meat lover’s?” She offered, handing him her phone so he could give her his number.

His smile shone brighter than the morning’s sunrise. “Is there any other kind?”

With ease, they strode out of the diner and back into the worn leather seats of the Impala. She still didn’t know this man, not really. He was a monster-hunting, leather jacket-wearing lover of bacon, pizza, crappy horror and Disney, but she didn’t know him. Yet, she gave him her address without a thought and allowed him to walk her to her front door. “Sunshine, with my job, my brother and I are kinda all over the place, but I’d like to see you again. If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s more than okay with me.” 

Dean returned her soft smile and slipped his fingers between hers, tugging her gently until her lips were mere millimeters from his. She glanced at them, inviting him to kiss her. Whatever she imagined him doing, he took her by surprise, pressing the most of chaste of kisses to her lips before pulling away. “I’ll talk to you soon, Sunshine. Okay?” He squeezed her hands in his, a further affirmation of his promise.

When he began to walk away, she called after him. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Anytime.”

----

It was nearly two and a half weeks before they saw each other again, but in the time apart, they texted and called nearly every day, each time letting the other in on a little more of who they truly were outside of their first meeting. “What do you miss most about being a kid?” He asked, voice low and whispery.

“Sam sleeping?”

“Yea,” he replied with a yawn. “I’m not tired yet.”

“You sound it,” she said. “Would it be too cliche to say not having to pay bills?”

Dean chuckled. “Yes, I mean something that tells me something about you.”

“There was a lake nearby my house when I was a kid. Well, not nearby, more like a couple hours away. But my parents would take me there a couple times a year. We’d build sand castles and look for seashells. I miss that. What about you?”

“I didn’t really have much a childhood. I was learning how to hunt before I turned 10. When we were young though, I read to Sammy a lot. Help him get to sleep, you know? I miss that.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Don’t be. It’s in the past.” This time he yawned so hard he could no longer deny that he needed to pass out for the night. “We’ll be passing through in a couple of days. Can I take you on an actual date?”

Smiling sadly to herself, she rested her hand over her tightening chest. “Looking forward to it.”

----

As promised, Dean showed up at her door two days later with a bouquet of flowers in hand. “How did you know these are my favorite?” She asked, inhaling the sweet scent. 

“Educated guess. Now, we’re gonna go to one of my favorite burger joints-bar-tavern things in the area. They have this killer bacon cheeseburger with an egg grilled into the middle of it that you have to try. They also have pool, so I can teach you how to play.”

During one of their nightly phone calls, she asked them how they made a living doing what they did. Hustling pool, the occasional credit card fraud. You know, the usual, he’d laughed. 

You’ll have to teach me.

“Sounds amazing.”

Reaching into the closet for her jacket, she glanced at the small purple coat, still hanging there, and felt her heart skip a beat. How was she able to go out and smile and have fun barely two months after losing a piece of her heart? It felt so wrong. And yet being with Dean felt so right, so natural. 

He’s a strong man, but he’ll let his guard down with those he trusts.

She swallowed back bile and quickly pulled her jacket out, closing the door against realizations and realities she couldn’t indulge. Plastering a fake smile across her face, she slipped the jacket over her shoulders and allowed herself to believe for one moment that life wasn’t as cruel as it seemed to be. 

----

“Sunshine, I think you might be the perfect woman,” Dean laughed.

At that moment, she was acutely aware of the grease running down her chin. “What this whole, chipmunk look with food in my mouth, guzzling beer is a turn on for you?”

Dean licked his lips and took another bite of his own burger. “Yup.”

“I can’t help it, this might be the best burger I’ve ever had. And that’s saying something.” 

“I told you,” he laughed. It didn’t take long for them to finish their food. “Burger is filling, but they have killer pie too. Wanna split a piece?”

She nodded and watched as Dean easily flagged down the waitress and asked for slice of “good ol’ apple.” “The best one they have, followed closely by cherry.”

Dean looked horrified when she grimaced. “Not a big cherry fan. Blueberry, peach, apple. That’s about it on the fruit pies.”

Less than two minutes after the pie came to the table, it was gone. “We should probably go,” Dean said, craning his head back to the door where a line of hungry dinner guests were waiting. “I think our waitress might kill us if we stay any longer.”

Chuckling, you stood up and reached for your wallet before Dean insisted he pay. “First date, remember?”

“Thanks, Dean.” 

Hand in hand, they walked out the diner and toward the Impala. It was so easy to be with him and more often than not he found herself smiling when he was nearby. But she didn’t have the luxury of falling in love, not if it meant she never got to see her daughter again. 

Tessa said he needed to trust her before...before she did it. “Up for a surprise?” She asked.

Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “Sure, I never get surprises anymore. Where to?”

Without telling Dean what she was up to, she directed him where to go. Less than five minutes later, she approached a park - the same one she used to take her daughter to. “I used to take my daughter here,” she said, zoning off as a vibrant picture played before her eyes. A little girl in a yellow dress ran across the grass and toward her favorite slide. “Sorry. Got lost in a memory.”

Dean’s easy-going smile from earlier faded away when he saw the sadness in her eyes. “We don’t have to be here,” he offered, looking back toward the car. 

“No, it’s okay.” It really wasn’t. But it was a reminder of why she was here, why she was doing exactly what she was doing despite the darkness eating at her from the inside out. “I wanted to share. There’s no one here at night.”

Dean chuckled and pulled her in to kiss her before running onto the playground set like a giant child. He ran up the metal slide and stuck his head out through a tube. “Come on! Let’s play!”

Allowing herself the opportunity to let go, if only for a moment, she ran up to meet him and chased him around the small area before she tripped and fell, bringing her down with him. “Been a while since I’ve been a kid,” he said, helping her up. They sat on the wood mulch of the playground underneath the slide and he pulled her close. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.” For a moment, she hesitated. “You said you used to read to Sam right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Did anyone ever read to you?” When she looked back, she saw sadness in his eyes. “No?”

“Not that I can remember.”

“Close your eyes.”

Without hesitation, his eyelids fluttered closed. She reached into her pocket for her phone, hand shaking at the intimacy of the moment and the pain she felt. As she read - Vonnegut, considering he’d mentioned it in passing during one of their phone calls - he relaxed into her. Eventually, his head lay in her lap, her fingers twirling his messy brown locks. Hours passed. The only reason either noticed was due to the placement of the moon, now bouncing off the slide and onto the metal of a nearby bench. 

Dean sat up, sleep pulling at his eyes as he kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Sunshine. I can’t remember the last time I felt that relaxed.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied, softly. “Me either.”

----

Two months passed before they saw one another again, but not a day went by with at least a text. Sometimes it was just “I’m okay. Still alive,” other days they were able to actually talk, asking each other the most random questions in an attempt to know one another inside and out. “Hey, Sunshine,” Dean said as she opened the door.

Smiling, she allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace, his lips finding hers. “Hello to you to, Dean. I’ve missed you.” In the months since they’d seen each other, she’d made an attempt to clean her home. TV dinners were no longer piled up in the kitchen. Garbage was taken out when it needed to be. Occasionally, she would even open the blinds. Still, her daughter’s bear sat on the windowsill as a reminder of what she needed to do. 

Dean was unlike any other man she’d ever met and with him, she found herself content, even happy. But what did that say, if she allowed herself the happiness her little girl never got to experience? 

“Now, I know I said a couple days ago that we’d go get a bite to eat, maybe take a drive, but then I got an idea. Trust me?” There was a boyish glint in his eyes she couldn’t deny. 

Her mouth dropped open when she saw him remove a blindfold from his back pocket. “Kinky!”

“Not like that...not yet,” he replied, eyes full of hope. 

Dean wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and led her to the car. He would entertain a single question about where they were headed until shortly later, he stopped, picked her up out of the passenger seat and placed her on the ground before removing the material covering her eyes. “We’re at the beach,” she whispered in disbelief. “You remembered.” Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, emotion running wild. Despite the beautiful weather, the shadows nipped at her feet.

“Of course.” He crouched down to kiss her and wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I made macaroni salad, pie, and I brought all the fixings for the perfect burger, which I can make on this.” He pulled out a small grill. “My George Foreman! This is the best thing in the world.”

As promised, Dean made delicious bacon cheeseburgers with a runny egg in the middle, just as they’d had at the diner months before. After every ounce of red meat was gone, they walked along the beach, toes in the sand and looked for seashells. Given that the nearest real beach was hundreds of miles away, seashells were a rarity, but it was perfect nonetheless.

The sun began to set, blue giving way to purples and pinks as they swayed together on the beach. “My place,” Dean started, “The place I share with my brother between cases, it’s about a half hour from here, do you want to-?”

“Really?” She asked. Her stomach dropped. He trusted her. Enough to bring her home, to the place he shared with his brother, the only other person in world he cared for. “You sure?”

“I am.”

If only she was too.

----

Despite how much Dean talked about him, Sam wasn’t what she expected him to be. She grasped his outstretched hand and feigned shyness, unable to look him in the eye knowing what she would eventually do. “Dean talks about you all the time,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I knew you had to be some kind of woman.”

“Dean’s told me a lot about you. Mostly good,” she replied with a smile. “It’s great to finally meet you, Sam.” 

After she said goodnight, Dean led her down the wide hallways of what they called “the bunker,” his hand heavy and insistent on the small of her back. Inside, he backed her up against the wall, against the shadows, and captured her lips in a kiss so delicate and sincere she would’ve collapsed were it not for him. 

In spite of herself, she sunk into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed. He trusted her. She knew it in the way he touched her, moaned her name, drank her in. But mostly she knew it in the way he fell asleep peacefully at her side that night.

----

On the morning after their night together, Dean had practically begged her to move into the bunker. “When you leave, I miss you. I hate...being without you.”

She’d been hesitant, but with each excuse he’d countered it. “You make me happy, Sunshine.”

Everything in her had screamed to run, but the earnestness in his gaze pulled her in and she’d complied. While they were away on cases, she would walk around the bunker, gaining more and more insight into the man she’d fallen in love with. Tessa had to be wrong. Dean was a good man - the best she’d ever met.

Screaming into the cold concrete walls of the bunker, she called for Tessa. “I know you’re watching me, you bitch! Answer me!” She slammed her fists against the wall, but no amount of pain could make her feel. “Where the fuck are you?!”

Barreling through the halls like a storm, she gasped when she turned the corner to see her there - the same determination emanating from her as the night they’d met. “Having second thoughts?”

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed, falling to her knees in front of the reaper. “Dean is not the man you think he is. He doesn’t deserve this.”

Disdain radiated from each word. “You only know the man he claims to be.”

“No! I know him. He’s kind. He’s gentle. He does what he does for love. And if he crossed you it’s because you deserved it.” Tears streamed down her face.

Tessa’s gaze melted from soft and endearing into furious and frightening in a matter of seconds. Picking her up by the throat, Tessa tossed her back against the wall. “You’ll follow through on our deal or I will alter it. Get rid of him and you will get your daughter back. She’ll be just as she was and the two of you will live a happy life together. Go back on your promise to me and I will make sure your daughter’s spirit rots in hell for the rest of eternity!”

Sobbing, she clawed at Tessa’s hands. “My daughter did nothing to deserve this! You-”

“BUT DEAN HAS!” She bellowed so loudly it felt as if the walls shook. “And I will use whoever and whatever I need to make him pay.”

“You can’t. You said yourself your bosses don’t trust you anymore!”

“True.” She spoke coolly, her fury gone and replaced with something along the razor’s edge of composure. “But they want Dean dead as badly as I do, if not for the same reasons. Get rid of him, Sunshine,” she said mockingly. “Or I will find someone who will and your daughter will burn.” Without another word, she left her trembling on the floor of the bunker, shadows closing in from every angle.

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As the weeks passed into months, she awoke each night, screaming, picturing her daughter calling out for her from the fires of hell, begging for her to save her. Dean would lull her back to sleep with made-up stories he used to tell Sam and fervent kisses that said what he couldn’t. 

With the deadline looming large, she tried to think of any way to get the job done. At first, she thought of drugging him with pills. An entire bottle would do the trick and he would fall asleep not knowing the monster that shared his bed, but Tessa wouldn’t allow it, appearing to her again. “I can’t get near him, but you can.”

She was in over her head. Her choices were slim. Either tell Dean, bear the brunt of his hatred and never see her daughter again, or do as Tessa commanded, hate herself and save her daughter’s damned soul. Self-hatred streamed through her veins, but she had no choice.

What started as “kill him in whatever way you can” had morphed into Tessa brandishing a knife she was to use. Every time she tried, pulled the knife from her pocket and attempted to do the unthinkable, she saw his green eyes fade away into darkness. For weeks, she made herself ill, throwing up every day and shivering to sleep in Dean’s embrace at night.

Dean thought she’d been cursed as a way to hurt him, but they couldn’t find any evidence. They’d taken her to the hospital, but unsurprisingly she’d had a clean bill of health. Only she knew the cause of her pain.

“Come on, Sunshine” he said excitedly, “I have a surprise for you.” 

Taking his hand, she followed him out of the bunker to a clearing in a forest just a short way away, where he had another picnic, like the one so many months before, set up underneath the stars. “It’s been 11 months since the first night we met. I probably should’ve waited for a full year, but I couldn’t help myself.”

Awash in darkness, she began to cry. He pulled her close and they began to sway, a clumsy dance that brought a smile to his face. There was no time left. Reaching into her pocket, she grasped the handle of the knife. “I’m sorry, Dean.” Before she could stop herself, she plunged the blade into his chest. 

He grabbed the blade, hissing in pain as she pulled herself away. “Why?” He choked, hands shaking around the knife’s handle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,�� she sobbed, backing away. “I had no choice.”

A moment years in the making, Tessa made herself known, kicking his phone away before he could call for help. “How does it feel, Dean? Knowing the woman you love betrayed you?”

With a self-satisfied smile, she disappeared momentarily, only to reappear with her baby girl at her side. Dean made the connection. “I could’ve helped you. I would’ve...I-”

Tessa ushered her away, demanding she run as Dean fell to the ground. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, holding her daughter tight to her chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mama. I’m okay.” She remembered nothing.

Through the tear-stained forest, Sunshine ran from the light - the memories of Dean’s touch, his soothing voice, his gentle kiss - and into the darkness, her constant.

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 41

Chapter 41

Series Masterlist

A/N: As I mentioned this chapter is pure filth (18+). I honestly was going to start writing what was supposed to be 41 (now will be 42) when this idea came to me and I ran with it. It’s long and it’s dirty ;)

There are some flashbacks in italics. Basically the chapter starts with current time and will have some flashbacks to conversations over the last couple days. It flips back and forth a few times until the flashbacks catch up with the current situation. Hopefully it’s not too confusing…

Warning: Drinking, swearing, smut, oral sex (female receiving), public sex, anal, daddy kink, spitting, maybe a little cum play, NSFW, alluding to cheating 

Word Count: 11500

You continue to grind up against Allie, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. Even from this distance you can tell his pupils are blown with lust. You blow him a kiss which finally breaks his glare, a soft smirk spreads on his face. However it leaves as quickly as it comes.

“I’m gonna get a drink” you say after another song.

“Don’t” Allie whines.

“It’s my bachelorette I’m supposed to drink” you shimmy out of your friends embrace walking over to a corner of the club. You find Kyle and his group of friends, joining into a conversation with them for a couple minutes before you walk up to the bar alone.

“Your boyfriend let you out of the house like that” you hear a husky voice in your ear. His breath is warm as his hands grip your hips pinning you against the bar.

“My fiancé doesn’t get a say in what I wear” you snap back. His one hand leaves your hip to flag down the bartender and order a drink. You could take this opportunity to wrangle away from his grasp.  But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love how his knee is slotted between your thighs. Or how if you grind your ass back slightly you would feel his cock growing between the two of you.

“Fiancé" he muses pressing back against you. His cologne envelops the air around you, as his hand returns to your hip pulling you back against him. Your core heats up and your panties dampen and if he were to lift his knee just a few more inches you’d leave a wet mark on his dark denim.

You exhale and he presses back into you, pinning you against the bar, if he wasn’t pressed into you so hard your legs would give way. His lips ghost over your skin and you shudder at the feeling.

The sound of glass hitting the wood snaps you from your trance. He leans over you causing your breath to catch in your throat, handing you a shot. Your favourite shot.

“Babe why do I have to do a bachelorette party” you whine sitting down on the bed beside an open and empty suitcase.

Fred walks out of the closet with a few pieces of clothes setting them in a pile on the bed. He begins folding them, filling the suitcase “because I’m having a bachelor party so the girls said you had to have a bachelorette.”

“They are so outdated, the whole last night of freedom crap" you grab a pair of shorts and fold them setting them inside for him.

“Yeah I lost my freedom five years ago" he jokes causing you to roll your eyes.

“Babe all I wanted was to have some beers, play a little golf and have some steaks” he presses his lips to your forehead. “We don’t always get what we want.”

He chuckles and walks back to the closet, you following close behind. You lean against the door frame as he walks over to his suits scanning through them “so because Auston wants a stripper I have to have a party.”

You walk forward pulling out the suit you planned on him wearing to match you. You are flying to Vegas in a couple hours for the NHL awards which are tomorrow night, and then the following night is your bachelor/bachelorette parties. Auston argued that almost everyone would be there so it made sense to do them then, and the few remaining party guests could be flown down.

You however know that he wants to throw Fred a wild party, and Vegas is the perfect place for it. You tried to object but were quickly overruled by multiple members of the wedding party who all agreed. Now five of your friends are flying down to meet you and some of the WAG’s from players in Pittsburgh and also a couple from his time in Toronto.

“I told him no strippers" he laughs grabbing his garment bag to put his suit in.

“Really? I told Carlee I expect a stripper” you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. Fred stops what he is doing and brings his eyes up to you as he scans over your face.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious" he hangs the garment bag back in the closet.

“What if I am, would it bother you?” you ask innocently batting your large eyes at him.

He takes a few steps closer “I mean you’ve seen me naked right?” He scoffs moving his hand over his body, flexing his other arm under his t-shirt. His bicep bulges out from under the white cotton, and you use all your energy to not react.

“Yeah but you don’t put on strip shows for me" you grab a pair of socks from the folded laundry pile you have yet to put away and wander to the bedroom shoving it in the bag.

You don’t need the socks; your suitcase was packed hours ago. It’s bait. And you smirk when you hear Fred’s footsteps behind you.

“I can strip for you" he says pushing you back onto the bed. Pulling his phone out he scrolls through before finding a song and setting it down.

You almost choke when “pour some sugar on me" by Def Leppard begins to play on the speaker. “This is your stripper song" you tease.

“I picked a random playlist" he laughs peeling his shirt off as a blush hits his cheeks “shut up.”

He walks back to be a few feet from you and begins to rock his hips reaching for his belt. You lean back on the palm of your hands as he drags the leather through the loops. The sound of his buckle crashing on the floor echoes in your room.

Next he undoes his button and zipper. When he thrusts his hips forward your breath catches in your throat your entire body heats up. You smirk and playfully bring your hand to the side of your face pretending to fan yourself and he smirks, turning around his thumbs slide under the waistband of his shorts. Sticking his ass out he begins to toy with them, slowly pushing it down his glutes, letting you catch a glimpse of his navy blue boxers.

While his showmanship isn’t the best (he isn’t exactly known for being a good dancer); your entire body is on fire.

You want to pull him into the mattress and sit on his beard while your cum drips down your thighs coating his face. You want to pin him to the bed and ride him until your core can’t handle anymore and your legs are trembling. But before you can Elise’s cries come through the baby monitor causing Fred to stop.

“Not fair the stripper won’t have to compete with a crying baby" he does his zipper back up.

“No but he does have to compete with you" you stand up closing the gap. You breathe in his faint cologne putting your hands on his waist toying with the elastic of his shorts. “And there’s no competition babe" you press a kiss to his lips before heading to the door.

“Fred" you call out turning in the doorframe. “I said no strippers at mine either" you grin before leaving to head to the nursery.

“Bottoms up" he throws it back quickly as he watches you do the same, wincing slightly at the burn. Once your empty glass is on the bar his mouth is on your neck, cold and wet lips kissing your skin.

A light moan slips from your lips and you push your ass back, grinding against his bulge. He turns you around, hands on your hips dark eyes staring down at you. He parts his lips, tongue flicking over them; ready and waiting to be kissed.

His lips connect to yours as his nails dig into the thin material of your black dress. A kiss so fiery, it punched the breath from your lungs.

“My fiancé might see" you giggle pushing him away and taking a few steps towards a hallway. He grips your wrist pulling you back into his hard chest.

His eyes are dark and hungry with fire as your arms wrap back around his neck. Your head foggy from the alcohol you have consumed.

“Let him" he groans sliding his hands down your side before stopping on your ass walking you backwards down the hall.

“He plays hockey so he won’t hesitate to fight you" you groan and his mouth attaches to your neck. He has you pinned against the wall; the music in the club has the floor bouncing under your feet.

“I’m sure I could take him" he bites into your collarbone pulling a gasp from you. Your head turns and you lock eyes with Carlee and Allie. Their eyes narrow as they give you disapproving looks before you are dragged down a hall and around a corner before being pushed into a single bathroom, the door locking behind him.

Once the door locks you are immediately on him, hands running through his hair struggling to grab at anything, your tongue sloppily in his mouth. You can faintly taste tequila being masked by the whiskey on his tongue as he bends down to pick you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks further into the room. He sets you on the counter, one hand trailing up your thigh before sliding under the hem of your barely there dress.

“Do me a favor?” Fred is on top of you, a hand under your shirt, his shirt, lightly pressing circles with the pad of his thumb. He pulls it off throwing it aside and his mouth quickly attaches to your nipple replacing his thumb, his tongue flicking over it.

It’s the morning after the awards and you are enjoying a few more minutes with him before he leaves to go to his hotel room one floor down. You both agreed it made sense for you to have your own rooms for the night. This way all the women could drink and get ready in the suite before dinner and it has enough beds that your friends from back home can sleep there without needing to book a room. This way you wouldn’t have to worry about waking the other person up crawling into bed at the end of the night.

“What" you moan softly running your hands over his broad shoulder.

“Wear some baggy jeans” he sucks gently on your neck “a thick turtle neck" he gently nips your skin. “Hair in a bun, maybe skip showering today…”

“So you want me to go out looking terrible” you laugh gently.

“No” his head pops up. “You’re still going to look amazing like that. I just think less people will hit on you. I know what every guy will think if you wear something short and tight.”

“Fred” you groan.

“I know because I think it every time I see you in something short at tight. I won’t enjoy myself knowing that someone is thinking those things about my fiancé.”

“Uhuh" you groan as his hand connects to your nipple to gently pinch it. “I actually got you something so women won’t approach you. So they’ll know you’re taken.”

“Okay" he stops what he is doing, looking at you with blown pupils. You crawl out of bed and walk over to your suitcase pulling out a white tee and throwing it at him.

“Oh my god" he laughs opening it to see a custom shirt with a picture of your face printed on it. The words “back of ladies I’m taken” printed in big letters around it.

“I will wear this ridiculous shirt" he smiles. “But you" he pulls you back into bed hard causing you to squeal. “You have to cover these up" he gives your breast a soft squeeze. “And this" he reaches around to cup your ass.

His large hand presses into your thighs and his mouth ventures down your body finding the valley of your breasts. He licks between them before sucking on the curve of one; his thumb grazing over your clothed core.

“Fuck you’re so wet" he groans pulling the fabric aside so his calloused thumb can connect to your clit.

Your head falls back against the wall as he presses firm circles into you. Soft breathy moans fill the room and you practically feel his dick twitch at the sounds.

Your hands slide down his body, fumbling with his belt buckle before it finally gives way. You shove his pants and boxers down his ass a few inches, freeing his bulging cock. It slaps against his stomach and you lick your lips thinking about taking him in your mouth.

“Not now" he orders following your gaze. “I want to last, and if you wrap your pretty little lips around it I won’t.”

“I can’t believe were doing this" you eye around to the bathroom.

“What" he presses his pants and boxers down his broad thighs leaving them in a bunch at his ankle. His cock sapping against his stomach echoes through the room. “We’ve fucked in a bar bathroom before, been a bit but we’ve done it.”

He steps closer putting a hand on your hip as your legs wrap back around him, his hard member poking at your entrance.

“Last night of freedom or whatever” Fred smirks sinking inside your slick heat.

“Promise me something” you roll on top of him, hips straddling him.

“Anything babe” his thumb drawing soft circles on your hip.

“None of those last night of freedom dare lists” your hips roll against his throbbing erection.

“Dare lists?” he bucks his hips pressing it into your clothed core.

“Yeah those lists people do at their bachelor/bachelorette party” you grind down and he groans cupping your breasts in his large hands. He gently massages your breasts before rolling your nipple throw his two fingers.

He sits up bringing your nipple into his mouth leaving you gasping and forgetting your words briefly. “You know” you moan “get so many numbers…kiss someone…dance with a group of the opposite gender” you barely can form sentences through your moans. “Like a list of things to do on your last night as a single person. Like it’s okay to give out your number just because you’re not actually married.”

“I don’t think they do those at bachelor parties” he hums against your skin. “Think it’s more of a bachelorette thing” his teeth run across your pert nipple.

“But regardless I promise” he flips you on your back pulling your shorts down your legs.

Your black thong is hanging around your ankles, dress bunched up above your hips as he bottoms out inside you.

“Fuck Fred” you groan feeling him perfectly stretch you out.

“Du har det så godt (you feel so good)” he huffs in your ear.

His hand slides down your body connecting to your clit as your nails dig into his shoulder. He pulls back almost completely before slamming his hips into your pelvis. Beads of sweat roll between the valley of your nipples, the mirror beside you beginning to fog.

“Geez” you groan not having seen this side of Fred in a while. Your eyes drop down his body. Having not removed his shirt you only see glimpses of his cock beneath the fabric as it slams in and out of your wet walls.

“You didn’t think you’d get to go out dressed like that and not pay for it did you?” he asks thumb releasing your clit to slide around your body and grip the back of your thigh. His other hand harshly digs into your skin pulling you to the edge of the counter. You know he is leaving bruises crescent shaped marks on the back of your thighs, marks that are well below the hem of your dress.

He knows it too. A warning to any other man who thinks of looking your direction that you’re taken.

“No" Allie yells as you step out of the bathroom in black vegan leather leggings and a bright red loose and flowy top. You have a pair of black boots with a 3 inch heel in your hands to complete the look. While it is simple, the boots spice it up just enough for you.

“We did not come all the way to Vegas for you to dress like that” she scowls eyeing you up and down.

She walks to your closet and pulls out the little black dress you packed by mistake. You actually thought it was a different black dress, and it wasn’t until you unpacked it from your suitcase you realized. That’s when you decided to change your outfit and wear the leggings.

And when you say little it is very little. The hem stops inches closer to your ass than your knees and the cut is significantly lower than anything you’ve worn in over two years, maybe since before Oliver was born. The straps, well you don’t even know why they are there, so thin you think they could snap just by looking at them.

It’s something you had no problem wearing before Oliver. Maybe it’s because you are older now, or maybe it’s because you’re a mother but it’s just not something you wear anymore. Allie however doesn’t let you respond instead pushing you in the bathroom with the dress.

A few minutes later you fluff your hair and stare at yourself. The dress clings to your curves, being tighter than you remember, and the heels make the length feel even shorter.

“Damn" someone yells when you open the door.

“I can’t wear this" you try to pull the fabric down your legs only for it to expose even more of your breasts.

“And why not?” Carlee crosses her arms.

“I’m a mom"

“Yes and that makes you a MILF" she smirks.

“I told Fred -"

“Well it’s a good thing it’s your bachelorette party and your fiancé isn’t around” Steph grins from over her wine glass.

He hastily grabs the thin straps from your shoulders with his teeth exposing your breasts to him. His mouth attaches to your nipple, dragging his teeth along it.

Your moans fill the small bathroom, if the music wasn’t so loud you’d be worried about people in the hall hearing. He pulls away, lips puffy and swollen and you whimper as the cold air replaces with warm mouth.

His hips snap and his nails dig into your skin. You’re hanging off the counter, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth to try and suppress your moans. Pleasure builds in your core, as he thrusts relentlessly in and out. Each time hitting your g-spot.

“Look in the mirror” he brings a hand to your neck giving it a light squeeze as directs your gaze.

You groan vibrates against the hand on your throat. Since having twins your time alone was typically hurried, fear of one off the kids needing you. You forgot how much you love his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the oxygen from your lungs.

You almost forgot all the things his hands were capable of. Forgot how sometimes you just need to be at his mercy as he takes complete control.

“Watch as I fuck in and out of your pussy" he growls tightening his grip. “Watch your pretty little face fall apart” he muses admiring the mess you’ve become. The mess he made you.

“Next question" Carlee calls grabbing the sheet from Allie. “What is (Y/N)’s favourite thing about you?”

“Easy" you smile twirling your wine glass. “How amazing of a father he is.”

“Boring" Sarah yells with a smile.

“We specifically told him no answers about being parents. Those are too easy and basic" Carlee smirks.

“So besides being a dad, what do you think Fred thinks your favourite thing about him is?”

Heat hits your cheeks and your eyes go wide imagining what he would say. You bury your face in a pillow only to have it ripped from your hands and thrown at you with a giggle. You know they sent him this list while he was away on the road, so you know he had hours to sit around and think of the best possible answer.

“He probably said his dick game" you laugh thinking he would try to give some crazy answers just for the reaction of your friends.

The room fills with laughter “oh my god" you hear someone shriek.

“I mean there’s a reason we have four kids, he’s obviously doing something right.”

“No!” Carlee laughs. “He said his ability to make you smile even on your worst day.”

“Oh" you go quiet as your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink turning to your glass and pouring most of it down your throat.

“Do tell us about his dick game though" Allie yells.

Sweat is collecting along your hairline and you can feel it on your spine. Your mascara is smeared around your eyes, lipstick spread on his face. The lack of oxygen and the thrusting has your vision filling with white spots as your orgasm nears. You still try to bring your gaze to him in the glass, watching as he drags his thick member along your walls.

“You look so good with my cock inside you" he groans squeezing your neck again. You’re on the edge; your whole body feels hot. With a few more deep thrusts your legs seize, your nails dig into his shoulder as your orgasm hits you.

You clench around him and whimper slightly feeling him hit your cervix with each thrust. Your pussy flutters as warm juices drip down his cock soaking your thighs. With a few more thrusts he spills inside you, white coating your walls.

His hips finally still and his hand releases your throat. Before you can regain your breath you feel his lips on yours, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him.

“Marry me" his lips press against yours as you try and recapture your breath.

“I am in a few weeks" you pull back smirking with a few deep breaths.

“No, marry me now. You should have been my wife already. Should have married you in Santorini" he presses his lips against yours.

“Wow this place is beautiful" you run to the open doors that overlook the cliff and the setting sun. The orange reflecting off the waves, the light salty breeze blowing the thin curtains.

“It really is" Fred says coming up wrapping his arms around you as you fall back against his chest. You both stand there speechless for a few minutes taking in the falling sun, basking in the few more minutes of warmth.

“We normally have the ceremony here, so that view is the backdrop of the photos. Sunset is the best time for pictures, and the preferred start time of our guests” a venue guide says to a couple as they walk through the space.

“We should get married" you turn to face Fred wrapping your arms around his hips.

“Yeah we will babe" he laughs putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Let’s do it now” You press a kiss to his sun kissed cheek. “You, me, the sunset. What else do we need?”

Fred’s eyes go wide almost popping from his head and he laughs into your hair.

“Ha you were terrified when I suggested it"

“I think I was more shocked you were suggesting it, you always seemed a step behind me. So for you to be the one to suggest it I was thrown off. But we should have done it" he pulls out slowly and smirks as you whine at the emptiness.

“The next day I suggested more kids. Obviously I wanted a forever with you, should have just married you then” his mouth gently sucks on your sweet spot millimetres from your ear. “Which is why we should do it now. No Elvis impersonator though, has to be classy.”

“The wedding we have planned in a few weeks will be classy" you smile pressing him off you. With a huff he helps you down off the counter. “Waited this long, what’s a couple more weeks.”

“Torture” you hear him mumble as he adjusts himself back into his dark denim pants.

You scan around the room and realize they toilet paper is empty and they have blow-dryers not paper towel. Fred smirks as he brings a finger to your folds, collecting some of the cum that has spilt down your legs and pushes it back inside your sopping core.

“Just helping out" he gives you a few thrusts with his thick fingers before pulling them from you and bringing them up to your mouth and you open allowing him to stick his long digits inside. You moan around his fingers tasting yourself as you eagerly clean it for him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you swirl your tongue around him before slowly pulling it out.

You pull your underwear back up your legs and smooth out your wrinkled dress. “So was that on your list?” he smirks wiping his hands on his pants.

“I’m not doing this” you throw the piece of paper back at her. You’re sitting at your booth at the third club you’ve been to since finishing dinner. Apparently nobody could decide on where to go so they opted on a bar crawl, and apparently there is one more stop. But given the energy in the club, the large crowds and how much fun everyone is having you can’t imagine leaving to go anywhere else.

“When we made this we said we had to do it no matter what” she laughs

“Yeah but were not sixteen anymore. When we were teenagers we thought you’re supposed to have a wild bachelorette party. But this is basically cheating.”

You remember the day like it was yesterday. The three of you sitting on Allie’s bed coming up with this list, you all promised that each of you would complete it whenever your bachelorette parties occurred. You had no idea what types of things normally happen and went strictly off of movies for inspiration. Now you can’t imagine doing most of these items.

“Okay, we’re not saying make out with a stranger or dry hump someone on the dance floor” Carlee says folding the list in her purse.

“But you can easily do these things and keep it all G rated. Kiss on the hand, on the cheek still counts and that’s not cheating” Allie adds.

“Fine” you grumble scanning around the bar before landing on a group of men. There is about eight of them standing around the bar, one is leaning against it. He is tall with light blonde hair and is laughing at something his friends said when he sees you and shoots you a smile before turning back to his friends.

“I hate you guys” you groan taking the shot from the centre of the table. You wince at the burn, setting the glass upside down on the tray. “You’re coming with me” you grab their hands and pull them forward with you.

Upon approaching the group of men you discover they are there for a bachelor party. A bachelor party for Kyle; the man who smiled at you just moments ago. You inform them it’s your bachelorette party, and without even waiting for your prompting Kyle asks to see your bucket list for the evening. He tells you his fiancé sent him a picture of the list she has to do, and is more than willing to assist you. Knowing that he is there for his bachelor party and won’t make any attempt to hit on you; you feel comfortable doing these tasks with them.

“What’s next?” Kyle asks taking a sip, having just completed the kiss a stranger tasks (on the cheek obviously). He pulls the list from Carlee’s hands before you even have a chance to answer him. “Oh this one next” he grabs your arm leading you out onto the dance floor where a couple of his friends are.

“Dance with a group of guys” he explains pushing you into the centre.

Some of the guys step up closing the gap but still leaving space between you. You feel a pair of hands loosely on your hips as you all sway and dance to the music. But you also have this feeling you are being watched. Scanning around the club you see many groups of people, but can’t pinpoint the lingering gaze.

“Shots” Sarah yells carrying the tray towards the group. Handing them out to everyone, her and Carlee join in with dancing. A few songs have gone by and everyone is laughing and having a good time. That’s when you feel it again.

You feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in your head as you wrap your hands around Carlee’s neck. Her hands find your hips and she pulls you in close so you can smell her shampoo.

“Thanks for tonight” you tell over the music and she kisses your cheek in response “for making me do this.”

“Love you baby” she winks. You feel another pair of small hands on your hips and a body presses up behind you.

“You have an admirer” Sarah says from behind bringing her hand to your jaw moving your head to the side. You find a familiar pair of dark brown eyes, Fred’s eyes, watching your every move over the rim of his glass. You give him a soft smile and he doesn’t give one in return, instead his eyes narrow. He doesn’t pull his eyes from you as he leans over to talk with Mitch and you now realize the glances you felt were from him.

“He’s looks mad” Carlee says her head falling onto your shoulder. The three of you continue to dance the group of guys still around you. Slowly after a few more songs some of the guys filter off the dance floor until it’s just you and your group left.

You watch as a group of women approach Fred and his friends. You smirk when a blonde in thigh high boots wedges her way between him and Mitch and tries to talk to him but he doesn’t give her the time of day. Some of the guys in relationships at least humor the women to be polite but Fred doesn’t make any attempt to talk with her, his jaw locked never breaking his gaze.

Regardless she doesn’t stop and it ignites a fire in you. You turn so your ass is to him and begin to bend down shaking it as you go. You almost make it to the floor before snapping it back and working your way up. Steph laughs knowing exactly what you are doing as she smiles and waves to Mitch at the bar. Once back upright you look over your shoulder shooting Fred a wink, if you were any closer you know you would see his cock tightening in his denim.

Next you turn around and grip Allie’s arms pulling her up against you as you grind against her. Mitch and Auston are smirking at the bar as they watch while trying to engage in conversations with the women. But Fred he still hasn’t even glanced at the one beside him.

She attempts to capture his attention by touching his wrist, running her finger along his watch. You blow him a kiss which finally breaks his glare, a soft smirk spreads on his face. However it leaves as quickly as it comes.

You continue to grind up against Allie, but you keep your eyes on Fred. Even from this distance you can tell his pupils are blown.

“I’m gonna get a drink” you say after another song.

“Don’t” Allie whines.

“It’s my bachelorette party I’m supposed to drink” you shimmy out of your friends embrace stumbling away. Blowing past Fred and his group you find Kyle and a couple of his friends in the corner of the bar. You join them for a couple minutes never once staring over at Fred. But the weakness in your knees and moisture pooling in your underwear tells you he is watching your every move.

“You sure knew where this bathroom was pretty easily, take all your girls here?” you tease ignoring his comment.

He throws his head back laughing “I haven’t been in this club in easily six years. But no I never brought any girls here.” He brings his lips to your neck sucking on your ear lobe “before you I had never fucked in a public bathroom.”

“Really?” you smirk raising an eyebrow at him.

“What you fucked in bathrooms before me?” he asks somewhat insulted but also laughing slightly.

“No, never” you wink gripping his wrist and pulling him out the door. The loud music echoes down the dimly lit hall as you take a few uneasy steps. His hands find your hips as pulls you back to his chest, guiding you toward the echoing bass.

“So how many guys have bent you over a bathroom sink huh?” his mouth is so close you feel his beard rub against your skin.

“Fred” you warn.

“That many eh” you can sense some jealousy in his tone. The two of you long ago shared the number of people you’ve dated, and those you can’t quite call dating. But you never dived into the details of where, positions or how many times, mostly because that information wouldn’t achieve anything.

You stop walking and he almost knocks you over. Turning your head to the side your lips so close you can almost taste his chap stick “it doesn’t matter if it was one or five men before you. All that matters is you are the only person who gets to bend me over a bathroom sink from this point on.”

His eyes flick over your face “besides” you smirk “there is no competition. You’ve always been the best at it.”

“Fucking right” you hear him mumble as his arms tighten around your waist and he pushes you forward. You turn your head laughing slightly when you immediately feel him sucking on your collarbone. You try to watch where you are walking but you lose all focus allowing him to take charge. As your arousal rebuilds your eyes flutter closed.

Pulling his lips away briefly he mumbles Danish praises against the shell of your ear. The music gets louder vibrating the floor under you as his mouth returns to your exposed flesh. Before you know it you walk into another hard chest.

A second pair of large hands grip your forearms to hold you in place and you hear a deep seeded chuckle from the man behind you. Taking a step back your eyes open to find Mitch glaring down at you.

“No wonder you guys have four kids" Allie teases from beside you. You can feel some of Fred’s warm cum leaking down your thighs, past where your dress ends.

“You guys can fuck whenever you want, but you can’t even go a few hours without fucking in a bathroom” Auston says somewhat bitterly as he takes a sip of whiskey. He has a smirk on his face so you know he isn’t actually serious. Fred takes a small step back allowing you to put a few more inches between yourself and Mitch.

“Well you’re really not going to like what’s next" Fred replies wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “But we’re gonna leave and go fuck in our hotel.”

“What!” Mitch exclaims. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Our bed is very comfortable" Fred presses his lips to your temple and you lean back against his chest. Normally you would scold Fred for being so blunt but you’ve had just enough alcohol to bring you to a point of little concern. To the point where the words spilling off his tongue turns you on.

“Our shower is very big too" you grin at Mitch.

“You guys are unbelievable” Allie laughs.

“It’s after 2, if we stay much later neither one of us will be in any shape to do that” you raise an eyebrow laughing.

“And we don’t have any kids to worry about so I’m taking full advantage of that. Thanks for the party guys" Fred tugs on your wrist pulling you out of the club not giving anyone a chance to respond.

The streets are packed and loud, cars driving down the strip and music filtering out from the various bars. The cool Vegas air sobering you almost instantly. It’s not that it’s cold; it only dropped a couple degrees since you entered the bar. It’s just that the bar was filled with alcohol, dancing, sweat and body heat, none of that found on the sidewalk.

“Let’s get a taxi" you stop in your tracks squeezing his hand so he turns around to face you.

“It’s like a 10 minute walk” he stares at some of the people on the street as they walk by.

“My feet hurt" you eye down to the boots on your feet.

“Should have worn sneakers" he grumbles.

“Sneakers don’t really match this dress” you roll your eyes.

His eyes narrow and he turns back to you “maybe you should have kept your promise. Instead of dressing like a high class escort" he shoots you a devilish grin.

Your arms cross your chest and your eyes arrow “you just call me, the mother of your children a hooker?”

“High class escort” he grins. “Literally seven different men have checked out your ass since we came out here. And don’t get me started on how many did inside.”

You scan over his face and he chuckles slightly pulling you in to his chest. His arms warp around your back while yours remain crossed between you.

“There is nothing wrong with being a sex worker (Y/N). It’s the oldest profession in the world; I just don’t like when I hear strangers at the bar trying to figure out if my fiancé is one because of her outfit.”

“Men are the worst” you grumble. “I should be able to wear what I want.”

“Mhm I agree and for the record you look amazing. Maybe next time wear something a little longer to the bar and wear this around the house when it’s just us” he brings one hand to tilt your head so he can look down at you.

“I think this dress is perfect to make breakfast in" he smiles causing you to laugh.

“You want me to cook in this"

“Do you know what it would do to me to see you walk around our home in this?"

“Have an idea" you smirk feeling him getting hard against your leg as your arms wrap around him. “Still can’t believe you called me a prostitute.”

“High. Class. Escort” he emphasizes each word between brief kisses against your lips. “And as long as you come home to me I don’t care what you wear out.”

He nudges his head toward the hotel “let’s go.”

“My feet" you whine. “With four kids I don’t wear heels a lot.”

He shakes his head at you pulling the kid card on him and bends down for you to climb on his back, but as you do your dress rides up even higher.

“Never mind I’m fine" you pull the fabric down and take a couple wobbly steps. The alcohol and heels not mixing well with your balance.

“Babe…what?” he stammers out unsure of what happened.

You walk over to him “my dress is too short and was beginning to ride up. People will see my ass” you whisper as he throws his head back laughing.

“Baggy jeans probably sounds pretty good right now" he begins to unbutton his shirt pulling it off his shoulders leaving him in a white t-shirt.

“Oh my god you actually wore it" you laugh seeing your face on his chest.

“One of us didn’t lie about what we’d wear out tonight" he pulls the shirt over your shoulders. It hangs from your frame, one of the few times being so much shorter is nice. The shirt ends a couple inches below your dress and when you climb onto his back it hangs low enough to keep you covered.

Wrapping your arms around his chest, your chin lands on his shoulder. “You smell good" you say lightly taking in his cologne that is masking the faint smell of sweat.

Your head turns towards his neck and he must feel your warm breath on it. He gives your thighs a tight squeeze mumbling a warning under his breath but you still place a few soft kisses on him.

“(Y/N)” he warns digging his fingers into the bottom of your thighs. “One more minute” but you suck even harder than before.

You notice the bright lights surround you, and realize you are in the hotel lobby but you continue to pepper kisses along his pulse point. The elevator dings open and once inside he almost drops you on the floor.

He quickly has you pinned against the wall, bringing a hand to the inside of your thigh, his thumb grazing over your underwear soaked with his cum. He reaches beside you to hit the button, his body still pressed firmly against yours.

“Fred" you groan. The elevator doors still wide open, anyone can step in and anyone walking by can see. And you are leaving very little to the imagination in your current position.

“I thought you wanted this" he bites your neck as the door begins to close. “Outside you didn’t care if people saw.”

The door finally closes and you feel it shift as you go up. You grip the railing behind you with 2 hands as he begins his assault on your neck. His thumb pushes the strap of your dress off your shoulder, your breast popping out.

“You really do look phenomenal in this” he brings his knee between your legs, pressing his thigh into your folds. You instinctively roll your hips against his denim clad thighs, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches you with a hardened jaw, eyes dark with lust as you grind down on him, leaving a wet trail over his jeans.

His mouth finds your breast as his hands grip your hips, helping to rock you on him. Your moans get louder, drowning out the music playing in the elevator. Before anything else the doors ding and open to the floor with his room.

He firmly grips your hand pulling you out and down the hall as you stumble and try to adjust yourself to cover up. Once in the door you kick your shoes aside dropping his shirt on the ground.

“Babe" you call turning to show him the zipper. He walks over and puts his mouth on your neck sucking gently while he fumbles with the zipper. Slowly he drags it down your body as his mustache tickles against your skin. Once the zipper is down you feel him grab either side of the dress and pull. The sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he his lips curl upwards against your skin.

“Frederik" you huff

“Elskede you know you can’t call me that” he reaches for your underwear tearing it off next, leaving you completely naked.

“Besides this way I don’t have to worry about you wearing that dress out in public again" your shredded underwear lands in the pile on the floor.

“I want to press you against that window and fuck you so bad” he growls as you look out at the Las Vegas sky line. “That way everybody who happens to see in will know your mine.”

You roll your hips backward pressing your ass into his denim. You groan slightly at his words secretly wishing he would. You want to feel the cool glass on your back as sweat drips down your front, his cock deep inside you.

“On the bed" he orders pulling his mouth away and stripping his t-shirt off. You turn around to face him, watching as he reaches for his belt. He begins to remove it before bringing his attention back to you “(Y/N)” he warns.

“Frederik” you tease grinning at him knowing exactly what you’re doing. Anytime you say those three syllables he immediately is in your ear muttering what he is going to do to you.

There is something about the way his full name falls from your lips that unleashes the monster deep inside him, making it a move you often reserve for special occasions.

He takes a step forward and brings a hand to your ass, giving it a hard smack. You grunt as the air leaves your lungs your skin stinging at the contact.

“On the bed, legs spread" he pinches your nipple. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

“Yes sir" you yelp and walk away not wanting to test your luck.

You hear him chuckle and fabric landing on the floor. His footsteps echo through the room, sending chills coursing down your spine. You look up and are met with his naked body towering over you. With a dry swallow you take in his chiseled torso following his muscles down to his throbbing tip; your pussy clenching at the sight.

His body is sweaty from carrying you home, shimmering in the lights coming through the windows. You sigh when you see his hard cock, mouth-watering wanting to wrap your lips around his swollen tip. Your legs squirm rubbing together, searching for friction while his cum has hardened on your inner thigh.

He drinks you in with a predatory look in his eyes. He brings his bottom lip between his teeth with a wicked grin enjoying the sight of you splayed on the bed waiting for him. He bends down and pulls you by the ankles causing you to squeal bringing you to the edge of the bed, your ass hanging off it.

“You never did listen well" he mumbles falling to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Before you can respond he bites the inside of your thigh, his hands cupping your ass pulling it closer to him.

He continues to nip your thighs while squeezing your ass to roll your hips higher to his mouth. He slowly trails closer to your heated core while your moans get louder.

“Fred" you groan feeling his beard rub against your thigh, his nose pressing into your clit. His warm breath is on our folds sends a chorus of shivers down your spine.

“Please" you whine as he pulls your hips closer.

“So impatient” he mumbles flattening his tongue he licks a stripe up your entrance.

Your hips buck up and he pulls away. He brings his hands to your hips holding you in place. Your head falls back into the pillow while he brings his mouth to your entrance.

His mouth wraps around your pussy and his nose presses into your clit. He sucks hard, nails digging your hips pulling a loud distressed whimper from you. He flicks his tongue in and out a few times before pulling away and climbing over you.

His thumb grabs your jaw pulling your mouth open. Hovering over you he spits into your mouth a mixture of saliva along with both of your cum.

“We taste good eh baby?” he releases your jaw and you swallow staring up at him.

“So good” you groan as one of his long fingers trails over your body and approaches your core. His eyes are dark as he climbs back off the bed throwing your legs back over his shoulders. His fingers dance around your entrance drawing figure eight’s as your back arches in response. Finally he slips two thick fingers in your walls and begins to pump them in and out of you.

“Hear how wet you are” he groans at the sound of his cum acting as a lubricant for his work. Easily he sets a fast pace before his lips return to sucking on your clit. Your hands find his hair and tangle in to the roots. He continues to suck on your clit as he twists his fingers inside you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he continues working on you, drawing your high closer with each thrust of his fingers. You belly tightens as his fingers massage your walls, curling them upward in search of your g-spot.

Your breathing is erratic and your hips lift off the bed, heels digging into his back as he brings your high closer with every thrust.

“You close skat?” he hums against you.

“Ye….yes" you breathe out. “So close” when he instantly stops. His fingers pull out and his mouth is gone, you were on the edge of the cliff and instead of falling over everything disappeared. You lift up on your elbows to look at him “Fred" you groan.

A large smirk crosses his face before he drops your legs wrapping one around his waist. Without warning he slams his hard cock into your folds. Some of his cum from before spills out around his cock.

“Fuck" you groan as he doesn’t give you time to adjust before pulling back and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you. He sets a past pace and your eyes close as your second orgasm quickly approaches. His thumb presses into your clit as he pounds into you. Each frantic pound of his cock bringing you closer to your release.

“You look so good with my hard cock fucking in and out of you” he hisses pulling your other leg over his shoulder. You grip the sheet below you for stability with the change in angle.

“Just like that, take me deep" each word is accompanied by an intentionally harsh thrust as he pulls on your hips drawing you closer to him.

“Freddie. I’m gonna cum" you pant.

“Cum on my cock" he orders. “Come on (Y/N). Cum for me.”

You grip the bedsheets, knuckle going white and you feel your walls flutter drawing him in. He groans feeling you clench around him but doesn’t stop his pace. He is relentless in his movements, searching for your high. He leans closer, pressing your leg down as he slams into you at a feverish pace.

Your juices spill around his cock and he keeps going fucking you through your high. His name rolls of your tongue along with scattered curse words before you finally fall silent, eyes opening to see his dark with fire.

Quickly he pulls out flipping you over with ease. You land on your stomach and he manipulates you to your hands and knees. You stick your ass out for him barely able to support yourself. His hand quickly connects to your bare skin causing you to yell while your skin reddens.

“What were you thinking wearing that out?” his hand connects back to the same spot as before. A tear pricks your eye as you grunt knowing bruises will remain tomorrow.

His hand runs over your skin softly while he waits for a response. “I was going to sneak into your hotel room after my party. Let you see me in it" you explain. “I knew you’d love it…But instead I ran into you at the club.”

“Good thing too, about 6 different men were eye fucking you” he seethes from behind you. His hand connects one more time, this one much firmer than the others. It pulls your breath from you as wetness drips down your thighs. You fall forward onto the duvet and before you can pull yourself up his hard member is spreading your folds once again.

One hand finds your hip, another on your back holding you down to the bed as he begins to thrust in to you.

“You feel so fucking good" Fred groans from behind you.

“I was made for you” you reply as your face rubs against the bed. Sweat is in your hair and dripping down your face, your makeup likely falling victim to it.

“Yes you were" he grunts pulling you back so your ass hits his pelvis. “Fucking perfect.”

His hand leaves the small of your back and trails down to your ass. He slowly draws his index finger over the skin sending shivers through you.

His hand stops at your hole and begins to dance around the entrance as he pounds relentlessly in your cunt. You are an absolute mess under him, unable to stop the loud moans and curse words that are falling from your lips.

His finger continues to play with the skin around your hole.

“Daddy" you whine turning your head over your shoulder to look at him.

His eyes immediately snap up to yours with the unexpected name, his pupils are dark and a wide smirk spreads on his face. You call him daddy all the time with the kids, but this is different.

His pace slows slightly “yes” he replies with an eyebrow raised. “What would you like?”

“My…" he slams into you hard causing your breath to catch in your throat and you trail off. “Your fingers.”

He smiles at you bringing them off your skin and into your line of sight. You nod quickly and he pulls out replacing his cock with his two fingers, pumping them in and out of your throbbing cunt.

“This what you wanted?” he asks but you know he is playing dumb.

“No daddy" you choke out though it does feel good. “I want your cock back there.”

“What about these" he thrusts them quickly in and out of you. You pull your bottom lip through your teeth trying to keep your eye contact. “Where do you want these?”

“My ass" you finally manage to choke out.

He gives you a few more pumps before pulling them out and replacing them with his hard cock. Groaning loudly as he fills you to the brim. He doesn’t move instead his fingers returning to your hole to tease the entrance.

“Daddy please" you whine.

“Because you asked so nicely" his hips resume their pace and your head falls back onto the bed. You feel warm spit land near your hole and he spreads it around before slowly sliding his two thick fingers in.

“Oh my god" you groan feeling them start to slowly move inside you.

You hear Danish begin to spill from his lips but you can’t focus on the words. From what you manage it’s mostly praises and he brings both of you towards your orgasms.

The feeling of being stretched in two places by him isn’t new to you, but it’s definitely not common. The two of you definitely dabbled in some stuff before, but it’s been a couple years since you’ve felt this way.

Every stroke if his cock nudges your cervix with alarming accuracy and his fingers increase their speed as well. You have never felt so full by him before as you cry out under him.

“Cum for daddy" he groans becoming erratic behind you.

“Daddy wants to feel you cum on his cock again" he adds. Unable to hold on you disintegrate underneath him. Your vision goes white as you feel warm liquid spill out round him.

A deep loud guttural moan leaves your lips as he works you through your high. Euphoria floods your veins as you clench on the sheets damp with sweat below you. When your orgasm stops you feel him pull out of both spots and with a few pumps of his hand he spills all over your ass and hole.

He falls onto the bed beside you and you carefully land on your stomach trying to not let any spill onto the duvet.

“Why did you" you start to say between your breaths. The feeling of his warmth inside you is one you’ve grown to love, yearn for over the past few years. Without it you almost feel empty.

“I need it for what I’m going to do next” he sends you a dark smile and kisses your sweaty forehead. Chills course through you as he grabs your hand and pushes it down his sweaty chest to his member.

Rolling onto his side he brings his fingers to your spine and begins slowly drawing circles on your sticky skin. Leaning in he brings his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue.

It starts soft almost hesitant until your hand begins to stroke up and down him. He applies more force his tongue sliding into your mouth. He still tastes of alcohol and a faint hint of you; your hand picking up its pace.

His fingers find your hole and begin to play with the cum he left behind. You gasp into the kiss as his fingers slide back inside and begin to pump inside your hole again.

You feel him growing hard under your grip and increase your pace. Mumbling a fuck against your lips his member is fully erect and he pulls away smirking at you.

He crawls out of bed, standing at the edge and pulls your hips closer to him. You rise onto your wobbly elbows and feel him poke at your entrance, though you doubt that’s where he is going.

Once you are situated, grinding back against him, his cock slides up from your folds towards your ass, coating it in a mixture of juices along the way. Finally he reaches your ass and his fingers leave you, his thick tip is pressing against it.

He collects some more cum from your ass, some has since fallen off your curved skin. He pushes it towards your hole and slowly presses in.

“Holy fuck" you groan as his thick head slides inside.

“You okay babe" he asks pushing in inch by inch.

“Perfect daddy" you groan as he continues to press in. Tears stain your cheeks as you grasp the duvet.

“Ugh" you grunt when his pelvis presses firmly against you, finally fully seated in you.

“That’s it, let me in princesse” he hums as you relax around him.

His thrusts are long and deep but also slow, not wanting to hurt you; giving you a chance to familiarize yourself to him there. After a few minutes you pull forward and press back on him. He grunts in response and snaps his hips to increase his pace.

“God I forgot how good this feels" his hands on your hips guiding you back onto him. His balls slap against you “you’re so fucking tight babe.”

Your breathing while it never fully recovered is erratic again. Your moans are whimpers, your body weak barely able to support itself. Every thrust hits you harder and deeper, driving you further into the bed. As he drives into your ass you feel each thrust deep in your overly sensitive core.

“Touch yourself” he orders.

“I can’t” you whine legs trembling under you. He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your body up, your back pressed against his sweaty chest. One hand curls around your throat, gripping it tightly. His other finds your nipple pinching it hard.

“Daddy said to touch yourself” he growls in your ear slamming his hard member into your ass.” So touch yourself.”

His hand on your throat tightens, leaving you with just enough air as you manage a slight nod. Slowly your hand slides down your body and connects to your overly sensitive bud.

As you begin to rub circles his hand on your throat loosens its grip. You feel some of his cum and begin to spread it around your entrance as you work on your clit.

“Good girl" he praises sinking his teeth into your neck.

You gasp loudly and continue pressing into your clit; drawing soft circles. His hand on your throat has returned to your hip but his other is still pinching and playing with your nipple.

“Slide your fingers in" his breath is hot on your neck. His mustache tickles you but you don’t dare laugh or disobey as two fingers slide inside leaving you whimpering loudly from the back of your throat.

“Such a good girl for daddy” he kisses your sweaty collarbone and releases your nipple pushing you forward.

Your face lands on the duvet and you continue to thrust your fingers in and out at a slow pace, unsure if you can handle anymore.

His hands grip your hips, digging in to your skin likely leaving bruises. He begins to almost completely pull out and slam into you causing you to whimper each time.

“Feels good" he groans as you feel him stutter behind you.

“So good" you pant breathlessly.

“You need to cum" he grunts your breath catching in your throat as you briefly look back at him. His red curls drenched in sweat framing his face.

“I’m not cumming until you do" he growls. He is fast and hard with every thrust, you don’t actually know if he can wait for you.

“Please daddy I can’t" you whine each thrust of your fingers has your walls twitching from the contact.

“You can or I will do it for you" he spits out slapping your ass once again. You know that the second option will come with a series of punishments.

He will likely end up with his head between your legs bringing you orgasm after orgasm from you. Your legs will be trembling and you won’t be able to take anymore but he won’t stop. It’s been a while but he has spent hours between your legs relishing in your whimpers. You almost couldn’t handle it then and you don’t know if you can tonight.

Your fingers press in harder scissoring you open as your thumb finds your swollen clit. Your fingers work inside your warm walls and he rails in you from behind you.

Your back arches further for him “I can’t daddy" you cry considering pulling your fingers out.

“You can and you will" he forcefully thrusts into your ass but you feel it in your slick heat that is ready to snap in two.

You know he won’t last much longer, and you begin to feel your orgasm sliding in a third finger. Your mouth opens in the shape of an O while a silent scream falls from your lips from being filled in every direction.

Finally your orgasm hits you, snapping like a bed spring. Your walls flutter around your fingers, warmth spilling down your wrist onto the bed. Your body tenses at the feeling of him hitting every nerve deep inside you.

As euphoria fills your veins Fred fills your ass. Your entire body seizes and your vision goes black. You feel warmth spill onto your ass as he pulls out. Your entire body falls onto the mattress your fingers still buried deep inside.

Your eyes flutter closed and the bed shifts as he falls beside you. Your body is limp as he pulls you onto his bicep brushing some hair from your sweaty face.

“Hey” he smiles. Your eyes slowly open and are met with his golden brown ones inches away “wondering when you’d come back.”

You groan slightly noticing your fingers are still inside your walls. You shift your weight and slowly pull them out, involuntarily whimpering your pussy still hot to the touch. He presses his lips to your forehead and you drift off.

You don’t know how long it’s been but you can hear Fred whispering as his finger ghosts over your skin, mouth pressed against your sweaty forehead.

“How long was I–“ you trail off unable to muster the strength to open your eyes.

“A half hour or so.”

“I love you baby" you mumble your eyes still closed.

“Love you too" he runs his finger up and down your spine. “Let’s go shower.”

You groan not moving. Your body is covered in sweat, cum dripping out of your ass and down to the bed. You want to shower, need to but your body won’t cooperate.

“I got you" he hums in your ear carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the cool tile bench in the stand-up shower. He turns the water on stepping under the stream while your head leans against the marble wall catching your breath.

“You okay pretty girl?” Fred bends down in front of you having completed his shower while you watched frozen to the bench. Beads of water drip down his chest as he lightly grips your thighs.

“Mhm just enjoying the view" you sigh as he grins at you. “But I’m not sure if my legs work, still a little sore.”

“That’s a shame babe" his large hands firmly squeeze your thigh and he spreads them open slightly. His thumb grazes against your clit causing you to whine.

“You told Mitch we have a large shower" his index finger strokes over your swollen heat. “I was really hoping to use it" you winks at you.

“Tomorrow” you whimper while his nails dig into your flesh.

“I have other plans for tomorrow” he kisses the underside of your jaw lightly.

“I can’t stand" you groan as he plays with your folds.

“S’okay" he smiles “I can.”

He wraps your legs around his back and throws your arms around his neck.

“How are you still going?” you almost laugh.

“One your super-hot” he winks standing up. “Two there is many times I just want to bend you over the kitchen counter or tie you to the bed pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.”

You feel yourself dampen at his words causing you to shudder at the feeling. “But we have four kids so I’m lucky to get a quickey in because we don’t have time and are too tired. Guess you can say I have some built up sexual energy” he chuckles amusement thick in his tone.

“And three" he grips the back of your thighs “you know when I have the perfect amount of drinks I can just keep going.”

Your hands tangle into his hair while he presses you against the cold and wet tile “so I would say tonight I can take advantage of all three.”

“I don’t” you mumble out feeling him poke at your entrance. “I don’t think I can” you whine helplessly.

His mouth finds your neck sucking into your skin while he slowly pulls you down onto him “I know you got a little left baby.” One second you are empty the next you are completely full of his cock.

“Umph" is about all you manage through the familiar stretch.

“You’re okay baby" he smiles “I got you.”

Once he is fully settled inside you he stills and you whimper. You pull your lower lip through your teeth and he watches your face.

“I’m okay” you say after a few minutes bringing a large grin to his face.

“You sure baby?” he asks softly. You can tell this will be different than the others, softer and slower.

“Yeah” you whisper.

Fred immediately thrusts up pulling some curse words from you. Your nails dog into the back of his neck while his dig into your hips. 

He begins pulling back and slowly pressing back is as his lips connect to yours. He swallows your moans in a passionate kiss.

It takes just a few thrusts before your over stimulated cunt begins to tremble again, you know it won’t take much more for what you know will be an earth shattering orgasm washes over you.

“Still good" he asks pulling away to capture his breath. 

You open your mouth but no sound comes out, just nodding instead but he wasn’t waiting for a response. His eyes no longer full of fire instead passion and adornment. 

Fred uses his strength to pin you to the wall. His head lands on your shoulder and he firmly grips the back of your thighs, you know he isn’t going to stop until he fills your sopping pussy with his sticky seed. Your vision goes black and your nails dig into his shoulder and he curses in response.

“I love you baby” he mumbles to the crook of your neck and you can only whimper in response.

Next Chapter

[livinghostly]

insomnia

isaac lahey x reader

not my gif!

words: 1820

request: "can you write some isaac lahey fluff where he helps the reader sleep 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if this is weird! i've been having a lot of trouble sleeping recently and imagining isaac is the only thing that helps :("

a/n: i described my personal experiences with being unable to sleep, it might not be the same for everyone but i hope it helps/you enjoy it regardless🥺

[...]

you weren't sure how long it'd been since the lights were turned off– two hours, maybe three. in all that time you'd been laying in your bed motionless, staring down the dresser a few feet away from you. there wasn't much to see, it was so dark, but you knew what was there. the outlines of picture frames of you and the members of your pack.

one of them was with isaac, taken by lydia, on a day you'd all gone to the pool. well, a kiddy pool stiles had set up in his backyard since lydia wasn't too comfortable with the public one anymore. you and isaac were sitting on two scrappy lawn chairs pulled from the garage, and he'd mumbled something mean about stiles. you failed to hold back a laugh while insisting it wasn't funny, and he watched you with a smile.

it was one of the very few pictures you had together. in most of them his eyes were glowing, casting a glare over the picture making it near impossible to see. but when he closed his eyes or wasn't looking at the camera, it was almost as if he wasn't a werewolf.

your eyes fluttered around the room, getting glimpses of color when the occasional car would pass by and it's lights would shine through your window. there was an arm wrapped around your torso that prevented you from moving too much, and you didn't want to wake him up.

isaac didn't snore, but he did talk. mumbled sentences under his breath– and when they were said loud enough for you to hear, they didn't make any sense. but his ramblings weren't what was keeping you awake.

when you had crawled into bed you thought you were tired, and you still were. the day had exhausted you, stretching you to your limits mentally and physically. you closed your eyes and tried to settle, but you would open them again every few minutes and be left looking at the same wall.

it got hot. you shuffled your feet, kicking around at the bottom of the blanket until you could let your foot breathe off of the side of the bed. as you cooled off, the shadows in the corners of your room began to grow, you pulled your foot back under the blanket in fear and scooted yourself farther into isaac's chest.

you thought about tomorrow. if you didn't fall asleep now, would you have enough energy to make it through the day? what were you going to face tomorrow? it seemed as if every day, the supernatural conflict in beacon hills was getting worse. you wondered what it would be like three months from now, or even farther down the road.

as your contemplation began to escalate, you became uncomfortable in the position you were in. hyper aware of the blanket against your skin and your hair bunched up against you, you felt an itch crawl over your body. isaac's grasp, although soft, felt constricting.

gently, you plucked his hand off of your waist and laid it between your back and his chest. he stirred, shoving his head deeper into his pillow, muffling his sleep mumbles, and he shifted himself on the mattress. you tossed your side of the blanket over him and sat up on the bed, letting your bare feet hit the floor.

glancing over your shoulder, you read the alarm clock. 2:03 a.m.

the door creaked open, leading you to the hall. there was a single light at the end, the sudden adjustment to the brightness made you squint your eyes. your steps were light as you nearly tiptoed through your house.

you slipped into the kitchen, the tile was cold against the pads of your feet. flicking the the light switch you turned on an overhanging light on the kitchen table, dull enough to keep your eyes from straining but illuminating enough to help you watch your step.

you opened the fridge and dragged out a jug of milk, the sudden weight tugging your arm down before you pulled it up on the counter. you poured yourself a cup before putting it in the microwave and setting the time for thirty seconds.

as the machine hummed, your gaze flickered to the window above the sink. you reached over and opened the blinds, pulling them up to see outside. the outside lights from your neighbor's house shined brightly and you could see the trees shaking with harsh wind against them.

before the microwave could go off you opened the door, preventing any loud beeps from alerting anybody to wake up. the cup was warm in your hands and steam rose from the milk, you took a small sip and let it run down your throat with a grimace. it wasn't calming or immediately effective as you had hoped, it just smelled bad.

you leaned over the sink again to peer out the window, looking up at the sky. it was gloomy, with storms clouds rolling in and covering the view of the moon. it was eerily quiet, standing there as you sipped on warm milk.

isaac didn't know how to be inconspicuous. from the other side of the house, you could hear his feet shuffling against a rug. his shoulder hit the wall and you raised your eyebrows in amusement, imagining the string of curses he let out as he recollected himself and dragged his feet into the kitchen. you smiled to yourself, pulling the cup to your lips.

as he approached, his eyes narrowed towards the microwave with one second left on the clock, and the jug of milk still on the counter. he dragged it off the counter and put it back in the fridge.

"i thought that was just a myth," he said, taking a few steps closer to you. "like, a placebo. parents telling their kids it'll work so they'll believe it and fall asleep."

"if it was a placebo, it won't work now that i know. so, thanks for that," you deadpanned. he mumbled an apology and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing himself closer to your. you tilted your head and poured the rest of the milk in the sink, before setting the cup down. "s'fine. tasted like shit, anyway."

he started to smile, you could feel it against your shoulder blade. but he didn't say anything else.

"you shouldn't be up," you said, turning around to face him.

he lifted his head up, and you could finally see the lazy grin he kept on his face. his eyes were heavy with sleep, not fully awake, you knew he wanted to crawl back into your bedroom.

"i can't sleep without you."

a moment of silence passed between you, you looked to the floor and shrugged without saying anything. he knew the trouble you had with sleeping, it's why he started staying over more. it helped sometimes.

the pattern of rain hitting the window caught his attention, he glanced behind you. one of his hands fell from your waist, and he played with your fingers delicately. "what were you thinking about? i can still smell the anxiety."

"i don't know. tomorrow. the day after. the month after. all this... supernatural bullshit and how it's never going to end," you sighed dramatically, meeting his eyes again. "it feels like a lot sometimes."

"you're starting to sound like stiles, you know."

"is that bad?" you hummed, a playful smirk dawning your lips.

"i don't want to date stiles. i want to date y/n..." he tilted his head, and his tone changed. "derek told me a while ago, that in pack, burdens are shared, you know? all of us are in this together, and these aren't things that only you are responsible for or are even in control of... things are going to get messy, but you have me. you have the pack."

you weren't alone. the thought made you feel better, and a lazy smile ghosted your lips. "when did you become so wise, lahey?"

"i'm not, really. just regurgitating everything derek told me."

"it was a compliment, isaac. take it."

he chuckled, and took a step backwards. he still held your hand and tugged it along with him. "come back to bed."

a bolt of lightning from outside cast a flicker throughout the downstairs, followed by the roar of thunder as the storm became overhead. against all windows, the rain began to beat against it harder than before.

you nodded and pushed yourself away from the counter, following his footsteps as he head you up the stairs. as you passed the light switches you turned them off, casting a glance behind you like second nature to watch for any sudden movement in the dark.

once in your room he let go of your hand and shut the door behind you, before turning and crawling over your bed. you watched with a content smile as he childishly adjusted himself under the covers, before he gestured with open arms to join him.

his chest was warm and inviting, even through the material of his shirt. you laid against his side, his arm wrapping around you and resting on your back while his other hand was occupied with you interlocking your fingers.

isaac's heartbeat was slow and steady, while the rain quickly slapped against the windows. the rhythm began to slowly lull you into tiredness again. he gently rubbed up and down your back, breaking through your stiffness and relaxing you. every blink was longer than the last and you could feel yourself sink into his hold.

"things are going to get better, you know," he suddenly said, his voice was lower as he got more sleepy. he was fighting to stay awake. "and whatever we face next, we'll get through it."

"i hope so," you mumbled, and looked up at him.

you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on you. you couldn't help but become lost in your thoughts as you admired him. you couldn't be in a better place at that moment, everything was incredibly peaceful amidst the raging storm and the overwhelming supernatural presence. he kept you together.

gently, you separated your hands and pulled down his head to kiss him. it last a few seconds until you pulled away with a smile, seeing the lazy smirk on his face.

"i love you."

"i love you, too," isaac kissed your forehead, and you deflated against his chest again. "goodnight, y/n."

[nejiraez]

checking in | bakugou katsuki

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIMMM / more to come on this blessed day

genre: fluff/comfort

summary: bakugou goes visits your house to check up on you, as a good boyfriend would. you’ re doing anything but fine, but that’s alright. that’s why bakugou’s there//inspired by ‘🥺anon’ and an ask in my inbox!

word count: 2,008 (luv that year~)

"I don't think Aizawa-sensei is telling us the whole story."

Bakugou doesn't look up from his notebook, still jotting down notes onto his page for his class in world history. "You think?"

Despite his friend's guarded demeanour, Kirishima still pushes on with the subject. Your absence in school was a little odd, but Aizawa reassured the class that you were staying home due to "quirk complications". "Yeah, I mean, three days straight is a long time for someone to be gone," he says, "especially for (Y/N)."

There's an unexplainable expression on Bakugou's face that Kirishima couldn't quite read. Worry lines formed near his brows due to how tightly they were scrunched. And his eyes, his eyes were vacant. Almost as if he were lost in thought. "I know."

"You've recently spoken to (Y/N), right?"

"Yes," Bakugou hisses. His writing comes to a complete halt and instead, he opts to play with the lead in his pencil absentmindedly. Your curt responses to his text messages and slight avoidance of the topic him bringing up your well-being threw him off. It wasn't like you.

"And you know what's happening?"

"I have an idea of it, yes."

Kirishima leans against his chair and rests his elbow on the backing of it. Bakugou doesn't like that look on his face. The way the corner of his lips curl into a small smile as if Kirishima knows something about him that he doesn't.

"You know," Kirishima says, "it's okay for you to say that you're worried." He knows that pride was an issue for Bakugou. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he did care. "I think it'll do both of you some good if you just went to their house and—"

Bakugou's expression immediately sours, "Don't tell me what to do." He packs up his belongings and shoves his work into his bag. Disregarding the fact that his papers may be crumpled due to his negligence. "I was gonna do that anyway."

Ah, there he was.

'It'll do both of you some good if you went to their house.'

And that's just what he did.

The minute the bells rang at the end of the day, indicating that students could go home. Bakugou made no waste of time by elbowing his way past his four idiot friends and went straight on the path to your house.

'Just be patient. You can't expect (Y/N) to be in the best of moods when you arrive.' Kirishima's words echoed against the walls of his head. Another piece of advice he shoved into Bakugou's head before he left school.

Pressing the doorbell to your house, Bakugou waited for a solid three minutes before you answered the door. And when you did, he was taken back a bit. He hasn't seen you for the majority of this week and you just look... different.

"Bakugou?" Your hair was dripping wet and, the water droplets soaked the hem of your white tee-shirt. You looked a bit disoriented at the fact that your boyfriend has shown up at your house. "What are you doing here?"

Biting the inside of his cheek, Bakugou adjusts his grip on the bag of food he was holding. He replies, "Checking in on you."

"Oh?" You exclaim, a bit confused at his comment. You weren't expecting this at all. "Then that's alright."

There's an uncomfortable pause of silence that hangs thick in the air. You still stood at the door, unmoving, almost as if you didn't want Bakugou inside. For whatever reason.

Bakugou frowns at how you were still standing at the doorway, unmoving. "You gonna let me in or what?"

"You... want to come inside?"

At this point, your unusual behaviour was wigging him the fuck out.  "Isn't that the whole point of what 'I'm coming over' means?" He questions. "Didn't you read my text?"

You open the door and give Bakugou entry, "I was showering." His scarlet eyes flit over to your hair again, now it made sense why your hair was soaked.

The house was empty, save for the furniture and all. However, there were no signs of your parents being home, to which Bakugou assumes that they were at work.

Before he forgets, Bakugou grabs your arm and plunks the bento box he's made for you into your hands. "I brought you something..." he mumbles, fighting back the urge to acknowledge his pride. It was a real habit of his.

You take a quick peak inside to examine the contents, and realize that he brought your favourite meal. Stir fry. "Thank you!" You say, smiling for the first time since he's arrived. "Here, come with me. I'll take you upstairs." 

He kicks off his shoes and follows you up the steps towards your room.

Once the two of you step inside, you feel Bakugou’s hand catch your wrist.

In an abrupt fit of sudden affection, he smooths down the stray strands of hair away from your face. "You shouldn't be answering the door for people with your hair wet," he catches a droplet of water that was trickling its way down your neck with his thumb, "or you'll get sick."

You nod your head and ignore the pressing feeling of Bakugou's eyes on you. You knew that he came here for the sole reason to check up on you. And it made sense, especially your absence at school lack of response to your friends and him. "I know, I was getting to that."

"When'd you shower?"

Bakugou watches as you pat your head dry with the towel that was on your desk. You shrug, "About an hour before you came."

Well, that was fucking odd.

Another question bubbles in his throat, but he decides to let it slide and doesn't press any further. 

Why did it take you so long to dry your hair? He doesn't know, but Bakugou wasn't a complete fucking idiot to continue pressing on the matter since you were giving off clear social cues that you didn't want to be bothered on it any longer.

Ever since that dreaded Kamino incident, the annoying task of listening to people's concerns hasn't gone away. God does he knows what it's like to have people on his back. Constantly questioning on his wellbeing and current state. Almost as if they were pitying him. Something that he fucking hated.

There was only so much Bakugou could do, but he understands where you're coming from. Which is why he dropped it.

"Are you doing okay?" He asks, watching as you pace around your room, tidying up the clothes on your floor and throwing them into your hamper. 

Bakugou is aware that you're able to fend for yourself. That you weren't helpless brat who needed to have their hand held through every tough decision. He knows what you're capable of and has seen you at your best.

However, the condition that you were in now was anything but that, and he was troubled by it. 

Your once tender and vivid (e/c) eyes, were now deprived of any emotion. Bakugou focuses his eyes on your damp hair and the drained expression on your face. All things he found to be chilling because it wasn't like you at all. 

"Could be better, but it's alright. I'm fine." You mutter, dropping yourself onto your bed once the floor was clean. You scootch over and make room for Bakugou so that he could sit beside you rather than stand at your doorway.

When he does finally join you on the edge of your mattress, the extensive number of wrappers on your comforter take him by surprise.

"Are you eating?"

"Yes, this - " You're about to lift one of the granola bars as proof that you did eat, but Bakugou was having none of it. He pushes down your hand and fixes you with a piercing stare.

"Real. Food."

An exasperated sigh escapes you once you notice the unimpressed look on Katsuki's face. "You brought me rice and stir fry, so I'll eat that, won't I?" 

That didn't answer his question though, which made it clear to him that you haven't been eating. Casting your stubborn nature aside Bakugou decides that he wouldn't beat around the bush anymore.

Saying that you weren't hungry is one thing, but blatantly putting your health aside and disregarding your needs was something Bakugou refused to swallow.

"Look at me (Y/N)," he says, his hand presses against the outline of your jaw and cradles it. The scent of caramel fills your nose while the pads of his fingertips glide across your skin.

"I know it's hard. Trust me, I fucking know baby." Bakugou was nervous and on edge. He's never done this before and has always been on the receiving end of comfort. But now's a better time than ever to try. 

"But you're not gonna get yourself anywhere if you continue like this."

You cast a watery glance away from him and offer a slight nod. "I know..." His hand slips from your cheek towards the back of your head so that he could card his fingers through your hair as a means to placate you. 

"I know." You reiterate for a second time with much more force, trying to convince yourself once that stinging pressure in your chest throbs against your ribcage like a war drum.

Bakugou pushes your face into his shoulder, sparing you the distress of him seeing you cry and your situation as a whole. "I'm not good at this, but just know that I've got you." He ignores how the collar of his uniform absorbs your tears and the lasting effects of your shower. "So quit thinking you're bearing this alone because you won't, as long as I'm here."

And that's more than enough. 

Maybe it was the overwhelming wave of emotions being released all at once which made you cry. But it was strange. To be crying yet feeling so relieved at the same time. To know that Bakugou would be there to support you if needed. 

Through your sobs and tears, Bakugou doesn't make any comment on it. Rather, he sits there unnaturally quiet, taking into consideration how you must have felt the past few days.

There's a moment of unspoken words shared between you both before you pipe up. "I'm going back tomorrow," you say, wiping away any trace of tears on your face before you face Bakugou. "It's what I originally had planned."

"You are?" He holds his eyes with your own, looking for any hesitation but backs off once he sees there wasn't any. The last thing he wanted happening was for you to push yourself when you didn't need to.

"Then your ass is gonna need this," Bakugou says, shoving a notebook into your hands. "So you don't fall behind and join those idiots." You could pick up on how he was trying to lighten the mood by referring to his friends and their poor grades.

Glancing down at the notes that Bakugou had written for you, you notice that there are a few scribbles and poorly drawn diagrams on the page as if he were rushing to get it done. 

Bakugou half-heartedly scowls at the sly smile creeping its way onto your face and reminds himself to stay composed, to not lose himself altogether from your shift of mood and the effects it has over him.

A warm and unwinding feeling resides within his chest while he watches you flip through the pages. 

"Your writing's a little messy, you know?"

"Well— fuck me for trying to help, right?" He says, snatching the notebook away from your grasp. He tucks it under your pillow and out of view, hoping that you'd drop the subject of his messy handwriting.

"I will," you reply, squeezing his knee. You don't miss the quiet sputter of his words and how he fumbled over them at your sudden brazenness. "Thank you, Bakugou. Really."

You could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. But as long as you were feeling better...

"...Whatever."

That's all that mattered to him.

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[jawritter]

Little Details...

Request: Could I maybe request a Chubby!Reader x Dean story? She's super sweet and kind of laid back, just going along with the boys as a research partner, but she's also super artsy and loves to draw Dean while she researches. Maybe some sweet and soft smut, oh! And maybe he plays with her hair? :) Thanks, dear!! 🌻💛

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: a hint of insecure reader, a hint of self-loathing Dean, Smut, unprotected sex, light language, Angst, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 2836

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one! Also, the sketch featured in this pic does not belong to me and the complete credit goes to the actual owner! Whoever you are! You did amazing!

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***MASTERLIST***

The bunker was dark and cold as you sat alone in the library, only the light from the kitchen that you'd left on and the lamp that was sitting on the desk shining as you sat in your usual seat behind a pile of books. A sketch pad stretched out in front of you, and the books have long since been forgotten. Your attention waivered to the drawing you had started yesterday while Dean was sitting across from you in the library, a glass of whiskey in his hand, and his feet kicked up on the table. 

Drawing Dean has become one of your favorite past times. It was some sort of an obsession, you realized that, but it helped you cope with the fact that drawing the detail of his face would be the closest you ever get to actually touching him.

You'd been living with the Winchesters as a researcher for over a year, and from the moment Dean pulled up in Baby to pick you up from your brother Garth's house you'd been in love with him. Garth said the boys needed help researching, and suggested you as the best he'd ever known, so Dean came all the way there to pick you up himself. 

It wasn't something you could control, it just was, you just were. There was nothing that could change it, no matter how much you wanted to.

Dean didn't like girls like you. Dean liked girls that were platinum blondes, with a huge chest and perfectly flat stomach. Those kinds of girls that look like they walked right off the pages of his favorite porn magazine. 

You were none of those things.

Your stomach wasn't flat, you had a little extra weight on your hips, you had nice breast, but you were convinced that was just because you were heavy. You weren't obese, but you weren't a size zero either. 

You weren't a platinum blonde. They wouldn't have taken your picture and put you in any porn magazine. You had nothing that would hold the interest of the God that was Dean Winchester. 

He saw you as a best friend, or maybe a little sister, not someone he would fall in love with. 

You were laid back and shy, you didn't have the guts to even ask a guy out, much less let Dean know how you felt about him. Not that you'd take a chance anyway, and mess up the only kind of relationship you will ever have with the eldest Winchester, so you settled to drawing him. 

You liked drawing anyway. It was an escape from all the crazy, creepy, evil that surrounded the life of a hunter daily. 

"Morning Sweetheart," Dean said, dragging his feet as he entered the library, and you quickly hid your drawing so that he couldn't see it. 

"Morning Dean, you're up early," you tell him as he took his usual seat across from him.

"Yeah, one of those nights I guess, I just couldn't get comfortable." 

You found that hard to believe, he had that whole bed to himself with a memory foam mattress on it. What in the world could stop him from getting comfortable?

"Well, what do you have planned for today?" you ask him, getting up to go and start breakfast for the two of you. Dean stood and followed you into the bunker kitchen. Sitting on the island in the middle of the room as you took out a pack of bacon and started to lay it out in the pan.

"I actually wanted to see if you wanted to just hang out and watch movies or something, you know have a lazy day," Dean said with a shrug. "Sam left today to go to Ohio and help Elieen with a witch hunt, and that just leaves me and you with the whole bunker to ourselves.

You stood stock still for a moment before you could answer. Dean had never wanted to just hang out with you before because you had the whole bunker to yourselves. I mean the two of you would occasionally watch a movie with Sam, and he sometimes would sit and talk to you in the bunker, but Dean was usually a pretty private person. He liked to hang out in the garage, and work on baby, and not really socialize much. Even though he called you his best friend in the kitchen a few months ago, he was always pretty distant, but Dean was distant from everyone, so you didn't worry about it.

"Sounds great Dean," you finally got out as he grabbed another pan, and started mixing up pancake batter next to you. 

"Great! I'm thinking we will start with a classic, Bram Stoker's Dracula maybe? See where it goes from there,'' Dean said, sounding excited. You couldn't help how your chest swelled thinking about Dean actually wanting to hang out with you.

An hour later Dean and yourself had eaten breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. Dean was getting the movie going for the two of you, and you were sitting on the couch, making yourself comfortable. 

"Okay Sweetheart," Dean said, flopping down on the couch and throwing his arm around you, pulling you very close to his side. Your heart was pounding in your chest at the close proximity, but you just went with it. Dean was never like this, but you weren't going to question it, you were just going to enjoy it because you knew it might not ever happen again.

Many movies later, and several pizzas, Dean and yourself were watching the credits roll on Pet Sematary, and Dean was stretching next to you. He'd kept very close proximity to you all day, even letting you cuddle with him while you two watched TV together. It had honestly been the best day you had ever had, and you weren't excited that it was getting late. 

"Hey Y/N, can I ask you something?" Dean said, looking at you cautiously. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

"Sure, Dean." 

Reaching over the side of the couch Dean pulls out a little black binder. One you recognize immediately. It was the binder that you kept all your drawings of Dean in. Your heart literally stopped mid beat as he turned to look at you, opening it up, and revealing your work. 

You couldn't speak, you couldn't breathe...

"Sweetheart, These are really..." 

Not letting him finish his sentence you snatched the binder out of his hands and literally ran towards your room, slamming the door behind you and locking it as tears made their way down your check. Throwing the binder in your underwear drawer you fall into bed and pray for death because that was the only thing that was going to take away that kind of embarrassment. 

All you could do was cry, you couldn't even think straight. He'd sat there and watched TV with you  ALL DAY! Let you cuddle with him, laughed with you, ordered food for you. You had a great day with Dean, and the whole time he was sitting over there with your binder, waiting to ask you about it. Guess he was just trying to soften the blow before he approached you about it.

You had never been more humiliated in your life. 

You were so upset that you didn't hear Dean pick the lock on your bedroom door, and when you felt the bed dip next to you, you nearly jumped out of it.

"Y/N, please don't run from me." 

You froze where you sat, looking anywhere but Dean, you couldn't stand to see what you thought you said there. Judgment, mocking, just like all those boys in high school that found out you had a crush on them and started calling you fat, and other mean names. Dean not only looked like a jock, but he was probably no different. 

Putting his finger lightly under your chin Dean guided your face to him.

"Look at me, Princess," he said, his voice was softer than you thought it would be, not mocking at all. 

Making yourself look at him, meeting his piercing green eyes as he wiped the tears that had fallen off of your face with the pad of his thumb. 

There wasn't any judgment there, but there was so much emotion that you didn't understand. 

"Y/N, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have sprung that on you that way. I found your binder laying on the bed when I came in here to grab the spare blanket, and I got curious and opened it. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy, and I wasn't going to make fun of you, or mock you, hell, I'm not even mad. I just want to know why me?"

That made your mind freeze up for a moment. "Why me?" He was really wanting to know why you wanted to draw him? Does he look in the mirror when he gets dressed in the morning?

You blinked at him, dumbfounded by the question.

"What do you mean why you?" you asked him, and he lowered his head for the first time like he was a little embarrassed himself. 

"Because I'm nothing, Sweetheart, I'm not even that great of a person. Why the hell would you want to draw someone like me?" 

You wanted more than anything to slap him at that moment. "Dean, do you look in the mirror when you get dressed in the morning? Your fucking hot!" 

Slapping your hand over your mouth you mentally slapped yourself for your little outburst. Looking at Dean like you would die right there if you could get away with it.

Dean snorted out a laugh that surprised you, raising his eyebrows a little. "So you think I'm hot?" 

"Oh God Dean,'' you said, covering your face with your blankets before he pulled them down and laid down next to you. 

"Sweetheart, don't get embarrassed. You're normally so laid back. Why are you so shy around me?" 

Taking a deep breath you decided it was now or never. He wasn't going to let it go. You wondered if he already knew and was just being manipulative, but you had never known Dean to be manipulative. 

"Because I like you, Dean, I mean I really, really like you! More than just a friend or a brother. I have feelings for you Dean. I don't expect you to feel the same way about someone like me, and I completely understand if I totally creeped you out by drawing you all time, I'll stop if you want me to, I completely understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore. I can call my brother to come and get me, move in with him, and his family.."

Before you could stand up all the way, and keep rambling Dean grabbed you, turned you around, and crashed his lips into yours in a bruising kiss to shut you up. It didn't last near as long as you wanted it to, but it didn't take long to make you melt into him. His taste filling you, his warm lips gliding over yours and your lips worked together with him like it was something that they'd always done.

When he pulled away you were both panting, and he leaned his forehead against yours, brushing your hair away from your face. 

"Sweetheart, stop. I don't want you to go anywhere. I have feelings for you too, I always have, just didn't figure you wanted someone as fucked up as I am."

Snaking his arms around your waist he started backing you up to the bed and laid you down softly on the mattress before crawling up your body and hovering over you as you backed up against the pillows. 

"I don't mind that you draw me. You don't creep me out, and I don't want you to change a damn thing about yourself. The only thing I want to know before I take this any further, because trust me I want to, is do you want this with me for real? Because I've wanted it a long damn time, and once I go there with you, your mine. There's no going back, I've weighed too long for you to lose you, sweet girl."

You couldn't speak because part of you couldn't believe what you were hearing, so you just nodded your head. 

That was all the permission he needed before his lips found yours again, kissing you softly. His tongue gliding over yours. His hands trailing over sides. Lifting up the hem of your shirt so that his hands can graze over the skin there. A moan leaving your lips as the feeling of his hands on your skin. 

Dean sat up and ripped his shirt over his head, and threw it to the floor. You sat up and did the same. Hand's trailing over the newly exposed skin of his chest as he laid you down on the mattress slowly. His lips trailing from your jawline to your pulse point, leaving little love bites and open mouth kisses as he went before slipping his hand behind your back and loosening your bra. Pulling it off of you slowly and throwing it across the room.

"You so beautiful Princess," he whispered as his finger trailed over the mounds of your breast, admiring each inch of you like he was trying to commit it to memory. Lowering his head, taking each nipple in his mouth, giving each of them the same amount of attention as he worshiped your body. 

Sliding his hands into the waistband of your pants he slid your underwear and your sweats down in one pull. Before ridding himself of his own sweats and boxers. Leaving both of you bare in front of each other. 

He was glorious, all muscle power. You were not, and you were completely bare before him. You automatically reached for the blanket. Feeling self-conscious for the first time tonight with him when he grabbed your arms stops you. 

"No, no sweetheart don't hide from me. You're beautiful, and I want to see you." 

Covering his body with your he leans down over you, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth, sending a shiver through your body, landing a jolt of arousal straight in your core. 

"I want to taste you, but I don't think I can wait any longer to be inside of you."

Dean settled himself between your legs and started to rut his leaking erection against your soaked folds, nudging your clit with every slow movement of his hips. A gasp fell from your lips as with one smooth pull of his body against yours he'd lined himself up with you soaking entrance, pushing himself inside slowly, stretching you in the best way as he bottomed out and both of you groan at the connection of your bodies.

Never breaking eye contact he started rutting himself against your body. Not really pulling out all the way or at all. Slowly, deep, he moved inside of you. His head is buried in your neck, as moans and shallow breaths falling form both of you as he hit places deep inside of you no one had ever reached. Building you both higher and higher until you were both tumbling over the edge together as his seed coated your walls and your body jerked underneath him, pulling and milking him as he spilled himself into you.

When you both finally came down from your he pulled himself out slowly, not bothering about cleaning yourselves up. He just pulled you close to his chest, playing with your hair while you just enjoyed being close to each other. One hand on the curve of your hips, running his fingers lightly of the skin there. Relishing in your body in a way that you were ashamed of. He saw you as beautiful, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. He loved your curves that you tried so hard to hide, and he made you feel beautiful. No one had ever done that before. 

After a long time, Dean chuckled to himself, making you look up at him in confusion. "What Dean?"

"Nothing. Just wait until I tell Sam you've been painting me like one of those french girls." 

You reach up and slap him on his chest with a laugh. "I'll kick your ass, Winchester," you say, trying to sound threatening. 

He didn't respond to your threat, knowing well that you couldn't even slap him hard enough to hurt him. 

You just laid there looking at the ridiculous smile on his face. You loved how it made the lines around his eyes stick out. The way he always perches his tongue between his teeth, but only the tip. The way his eyes seem to sparkle and just for a moment, he looks ten years younger than he really is. 

Those are the things you love about him the most. The little details most people miss. 

"What?" he asked when he looked down and saw you staring at him, still playing with your hair.

"Just enjoying all the little details."

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[come-on-shitty-boys]

//chocolate mornings. akaashi keiji//

Warnings: Your heart may explode from too much fluff

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Part 2 because my Wattpad readers were on the verge of murdering me! I would d i e for this family dynamic~ 

(Single Parent!Doctor!Akaashi x Reader)

*Part 2 of Chocolate Impressions.  Read Part 1 HERE*

It was a picture perfect scene: a slumbering home, the only source of light coming from the moon as its rays filtered in through the windows.  Katashi was fast asleep in his bed, a stuffed owl held tightly in his arms, tucked in beneath a thick layer of blankets, the love of a father’s kiss still lingering on his forehead.  You had been pulled into Akaashi’s chest the minute the two of you had sank into the soft embrace of his mattress.  Soft words were shared about each other’s day, plans for tomorrow, plans for the distant future.  Short, breathy laughs in an attempt to stay quiet for Katashi’s sake were the only response to small quips and silly stories.  Warm kisses and cool wandering touches were soon replaced by quiet “I love you”s and the small sounds of Akaashi’s little snores against your skin.  Wrapped in his warm embrace, a final kiss was placed against his skin before allowing yourself to fall victim to sleep’s grasp.  

The all too familiar tune singing loudly from Akaashi’s bedside table was the sour note that ended it all.  You jolted up, obviously more distraught by the sudden noise than your boyfriend was as he simply buried his head under his pillow with a quiet “No.”

“Keiji, your phone,” you mutter, shaking his shoulder, trying to keep him from falling back asleep.

“I don’t care.”

You reach over him to grab his phone from the table to check the caller ID.  Exactly who you expected.  “It’s the hospital.”

“I don’t care.”

“Keiji, come on.”  You pull the pillow away from him and a heavy groan is the only response as he takes the phone from your hand.

“I’m not on call,” he states plainly, avoiding any sort of pleasantries. You can hear the person on the other end of the line talking rapidly, multiple apologies being uttered in quick succession, and Akaashi can only sigh as he sits up and swings his legs off the edge of the bed.  “What’s the point in telling me that I’m off if you’re just going to wake me up anyway?  Where’s Ohashi?  Or Ichirou?”  He runs his hand through his bedridden curls and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees.  “I have my son this week.  You know that. . . What?  It’s two in the morning.  I am not waking him up to drag him to a hospital for who knows how many hours. . . No.  No. It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.”  Akaashi slowly gets up from the bed, stumbling slightly as the fatigue hasn’t quite left his body yet.  “Yes.  I’m coming.  I’ll be there soon.”  He ends the call and tosses his phone on the bed, his form radiating pure annoyance.  “Absolutely ridiculous,” he grumbles, shoving his feet into a pair of slippers to save himself from the chilly hardwood floor.  “I guess I need to call Akiyo and see if she can take care of Katashi until I’m done.”

“Why?  It’s not like you’re going to be leaving him alone.”

“Are you sure?  You don’t have to do this.”

You laugh a little, getting up on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck.  “But, I want to.”

He nuzzled his face in your neck, letting his black curls tickle your skin.  “You’re going to be such a good step-mom to him someday.”

“I hope so.  But, come on.  You need to get ready.  You have lives to save.”  He offers a quiet whine as you pull away from him in order to put on your own slippers.  “I’ll get your clothes and get some coffee going, okay?”

Akaashi nods, slumping off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and attempt to wake himself up with a quick cold shower.  You padded softly towards the kitchen to start a pot of coffee before going to the laundry room to grab a fresh pair of scrubs from the dryer.  Back in the bedroom, you rummaged through his drawers to find him clean boxers and a pair of socks.

A swift knock to the bathroom door is all it takes for Akaashi to pull the door open.  He’s holding a towel around his waist as his other hand vigorously tries to towel dry his hair.  A soft grin takes over his features as you set his clothes down on the counter.  “Thank you, princess,” he says, placing a short kiss on your cheek.

“You’re welcome, Keij.  Coffee should be done in a few minutes.  Do you want to eat anything before you go?”

“Uh . . . Can you throw a granola bar or something in my bag?  I don’t know if I have time to stay and eat.”

You nod and leave him to get dressed in order to go pack his work bag with snacks for his drive.  You add a few granola bars and a package of fruit snacks to a Ziploc bag, rummaging through the drawers to find the sticky notes.  Snacks for my snacc lol love you - Y/N.  You put the sticky note in the bag to make sure it didn’t get lost before placing his snacks in his work bag. 

You had just gotten his thermos out of the cabinet as Akaashi came sliding into the kitchen, sock-clad feet propelling him across the tiles.  Arms immediately wrap around your waist and a happy hum filters into your ear.  “I don’t think you’ve ever been this happy to go in to work. What's wrong with you?” you laugh, reaching up to play with his hair.

“I was just thinking.”

“About what?” You ask, filling the thermos with the freshly brewed coffee, adding a spoon and half of sugar, just how he likes it.  

“About how much I like this.  Waking up with you.  Getting ready with you.  I’d be okay with always going in in the middle of the night if it meant more of this.”  He nuzzles his nose against your cheek, never wanting this moment to end.

“I think the lack of sleep is making you delirious.  You hate having to go in.”  You turn around in his embrace.  “But, I like this too.”  You place a soft kiss on his lips, eagerly returned by your boyfriend.  Pulling away, you place a hand on his chest.  “You really do need to go though, Keiji.”

“Yeah, I know.”  He begrudgingly lets you go so he can go put his shoes on.  You follow him to the door, his coffee and bag in your hands, his coat draped over your arm.  He stands up, taking his things from you and grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door.  “I should be back by the time you and Katashi wake up.  I’ll see you soon,” Akaashi says, a quick kiss to your forehead before he rushes out the door.  

You turn to go back to bed after watching him back out of the driveway, flipping off any lights that were left on during the franticness of this early morning.  Between the thick blankets and what little warmth remained on Akaashi’s side of the bed, it didn’t take long for exhaustion to start to weigh your eyelids down.  

Fresh sunlight and the sounds of something clattering to the ground brought you quickly from your deep slumber.  A sigh left your lips as your eyes fell to the empty spot on the bed next to you, sheets still crumpled from his early start.  You get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen only to stop completely in your tracks to fully take in the scene in front of you.

Katashi was perched on top of one of the dining room chairs so he could get a better look into the kitchen cabinets.  A frying pan had been tossed to the ground, likely the source of noise that had yanked you from sleep’s loving embrace.  “Katashi, what are you doing?” You ask slowly.

“Making pancakes,” he stated plainly as if the answer should’ve been obvious to you.

“Why?”

“Because Dad and I always have pancakes for breakfast.  But, he’s at work, so I was going to make them so they’d be ready when he got back.”  Katashi jumped down from the chair, the box of pancake mix in his hands.  

You pick up the pan and bowl from the floor, setting them on the counter before taking the mix and putting it back in the cabinet.  Taking in his defeated expression, you give him a warm smile.  “Why don’t we make your dad some special pancakes?”

“Special pancakes?”

“Yeah.  Like, not from a box.  We’ll make them from scratch.”

“We can do that?”

“Yes,” you laugh, grabbing the needed ingredients.  “Do you like chocolate chips in yours?”

“Yeah, but Dad doesn’t.”

“I forgot he was weird and didn’t like chocolate chip pancakes.”  You scrunch up your features, making Katashi laugh.  “Okay, I need a scoop and a half of flour,” you say, handing the boy the measuring cup before busying yourself with measuring out the other dry ingredients.  

Katashi dumps a heaping scoop in the bowl, creating puffs of flour, dusting his dark hair.  He giggles happily, staring at you with those same sleepy eyes that his father had.  You never took the time to really look at his son, a near perfect carbon copy of the man that you’d fallen in love with.  It almost looked like someone had plucked Akaashi from his baby photos and stuck him in front of you.  “Why are you staring at me?”

“You just look so much like your dad,” you sigh, turning back to finish adding ingredients to the batter.

“That’s what Gran says too.”  Katashi slides the bowl over to himself, taking the spoon and stirring everything together.  “She’s always showing me pictures of Dad when he was my age.  It’s so boring,” he whined.

“It does get a little old, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve seen them too?”

“So many times,” you laugh.  “The first time I ever met your gran, I thought we were going to be there all night.  She just kept pulling out photo album after photo album.  I didn’t think she was ever going to stop.”

“What’d you do?”

“Your dad was super embarrassed and wanted it to end just as much as I did.  I think he made some excuse about having work the next day when we all knew he didn’t.”

Katashi laughs, leaning into your side as you separate some batter out for Akaashi’s boring pancakes.  Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his arms wrap around your waist.  Your hand goes down to run your fingers through his curls, a small smile finding its home on your lips.  Any reservations you previously had about your relationship with Katashi and your role in his future were quickly erased.  It already felt like you had been a part of his life for years and you couldn’t have wished for a better start.  “Hey, hold out your hand,” you say, poking his cheek softly.

“What?  Why?”  He asks, looking up at you.

“Just do it.”

Katashi cautiously holds out the hand that wasn’t hugging your waist out towards you, bouncing in excitement as you shake some chocolate chips into his hand.  “Dad never lets me do this!”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”  You wink down at his smiling face and pop a few of the chocolate pieces in your own mouth, dumping what’s left in the batter.  

The sound of a car engine whirring and cutting out is the interruption to the perfect morning.  A loud beep as a door is locked has Katashi ripping away from you to greet his father at the door.  A tired smile complimented even more exhausted eyes as Akaashi knelt down to embrace his son.  “What smells so good?” You hear Akaashi ask as he stands up.

“Mom and I made pancakes!” Katashi exclaims, grabbing his dad’s hands and dragging him towards the kitchen.

“Mom?  Why is your mom here?”  Keiji stumbles into the kitchen behind his son, fully expecting to see his ex-wife sitting at the dining table with the glare that she always greeted him with nestled on her face.  But instead, he was greeted with your sleepy features as you set the table, divvying up steaming pancakes between the plates.  You had flour dusting the front of your t-shirt, a smile causing your eyes to crinkle when you looked up and saw him in the doorway.  His confusion settled into a softer expression as he stared at the perfect morning unfolding in front of him.  Absolutely beautiful.

“Huh?”  Katashi asks, looking up at Akaashi.  “Oh.  Sorry, I meant Y/N.”  The boy just shrugged, letting go of Akaashi and sitting down in front of one of the plates, digging into the pile of pancakes that you had placed onto his plate.

Akaashi set his things down and let you wrap your arms around him.  A short peck on the lips and sleepy smiles were exchanged.  “How was everything?” You ask, running a gentle thumb over the small purple bruises on his cheeks, a side effect of the long hours of his surgical mask digging into his face.

“Six hours in the OR for an emergency CABG," he sighed, his hands trailing along your sides. 

"Six hours? Isn't that a little long?"

"Yeah.  It was a pretty nasty blockage, but it's bypassed and he should be back on his feet in a few days."

"And that's why you're the best," you say, a soft smile giving him any reassurance he could've possibly needed. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving. My 'snacks for my snacc' wore off quite a while ago," he teased, poking your sides, making you blush as you squirm away from him. He laughed, letting you pull him over to the table to join Katashi for pancakes.  "Alright, Katashi. Who's pancakes are better? Mine," Akaashi pauses, giving his son an exaggerated nod. "Or Y/N's?" He shakes his head, making a disgusted face which is quickly replaced by a look of hurt as you smack his thigh.

Katashi giggles, shoving the last bit of pancake in his mouth.  "Y/N's, for sure.  She should come over every time I'm here!" He finished his glass of orange juice and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt.  "May I be excused?" 

"Depends. How do you spell 'because?'" Akaashi asks, not looking up from his plate.

Katashi groaned, slinking down in his chair. "That's not fair.  You know I'm not good at that one! Pick something else!"

"Okay. Spell 'choledocholithiasis.'" Akaashi smirks, now looking at the shock on his son's face.  "What? You wanted a different word!"

"Something I would know!"

"Your options are 'because' or 'choledocholithiasis.' I know what I'd pick," Akaashi shrugs, take a bite of his pancakes. 

"Okay, Doc, we get it. You know how to spell coal-docter-antithesis," you say, rolling your eyes, Katashi laughing as you poke fun at his father.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Y/N.  Katashi, how about 'today?'"

"Ooh! I know that one! T-o-d-a-y!"

"Very good. You're excused."

"Yes!" Katashi jumps up from his seat, setting his plate in the sink. "Thank you for breakfast!" He gave you and Akaashi quick hugs before running off to his room.

"You make him spell to leave the table?"

Akaashi shrugs. "Not always. Sometimes he has to do an easy math problem.  It may seem a little . . . Much, but it helps him retain what he learns." 

"Well, I think it's nice that you care so much about his school work," you say, rubbing his shoulder as you sit back in your chair.

"Thank you." He smiled, reaching for your hand.  

His thumb runs over your knuckles, a shaky inhale catching your attention. "You tired?"

"Yeah. It's been a long morning,” he sighs, running his free hand through his messy hair.

"Go back to bed, Keiji.  You need some rest."

He nodded, stifling a yawn, but rather than getting up to heed your advice, Akaashi takes a deep breath, turning in his seat to face you. "But, not right now.  I want to talk to you about something."

Akaashi watches as your eyes widen slightly, feeling your hand start to shake a little as you’re suddenly caught off guard.  "Is this about Katashi liking my pancakes better? He just wanted-" The sound of his laughter cuts you off.

"No. This isn't about that.”  He takes a moment in an attempt to compose himself, a few stray chuckles escaping as he tries to continue. “I was thinking about this morning.  The whole time I was at work, it was all I could think about.  Well, not all I could think about, but you know what I mean. I just- maybe it's silly, but I genuinely enjoy having you there with me every time I get called in.  Before, I always had to do it all by myself, which is fine, of course. I don't expect you to get up and help me, but you do, and I want more of that and I want more of this,” he says, giving your hand a light squeeze.  “Seeing you this morning, I realized just how happy I am when you're here. And Katashi, he really likes you.  I don't know if you heard, but he called you 'mom' earlier and-" Akaashi pauses, the wide smile on his face saying everything for him. He was completely exhausted, the lack of sleep tearing down his normal quiet demeanor, letting all of his emotions flow from his mouth like a waterfall.  

"I love you and I don't think I could ever say it enough for you to know just how much I do." He stopped again, patting his pockets with his hands. "Hang on." He gets up and starts rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers.  "I know I put it in here somewhere. . . When did I buy this?" He pauses, holding up a small little kitchen timer that looked like a penguin.  He just shrugs, setting it down next to the stove.  “Did I really put it all the way back there?”  He grumbles, leaning over to get a better look into the back of the drawer.  “Oh, wait.  There it is!  Come here,” he says, taking something and hiding it in his hand.  He's practically bouncing like a little kid on a sugar high as he pulls you to stand with him in the middle of the kitchen floor.  "This isn't exactly how I planned on doing this and I get the middle of my kitchen isn't the most romantic place, but-" Akaashi’s quick words are cut off by your lips pressed against his, hands holding his face, the feeling of your body melding perfectly against his.  

"Keiji, it's okay," you whisper, a calm smile soothing his nerves.

"Thank you," he whispers; a second kiss, shorter, less intimate than the first, but still carrying the same amount of complete adoration for you.  Akaashi breaks away, kneeling down in front of you.  He holds a delicate ring in one hand, your hand with the other.  "I know this is probably not how you imagined this moment.  Honestly, it's not how I imagined it either, but," Akaashi takes a deep breath, meeting your eyes, the dark circles from lack of sleep more pronounced in the poor lighting.  "I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you, even if it is at stupid hours in the morning.  I want to come home to you making pancakes with our son. I want to talk about you to the others in the OR, but not just as my girlfriend, as my wife.  So, what I'm trying to say is that I love you and I love that in such a small amount of time, you've made my family become our family." He smiles, his sleepy eyes filled with nothing but love for you and everything the two of you had built together.

 "Will you marry me?"

[thepaperpanda]

A Dream || Sam Drake x Reader smut

Summary: How surprised Sam is when he meets you in the prison, and when it turns out you're the friend of Adler. Fortunately, Drake lets you play a little game with him.

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 2975

Authors: Cass & Rouge

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Sam sat in his prison cell, steering at the empty wall. What else he could do? He was completely closed off from the world. Only him, empty cell and sounds of the other prisoners outside.

It was a "normal" day until two guards opened the door to his cell. "¡Es tu día de suerte! Tienes un visitante! Buena esa. Levántate."

Sam blinked deeply confused. Who would visit him? Did Nate somehow find out that he was alive?

Sam didn't need any troubles, so he cooperated with guards. They pulled him out from the call and started to lead him down the corridor, until they stopped in front of a big door.

He heard about this room. It was a special private place where some of a more privileged prisoners could meet with their partners or whores. Before Sam could ask anything guards pushed him inside.

There was a nice looking girl, she was sitting on the bed and now was smiling at Sam.

"Can I help you... Miss?" Sam asked more confused than ever before.

"My name's Y/N," you introduced yourself briefly as you had gotten up and looked man in the eyes. "Let's say that someone's payed me to accompany you a little. Unless you're not Samuel Drake?," You put your hand to your left hip and sent him a feisty grin.

Sam frowned, looking at the lady if front of him. She was hella pretty, simply right in his taste but this all was odd.

"I am Samuel Drake and let me guess. Your "someone" is Rafe Adler, did he send you? Tell your asshole boss that I will not help him with tha treasure." He muttered, crossing arms over his chest.

You measured his features with interested glance. Drake, even taking the fact he wasn't that young anymore, was a handsome, tall man with brown thick hair and beautiful eyes.

"He didn't send me here for bargaining purposes," you explained shortly and reached to the bag you were having with yourself and which was placed on the bed. You pulled pack of cigarettes and lit one, then walked to the window with a view on an island and ocean. "Let's say that his only goal is to get back on good terms with you."

"Get back on good terms? By sending me a whore?" Sam asked, checking out your body.

It's not that Sam wasn't attracted to you, he was. The truth was that he would fuck any girl he could right away, but the fact that Rafe sent you bothered him.

Standing with your back to him, you had only smiled to yourself. "I'm not a whore," you said simply. "Let's say that I'm a close friend of Rafe that was bored enough with my loneliness so as soon as he asked me to visit you, I took this proposition without blink of an eye. He described you as a nice, rather humble man. He didn't only mention that you're fucking handsome...," The last sentence you almost whispered so he wouldn't hear.

You smoked half of the cigarette while watching the beautiful landscape outside of the window, and after that you had turned to face man once more. With the swing in your hips you walked to him slowly, and stopped only few inches from him.

"Want a cigarette?," You offered with a cocky smirk dancing on your lips. You put your palm to his chest, massaging his muscles slightly. "I have a real cigarettes, not such a shit they used to smoke here."

Sam's frown never disappeared, this everything was highly suspicious. He still didn't trust you at all, but he accepted the cigarette, Sam needed a real one. "Some fire, please?"

You gave him a lighter and slowly started to circle him. "Look at yourself, Drake. Rafe offered you freedom, you declined. It was your right to do so. And did he press on you more? No. He just wants you to realize that he is sorry for the misunderstanding between you two."

Sam sat down on the bed that was placed in the room for a visitors' comfort. The mattress was soft, overall this bed was much better than a regular bunk.

Sam lightened up the cigarette and looked up on you, letting out some of smoke trough his nostrils. This cig was a really good one. "More like 'between you three', girl. There was three of us here." Sam corrected you."I didn't expect such an asshole to have a friend like you."

You leant back against the solid, metal door and looked at man. "Even a person like Rafe can have amigos, as you see," you replied shortly. "Ah. Right. Your younger brother. What's his name? Neil? Nolan? Ah, Nathan! What a cute name for a boy," you giggled as you walked to Sam and stopped in front of him. "But I rather like Sam. It's a good name for a badass like you."

Sam chuckled, letting a big cloud of smoke escaped his lips. "You try to flatter me too hard, babe, and I am not confused by fact that asshole has a friend. I am more confused by fact that his friend isn't acting like a spoiled brat like he is."

You cocked your brow at his comment only. "Rafe did mention that you might be stubborn. I can see what did he mean by myself now," you informed the man.

Second later, you pulled your skirt a little up your thighs so it was comfortable for you to straddle his lap.

Sam watched you with slightly clouded gaze, those years of isolation and loneliness were getting to him and your present did not help him.

"Well, I am stubborn. That's my thing." He wrapped his arms around you, his hands found their way under your shirt. Sam let out a sigh at the feeling of a soft skin under his rough finger pads.

You bit your lower lip and chuckled darkly at his actions. The roughness of his hands on your skin turned you on so much. You leant towards him and nibbled onto his earlobe. "I'm not even going to argue, handsome," you whispered directly into man's ear.

One of your hands slipped between your bodies to rest onto his crotch. You smiled even more at the feeling of hardness of the bulge within his old jeans.

Sam looked at you with a soft smile, he took the cig out of his mouth. "You like what you feel? You can't blame a guy for being hard when he didn't see a single woman for years."

"Oh, poor thing!," You gave him a peck to his jawline and didn't forget about rocking your hips a little so you rubbed your pussy against his bulge. "Must be hard to fap alone, huh?," You teased him as you pulled the cigarette out of between his fingers. You inhaled fully and dropped the end of cigarette on the concrete floor. You cupped Samuel's face in your palms and slowly started kissing him while exhaling the smoke right into his mouth.

Taking the strong smoke wasn't now filtered, it was easy to get a little high by such an action.

You hummed at the end of the kiss, and wrapped arms around his nape.

Sam growled annoyed as soon as you pulled away, he didn't like fact the kiss ended so quickly.

"As much as I enjoy it... And as much as the tightness of my pants annoys me, I can't help but still feel suspicious about you." Sam said openly as his hand stroked your back. "Cute girl came to place like this... To meet with someone like me. Weren't you scared I will hurt you?"

"You? The infamous Samuel Drake hurting the girl? Nah, baby, ain't gonna happen," you told him and started to kiss his jawline, slowly yet constantly. "I can be dangerous as well so how do you know that you shouldn't be afraid of me?," You asked as your skilled fingers unbuckled his belt.

"Me? Being afraid of a little girl like you, ain't gonna happen." Sam placed you properly on his lap, his big hands grabbed your sides and moved up, uncovering your skin.

At this point Sam was gone, all he desired now was some of a physical contact he missed for years.

He removed your shirt and threw it on the floor, he looked at you fully. "Now... This is a nice view." Sam purred before slowly taking off your bra.

You licked your lips as your breasts were exposed to his sight. You felt some butterflies in your stomach and some knot building up in your abdomen. Oh, how much he was turning you on!

You slipped hands into his hair, and started rocking your hips as you held onto his neck, slowly scratching his skin there with your fingers.

"You like it, don't you?," You let out a quiet moan. "Oh, Samuel. Such an eager boy. Make out nicely with me and you'll get an award."

"Sweetheart, I am a treasure hunter. I don't get the reward, I find it and take it all by myself."

His lips wrapped around your nipple, he sucked and moved his tongue around it. One of his hand quickly found its way under your skirt and panties, he didn't waste time as his finger started to circle your clit.

He had gotten you. As much as you wished it wouldn't happen, you started to be turned on. Moaning louder and louder, you rolled head back and enjoyed his mouth on your nipples as well as his fingers rubbing onto your clit. "The treasure hunter, huh?," You moaned through parted lips and soon escaped his laps.

You simply knelt in front of the man and unzipped his jeans and its fly only to freed Sam's already half-erected cock. You gasped a little at his size and licked your lips while pumping your palm up and down his shaft covered with veins.

Sam chuckled. "No need to be so shocked, babe. I am just a decent man with a decent cock." He said moving hand into your soft hair, Sam let out a quiet purr at the nice feeling. He definitely needed that.

You smiled at man and simply wrapped your mouth around his tip. Then, slowly, you slipped his shaft further. You moaned at the same time. His skin tasted like a salt but you didn't mind it at all. In fact, you missed such an intimate moments with a man in a great while, since your ex boyfriend had left you for other woman. Dick.

At first, you were bobbing your head back and forth slowly, doing you best to make his shaft as slick as possible.

After few longer moments that seemed like an eternity to you, you pulled his thick cock out of your mouth only to spit on it and spread the saliva along his length with your palm. You raised your head to look him in the eyes.

Sam watched you the whole time, his hand played with your hair while other kept him from falling backwards.

"That's nice and all, babe, but I really need something else." He got up, and then effortlessly picked you up, pressing you against the wall. Who the hell needs bed, right?

You gasped at the unexpected behavior of the man but you moaned second later, in anticipation of his actions. Quickly and smoothly you slipped your lacy panties down and stepped out of them.

"Let's leave the skirt on, huh? It looks nice on you, Y/N." He smiled at you and then grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist.

Sam kissed you deeply, slowly easing himself inside of you, he gasped against your lips. The feeling of your tight, wet pussy around his cock was a blessing. "You're tight, babe. I can tell you aren't a virgin, some asshole didn't took a good care about you?" He purred into your ear as he started to move his hips.

One of your hands was instantly wrapped around his strong neck while the other one was playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples a little. "Fuck, right there," you shut your eyes and parted lips, so the soft hum left them. "So good, that feels so fucking hot," you prised him. "Tight only for you, Drake. Your cock's stretching me so fucking good, Sam," you kissed his jawline and whined loudly as you felt how his cock was moving in and out of your dripping wet pussy.

Sam smiled and started to move faster. His hand replaced yours on your breasts, playing with your nipples. "I hope that such a good girl is on some pills or different shit. Because I am not going to stop myself, sweetheart." He purred deeply and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look directly at him.

You rested the back of your head against cold wall and let out another grunt. "Just fuck me, I need your fucking cock to fuck this little cunt of mine," you begged him and soon wrapped both of your hands around his neck so he was holding you in air while tearing your cunt apart.

"Well, if you ask so nicely, babe." Sam chuckled and started to move you faster on his cock, placing a soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Look what you are doing to me." He growled, feeling himself getting closer.

"Let... Me... Ride you," you begged in shaking voice as you felt your juices slowly dripped down your thighs.

"Taking fact you ask so nicely." Sam moved away from the wall and lied on the bed. "Go on, little one." He purred as his hands started to massage your hips.

Resting your hands on his broad chest, you started to buck your hips back and forth, hardly, strongly. Your eyes never left his. You laid more onto his chest so his cock was leaving your pussy almost completely only to be slammed back in with a strong movement. You knew he was nearing his pick as his cock started throbbing, you felt how hard he was. "Fuck you, Drake. Oh, God, this is so fucking amazing, just like this and I'll fucking cum," you moaned and smiled to him as you leant forward to steal a kiss from his lips.

He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Meanwhile his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit.

Soon, Sam sat up a little and smiled. "You like it, don't you." He teased as his rough fingers rubbed your bundle of nerves harder.

You ached your back and let out nothing but a scream mixed with moan as the touched you that way.

You used all of your strengths to push him back on the bed and you rode him nicely and hardly. The bed was soon rocking back and forth, according to your strong, rapid movements.

Your mind was overwhelmed by your rapture and need of being appeased.

Your pussy finally started clenching rhythmically around his shaft and you rolled you head back. You hadn't stopped your movements even when you were reaching your peak, you decided to chase your orgasm as much as you were able to because you had wanted to get there with him...

Sam smiled seeing you struggling. The truth was he wanted to torture you until you will beg him for your realise, but your company was first in years, and Sam didn't dream about anything else.

He grabbed your hips and started to slam his ones into you harder than ever before. Soon ,he reached his climax, cumming deep inside of you. Sam was nuzzling to your shoulder trying to catch his breath. "I am getting too old for this." He joked, kissing your jaw.

You laid on his chest, still gasping for air. "Oh, God...," You whispered as you waited politely for your breathe to calm down. Rising your head a little, you looked him in the eyes and ran you fingers through his hair. You stole another kiss from his lips and stretched to sit on his lap properly, just you were doing while riding him. "It was a great fun but it's time for me," you informed him, looking around in attempt of finding your panties. His cock was still buried within your core.

Sam let out a deep sigh. "Here comes a sad part. Tell your pal that if you visit me one... No... Three more times than I will rethink the offer of him bailing me out." He said and slowly removed you from his cock to let you dress up.

You blinked and let out a little laughter. "C'mon! What was that even?!," You had gotten up to your feet only to realise that his sperm was dripping down inner parts of your things. You shivered and slipped hand between your legs to rub yourself, only to taste his cum from your fingers. You hummed as you did so, and then you quickly stepped in your lacy panties. "You taste bitter like espresso," you winked at him. "I like that."

As soon as your clothes were adjusted properly, and the bag was on your shoulder, you walked to the door and stopped only to turn your head to him. "Next time I come back here, you're going to leave with me as a free man."

As soon as Sam was prepared to leave he was dragged out from the room and taken back to his luxury cell.

"From haven to a gray reality." He muttered and lied down on his bunk. All that left for him now was a hope.

Hope that you weren't just a dream and that he will indeed leave this cursed place anytime soon.

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Last Christmas

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: some language but none really

A/N: And so our story comes to an end, for now. Our handsome Irish anti-hero and head-strong Lady Lawyer will return in the spring for an all new Misfits!AU sequel inspired by conversations with @robertsheehanownsmyass 🤨

Tag list: @joz-stankovich @badsext @elliethesuperfruitlover @nightmonsters @bisexualnathanyoung @magic-multicolored-miracle @immortalled

Chapter Five: Last Christmas

When Violet turned 35, she changed her entire life. Everything she set out to do as a Public Defender was always overshadowed by just how many shitty people needed legal aid. The one or two kind, desperate clients a year just never stacked up to or made the other 100 worth it.

So Violet packed up all of her things, bid everyone a fuck you and cried in her dark apartment for a week. No prospects or experience with anything but law, it frightened her how easily she dropped everything to just do.. nothing. She ignored her sisters, “Why don't you go back to New Orleans? Or back to school!” And the calls from Tony “Come back to the firm!” Then one day.

There was a knock on the door that startled Violet from her misery. She didn't care how she appeared to the courier who handed her a rather monstrous package. She signed and tore into it revealing a thick release form and three proofs of graphic novels. Then her heart leapt into her throat.

Lanky with a devil’s smirk on his face and a cocky stance in jeans and black jacket with the collar turned up. The indentation of a dimple Violet had found herself touching as he died or slept. They somehow found a way to capture the unusual green that could have easily ruined her. And even though it was just a drawing, she could hear Nathan’s smart mouth.

Beside Nathan on the cover was a shorter, almost creepy but not unattractive guy. He donned a black sweatshirt, hood pulled up and Kevlar body pads. In the background an array of others in orange jumpsuits. Simon, she knew from her own masochistic research, and infamous remaining ASBO 3.

“Captain Invincible and The Super Hoodie: The Misfits Tales,” Violet snorted. “Huh.”

Still she sat down and flipped through it. Each section more absurd yet somehow believable than the next. Nathan impaled on a metal fence. Simon stuffing a female probation worker in a freezer. Alisha using touch to elicit the most perverse filth from men’s mouths. Curtis and his ability to rewind time reliving the night they all got busted a hundred times. And Kelly, having sex with a guy that was a gorilla. It all converged into the final book, “Vegas Baby.”

Violet held her breath as she moved towards the end. The parts where she didn't expect to exist. That she even came across Nathan’s mind all these years later was curious to her, as was the version he came up with. All she could do was laugh and cry simultaneously.

There she was, more of a sexy librarian in a porn than a lawyer. Her skirt (she normally wore pants during trial) a bit too short, and her boobs far too large. Her cleavage out of control through a low cut dress shirt. She had her hair twisted up (which was true) and glasses (really?!). Nathan in that fitted suit looking more like an Irish mobster than the nervous man-child who chewed his fingers until they bled. A panel with Violet leaning, tits out, towards him as she questioned him before an explosion of rabbits.

Here was the story. It explained this fantasy of Violet, sexy porno lawyer, that's how Nathan saw her. He admitted she was rather plain and stuffy when they first met. Though by the end of their visit, her cheek and determination and inability to put up with his shit became a turn-on. How she played him on the stand and found a way to instill reasonable doubt by throwing Marnie under the bus in his defense was something no one had ever done before. Weirdly encouraged his arrogance, showed cool indifference to his charm, yet never gave up on him no matter how exasperated he made her. All of this made her “the sexiest bird I’d ever seen. I had t’be with her.”

Violet continued to the bits after the trial. The club, Nathan handing some meathead his tongue that had literally fallen out of his mouth. It wasn't even in Nathan’s head how drunk they were that night, their illustrated bodies simulating sex on the dancefloor or when she called him Irish Eyes in the back of a black cab. His insistence that the way she dodged his kisses, actually ducked like his lips were a dodgeball, made it “difficult for him to walk.” Violet rolled her eyes. A deep crimson still crept across her cheeks.

Then that night. That messy surprising night when her knife fit so perfectly in Nathan’s flesh and right into his heart. Sometimes Violet didn't know what haunted her more: the amount of blood he shed or the utter disdain in his eyes as the door slammed behind him.

As Violet ventured to that page, a perfect drawing of them on her hallway floor. Nathan’s head in her lap as she stroked his hair while he died. The air in her throat choked her as she read the panels.

“I forget hardly anyone knows I'm going to live forever. It hurts t’die with a butcher knife in your chest. Not as much as a sewer pipe or metal fence, mind ye. I don't always like the idea myself. But I did like the idea of our handsome hero being comforted by his own Lois Lane.

Kelly and Simon used t’drag me up a flight of stairs and toss me on my dirty mattress at the community center. Waited about like I was late for a concert. Kelly took the piss, didn't she?

Vi held me as I ruined her floor. No one’s held me while I've ruined anything. Wait till she finds out I'm such a selfish prick that I destroyed time just to get back a mate who didn't even like me to start.”

Violet didn't even have time to cry the tears that stung her eyes. Or think about what those words really said between the lines. Her cellphone rang making her scream a bit.

“FERN?!”

“Lettie you ok?”

“Just a bit shaken. I have to go through a release form to agree to my likeness being in both graphic novels and apparently the chance to option a film based on them.”

“Uh..”

“Nevermind, what's up?”

“Claire got a job in London at Burberry. Could you sell your apartment? Move with us and be Marigold’s nanny? You could look into getting back into law over there somehow. Eventually right?”

Violet laughed. From a lawyer to a nanny. “Why the fuck not? I know an Irishman over that way.”

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4 am freak out

TW for blood I guess. Not proof read  1.7k  words 

It already all felt so familiar. Eating dinner and fighting to wash the dishes before Harry inevitably wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the sink. Despite her protests that he cooked them his famous curry so she really should wash up, he always fought it. Eventually, they’d stumble their way up the stairs, guided by kisses or hands held tightly towards the bedroom where they’d cascade in a pile of limbs on Harry’s king bed, fit with sheets Y/n didn’t doubt cost twice her rent. 

Y/n and Harry have been dating for five months now but with busy schedules throwing them to opposite sides of the Atlantic, Y/n had only spent the night at Harry's a handful of times. Sure she practically lived with him when he was home to quiet his persistent complaints of not seeing her enough in the short windows he had in London, but she had a cat and plenty of plants to care for so she'd often slink off home after their second rom-com of the evening and be back the next day after work to repeat.

 After Harry briefly serenading Y/n with his toothpaste-y rendition of Sunday Love and Y/n slipping an old tour tee of Harry's over her head, they were both on the cusp of sleep. Both their works demanded busy days and high energy from them so they were relieved to finally melt into the plush mattress and cocoon deeper into each other's holds. Between Y/n's soothing, even breaths and Harry brushing his thumb in circles over her knuckles, they were asleep in seconds. 

Y/n had gotten used to waking up Harry's arms squeezing tightly around her middle and a groggy voice murmuring good morning in her ear, so she was slightly confused when her eyes shot open and all she was met with was pitch black. Trying to get her bearings she glances around; Harry's fast asleep beside her, having rolled away from her slightly but still reaching a hand out to her in his sleep. As her brain wakes up and focuses on the situation, a sharp twisting pain clenches her stomach. Y/n doubles over and reaches down to the mattress to stable herself and instead of the clean sheets she expects, he fingers meet a warm dampness that has her cursing under her breath. 

She'd been so preoccupied the last few days she hasn't even realised she was three days late for her period. Pushing the sheets off her legs to access the damage she almost starts crying right there. She'd bled through the pair of boxers she'd stolen from Harry weeks ago and straight onto the sheets in a dark red circle the blared up at her against the perfect white surrounding. She peels the comforter the rest of the way off her legs to save it from the dreaded area beneath her as she glances back over her shoulder at the sleeping figure, curls covering most of his face and soft snores escaping his lips. 

Harry seems undisturbed by her panicked shuffling and in a moment of instinct, she throws her legs off the bed and rushes for the bathroom. She hardly notices tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she locks the door behind her and scrambles around desperately for her wash bag. She was sure she'd packed a pad or two in here a while ago when she'd been due and staying with Harry. Her breathing hitched and wavered unsteadily with the influx of sobs working their way out of her. She pushed her toothbrush and face cloths to the side and still, there was nothing, no hopeful crinkle of the purple package insight. Sitting back on her heels she dropped the small bag to the floor and covered a hand over her mouth to try and calm herself down. 

Fuck. Why was this happening? How could she go out there and just wake Harry up crying, he was going to be so mad. She couldn’t help but wonder how much her stupid mistake was gonna cost him.

As her breathing calmed to a point where she could at least plan how she was going to deal with the next few minutes, she rose to her feet again. A quick glance in the mirror has her shaky again at the sight of a glaring stain on her shorts but with little control she slipped the lock to the side and opened the bathroom door again, preparing for the embarrassment she was about to face.

She knows Harry's not the type to find periods gross or to make her feel embarrassed but she couldn't help but dread the whole situation. There was a sweet domesticity to Harry running her baths and calling her to ask which chocolate she prefers but Y/n was struggling to find anything cute in waking her boyfriend up at 4am to tell him she'd bled a small pool beside where he'd been peacefully sleeping.  

She couldn't just leave it be and expect him not to notice in the morning though. As much as she wanted to believe she could just catch a night bus home and never speak of it again, she treads softly towards his side of the bed and rubs his back, gently begging him to wake up quickly so this could all be over.

"Harry?" She calls lightly, running her fingers through his hair now - something she always did to wake him up when he was sleeping in on important work days they'd both rather avoid. "Harry, Love you've gotta wake up.."

He begins to stir now, grumbling under his breath and reaching out to grab the hand she'd had in his hair. With a light tug on her arm Y/n's falling into his side and is almost wrapped up in his spare arm when she pushes away from him, still acutely aware of the stain on her shorts she doesn't want to spread onto anymore expensive bedding.

"Y/n?" His face scrunches up in confusion as he reaches out for her again, propping himself up by his elbows when she takes a step back. "Baby..what's wrong?"

Amidst the adrenaline of getting the whole ordeal over with Y/n forgot about her tear stained, no doubt pretty red cheeks. They were clear to Harry as he sat up straight and finally pulled Y/n towards him, holding her in place between his legs as his hands came to cradle her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" An onslaught of new tears simmered up in Y/n's eyes that Harry brushed away instinctively, concern building inside him as more time passed with no answers. "Y/n talk to me okay? What's wrong - what happened?"

"I-I'm so sorry..I was so busy and I, I forgot!" Harry's only more confused by this, tilting Y/n's face to make her looks at him directly for the first time since he woke up. "I swear I'll clean everything or replace it just please don't be mad."

He caught on to her hand hovering over her stomach and how her eyes were flitting back between his face and over his shoulder to her side of the bed. Despite her quick efforts to keep his head facing her, he turned and saw the small red splotch behind him. Instantly reassured he turned back and pulled her again to straddle his waist, guiding her head gently to rest in the crook of his neck.

"I'd never be mad at you Love, never okay?" Her head lulls back to look up at his face, the tiredness creeping back in as he cradled her.

"I'll buy you new sheets I promise - and I'll be more careful next time I-I just forgot and shit-" She scurries back off his lap, looking down at her shorts in a panic again. "I-Fuck I'm sorry I ruined your bed and your boxers and now it's probably on you and I-"

"Woah woah!" Harry hated this, hated that she was so frightened of how he might react and so sure that he'd be angry. "Take a breath okay? You're not gonna buy me anything, we're just gonna put everything in the wash and run you a bath yeah, yeah?"

"Yeah.."  She mumbled, giving into his persistence and laying against his chest again.

"S'just blood Lovie, 's nothing to be mad about." Her head bops slightly as she nods against his neck and Harry can finally take a deep breath again. It definitely wasn't his favourite thing in the world to be woken up by his sobbing girlfriend a 4am with no explanation of who might be hurt.  

"Let's get you your bath yeah," He coos, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"It's half four Har.." She giggles, leaning back to catch another glimpse of his face to find a sleepy smile on his lips.

"I'm gonna make it better though," He glances down at where her palm's still pressed flat against her abdomen. "It hurts?" He mumbles as more of an explanation than a question.

"A little bit..jus' wanna sleep though." Harry nods, leaning forwards to stand with Y/n still in his arms. "Har- Where are you going?"

"Might have to sleep in the guest room tonight, Babe." A quick wave of embarrassment surges through Y/n again as she'd completely forgot the reason they were awake so late for just a moment.

"'m sorry I-" She rambles as they make down the hall to the spare room.

"Stop apologising!" Harry throws her playfully down onto the guest mattress, coming to prop himself up on top of her. "Stay 'ere, gonna get you s'more shorts."

"Wait I-" Y/n grabs his wrist stopping him for a second, "I don't have any pads Har..."

It's her turn to be confused now as he looks back at her with his eye brows scrunched together.

"I got you some.." She shakes her head as he nods back at her. "Yeah, under the sink there's a ton...didn't know which ones you liked."

Y/n almost feels like melting, a smile pulling at the sides of her mouth as she's plunged back into the domestic ease being at Harry's always brought.

"Awww Harry!" She gushes, playing with his fingers and admiring the light blush on his cheeks. "You're so sweet."

"Shud'up" He grumbles, pulling his hand from hers and running off to gather supplies before she catches the tomato splotches now covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

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