#so I just rolled my eyes and didn’t intervene just kinda took it

[idsb]

I am feeling so fucking anxious about my job and idk why

[blkluci]

idk if your taking requests but i literally js read your mha boys seeing you fight and fell in love and i was wondering if you could do a part 3 with hawks, dabi, and iida or anyone else you’d like pls

𝒎𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.3...

CHARACTERS ) keigo tamaki, toya dabi todoroki, tenya iida.

PLOT ) a headcannon of the boy/men seeing you fight.

A/N ) thankk youuu anon for the request!! glad you've been enjoying it :) sorry it took so long to fill. i'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this series. lmk if y'all want me to do a different fandom! :3 my requests are always open, so don't be shy y'all <33

[ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 ] hawks is a walking chick magnet—nopunintended. but he's he made that EXTREMELY clear in multiple interviews; he only wants you. so, it makes no sense when his random girl pushes up on him talkin' bout sum‰—"HE'S MINE." she followed you guys around for too long and hawks asked her to politely stop. when she insisted to not leave him alone, you intervened. didn't go to we for her according to him.

... you've been patient enough

... when she twisted her mouth to say something disrespectful you took off

... your fist connected with them nasty thin lips

... keigo's distress signals in his body weren't working properly

... he didn't know whether to pull you off her and cheer

-> "get In the paint!"

... his chants fuel the punches

... the girl tried the cover her face but your hulk hands still found it

-> "LOOK WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU NOW!"

... you was whoppin' her like you had real issue

... kei was really really amused

... but being that you guys were in public, he didn't want trouble for you

-> "okay baby, i think you got enough hits in."

... right before you let go off her bald head, you landed one for good measures on her nose

-> "DON'T LEMME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

... keigo was chuckling as he covered you guys with his wings and snuck away

... in the secluded area he admired your features

… your face was untouched but a bit of dirt on your shirt

-> "you did her real dirty babe."

-> "so?"

... he smirked

-> "she gonna have bruises for a while."

-> "her problem."

... damn

... that's kinda hot to him

... he chuckled

-> "so cruel. i love you."

… you gave a confused concerned face

… he didn’t care. judge him all you want!

… HE AINT ASHAMED

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ] toya hasn’t been with many women in his lifetime. but he’s been with one before you. he’s never mentioned it because he ain’t like her. so randomly, when she decided to take it upon herself and text him to leave you. mind you, he been blocked her on everything. he obviously doesn’t entertain, care nor does he want to or have to energy to deal with her. so he gave you the phone and you told her line it up.

… miss girl was BOLD

… she dropped that address with quickness

… so being an amazing and supportive boyfriend

… he took you to her

… as soon as the car pulled up you called her

-> “come outside, we not gon jump you.”

… dabi chuckled

… he sat on the car hood with his hands in his pants

… he made sure he pull out that phone too

-> “don’t beat her up too bad.”

-> “no promises!”

… shawty buss through the doors and ran up on you

… just to get kicked

… dabi almost fell out on the car

… you was putting beat to ahhhhh bruh

-> “ damn. damn. damn.”

… your hits echoed all down the dark street

-> “betcha won’t try it again!”

… dabi seen you fight before but not with typa anger and adrenaline

… your fist moving like lightning fast to her face

… you damn near pull her head off with how hard gripped her hair

-> “GET UP! GET UP!”

… next thing he know you pick her up like some WWE champion and body slam her

-> “OH!”

-> “DUMMY.”

… he didn’t know what to say but snaked his arm around your shoulder with a smirk

-> “where’d you learn that? how you know how to do that.”

-> “i’ll never tell.”

… he looks at you with a straight face

… them blue eyes damn near glowed in the dark

… like gojo

-> “you always doin’ that.”

-> “i love you too.”

… he rolled his eyes

… now he gotta go beat twice cause he knows he taught you that

[ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 ] mr. idc-ima-tell really ain’t have no romantic past. he does however have haters. boys and girls but he’s mr. don’t-care! so guess what, he don’t care! but some people really be bold out here. just like this ragamuffin boy that try to fight him. so what’d you do? JUMP THE HELL IN! you like corbin fr. but what makes no sense is why this girl would jump in. yeah she got dealt with.

… iida really didn’t have much time to react he could only swing

… you watched with the boy put his booger hands on your pootie, you wasn’t having it

… you punch the random in the back of his fathead

… iida notice that the weigh was off him

… but then he see it’s you

-> “Y/N!”

… all of a sudden!

… some shawty doo-wop run up

… iida pulled the guy off you and punch him in the jaw

… boy got slumped

… you and the girl tho

… y’all still going!

-> “WHAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS!?”

-> “y/n! come on, let her go.”

-> “HELL NO! RUN UP AND STILL BEAT YOU !”

… poor girl was scattering on the floor like a roach

… you was giving her that work!

… twisted every way but sideways

… iida eventually pulled you back

-> “calm down, please. you’ve been her up.”

-> “MAKE SURE SHE DONT TRY IT AGAIN!”

… the girl was limping walking away

-> “she won’t! i’ll make a complaint to aizawa and principal nezu."

… he was livid , but he needed to make sure you were okay

… so he asked if you guys could have the day off

… ofc he was granted permission

… so yall went to eat and chat

Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

[drvmekoo]

those five hours | jeon jungkook

this may be confusing to some who haven't read quality time! go read that and then come back to get the full story!

➳ pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: established relationship, a little angst, mostly fluff

➳ warnings: mentions of sex but no sex ygm?

➳ wc: 1.8k

➳ author's notes: SO many people were commenting about jungkook being away for five hours...and i couldn't take it any longer....so this is what he did.

➳ summary: "Had Jungkook really been out for five hours?" yes, he had. and this is what he had been doing.

-

HOUR ONE

As soon as Jungkook banged the front door shut, he wanted to run back in and talk this out. He hated the idea of leaving a fight to sit, the thought of you being upset at him eating away at his soul. 

But he knew you needed time. He knew he needed time. And so he decided to stay away for a while. 

Getting into his car and slamming the door shut, he sat there for a while. Your words echoed in his head over and over. Had it really been that long since you guys spent time together? Now that Jungkook thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time you guys cooked together, couldn’t remember the last time you guys snuggled on the couch and watched a movie. Had it really been that long since he touched you? 

Sighing angrily, Jungkook turned the key and started to drive. Where he was going, he had no idea but he needed to get away and think. Before he fucked up anymore. 

Jungkook drove for a whole hour. Until he found the park. The park where you first met. 

-

HOUR TWO

“Namjoon, I don’t care if she liked me.” Jungkook groaned down the phone “She wasn’t my type, there was no connection whatsoever! Set her up with Jimin or something! He’s single!”

A park bench was not the time to have this kind of conversation. Jungkook needed Taehyung to hurry up so he could cut this stupid conversation short.

Never again was he letting Namjoon set him up on a date again. 

It’s not that the girl wasn’t nice. She was lovely and obviously had a good heart. Jungkook just…didn’t feel it. It wasn't the destiny he was looking for. It didn’t feel right. 

Explaining that to Namjoon however, was harder than explaining college-level physics to a five-year-old. 

“Joon, I’m not saying she WASN’T pretty! I just-” 

Jungkook was interrupted by a loud cry. Abruptly, his head turned towards the sound, being met with a figure on the concrete floor. He straight away saw that you had hurt yourself, blood dripping from your elbow. 

“I’ll call you back.” he ended the call quickly and jogged over to you. 

“Are you okay? What just happened?” Offering you a hand, he hoisted you up so that you were now on your feet. Getting to see your face at last, his breath hitched. Jungkook had never seen beauty like yours before. Even with your face a little scrunched from the pain of your arm, you still looked angelic. 

“Oh, I’m good!” You chuckled lightly, looking down at the blood dripping down from your elbow. “It’s just me being clumsy again, as usual! This is so embarrassing..”

“No no, don’t be embarrassed! Here come sit, you’re bleeding.” He led you over to the bench he was sitting at before. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you! Well, as nice as this situation gets.” 

“Do you have any plasters on you, Miss clumsy?” Jungkook flirted. You laughed, looking up at him and rolling your eyes before digging through your bag.

“I might do…..uhhhh…yeah! Here’s one!” You pulled out a thin strip of plaster and went to remove the plastic. Jungkook intervened. 

“Here, let me.” He took the plaster and gently placed it on your cut. You winced faintly but sighed soon after as he finished neatening up the patch. “All done, you’re good to go!”

“Ah, thank you so much! I’m sorry if I bothered you. You seemed like you were in the middle of an important phone call.” 

“Pfft, no no don’t worry. I was trying to get away.” Jungkook smiled “You kinda saved my ass so I had to return the favour.”

Nodding politely, you got up to leave “Well, I best be on my way. Thank you so much again. Kind of glad it was you who-”

Suddenly you were interrupted by a booming voice coming from down the path. 

“JUNGKOOK YOU ALREADY KNOW I’M GONNA BEAT YOU ON OUR RUN TODAY, AND NO CHEATING THIS TIME!”

Jungkook sighed, murmuring under his breath “Taehyung…”

“That sound’s like my cue to leave!” You laughed “See you!” 

You walked away as Taehyung finally caught up to where Jungkook was still standing. 

“Who was that? Do you have a secret girlfriend I don’t know about Kookieee?” Taehyung teased, slapping him on the back while Jungkook stood there, still staring at your walking figure as you rounded the corner. 

“H-huh? No, she was just…a girl.” He mumbled. Taehyung chuckled at his dumbfounded expression, putting a foot on the bench to tie his shoe. 

“Well, lighten up. I hope this isn’t an excuse to get out of this run just because you’re scared I’ll beat you-.” He got up and looked around back at Jungkook. But was met with a space. 

Because Jungkook wasn’t there. Jungkook was halfway down the path, running in the direction you had gone. 

He had to get your number. He KNEW you were different. And he wasn’t losing that. 

To cut a long story short, he got your number. 

- 

HOUR THREE

Jungkook was interrupted in his daydream by the loud ringtone of his phone. Quickly hauling it out of his pocket, he was met with Taheyung’s picture. 

“Hello?” He answered glumly. 

“Wow, you sound miserable! What’s up with you?” 

Jungkook sighed angrily “Y/n and I got in a fight. So I’ve gone out for a bit.”

“What did you do this time? Come one, let me hear it.” Jungkook heard Taehyung sit, indicating he should start his story right away.

After he finished telling the story, Jungkook was met with silence. “Hello? Tae? You still there?”

“Oh, I’m still here. I just wanted you to sit with what you just told me for a few seconds because WOW you can be so stupid sometimes.”

Jungkook groaned “Can you not make me feel more guilty than I already do?” 

“Look, both of you need to chill before you talk to each other. Maybe go get something to eat and chill for a bit more. We can meet another day.”

“Yeah, no shit. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Bye Kookiee!” Taehyung sang as Jungkook hit the red button. 

At the mention of food, he realised how hungry he was. Walking back to his car, he craved a certain type of food. Although it was some way away, he knew he HAD to go.

And so off he went.

-

HOUR FOUR

The coffee shop. Not the most extravagant place to have your first date but, with Jungkook, it seemed like a perfect setting to fall in love. And that was what was happening. Both your guy’s pastries were long forgotten as you both talked and talked for hours on end. 

“You seem like such a muffin girl,” Jungkook said, laughing to himself. 

“What the heck does that mean?” You gasped, mocking your offensive and putting a hand to your chest. “Muffins are good, it's a coffee shop delicacy!”

Jungkook laughed harder “I know muffins are popular but I didn’t think people actually ATE the blueberry ones! The chocolate chip ones are right there!”

You pushed him lightly, chuckling to yourself “That’s so mean! I happen to like my blueberry muffins and if you don’t like that then there’s the door!” 

“Come onnn, you know I'm kidding. I think it’s adorable that you’re weird like that.”

“Thank you!” You exclaimed and took a bite of your muffin “.....Wait… WEIRD?”

-

“Sir…Hello?” Jungkook was immediately pulled out of his daydream by the server at the till. “Your order is ready!”

Embarrassed, he mumbled a quick thank you before taking his cinnamon bun (the blueberry muffin he bought for you to eat later) and going to find a seat. 

The cafe was not as empty as he thought it would be, considering the hour that he was there. There was a businessman on the phone in the corner near the window, a teenage couple laughing at each other's phone on the couch side and then a woman and her baby sat on a table. 

Jungkook decided to sit nearer to the woman. She smiled at him as he sat, rocking the sleeping baby in her arms. In a sleepy state, the baby dropped the toy and landed right near Jungkook’s feet. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, your baby dropped this.” He said lowly to not make up the peaceful infant.

“Oh gosh! Thank you! Silly girl, always dropping things and then crying when he loses it!” The mother took the toy and smiled sweetly. “If only my husband were this attentive.” She motioned towards the businessman on the phone. “He would have never spotted that even if it was flying right at his face!”

Jungkook gulped. Is this what Y/n feels like all the time? A partner that’s distracted and away even when he’s with her?

At that moment he realised he had to go home. 

He had to be with you and tell you that he was a fool. 

He had to tell you how much he loves you. 

- 

HOUR FIVE

“Well thank you for walking me home.” you stopped at your front door. “You don’t have to do it every date though! I’m perfectly fine walking back alone!”

“No way, I’d never let my lady walk back by herself in the dark. That’s not how the Jeons role!”

You froze. He’d never called you that before. 

“Y-your lady?” you stuttered. The recognition of the nickname made Jungkook freeze too.

“Oh, uh. I didn’t mean MY lady as in, you’re my property because you’re a strong, independent woman and no one could ever own you I just meant that-” 

Your laughter interrupted his rambling “Kook….are you trying to make this official?”

“Uh, I think so. I mean…fuck…I want to. I'm trying to I mean.”

You walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Then I’m officially yours, Kook.”

-

Your old apartment door raced past Jungkook as he sped back to you. The different memories of your relationship filled his mind. Memories of your first kiss and the feeling he had walking home afterwards. The first time you were introduced to his friends. How Taehyung immediately recognised you from the park. The first time you guys got intimate with each other, the image of your face as he entered you played over and over again in his mind. 

He knew from the bottom of his heart that you were the one for him. He wanted to marry you one day, wanted to someday start a family with you. No matter what, he wanted to grow old with YOU. and just you. Nobody else. 

But he needed to fix things in the here and now. No way would he end up like the guy from the coffee shop. He wanted to be with you at all times. He was just too stupid to realise what had become of the relationship.

Pulling up outside the apartment complex, he knew he had one chance to make this right. 

He wasn’t gonna fuck up this time.

-

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[bucknastysbabe]

Walk your talk

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Bucky survives and settles down back in New York. His wife discovers at SSR Bucky has been ahem- exaggerating around the lunch table. Punishment ensues. A good boy should know to keep his mouth shut. Right?

Tags: Period typical sexism, Bucky pretends to be tuff™️ but is the biggest sub in the universe, SSR gang reunited and by that I only mean Peg n Sousa are allowed, men wearing panties, chubby!subby!bucky, dom!reader, pnv!sex, orgasm denial, SO MUCH TEASING, subspace, Bucky just wants to be the best boy to ever, kinda fluffy, aftercare

A/N: This was already in the bullpen hahaha BTTOH is about 75% done. Writing full ass chapters confuddles me but it’s about GROWTH. Also I love sub chub buck

1952

Bucky worked at the Strategic Scientific Reserve. He was a top dog— the heroic best friend of the dear Captain America and famed Howling Commando. He’d been working there since he lost his arm in the war. Howard Stark had since designed him a new one with some plans he said ‘certainly were not smuggled from a Nazi bunker’. He was happily married and recovering day by day.

Bucky’s pretty little wife was perfect. She never complained, and made his lunch for him every day. His coworkers would jab about Bucky having her under his thumb— how he probably gave it to her good. He’d laugh and go along with the talk, shrugging off their questions. Peggy would hound him about defending her honor and he figured he should before it got out of hand. He didn’t really prioritize that…being on a new case and all.

To Bucky’s consternation, it got out of hand as predicted. He was at a company cocktail party on Stark’s fancy pool property. He warmly smiled at his best girl, a big hand resting on the small of her back. She nuzzled his shoulder and cooed, “C’mon big guy, when are you going to let me meet some of these men? I’ve had an earful every night.” He shook his head with a laugh, calling over Johnson and Krzeminski. The pair of men were tipsy and goofily strode over.

Bucky introduced her, “Hey boys this is the wife!She’s interested in putting a face to the two who get on my damn nerves.” He pointed at the tall blonde, “That arrogant bastard is Johnson, and the lerch there is Krzeminski.” She airily laughed, a beautiful noise to Bucky. The woman teased, “Oh hush, I’m sure you two are perfectly ordinary!”

Krzeminski guffawed before slurring, “Ah Barnes I see why you kept her hidden. You’re a gem!”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as she blushed and laughed it off.

Ray continued as he elbowed Johnson, “Yeah, Barnes has told us all about you. I wish my wife took obeying so seriously, lemme’ get her over my knee for once.” The blonde chuckled lowly, eyeing the confused lady. Bucky intervened, “Alright. Thanks boys, we’re going to get something to drink now. Maybe some water for you Ray.” He clutched the man’s shoulder in a facsimile of warmth but gripped roughly, causing Krzeminski to wince in pain.

Bucky led his other half away internally cringing at his coworkers words. He should’ve nipped this in the bud earlier. She looked up at him, a sharp brow lifting up in question. Bucky stuttered to respond but she held up a hand. She asked, “What was that all about dear? What did you tell them?”

Bucky ran a hand over his brow and replied, “Y’know how guys get— just talk.”

“Just talk about our sex life? I guess you didn’t tell them the truth.”

Her painted lips turned into a frown, sending his heart to cracking. Bucky mumbled, “They worship the ground I walk on and I just got carried away— m’sorry sweetheart.” She rolled her eyes and looked up at his sorrowful blues. Her manicured hand reached up to thumb at his reddened cheeks.

“I understand. Maybe shut any future talk down baby,” her soft gaze hardened, “I doubt they want to know what happens when you misbehave. Who really gets taken over the knee, hm?” Bucky’s mouth gaped like a fish, his full cheeks flushing further at his baby’s words. He gulped, “N-no sweetheart, m’so sorry.” Bucky’s skin crawled as shame licked up his spine. He shifted in place, looking away from his wife’s piercing stare. He was in the dog house now.

“I think we need to head home Bucky-bear. Obviously you need a punishment for behavior like this.” A strangled noise leapt out of Bucky’s throat at her words. He didn’t need to be punished— Bucky just wanted to be her good boy but was doing poorly at that. She cooed, “Poor baby. You’ll be fine. Now go say your goodbyes.”

Bucky frowned and stalked off, saying sullen goodbyes to the partygoers. He waved off Sousa and Peggy asking about his mood, scurrying to the car instead. His wife waited in the passenger side, idly checking her nails. Bucky got in the two-door, avoiding her pointed gaze. She spoke softly, “I’m really disappointed in you sweetheart. I wouldn’t even speak, much less lie about our sex life to coworkers.” The brunette’s throat bobbed with emotion.

“It was messed up, I shouldn’t do that. M’sorry.”

Her voice cut him like a blade when she responded, “Sorry isn’t cutting it tonight. When I get out of my shower at home I expect you on the bed wearing your pretty things. Bad boy.”

Bucky whimpered.

“‘M not a bad boy,” he weakly protested. His face was red from embarrassment with hot tears welling up. His metal hand creaked against the steering wheel. She patted his thigh, giving it a squeeze as she teased, “You haven’t been acting like my best boy Buck. Don’t worry, I’ll get you sorted out.” He whined lowly, his dick traitorously jumping at her mean words and soft touch.

The rest of the drive she maddeningly stroked and gripped at his thigh. Bucky felt an oncoming haze at the edges of his mind— blurring and scrambling his thoughts. His cock was full to bursting, stuffed uncomfortably in his slacks. Bucky whined through his nose at the pain. She cooed, hand traveling up his thigh to brush against his need. He swallowed down a mewl.

“You’re something else. Getting hard when you’re being punished. Such a bad boy.”

Bucky frowned again then shot her a pitiful look. He wasn’t a bad boy, atleast he wasn’t trying to be! Bucky blinked dumbly at the road. His wife’s voice came through the haze, “C’mon Buck don’t go dumb on me yet. Parking is on the left.” On autopilot, he managed to park the car and escort his lady out.

She stepped in front of him, shouldering off the offered hand. Bucky moaned in distress and followed behind her like a lovesick puppy. He whined, “Don’t leave me behind!” The woman turned around with a smirk, eyes roving across his form. She replied, “Quit being needy baby— I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky softened slightly at the pet name but his cock stirred again.

He dug the heel of his palm into the swollen flesh, biting his lip to stifle noise. Bucky’s wife tutted and slapped at his hand, then turned to open the door to their brownstone. She kicked off her heels and walked to their room. Bucky did the same, calling her name as he followed her along. He watched hungrily as she unzipped her dress, smiling softly.

“Go change your clothes, puppy. I’m having my shower and you better be ready when I’m out.”

She moved away towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Bucky winced and his heart fell when he heard the lock. He pouted now, sullenly going to the ‘special drawer’. He rifled through the lingerie, settling on a baby blue set he knew she liked. “Brings out your eyes,” he remembered her whispering. He flushed and shivered at the memory.

Bucky stripped off his coat and yanked down his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt with frantic fingers, doing the same to his pants. Bucky moaned helplessly when he pushed down his underwear, brushing against his sensitive cock. The swollen member hit his belly when he uncovered it. Taking a deep breath Bucky collected and folded the clothes. He trembled with anticipation, heart thudding rapidly.

He slipped on the soft stockings first, shuddering at the feeling. Next came the garter, which Bucky shimmied on, his face flushing deeper in hot shame. He pulled at it, the material cutting into his softened waist and belly. He frowned down at the poorly fitting garter. His pretty baby was going to tease him to tears. Grabbing the last article of clothing, Bucky gazed at the skimpy panties. He had no clue where his wife even ordered them but he slipped on the silk clothing.

The soft material felt nice against his sensitive skin, Bucky’s lashes fluttering in response. When he pulled them up over his hips he mewled softly. The tight panties were snug against his leaking cock and achy balls. His left hand whirred as it twitched towards his crotch. He groaned, restraining himself or he’d be an even worse boy.

Bucky gingerly walked to the big bed and sat on the edge, tucking his arms behind his back. He whimpered in need, clenching his eyes closed to blot out the bright light. Bucky chewed on his lip as he waited, listened, and waited. He vaguely heard her humming and a couple of objects moving around. The fog began to collect around the edge of the brunette’s thoughts again, swaddling his racing mind. The humiliation of the lingerie and perching himself like a needy whore was fueling Bucky’s heady desire.

“Buck?,” came a soft voice. His missus voice. Bucky whined lowly, keeping his head down. He heard her bare feet padding across the floor. The light clicked off and a candle was lit. She instructed him to look up. He could see the outline of her until she got closer, his baby coming into view. Her eyes were soft but her face was locked into a predatory expression.

Bucky’s lips trembled as she caressed his jaw. She breathed, “Oh Bucky- you look so sweet. Like a good boy.” Oh please, Bucky thought. All he wanted to be was her good boy.

She crawled onto his thick thighs, seating herself flush to her husband. Bucky whimpered thinly, twitching.

“Lay back now,” she whispered into the shell of his ear. Following orders Bucky dropped back, no usual finesse on his part. Everything sounded dull and his muscles were lax. But he was keyed up to a 10. Bucky tried to speak but ended up whining and slurring nonsense; to which she pressed a finger against his lips. Her wide eyes sparkled when she murmured, “Shh bear. I’ve got you. This won’t be long- I know you’re sorry.”

“S’sorry,” Bucky cried lowly.

She stroked a tiny hand down his chest, soothingly stroking at the built muscle. She laid featherlight kisses onto his jaw and neck. Bucky preened, moaning at the soft touches. He faintly jerked when his wife’s fingertips swirled around his peaked nipple. Her lips split into a wide grin as she pinched at the sensitive nub. She teased, “So responsive, easy little thing.” Bucky was reeling when his girl combined the pinches with a roll of her hips.

“F-fuck!,” he cried.

Her hands moved down to the garter, rubbing at the flesh rolling out around it. Bucky’s wife taunted, “Oh, s’gotten a little tight hm? Maybe instead of yammering about our relationship around the lunch table you should get back to boxing?” Bucky gasped in mortification, his dick spurting out pre at the same time. She continued, “My plump little housewife at home— y’think they’d suspect it?“ She groped meanly at the fluff on Bucky’s belly, him squirming and whining in response.

“S-stop,” he begged, blue eyes watery and wide.

Bucky liked the humiliation so much, but he wouldn’t— couldn’t admit it out loud. His cock could clearly show you how much he was into it. It currently was staining the front of the silk panties. The woman tilted her head as she replied, “Oh sorry baby, was that mean? I don’t care.” Bucky sniveled at her response, tears rolling down his full cheeks.

Her hand finally, finally reached the hem of the underwear. The woman pulled down the blue silk to reveal Bucky’s cock. He hissed at the cold air hitting his hot skin. She marveled at his swollen member, flushed almost purple and profusely leaking. She moaned lowly, “Oh baby, that looks like it hurts. Want me to play with it?” Bucky nodded viciously, little whiny ‘yesses’ falling from his plump lips.

His wife rudely spat into her palm then wrapped her lithe hand around him. Bucky yelped like he’d been burned, twitching underneath her. Bucky hoped he was being good enough for her because she was still so angry. She ruthlessly jacked his cock, scolding Bucky about how bad he’d been. The brunette moaned non-stop, drooling pathetically. He was close already, his balls drawing up painfully.

He cried out his baby’s name, feeling his orgasm begin and followed by absolutely nothing. Bucky blanched at the loss, registering the denial seconds too late. He let out a confused sob, shaking intensely. Bucky mewled, “Nnno please baby— oh m’sorry sorry m’so sorry. Fuck it hurts s’bad, oh god!” He squirmed at his balls aching, the sensitive flesh swelling up even more. She pecked him on the lips, circling her thumbs on his plush sides patiently.

“That’s a good boy, shush, be still, taking your punishment so well. So proud of you sweet, handsome thing.”

‘Yes, yes,’ Bucky thought earnestly. He could deal with the pain if he got his miss to praise him like that. His stomach flipped excitedly at the prospect of her forgiving him. A delirious smile flicked onto Bucky’s face. She pressed a kiss to his delicate nose, her hand speeding up again. Bucky fluctuated between whiny cries and deep moans as she worked his cock.

“That’s so good, my pretty. My Bucky being such a good boy for me.”

“‘M your good boy?,” Bucky echoed in a frantic voice.

“Mhm,” she sighed.

Her thumb swirled around his sensitive tip relentlessly, not stopping until Bucky’s legs were shaky and he was sniffling. He whined, “Oh doll, miss, Jesus Christ, oh!” When he approached the jumping off point she pulled back again. His face crumpled and he sobbed hoarsely, gripping his hands so hard in the sheets she heard them ripping. Bucky’s brain was fried at this point as he wept. His wife stroked his sweaty hair, scratching her nails into his scalp.

“S’okay Buck, you’re okay,” she soothed.

His chest wrenched with another sob, throwing his head back. His angelic demon of a partner asked, “D’ya wanna come bear?” Bucky could only let out a string of incoherent whimpers, his eyes fluttering and nose running. Bucky knew he looked like a mess— but she gazed at him like he hung the moon. She pressed herself on top of him, breasts against his wide chest. She grasped his chin and thumbed the drool away.

Bucky’s sobbing had died down to breathless pants as he watched her. “Color?,” she inquired. Batting the heavy cotton out of his brain Bucky managed a weak ‘green ma’am’. He sniffled again at the ache between his thighs, pounding and heady. She whispered, “Kiss me then?” The brunette puckered his lips and she closed the gap.

Bucky thinly moaned her name, desperately seeking her approval. He couldn’t move his lips as confidently as he usually did. She picked up the slack, kissing Bucky even more senseless. Her tongue roved around his mouth and massaged his own softly. He rutted up against her wet sex out of instinct.

His baby laughed into his mouth meanly and pulled back. Bucky chased her lips only to receive a tut. He whined in frustration, tears threatening to well up again. She grinned as she spoke, “Hush now— you’ve been doing so good. Crybaby.” Bucky pouted and clenched his fists up. He knew he’d been a weepy thing but didn’t need a reminder.

“I’m just teasing! I know you’re hurting bad. Think you can handle my pussy now? Not gonna blow your load immediately like a needy slut are you?”

Bucky shook his head vigorously. He was going to prove himself but he couldn’t find the words for it. She laughed again and reached down between them to guide his cock into her. Her composure broke at the stretch, the woman’s lips falling open in a moan. Bucky painfully groaned and shut his eyes, afraid he’d blow from seeing how pretty his wife looked above him.

She stayed still and gave him some time. Bucky was reeling from the feeling of her snug, wet heat around his achy cock. He cried, “Ah- ah— fuck!” Her legs wrapped around his hips as she rolled them over, Bucky now on top. He blinked at her and braced his hands to keep his full weight from bearing down.

“C’mon and show me how it’s done, slut. Punish me big man, like ya’ tell your friends,” she taunted and slapped his ass.

Bucky whined, dimly pondering if that was the only noise he could articulate now. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in with a slap. She arched her back, face smugly looking up. Bucky trembled and tried to fight his body screaming at him to release. He knew his wife would have to give permission first. Again he drew back and jerked into her.

“That’s the best you can do? I said fuck me James.”

Bucky’s cheeks were wet with tears again. He had to be a good boy even if it was going to be the last thing he did. He’d always been told he was stubborn. With a shaky exhale he started an easy pace into her lax body. He bit down on his lower lip, grunting and whining like he was hurt. She gasped and gripped onto his broad shoulders. Pretty legs wrapped around his soft waist, goading him on.

Bucky felt the initial insistent heat in his loins die down, thrusting into his girl harder. “Yeah, yeah that’s it puppy,” she chanted. Bucky latched his swollen lips onto her breasts: biting, sucking, and licking. The woman’s cunt leaked more at the roughening thrusts, wet noises filling the air. She whined his name when Bucky suckled at her nipple.

Bucky keened and moved a hand down to her sensitive bundle of nerves. He had to make his angel come. The sargeant slurred, “M’your good boy.” She moaned in excitement and gripped at his dark hair. The woman cried out, “You are- fuck don’t stop!” Bucky swirled his thumb around her clit harder, feeling her cunt draw tight around him. She yanked at his hair as she throatily rasped, “The best boy, come with me Buck c’mon sweetheart. Love you.”

Bucky’s heart leaped, his wife had granted him permission. Needy kisses were laid on Bucky’s sensitive throat. One hand gripped his hair, the other lovingly rubbing at his back. “Love you,” Bucky weeped. She dug her heels in as she writhed, moaning Bucky’s name like a prayer.

Bucky was frantically rutting into her now. He couldn’t stop— chasing their orgasm like a mad man.

Sweat dripped down Bucky’s neck and chest. He gathered his baby’s lips into a kiss, crying out between lip locks. He whimpered, “Mh! Gonna come baby gonna f’you up, ah sorry can’t stop!” He repeated his needy apologies as he took from her. She yelped in ecstasy and tightened around Bucky’s cock. Her moans pitched up as she rocketed into a peak.

She pulled his hair one last time and threw her head back, exposing the column of her throat. Bucky wailed when he emptied into her tight pussy. He slammed his hips into hers, milking himself one last time. The pulse of her hot cunt felt like a gut punch. Bucky needily babbled on as his balls emptied. He trembled down to his toes and tucked his face into her neck.

He shook through the orgasm, feeling like hours had passed before the pleasure was less intense. She cooed and praised Bucky throughout the whole ordeal, gently replying to his slurred nonsense with a smile on her pretty face. She tapped his cheek and Bucky groggily raised his head to look. His wife chuckled, “Oh Buck you’re so cute. Did so well baby boy.”

Bucky rasped, “Thank you s’much.” He wasn’t sure if he was responding to the compliment or the magical sex. She rolled Bucky to his side, him sliding out in the process with a whimper. His wife cuddled closer and hugged him tightly— exactly how he liked after a punishment. Bucky blinked away some welling tears. His mind was clear enough that he murmured, “I’ll straighten everything out at work, I promise. I didn’t mean to shame you.”

“I know bear, I know. Just relax now. We’re alright. I love you, I’m here, you’re my good boy, I’m not going anywhere.”

[brooooswriting]

if you’re able to i’d like to request a Natasha x Reader where natasha isn’t used to love and affection and sincere compliments and stuff so reader is like always spoiling her and giving her all her love and affection and calls her beautiful and all that through their relationship just some cute fluff and it just makes natasha feel so special and loved and realizes reader is the one for her and they say i love you to each other for the first time

Worth it

“Hey beautiful” you said as you walked into Nats bedroom with two bags in your hands. “I was out for my run and came across a cute shop and look what I got.” You continued before throwing yourself on the bed next to the redhead.

“Here, they had these gummies and nerds and fruit roll ups.” You started while pulling the stuff out of the bag “oh and these chips you know the ones that are kinda spicy. Ahh here they are and pop tarts I know Thor ate your last ones…” you stopped mid sentence when you saw Natasha’s confused look. “Why did you buy all of this? You don’t even like 90% of the stuff you bought.” To say she was confused was an understatement, which only got worse when your eyes filled with so much love and adoration.

“Oh hun, you’re right, I don’t like this stuff, but I know you do. It’s for you, I couldn’t help but buy all of this when it reminded me of you.” You slowly explained and Natasha’s face turned to the color of her hair making you chuckle. “Ouhhh, well thank you. I appreciate it. You want me to repay you?” Her voice was quiet and you could see that she was embarrassed.

“Sure” you answered and were kinda shocked when she turned away to get her money. But you quickly wrapped your hands around her waist pulling her closer to you and softly kissing her lips.

You knew that she went through a lot and has always been taken advantage of, so you always did your best to make her feel good.

“What was that? I thought you wanted me to pay you” she said genuinely confused making you smile. “That was all I wanted and maybeeee a date tonight?” You said laying your hand on her cheek, your thumb slowly stroking over it. “You don’t have to take me out, I know that you normally play video games with Tony tonight. I don’t wanna intervene.”

It hurt you when you heard Nat talk like that. All you want is for her to feel loved and not long ago you figured out that you would give your life for her to be happy.

“You’re not, trust me. Plus I already have a table booked” you grinned making her nod. “I’ll see you in the living room at 7, dress fancy please” you pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before leaving.

This was probably like your 50th date with Romanoff and you guys still weren’t in a official, real relationship. Whenever you wanted to ask her you either had the feeling that she wasn’t ready or something came in between but it didn’t matter. Deep down you knew that she was yours and everybody knew that you were hers.

At 7 pm sharp you saw Natasha walk into the living room with a fancy black dress and her hair flowing down her shoulder. You know these moments in movies where the woman walks into the room and the men just stand there admiring and unable to say anything? Yeah, that’s you right now. Your mouth slightly open and your gaze fixed on her face. The team laughing was what got you out of your trance.

“You look stunning, my love” was the first thing you said making her blush even more. “Thank you, so do you” it was more of a mumble but that was fine. You took her hand in yours and made your way outside and into the car.

When you drove to the restaurant you had her hand in yours with your thumb stroking the back of her hand. As you arrived you quickly jumped out of the car to open the door for her.

The two of you made small talk while eating and you made sure to use every opportunity to compliment her. When you noticed that she was getting tired you ordered the check and got your card out.

“No, let me pay” Her card also already in her hand and after a bit of arguing you insisted on paying. But what was a nice gesture for you was an obligation for her.

You suggested that you walk back to the compound as it wasn’t that far and the night was beautiful. So you walked back with your arm around her shoulder and Nat pressed into your side. After a couple of minutes you could feel her shivering and press eben further into you and as much as you enjoyed the closeness you wanted her to be warm. When you removed Natasha from your side you heard a small whine.

“Here take my jacket” you said pulling it off and draping it over her shoulders. Knowing that she will protest you were quick to pull her back into you to keep walking. She grumbled a bit which you quickly shut down with a “pretty women shouldn’t be cold”.

The closer you got to the compound the more nervous Natasha got. She liked you a lot but she wasn’t ready for that Stepp and it scared her unbelievable. She didn’t want you to be just another fuck. She wanted a healthy relationship.

You were fast to notice the change in her behavior and stopped in the hallway to her room. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked carefully knowing that it was hard to open up for her. “I, I can’t do this. I’m sorry but I just can’t” she rushed out walking closer to her room with you behind her. “Wh…what?” You heart broke in that moment as you thought she was talking about your relationship.

“I can’t sleep with you, I, I m not ready. I’m so so sorry, I’ll give you back the money and…” your heart broke a second time this evening, but this time for her. You engulfed her in a hug. She stopped talking and pressed herself further into you with her head in the crook of your neck, tears spilling out.

“The goal of the night was not to sleep with you Natty, I just wanted you to feel special, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong expression.” You whispered into her ear while rubbing circles on her back. Still hugging her you walked her into her room and sat her on the bed.

“Come on, change your clothes and then go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead and were about to leave when you heard a small ‘wait’ so you turned around.

“Can you stay? Please?” She questioned making your heart melt. “Are you sure? I’m not mad if you don’t want me to. We all need time for our selves.” The only answer you got was a grumpy ‘stay‘. So you did but went to your room to change into sleeping boxer shorts (they’re just really comfy) and a hoodie while bringing another one for tomorrow morning.

When you came into the room Natasha was already in bed so you carefully settled next to her. As soon as your back hit the bed the redhead was on top of you with her leg over yours and her arm around her your waist.

As you hugged her back the two of you fell asleep.

——————————————————————————

When Nat woke up the next morning the bed was empty which scared her at first but she discovered a hand written note on your pillow.

“Good morning beautiful,

I’m sorry I’m not there when you wake up but Steve called me for a mission and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope you have a good day and that I’ll see you when I’m back.

I adore you,

Love Y/n

Ps. I left breakfast in the oven <3”

Her heart melted as she read the note and stored it in her bedside table.

When she was about to leave the room she noticed one of you hoodies laying on a chair and decided to throw it on. So she made her way to the kitchen in a jogging trouser and your hoodie.

She didn’t expect you to be back so early so her face turned red with embarrassment when you walked into the kitchen to see her in your hoodie eating breakfast. It seemed like you already showered and put on normal clothes.

“You look stunning in my clothes darling” aas the only thing you said before making two coffees and sitting next to her pushing one of the cups over.

She mumbled a thank you and leaned into you making you blush. “How about a chill night on the couch tonight? Just to watch a couple of movies and cuddle, hm?” You asked while repeatedly kissing her forehead. Just as she was about to answer Tony interrupted.

“I’m sorry bud, but tonight is party night. Mandatory for the both of you. We need to convince some people so dress sexy and be nice. “ and with that he disappeared leaving the two of you disappointed.

So you and Natasha got ready separately but you decided to pick her up at her room. You knocked before stepping in seeing her in front of her table looking at necklaces. “Hey, I can’t decide which necklace” she said clearly frustrated.

You smirked and pulled one out of your pocket. It was a silver heart with some diamonds on and on the back it said ‘I’ll be forever yours’.

“Here, how about that one?” You said and gave it to her. “It’s beautiful. Can you put it on for me?” You could see her eyes watering but took the necklace nonetheless. You closed it and pressed light kisses onto the back of her neck.

“Ready to go?” Natasha nodded and took your hand before walking to the party. Now it was your time to blush.

You guys have been on the party for a while now and you were extremely annoyed. Everybody kept staring at Nat and these guys Tony wanted you to impress had no fucking limit. You really tried to keep yourself together but the moment one of those guys touched the redheads butt without consent, making her extremely uncomfortable you couldn’t keep it together.

In a matter of seconds your fist connected with his face and he fell to the ground making the people around you, including Nat, gasp. “Touch or even look at her one more time and I won’t leave it with a broken nose!” You threatened. Everybody was looking at you and Natasha looked at you as if she was scared of you.

You panicked and decided to just leave the party running off. “Y/n. Wait!” The spy was running after you catching you just outside the compound with a hand on your wrist.

“What the hell was that?” She asked you slightly out of breath. “What do you mean? He touched you and you were clearly uncomfortable! Was I supposed to just let him take advantage of you? Just because Tony wants these guys to do something for him and you were nice enough to help? You’re not a piece of meat! And nobody should be able to take advantage of you just because you’re sexy!” You ranted, you don’t think you’ve ever been this mad.

But your Monolog was stopped when the woman in front of you jumped into your arms kissing you with so much passion that you thought you were going to faint. “Thank you so much” she mumbled into your neck before saying something that nearly made you drop her. “I love you” you couldn’t believe it and your brain took a rather long time to realize it.

“I love you too” you said and kissed her again while hugging her tighter.

“So what do you think about a milkshake?” Her excited nod told you everything and you made your way to one of Tony’s expensive sport cars. He was going to pay for tonight.

I hope that this is what you wanted and that you like it. Feel free to text me again if it’s not :)

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Man Who Can't be Moved (a.i)

You, Again Spin Off

Pairing: Soulmate! Ashton Irwin x Soulmate! fem! Reader

Requested? Yes, by the amazing @littledrummerangie

Summary: Ashton is giving up on finding his soulmate after all his friends have their "happily ever after" But fate is funny... and sometimes a bitch.

Warnings: Kinda angsty feelings but with fluff. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language I'm sorry)

Word Count: 4K

Author's Note: This was overdue! I had so much fun writing it! Remember the REBLOGS are super important and so are COMMENTS and INTERACTIONS please SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading 🥰🦋🌻

My masterlist // tag list in bio!

Ashton prided himself on having patience. A lot of patience, actually, growing up as the oldest child and then having a group of friends that never quite grew up from the childish mischiefs of teenagers will give you lots and lots of patience. So it took a lot for him to ever say:

“I’m done!”

Michael crooked his brow at the sudden outburst of the previously quiet man and lowered his drink.

“You haven’t even finished your sandwich,” Calum answered with a mouthful of leftover spring rolls from the night before.

“I don’t think that’s what he meant…” Michael intervened.

Ashton groaned, throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling of their break room. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he was just thinking about it. And now Michael is looking at him with pity in his eyes.

“I’m just done!” He repeated, not caring anymore as his hands went to cover his face.

“C’mon, Ash! you can’t just give up!”

“Who’s giving up?” Luke chimed in as he entered the room with his own lunchbox, proudly wearing his new wedding band in his left hand. Ashton groaned again.

“Ashton says he’s done”

“But his sandwich is right there,”

“That’s what I said!” Calum cheered, opening up his soda can.

“Could you guys just-” Ashton groaned as he sat up again, running a hand down his face before letting out a deep breath “Nothing, forget it”

The guys looked at each other and then at their friend, not knowing what could be wrong for him to suddenly burst in the middle of a working day. Michael offered him a small smile as he put his hand over Ashton’s shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze. Ashton nodded but didn’t lift his gaze.

“Ash, what’s wrong?” Calum asked, now concerned with his friend's attitude.

“Nothing, I’m fine”

“And I’m the king of England”

“Luke-” Michael warned with a pointed look “Ash, you can talk to us, you know?”

“I know,” He sighed “And I will if I need to- Anyway, it’s late and I got some paperwork to fill”

“But we just sat-”

Yet the words of his friends fell silent to his ears as Ashton stood up and gave his sandwich to Calum, grabbed a bottle of water, and left the break room in the middle of their lunch hour without saying another word.

If was honest with himself, he knew he acted poorly toward his friends, but he knew he would make up with them eventually. It was just hard to see them today… No, it was hard being him today.

Ashton didn’t consider himself to be a lonely man. He enjoyed the company of his friends and he got along with his other co-workers. He had a family that loved him and that he loved back; a garden filled with plants and vegetables that he proudly shows off to anyone that asked; he’s an incredible dog-sitter even when his apartment didn’t allow pets and he had to sneak them all the time. He wasn’t lonely, but there was something missing.

No, there was something wrong! He was sure about it. How could it be that he’s twenty-eight years old and has still never found his soulmate?

It wasn’t a problem before, he didn’t even think about it twice. He was more than okay with staying single or being in short relationships with people who - like him - were just waiting to meet their right match. The only thing is that Ashton’s right match seemed to have never existed at all.

The world around him seemed to mock him for that fact. It first started at Luke’s wedding, the vows he exchanged with his soulmate didn’t leave a dry eye at the ceremony, and Ashton looked with pride and a bit of jealousy at how in love the newlyweds were the whole time, feeling his heartache at the longing for something like that.

Then it happened again when he overheard Michael on the phone with his soulmate. Their story was not an easy one. With it Ashton learned about the possibility of the soulmate mark disappearing, filling his head with intrusive thoughts about what could’ve happened to his soulmate and if that’s the reason he couldn’t find them. But when he heard Michael laugh and saw him smile wider than ever when talking to her, he knew those fears were just that and, if anything, fate will come through. He was really happy for them and their new beginning.

But today was something else entirely, something he couldn’t quite control and it happened when Calum was taking his first bite of food. The image of a dove was newly marked upon his skin, and even though Ashton was more than happy that he finally found his soulmate, it also hit him with the fact that he was the last one to find his soulmate. And that broke him.

All of his friends were happy and in love. All of their partners couldn’t have been more perfect for them. And while he shares their joys, it was hard not to dwell in the pain of knowing it might not happen for him. At this point, who knows if he even has a soulmate?

*

A few minutes later after failing to quiet his mind with some paperwork that’s not due in over a week, Ashton felt something light hit his head before a ball of paper appeared bouncing on his desk. When he looked up, he found Michael smiling at him from the door.

“Real mature,” Ashton said, rolling his eyes and going back to work.

Another paper ball hit him.

“Michael!”

“Grab your coat, we’re going out,” He said before turning away.

“It’s the middle of the day!”

Michael turned around so that only his head was visible through the door - even if the walls were still made of glass.

“And I’m your boss, so if I say let’s go, you go”

A string of curses left Ashton’s mouth as he reluctantly grabbed his coat and followed after his friend, catching up with him before the elevator came.

“You know, one day you’re going to get tired of that ‘I’m your boss’ excuse and that day I’ll finally be happy”

“Mmmh yeah… nope! I don’t see that happening”

“I’m going to quit”

“Good luck with that”

“I’m serious,”

“And I’m your boss so shut the hell up and let’s go”

When the elevator hit the lobby Ashton was more than ready to kill Michael, but the latter didn’t seem to care as he hummed a little song and walked out of the building with Ashton beside him.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re getting some coffee” Michael answered like it was nothing.

“We have a full-on working coffee machine at the office”

“I also want some donuts, is that a crime?”

No, but Ashton might commit one.

Still, he followed quietly, surprised to see that Michael hadn't started a conversation yet. He just kept on walking to the coffee shop a few streets down, humming the song that Ashton knows will haunt his dreams later on. But he was thankful for it.

He had to admit that this walk was not a bad idea - although a bad excuse - it helped him clear his head to be out of the office environment and away from those glass walls that create no sense of privacy. Now, he could actually breathe some fresh air and allow himself to relax.

“You’ll be okay,” Michael said, unprompted as they turned to the street of the coffee shop. Ashton looked at him, but he was smiling back already “I know you don’t want to talk about it so I’ll just say it. Your soulmate is out there somewhere and you’re going to find them. And you’ll be okay until then. You are an amazing person, Ash and anyone will be lucky to have you as their soulmate”

Ashton scoffed “Yeah right,”

“I’m serious! I believe Calum cried a little bit when he found out you two weren’t soulmates”

That made Ashton laugh and Michael considered a win, wrapping his arm around the older’s shoulders.

“If I know something about soulmates is that they come when you least expect them and are who you least expect them to be. And you, my friend, will find someone as weird as you. I promise”

Ashton pouted but still leaned his head on Michael’s shoulder as he patted his cheek like a father to his son.

“‘m not weird”

“Awww, yes you are. Do you know anyone else that lives barefoot but puts on socks to sleep?”

Michael laughed at Ashton’s offended face, opening the door to the coffee shop without really looking when someone was getting out. In a matter of seconds, this person seemed to have lost their balance when faced with two tall men hovering over the door, and they started to fall.

“Woah, hey!” Ashton said, catching the person with one hand on their waist and the other one holding them under their arm “Are you okay? Sorry about my friend here, he’s as clumsy as a…”

Yet his words got stuck in his tongue as the stranger lifted their head. If someone were to tell him that an angel appeared in front of him, he would believe them. This girl was wearing an old jersey and plain tights, her hair was wrapped in a bun under a beanie, and her face was clear of any trace of makeup. And when she looked at him, oh, Ashton could swear he had never seen those eyes before.

“No, no, I get it,” The girl said with the sweetest voice Ashton has ever heard, accompanied by a smile that made him forget his own name “I’m just glad I didn’t spill my hot chocolate all over you”

“Y-yeah! That would’ve been… something, yeah” He stumbled on his words, cursing internally at himself. Has this whole soulmate thing blocked him from ever talking to girls again?!

“Uh, thank you for catching me,” The girl said, blushing as she lowered her gaze.

“No, it’s- it’s nothing” Ashton smiled “I’m glad you’re okay and that your hot chocolate is okay”

He cringed but the girl just laughed. And god does he want to hear that sound again.

“You can - um - you can let go of me now. I promise I’m not going to fall”

Ashton’s eyes widened as he immediately let go of her “Shit! right, sorry! I promise I’m not a creep or anything! I just-”

The girl laughed again and put her hand on his shoulder, making Ashton stop his rambling at once.

“You’re fine, don’t worry about it” She smiled “Well, I got to go… see you around then?”

“Ye- yeah! See you…”

Ashton stepped back so that she could leave the coffee shop, she thanked him once more and waved goodbye as she turned the corner. Ashton stood there with a smile, waving back until she was completely out of sight.

“Well, that was painful to watch,” Michael said next to him, making him jump for he had forgotten his friend was still there “Anyway, the line is too long so we might have to go to the other one down the street if you don’t mind. Also, could you text Calum to see what donut he wants? My phone died”

Ashton rolled his eyes, taking his phone out “He’s getting the cinnamon one, he always gets the cinna-”

And there, just under his coat and under his shirt he could see something that wasn’t there before: a small black line barely making it out under the amount of fabric.

Immediately, Ashton pushed back his sleeves and gasped. There it was, a beautiful butterfly taking flight in the middle of his wrist. His soulmate mark.

“Holy fuck!” The two men exclaimed before Ashton turned around and ran in the direction the girl went.

He looked around the sea of people, trying to catch a glimpse of her. She couldn’t have gone far? Unless she had a car or took an Uber… No, she must live nearby, or at least he hoped she would. He just had to find her before it was too late! He had to at least know her name!

But she was nowhere to be found. Not in the streets or at the stores. And if Ashton wasn’t feeling down before, he sure as hell was now. Still, he knew he would see her again. So, he walked back to the coffee shop, defeated and with no motivation… until something on the floor caught his eye.

“Hey, you’re back! Have you found her?” Michael asked when he saw his friend come back.

“Nope,” Ashton sighed “But I got this!” In his hand, he held a beanie, but not just any beanie, it was the beanie she was wearing. Now, he was smiling “It must’ve flown away because of the wind!”

“Great! Now how are you going to give it to her?”

Ashton opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it when he realized he hadn’t had the foggiest idea.

“Maybe she’ll be back for it? I can wait for her here, I’ll just ask Calum to bring me my laptop so I can continue working… if that’s okay with you”

Michael shrugged “Fine by me! It’s your soulmate. But are you sure you’re going to wait for her to come back?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s a coffee shop. How hard can it be?”

*

Answer: Very.

The first day was easy. Calum and Luke practically sprinted toward the coffee shop once Ashton told them what happened and were very invested in the details. Michael had to go back to the office but allowed the boys to stay there and meet Ashton’s soulmate once she came back.

The problem is she didn’t come back that day.

Or the day after that.

Or the day after that one.

Ashton has taken it upon himself to bring his laptop every day and work from the coffee shop - a perk of having the boss as a best friend, one could say. He was there at 8 am when they opened and stayed till past 9 pm when they closed, and only then did he go home after the manager calmly explained to him that if he’d stay there any longer, he’d have to call the police. Always with the beanie next to him in case she were to appear.

At lunchtime he’d be joined by the guys, always offering the same sad smile and a shake of his head when they arrive to confirm that his soulmate has not come back yet.

“It’s been three days, Ash,” Calum says “Are you sure that’s her beanie?”

“I’m sure,” Ashton answered tiredly, playing with the piece of fabric with his hands. “Caitlyn says she comes around often, but not every day. So I’m sure it’s just a matter of time now”

“Who’s Caitlyn?”

“The second shift barista, she’s the one that bakes the cupcakes”

“Are you familiar with everyone in the shop?” Luke asked, Ashton, chuckled.

“Mostly, yeah! The first shift barista is Alan, he’s studying design so I might’ve found us a new intern by the end of the year. Lucy is the head baker, but she has Caitlyn and Jossie to help her during the day. The manager’s name is Greg and he’s always helping and doesn’t charge me for water refills”

“You’re spending half your salary in this shop every day so you’re not kicked out, they better not charge you for freaking water!” Michael commented under his breath.

“And the regulars. I don’t know their names but they are here every day around the same time” Ashton shrugged “I could be waiting in worse places, to be honest”

“As long as you’re sure…”

“Calum, I’ve waited all my life to meet my soulmate, what’s a day more? or a month? or a year?” He smiled “I finally know she’s out there somewhere, and she could come back any day now. I’ve lost her once and I’m not about to do it again”

And so he waited. And waited. And waited…

Every day he’d come back and fuel his caffeine addiction. On Saturday he decided to bring a book that he managed to finish. Jossie also offered him to try their new carrot cake for free and let him decide if it was good enough to put on the menu. Every once in a while his eyes would drift to the door, hoping to see her there and wondering what he would say once they are face to face again.

Is she thinking of him as well? Hoping to see him around town, maybe? Did she wonder where he could be right now, not knowing that he was waiting right there in the place where they met a few days ago when he discovered the beautiful mark on his wrist?

He thought it was ironic that he got a butterfly for a soulmate mark, knowing they don’t last long in the wild but are a wonderful spectacle to look at from afar. The first moment he got with his soulmate was just a glimpse of what could be, and now he’s hoping, praying even, to get to see it again.

Even on Sunday when the coffee shop was closed, he still went there and sat by the door. This time he convinced Calum to come with him and bring some drinks and snacks as they waited in the cold for hours to no avail. She still didn’t show up and now Cal had a runny nose and a cough.

But he didn’t lose hope. Every day at closing time, Caitlyn and Greg would come to say goodbye, saying how sorry they are that she didn’t show up yet. Ashton just smiled at them.

“She will. I know she will, I can feel it”

However, that feeling started to turn into worry when the one-week mark rolled around. This time his friends were already waiting for him inside the coffee shop, and Ashton knew what it meant.

“For the love of god, not an intervention”

Luke pulled up a cue card “Ashton, you are my friend and I love you very much -”

“Michael, is this your idea?”

“Hey!” Luke protested “At least let me finish before you interrupt me, I have some pretty nice stuff to say about you”

Ashton sighed and shook his head.

“Okay, fine! I get it, and you’re right. I should stop this and just go home and hope that fate will let us meet again”

“Ash-”

“But the thing is I’ve waited for fate to come around. For years I’ve waited to meet her and when I finally do, fate comes around and pushes her away from me! If I can’t trust fate then I’ll create my own. And the only solution for me was to just wait for her and see what happens because if my fate is so cruel to never let me see her again, it won’t be for a lack of trying on my part. You all have your soulmates and your happily ever afters, I just- I just thought that maybe this was the way to mine…”

When he looked back up, he saw the understanding on his friends’ faces.

“Ash, you know this isn’t healthy,” Luke said, taking a step closer and patting him on the back.

“I know,” He replied “But today marks a week, so boss? Is it okay if I stay here today and go back to the office tomorrow?”

Michael rolled his eyes “Of course, buddy. In fact, if she manages to show up today, you’ll have the rest of the week free”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then dinner and drinks on me”

When the guys left, Ashton walked up to the counter and made his regular order for breakfast. Alan smiled at him and gave him a cookie for their one-week anniversary. Ashton smiled and thanked him before going back to his usual spot and opening his laptop to start working. Maybe if he’s distracted by work the day could go faster.

The doors of the coffee shop opened and closed many times during the next few hours, but none of them caught Ashton’s eye for none of them were her. His hope was starting to falter as the morning grew into an early afternoon when the doors of the shop opened again.

“Excuse me?” He heard someone say and he froze in place “I think I might’ve left my beanie here a week ago? I was wondering if-”

Immediately Caitlyn shouted “Oh my god! Ashton!”

If that embarrassment wasn’t enough already, Ashton cringed before looking toward the counter. He didn’t see Caitlyn’s eyes gleaming with joy, or heard Greg’s thunderous claps, or even paid attention to Jossie and Lucy’s heads peeking from the kitchen window. All he could see was his soulmate looking back at him with an incredulous smile and dressed in a stewardess uniform.

Oh.

She made his way back to him at the same time he got up from his chair and met her halfway. The two of them were speechless, to say the least.

“Hi,”

“Hey!”

They both said at the same time and blushed. The girl looked away but Ashton could not stop staring at her, marveling at the sight. She was real, she was real and she was here in front of him!

“I- um… I got this for you” He said, reaching behind him and picking up her beanie from the table “I found it on the street the other day, and - yeah, I thought you might want it back”

The girl could barely hold her smile, carefully taking the beanie out of his hands.

“Thank you,”

“I also wanted to ask if you - well, if you got a -”

The girl laughed as she raised her hand and pulled on the sleeves of her coat, showcasing a perfect replica of Ashton’s butterfly as her soulmate mark. Ashton giggled and showed her his arm, letting the butterflies touch as they found each other again.

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” She said, smiling up at him “Ashton, right?”

“Yes, and you are…?”

“Y/N”

“Beautiful,” He couldn’t help but say, blushing at her smile.

“What a coincidence we find each other here again, huh?”

Ashton was about to answer but Greg beat him to it as he yelled “He’s been waiting here all week!”

If he ever wished for the earth to swallow him whole, now would be the right time for that wish to come true as he glared at Greg with panicked eyes. Y/N, on her part, turned to him with wide eyes and parted lips.

“You-”

“Look, I’m sorry,” Ashton apologized. “I never got your name and when I realized you were, well, my soulmate and then I found your beanie I just- I just thought that maybe I’d see you again when you came around for another hot chocolate?”

“You waited here for me for a whole week? I’ve been working, flying all over the country I never thought - Oh my god, I am the worst, aren’t I?”

“Huh?”

“I knew I should’ve come back the moment I noticed the mark! But I was already late for the airport and, well, I never thought someone could do these kinds of things for me. I’m so, so sorry I made you wait”

“What? no, no, no! Not at all!” Ashton instinctively went to cup her cheek, making her rambling stop in a second “I would’ve waited a hundred more days if it meant I’d get to see you again”

Y/N placed her hand on top of his and sighed “Could I maybe make it up to you over lunch? And we’ll get to know each other better”

Ashton laughed “You took the words right out of my mouth, angel. But…”

“Yeah?”

“Could we have lunch somewhere else? I’m kind of tired of the smell of coffee”

“Of course!” She smiled, grabbing Ashton by the hand and leading him out the door “My car is right there at the corner, would you mind coming with me and waiting five minutes so I can leave my luggage at home before we go?”

Ashton gave a slight tug on her hand and brought her closer.

“No problem. I’m a very patient man”

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[sergeantbuckybarnes]

girls like you // eddie munson

Summary: You'd had enough of Jason Carver's insults to your boyfriend and decide to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 725

Warnings: none

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, this hasn’t been proofread, so I apologize for any grammatical error it might have.

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You got yourself  bruised knuckles and three days of suspension but it was all worth it. Nothing compares to the satisfaction you felt when you punched Jason Carver's smug face and wiped the smirk off of his face.

The prick asked for it. Taunting you, bad mouthing your boyfriend. You weren't a violent person; on the contrary, if you asked anyone they would say you were “a being of light” , always kind and nice to others, and with a sweet smile on your face. Perhaps this is why Director Higgins was taken aback when you were accused of starting a fight in gym class.

“When did you stand so low to date Munson, Y/N? Didn’t know you were into fucking the devil,” He laughed, and the rest of his friends did it too. It almost seemed like they had it rehearsed.

"When did you become an idiot, Carver? Oh yeah. You've always been one!" You lunged at him, hand fisted and ready.

 You were way past the satanic cult “joke”. Eddie didn’t seem to mind, or if he did care, he didn’t show it. 

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the classes for the day, you made your way to your boyfriend. Eddie was leaning against his van. He had his arms crossed across his chest. He was waiting for you as he did every day. 

You hadn't seen him since lunch; you usually sat with him and the other Hellfire Club members, though you didn't really intervene in the conversation when they started talking about D&D; you knew nothing about the game. Eddie tried to teach you how to play, and you accepted because you liked how eager he looked and how much he liked the idea of you being a part of his club. And although you didn’t want to disappoint him, you eventually gave up.

“Hey, baby,” Eddie said, opening his arms and encircling you in a tight hug. Your nostrils were filled with the aroma of weed. “I heard you were up to no good today.”

You rolled your eyes, detaching from him. “He deserved it.”

Your boyfriend raised his hands in response to your defending tone. “I’m not saying he didn’t. Kinda wish I was there to see it, though.”

“Don't worry, you'll be staring at Carver's broken nose for a while.”

Eddie’s smile faded from his face, and he appeared more serious now. “How bad?“

Eddie appreciated you going out of your way to defend him, but he knew you weren't going to get away with it. And the last thing he wanted was you getting into trouble because of him. 

“Three days of suspension, and this,” you showed him your bruised knuckles. “When you saw Eddie's worried expression, you jokingly said, "Asshole has a hard face." He took your bruised hand in his, gently caressing your knuckles and kissing them with a feather kiss.“It’s just superficial.”

“Higgins also called my mom, so I’m pretty sure I’m grounded.” 

“She’s gonna like me even less now.” 

Since the first time you brought Eddie home, your mother has never tried to hide her dislike for your boyfriend. She made the dinner awkward and uncomfortable. Subtly, she insulted Eddie whenever she could. You apologized profusely to your boyfriend, but Eddie dismissed it, saying that everything was fine and that you didn't have to apologize for your mother's actions.

In that moment, you fell in love with him even more. He was such a wonderful person, and he didn’t deserve the way people treated him and the reputation this shitty town gave him. 

“You can still sneak in tonight. You know my window is always open for you.” You smiled, and it caused a smile to break on Eddie’s face too.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girl alone while she’s injured?”

You shook your head as you laughed at his antics. You grabbed the leaps of his leather jacket and dragged him to you. His hand moved quickly to your waist. Eddie's warm, soft lips send shivers down your spine every time. You'd swear no one had ever kissed you like that before. Since your first kiss, every kiss has been laced with such passion, eagerness, and care. You love kissing Eddie. And you don’t intend to stop doing it anytime soon.

[harryscherriess]

Jealousy Jealousy | Peter Parker

pairing: andrew! x female reader

warnings: smut, degrading if you squint, praise kink bc it’s andrew’s peter, unprotected sex ( don’t be silly and wrap your willy) aftercare and it's kinda fluffy?

summary: jealous reader and peter and he reminds you that he belongs to you

word count: 1882

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated and highly encouraged!!!

She hardly ever got jealous, that wasn’t something she was but that changed when she saw Gwen flirting with Peter, maybe it’s because she knew that briefly had a fling or that she was just selfish and wanted Peter all to herself always her and peter had come to one of their mutual friend’s party tonight and ever since then, Gwen has kept him preoccupied. She finally had enough and decided to intervene because one that was her man and secondly she was dying to make her jealous. She walked over to where Peter and Gwen were standing and wrapped her hand around his waist forcing him to turn away from Gwen.

"Hi baby," he said, beaming at her

"Hi Pete," she murmured, kissing his cheek

"You okay?" he asked, gazing into her eyes

"M'ok just missed you," she said,

Peter recognized that possessive expression in her eyes, the one where she wanted to brag about him. To make it clear that he was hers and no one else’s

He said, noticing her eyes darken as he asked, "are you ready to go?"

As he grabbed her hand and walked towards the door, she nodded, a faint smile breaking out on her face.

Since Peter swung them back to her midtown apartment, they got home quickly. It was a quaint little two-bedroom apartment that she got from her parents after they moved out of the city and into the Philadelphia suburbs. They come to see her every now and then. She entered their bedroom with Peter close after and began getting ready for bed, despite the fact that it was already 2:30 a.m.

Peter stripped off his party clothes, leaving him with nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of navy blue boxers. He continued to watch her as she went through her nightly skin ritual. She smiled and made eye contact with him through the mirror. She finished quickly and walked over to where he was sitting.

"you've missed me, huh?" he remarked She gave a timid nod.

He patted his thigh and whispered, "Come here." She walked up to him and straddled him.

" been missing you a lot," she murmured.

“ Missed you more, baby,” he said, kissing her cheek and then her lips. Her heart fluttered at the pet name causing her to hide her face in his neck

Her core ached for him and she just felt so fucking needy

“what’s going on with you?” he said laughing

“ Gwen, I didn’t like how she was trying to steal you” she responded just above a whisper

Everything came full circle for him and he didn’t even realize that she was feeling this way at the party.

“ Oh baby, Gwen could never steal me away from you, nobody milks my cock better than you,” he said

His lewd words her grind her hips against him and clench around nothing

“ Peter, I want you,” she said rolling her hips again

"I know, pretty girl, I can almost taste you on my tongue, so fucking desperate," he murmured, his hips thrusting into her.

She gasped as he pushed his hips into her, instinctively placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

She reached for the hem of his shirt and murmured, "Take this off."

"Okay, baby," he mumbled, removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground.

He quickly flipped them around so she was under him, just like she always liked to be, under him and feeling him weigh her down.

He kissed from her lips down to her neck, he repeated the same she said to him moments before

“ Take this off,” he said smirking at her, she left out a small laugh as she took of her shirt and tossing among the small pile of clothes on the floor

He let out a groan at the sight of her breasts, he dipped his head down and take her nipple into his mouth and sucks on it until it hardened and he continued his assault on the other one. Peter looked up and saw a beautiful sight, she had her head tilted back, lips parted and lightly swollen from them kissing before, a light film of sweat covering her body. He needed to remember this moment forever and quickly grabbed his camera.

“ you trust me, right baby,” he asked holding his camera

She nodded at him,

“ no I need words,” he said

“ yes Pete, I trust you,” she said tugging her lip between her teeth

“ Good girl,” he said, the praise making her squeeze her thighs together and let out a shaky breath,

He made her go back to the position that she was just in and he took a couple of pictures of her like that. They both knew that only each other would have this picture and peter wasn’t going to show off something so intimate. He put his camera back and climbed onto the bed.

“ Pete, please,” she said

“What do you need,” he said, he knows what she wants and what she needs he just wants to hear her say it

“ need your mouth on me,” she said looking at him

“ you need this mouth on your pretty little pussy hm? He teased

‘Yes please” she said nodding her head

“ I'm not going to do anything until to you say it,” he said looking at her

She took a deep breath, “I need your mouth on my pretty little pussy” she said

“ good fucking girl” he praised

She grinded up against his hand as he kept it still, a heavy breath came from her

“ come on peter please” she begged the anticipation becoming too much

“ so eager for me,” he said as the tip of his fingers started rubbing heavy circles on her clit

She let out a small gasp as he continued to rub her clit through her underwear

He slid her underwear to the side with his index finger and running his middle finger through her folds, collecting her wetness before taking her underwear off completely and plugging two fingers into her.

She moaned and arched her back as hit her g-spot making her legs shake at the contact.

“ oh fuck” she moaned out

“ yeah? That the spot” he said as hitting her g-spot again

“ yes fuck, oh my god Pete”

“ that’s it, taste so fucking good” he praised

She clenched down at his praise, she was finding out something about herself in this moment, she loved the praise mixed with the degrading that came along with it.

“I love you,” she said feeling overwhelmed with pleasure

He hummed back a response of I love you more before He speeds up the pace once his fingers enter her once more and after two thrusts. His nose exhales cool air down her mound as he feasts on her cunt, licking, sucking, and scarping his teeth on the flush skin, right in the heart of it all.

His eyes catch sight of her hands sliding across her shoulders and down his and a low groan escapes his lips as her fingers wrap around his hair. Slowly and steadily, he looks at her as she grinds her cunt on his mouth

“ that’s right baby, use my face to get off,” he says, burying his head further, his nose brushing against her clit his fingers working faster and faster with each thrust as her thighs quiver on either side his head.

“ don’t stop,” she says moaning

“ never going to stop”

Loud cries and moans of his name left her mouth like some prayer. The knot in her stomach started to loosen and every nerve and muscle burned.

“ gonna cum” she said, legs started to shake

“I know, I feel you gripping my fingers too tight, let it go baby,” he said coaxing the orgasm out of her

Her legs shaking as her orgasm racking through her body. The post-orgasm shakes racked through her body.

“ you still with me sunshine,” he asked brushing her hair back

She nodded and smiled at him

He slips his boxers off and his cock slapped against his stomach, she watches him stroke himself a couple of times before rubbing the tip of his cock against her slit causing her to shake at the contact, still sensitive from her first orgasm.

They both gasped as he slipped his cock into her wet cunt. Once he bottoms out, he pulls out just as slow, a moan escaping past his lips

“ fuck, you feel so good,” he says almost sounding drunk

He slams back in setting a medium-fast pace eaning down to keep his body just above hers. Looking for your hands, he shyly intertwines his hands with hers.

“ look at you taking me so well, my good girl such a good fucking girl” he smirks, voice coming out rougher as he sits back up to glance at the site of their bodies coming together

He picks up the pace and each thrust landing deep inside her. A series of loud moans and curse words leave her mouth and she gets closer to her orgasm

“ louder baby, I wanna hear you,” he said coaxing her again

“f-fuck peter right there” she moans out as the tip of his cock touches her g-spot

“Yeah right here,” he says placing a hand on her lower stomach

“ fuck, i- yeah’ she stutters out as each thrust reaches her g-spot, her breath becoming uneven with each thrust getting closer and closer to her second orgasm.

“I love when you get so needy for me bug” he mutters before stroking his tongue across your lips and enveloping them with his. Her quivering thighs firmly wrap around his hips, pulling him unbelievably close until he nudges her g-spot, making her shout his name and convulse on his cock. Her hands slowly fall to her sides, scratching down his back with her nails in the process.

He cums soon after she falls apart on his cock. He slowly pulls out and she winces at the loss of feeling filled and stretched out. He runs to the bathroom and turns on the water to run a bath for his lover.

“ come on baby let’s get you cleaned up” he said picking her up bridal style and walking to the bathroom.

She got into the tub on wobbly legs and sank down into the warm water, her muscles instantly relaxing

“ Pete, do you wanna get in,” she asked with her eyes closed

“ yeah let me put new sheets on the bed and I’ll get in okay’ he said kissing her.

As he promised after a couple of minutes he came back and got in the tub. God knows how long they stayed in the bath, Peter got her out after she dozed off and carried her back into the bedroom and put on her favorite oversized shirt, and climbed into bed with her

“ never going to let you go, I promise”

[unhealthyfanobsession]

For the prompts, the most unrealistic thing about ACOSF is that Nesta didn't give herself a depression haircut. In this she dies and Cassian panics and finally intervenes in kinder way than the book

Took me a hot second to catch the typo of “does” becoming “dies”. I rlly thought this was a prompt to die from a haircut. That would’ve been camp as hell, but luckily I managed to clear the cobwebs from my brain lol.

Cassian watched the shears with no small amount of panic.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a tone that was far more high pitched than he would later admit.

“I should think that is obvious,” Nesta droned with the same uninterested, lifeless voice she had crafted into its own kind of armour since the end of the war.

It was obvious, of course. The ring of golden brown hair fallen lifeless on the floor all around her was very obvious. What wasn’t obvious was-

“Why?”

A brief pause. Something genuine flashed across Nesta’s face, the true answer he knew she would never say aloud. Then she shrugged, locks of hair brushing off her slim shoulders as she did so. “It gets in the way.”

“Of what?” Nesta was silent, so Cassian pressed, “not training. Since you refuse to do that.”

“Maybe you’ll finally leave me alone, then.” Nesta hacked another large chunk of silky hair off, then focused on smoothing out the jagged edges. The cut was surprisingly precise. A perfect, slashing line that stopped just before brushing her shoulders.

“Don’t bet on it,” Cassian met Nesta’s gaze through the mirror. Took a single stride forward and was able to brush a few fallen strands off of her back.

She stiffened.

“Why not?“ her eyes focused on the scissors, on evening out the few imperfect pieces. “I’m not going to train.” Cassian knew that was probably true, and he made the mistake of letting it show on his face. Of giving Nesta a peek into his mind. Showing her that he didn’t really care if she trained or not.

“I won’t train,” she repeated to get herself back on track with her anger, “and now you won’t even want to fuck me so really it is probably time to give up.”

Cassian couldn’t help it. He laughed. Loudly. It just burst out of him at the absolute idiocy of the statement.

And because he was laughing, and rolling his eyes, he wasn’t careful about what he said.

“You think a fucking haircut will change the fact that you’re the most stunning female who has ever breathed air?”

Nesta paused her movements. Blinked slowly. Cassian knew his own face was a mirror of her confused shock. He did not just say that. He did not just say that.

“Is that a human thing? Putting so much emphasis on such an inconsequential act?” He did his best to ease back into a comfortable spot.

Instead, he managed to hit a nerve.

Nesta clutched the shears so tightly that her hands went white. “Yes,” she seethed through her teeth. “It is a human thing, actually.” Nesta breathed out hard through her nose. “Only a Fae would see it as inconsequential.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Cassian said gently. “If it is consequential to you then great.” He shrugged, reached for the shears and felt every muscle in Nesta’s body tighten as he slowly pried them from her fingers and set to work evening out the back. He’d cut his own hair enough times to know that no matter how good you were, the back always ended up uneven unless you had help.

“But it is objectively insane to think that cutting your hair makes you any less attractive.” He paused, considered if he was going to go for it, and then thought what the hell, “Especially to me.” She could have a hunch back and no teeth and he’d probably still have to fight not to jump her bones every time he saw her.

“Actually,” Cassian brazenly took the opportunity to lean over her from behind, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “I think it’s kinda hot.”

Nesta didn’t say anything, and that was how Cassian knew he’d really gotten to her.

[lostalioth]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

warnings: fluff, steve x fem!reader, secret relationship, reader getting jealous, sweet oblivious steve

note: this kinda shit because I’m kinda sad and had a hard time pushing through to write this.

You felt like stream was about to burst out of your ears as you watched that pretentious little red headed agent flirt with Steve. Right in front of you, they were nearly just a few feet away from you and you couldn’t do a thing. You and Steve hadn’t gone public with your relationship yet, he wanted it to stay between the two of you.

Well for as long as it could, it didn’t want it to reflect badly on either of you since you were practically dating your boss. The worst part was how he stood there clueless, he was never good at picking up the hints women threw at him.

Hell, it took him a year to pick up on all the hints you essentially shoved in his face.

You weren’t mad at Steve no, especially not when he looked so utterly lost and confused as the red heads hands were roaming his arm and squeezing his bicep. “You’re such a strong man cap..” her high pitched voice rang through your ears as her hands slid up his arm. “Oh uh yeah, thank you I train a lot” Steve nervously chuckled as his eyes furrowed in confusion, he didn’t understand why she was being so nice.

The anger continues to boil up inside you as one of her hands starts to glide across his toned chest. “You know you could still walk over there and intervene without exposing the two of you” you suddenly hear sam's voice offer beside you. You had no idea how long he had been standing next to you. “Instead of you know attempting to stare daggers through her, it would be more effective” sam stifled a chuckle as you became conscious of your glaring. Your eyes go wide for a sec and you avert your eyes just as Steve glanced over at you.

He takes notice of how uncomfortable you look, he is then very suddenly aware of the agent's body now pressed very close to his. His body stiffened and he slowly attempted to back up only to be met with the corner of the wall.

“Hey Steve, come on Stark said he needs us in the meeting room” suddenly you appeared by his side trying your hardest to push yourself between them. “Oh I’ll come with you guys!” She chirps up and reaches for Steve’s hand to pull him away. “No he just needs uh me and Rogers..sorry” you mumble out the sorry with a small eye roll and look over at steve as relief washes over his face.

“Oh okay” she sighs and finally walks away. With a smile full of pride at winning your grab Steve’s wrist and pull him towards the empty meeting you. You had lied, obviously you wanted her to get away from your man.

Once inside the vacant room Steve pulls you against his chest, wrapping him around your waist. “Did my little star get jealous?” Steve teases though he was grateful you pulled him away from her. “Shut up” you scoff and lightly punch his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest.

[narrators-journal]

Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

[ragingbookdragon]

The Start of Something Great

Outlaws x Tamaranean!Reader

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence and Past Abuse

Author's Note: So this is technically the start of all those One-Shots with the T!Reader. In order, they are the one you're reading right now, then this one, this one, and this one. Enjoy! -Thorne

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She watched the group socialize from her position in the corner; she’d never been out and open like Kori was. She’d always preferred to watch in silence, to observe…the years she spent captive, formed her mindset of watching and waiting for moments of weakness. Speaking of Kori, she watched her step into the room with Dick; their hands tightly clasped together.

Fighting a laugh, she glanced out the window, turning her attention to the waves as they crashed against the rocks below the tower. She wondered why she was here. She wasn’t a part of the Titans…not really. Her animosity towards leniency on justice put her at odds with just about everyone within the group, and especially the Justice League. Well, except for Diana; the Amazon was the only one who truly understood her reasoning.

But as for letting criminals go free? It didn’t happen. Rarely ever, did (Y/N) allow a criminal to walk away from her, and her mind drifted to the memory of her first mission with the Titans.

***

She stepped out of the smoldering hole in the warehouse wall and strode to the criminal crawling from her. Placing her foot square between his pelvis and spine, she stepped down with all her strength and listened to his spine crack under the strain. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and she rolled him over with her foot, glaring down at him, watching as he begged.

“Please!”

A white hot star-bolt formed in her hand and she raised it, speaking coldly. “The women you assaulted and killed did not want to die either.”

The man began to cry as she flung the bolt, watching his body incinerate, and turn to ash; she turned and began walking away, ignoring the concerned look from her sister, and the angry looks from her teammates.

They hadn’t even gotten five feet into the tower when Dick was on her like a beast to a fresh kill. “What the hell was that, (Y/N)?”

She glowered, warning him darkly, “Watch how you speak to me, Richard. I am not Kori. And you should believe me when I tell you that what I feel for you is nothing short of loathing. And loathing is quick to turn deadly should I be pushed.” (Y/N) turned to leave when he moved in front of her again.

“It doesn’t matter what you feel! You owe us an explanation!” He shot back.

She barked a cold laugh. “I owe you nothing, least of all an explanation.”

“You murdered him!”

(Y/N) narrowed her gaze. “And the point you are trying to make is?”

Dick threw his hands into the air. “It was wrong!”

“Was what he did to those innocent women also wrong?” she countered and he all but recoiled.

“Of course! But that doesn’t—”

“But nothing. He was a despicable criminal, and he deserved to die for his crimes.” (Y/N) turned around and began walking to the door.

“We aren’t executioners, Kiyahnd’r.” Dick admonished.

She froze in her spot and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes frosty towards them. “Perhaps not you, Richard. But you were not raped and beaten repeatedly as a young child.” Her gaze narrowed. “My justice is absolute in the face people who do the same thing that was done to me and my sisters. Never forget that.”

***

(Y/N) blinked, dragging herself from the memory; it hadn’t been long after that, that she found herself tangled in combat with the Justice League. Apparently, she had held out against them far longer than anyone ever had, managing to overpower The Flash and Martian Manhunter. She had almost defeated Batman when Wonder Woman and Superman intervened, subduing her. That was a fun day for (Y/N), and she remembered how Batman had made her concede killing people…mostly anyway.

The years had been decent to her and she came to terms with her life, even branching out into modeling like Kori did. They ruled the runways. But the “lone wolf” style she’d developed while in captivity still ruled her, and she found it increasingly hard to keep continuing the team. They had all gathered in the room, and she rose from her seat.

Immediately, the talking stopped as everyone turned to stare at her; Dick smiled at her from his seat, Kori perched herself across his thighs. “You alright, (Y/N)?” She met his eyes before moving to the table and setting down a small metal piece. It clinked and their eyes moved to it, as Dick questioned, “What’s that?”

“You know what it is, Richard.”

He glanced over, looking at the item, and took in the realization of what it was. “Your key to the tower?”

(Y/N) nodded. “As of now, I formally relinquish my role as a Titan.” Ignoring the shocked gasps and stares, she continued. “I will be leaving at dusk.” (Y/N) made her way to the door. “Thank you…and goodbye.” She didn’t wait for their replies, moving to her bedroom.

She closed the door and sat beside the window, occasionally glancing at her packed bag. (Y/N) had money saved up over the years, from odd jobs to her professional modeling career worldwide and she still had big money rolling into her bank account from other various sources. She would be alright; she just needed to find a place to live on her own and thrive.

A knock tore her from her thoughts, and she turned to the door. “Enter.” In walked Kori and Dick, and she sighed knowingly. “Delivering the parting words?”

“Kiyahnd’r…are you sure you want to leave?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Very.”

They sat down on her bed, a couple feet away, and Dick leaned forward. “You don’t have to leave, (Y/N).”

“I am aware,” she noted. “but this is something that I want to do.”

“Why Kiyahnd’r?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flitted to Kori. “Because this is not where I belong.”

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You—”

She raised a hand. “Do not try and cushion the blow, Richard.” She rose and stared out the window. “It has been plain to see all these years that you all will never trust me.” (Y/N) glanced at Dick. “Or accept me onto your team.”

Dick went silent, and Kori nudged him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say? She’s kinda right.”

“Dick!”

(Y/N) stopped Kori. “Do not be angry at him, Koriand’r. Richard is right.” She paused. “I am not you Koriand’r…I allow my past to define how I live my life.” Her eyes moved to her sister’s, and a hint of sorrow crossed her tone. “I cannot let go of our pasts. It will haunt me forever, and I need to find my own path…away from this place.”

The two of them went silent, then Dick said, “If you don’t have anywhere to go…Jason’s been in need of a partner lately.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “That moronic imbecile? Certainly not.”

Dick snickered as Kori sighed. “Jason is not stupid, sister.”

“Truly? There have been a few times where he has fooled me.”

Kori sighed again, as Dick rose from the bed, moving to (Y/N). “Look…I know you think I don’t like you—”

“You do not like me.”

Dick rolled his eyes and corrected, “Wrong, Miss Know-It-All. I happen to like you very much. In fact—”

(Y/N) cut him off, turning to Kori. “Be cautious sister, you apparently have competition for Richard’s affections.” Kori and (Y/N) giggled as Dick raised his hands in exasperation.

He marched to the door with them still raised. “I give up! I came in here to wish you goodbye and good luck, and this is what I receive!” He was almost out the door when (Y/N) pulled him back, spinning him around to pull him in for a brief but heartfelt hug.

She pulled away and glanced at him. “For all you have done for me…and for all the times you have tried to help me…thank you, Richard.”

He grinned up at her and squeezed her round her middle. “See…you love me after all.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up her bags. “Do not push it Dick. You still anger me.”

“You aren’t the first person to tell me that.” Dick shrugged.

She snorted and moved to the door, stopping and glancing at them. “And I most certainly will not be the last.”

***

The flight to Gotham City was quiet, and she remembered the first time she arrived.

***

The portal opened and she fell through it, still fighting off the Psions who followed her. They crash-landed into a building, and the rubble was lit up like the sun as she threw star-bolts at them. The fighting lasted for a few minutes, and in the end, she stood victorious among the scattered body parts. Her mind raced as she tried to remember where her sister had gone, and the next thing she realized, a Psion was on her back.

She cursed in her native tongue as it clawed at her, and gathered energy into her palm to kill it when it flew off her, landing a good distance away. She rolled to her side and coughed; a hand appeared in her vision, and she looked up to see a man in black standing over her.

His lips moved, and she knew words were coming out, but it sounded like gibberish. The hand extended towards her more, and she took it, allowing him to help her stand. He kept speaking and she rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing his face; she brought their lips together, and words and languages flowed through her mind.

She released him and he simply gaped at her, too stunned to move; she snorted. “Apologies. My race learns by psychophysically connecting with one another. The most effective way is through oral contact.”

“…You just learned to speak English from kissing me?”

She nodded. “Is that what you call it? English? What a strange name it is.” The corner of his mouth rose, and she stood up straight. “I am Kiyahnd’r of…well…it does not matter.” She paused. “My name is Kiyahnd’r.”

He nodded. “I’m Batman.”

***

(Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth raise at the memory; it had been a very long time since she’d thought about it, and it reminded her of how lucky she’d been to learn the languages from Bruce. Kori only received a small amount from Dick; (Y/N) had received twenty-three different dialects, all fluently. The fleeting memories lasted only so long, and the plane began to ascend, signaling her arrival.

She stepped off of the plane and made her way to the baggage claim, picking up her bag and moving to the doors when she saw a familiar man. (Y/N) stared as he walked towards her.

He stopped in front of her and smirked. “Need a ride, doll?”

She rolled her eyes. “Dick called you then.”

“Called a few hours ago saying you were leaving the Titans and coming to find me and Roy.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I was coming to Gotham. I was not coming to see the both of you.” She glared at him.

“Sticks and stones, (Y/N).”

“Go crawl into a bush, Jason.”

His hand curled around the handle of her suitcase and he lifted it, nodding his head to the door. “Car’s outside.” Jason moved forward, and (Y/N) was left with no choice but to follow him. She watched as he put her suitcase in the trunk, then turned to her. “You hungry?”

“Are you going to cook?”

Jason paused as he was getting in the driver’s door; he looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to cook?”

She moved to sit in the passenger seat. “So long as you make something good.”

He grinned as he sat in the seat, starting the car. “I always make good food.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘hmpf’. “We shall see.”

***

The drive to his apartment was slow and when they arrived, the sun was setting low beyond the skyline. They climbed the stairs and entered his apartment; (Y/N) hummed. “I wasn’t sure that your apartment would be as tidy as it is. It is rather shocking.”

Jason grunted as he moved into the kitchen, pulling out pans from the cabinets. “Sorry doll, the role of messy Robin is Tim.” He paused and glanced at her. “And sometimes, Dick…but mostly Timmy.”

(Y/N) snorted and motioned to her bag. “Where should I put my things?”

Jason nodded down the hallway. “Second door on your right. I changed the sheets and cleaned it, so you should be happy.”

She said nothing and walked to the bedroom. It was a little dull for her tastes, but nothing she couldn’t fix with a trip to the department store and IKEA. She walked back out and sat at the bar, watching Jason cook for them. When he was finished, they sat out on the balcony sharing a bottle of wine.

(Y/N) swallowed it, gagging, “Earth wine is disgusting.”

“Wine’s a peculiar taste,” he snorted, taking a sip. “You have to get used to it.”

She grunted and replied, “I do not want to be used to it. It tastes like…I do not even know what it tastes like. All I know is that it is disgusting.”

“You’re just a Debbie-Downer, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

“I do not know what that is but I can tell it is not positive.”

“Nevermind.” Jason chuckled and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, eating their dinner, and when they were finished, they climbed to the roof and watched the stars; Jason leaned over. “So, why did you leave the Titans?”

(Y/N) sighed quietly, murmuring, “I did not want to be within their company any longer.”

He eyed her. “And?”

“And I did not want to be ostracized anymore.” (Y/N) inhaled. “I am not Kori. She was accepted easily within the Titans because she is kind and sweet. But I? No…I was never one to be accepted. My attitude and stance on how I deal with criminals was not something the Titans were too keen on keeping.”

Jason listened silently, then tipped his head. “Dick told you to come find me then?”

She shrugged. “More or less.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “I assume he had an inkling that because we are so similar in our mindsets on criminals that we would get along and be able to work together.”

“Red Hood, Arsenal, and Supernova,” Jason grinned. “It’s got a great ring to it.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I regret this decision already.”

He scooted closer and slung an arm around her shoulders, ignoring the way she growled low in her throat. “Don’t be like that, doll…we’re gonna make a kick-ass team.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort when a light shone in the sky; she glanced at Jason, tipping her head to it. “Well…let us go and show what a team we will make.” She rose, holding out a hand. “Shall we, Red Hood?”

Jason glanced at her hand before taking it, smirking. “Hell yeah.”

[radiantroope]

Do You Trust Me? || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

mentions: john b, kiara, pope

requested: yes, i don’t have the exact request because it’s over on @maybanksbitch

summary: jj finds out you’ve never had sex. being the loving best friend that he is, he offers to show you what you’ve been missing.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of peer pressure, fluff, protected sex (no glove, no love), very detailed and graphic fluffy smut

wc: idfk but it’s LONG

a/n: well, here it is! the end’s kinda shitty but honestly, i needed to finish this instead of going back to it on and off for a week. this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy.

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It was a lazy day at the Chateau for you and the Pogues. Everyone was debating on what to do for the day. John B suggesting surfing, Pope suggested fishing, Kiara desperately wanted to go swimming since it was blistering hot out. You and JJ were the only two who seemed keen on staying in. You’d rather sit around drinking and playing dumb games.

You sat with Kiara and John B in a half circle of old, stained lawn chairs. Pope and JJ were playing their favorite game that you called ‘Balance’. The one where you try and knock the other person off balance by pushing their shoulder. They were both holding strong, neither one leaning too far with each push.

Somehow you’d all gotten on the topic of hookups. JJ glanced your way and caught your eye for half a second. He’d been your best friend since you were in diapers, of course he knew you didn’t hookup with, well, anyone. The other Pogues didn’t know that though.

“Remember Fallon?” John B asked the group, sending JJ a sinister smile.

“Oh my God, she was obsessed with JJ!” Kiara shrieked through laughs.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, earning a glare from the blonde headed boy. Everyone remembered the crazy redhead who spent everyday at the Chateau looking for JJ.

“That was the first and only time we’ve ever had to lock the doors,” Pope recalled the memory, laughing when JJ shoved his shoulder harder.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t remember Crystal,” JJ teased, pointing a John B. “Or Brad,” he added and turned to Kiara with a raised eyebrow.

“God he still texts me,” Kiara muttered, shuddering at the memory of the Touron who practically fell in love with her last Summer.

“What about you, Y/N? We see the guys all over you at the parties. One ever stick?” Pope asked.

JJ’s jaw clenched at his question. He caught your eye yet again and almost fell over when Pope gave him a good push. You knew the blonde hated how guys treated you at parties. He was always there to get you out of those uncomfortable situations.

“Andrew,” you responded, feeling your chest tighten.

Your exboyfriend was a touchy subject. He dumped you after a year together when you still didn’t want to sleep with him. It never felt like the right time and at first he was okay with it, until he wasn’t. He tried to demand you sleep with him because that’s what couples do.

“He was your boyfriend, he doesn’t count,” John B said.

“I met him at a party though.”

“But he wasn’t just some hookup that became obsessed,” Kiara added.

“He was an asshole and friends with Rafe. Let’s leave it at that,” JJ intervened and gave up on the game with Pope.

The blonde walked over to you and instead of taking the empty chair between yourself and John B, he plopped himself right on your lap. You huffed and wrapped your arm around his middle when he leant back against you. You brought your bottle of Budweiser up your lips, giggling as some of the cold condensation dripped on JJ’s bare shoulder and he shivered.

The conversation changed quickly after that. JJ was protective of you and they all knew if they continued, they’d never hear the end of it. No one wanted to be on that end of JJ’s anger.

Eventually, it was decided that John B, Pope and Kiara would take the HMS Pogue our for a ride. Where they ended up was unknown, but they needed to get out of the house.

“Y’all coming?” John B asked as he stood up and stretched.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna hang back,” JJ answered for the both of you, though you weren’t complaining. You missed the days where it was just you and him. It would be nice to spend some quality alone time with your best friend for the first time in forever.

“Suit yourselves, you two have fun,” the brunette shrugged and went to follow your other two friends down the dock.

“But not too much fun!” Pope quickly called, pointing two fingers at his eyes then back at you.

JJ rolled his eyes and sent Pope his middle finger while you laughed. They all teased you two for being so close. They insisted that you were soulmates and just blind to it. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel some type of way towards the blonde, but you always pushed those feelings away. Soulmates could be best friends, right? They didn’t always have to be lovers.

“Okay, my legs are numb. Please get up,” you patted JJ’s stomach and let out a grunt as he stood.

JJ grabbed the chair John B had been sitting in and pulled it over so he could sit in front of you. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, hands reaching out and grabbing your free one. He toyed with the bracelets on your wrist and tightened the ones that were coming loose.

You could tell his brain was at work with the way his crystal blue eyes glazed over. He wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was doing. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking about but also didn’t want to ruin the comforting moment. The rough pads of his thumbs started massaging gently into the top of your hand as his eyes flickered up to your face.

“I have a question. You don’t have to answer, obviously, but I’d like to know,” the blonde broke the silence with his soft voice.

You raised an eyebrow in response, giving him the indication to continue.

“I know you don’t hookup with people at parties, but I’ve also never heard you talk about Andrew in that way,” JJ started, causing your heart rate to increase. You knew where he was going with this. “Are you...have you-have you ever had sex?”

You mouth went dry at the blonde’s question. He may have been your best friend, but that wasn’t something you disclosed with him. Your friends may have been comfortable with expressing their sexual endeavors but not you. You let people think what they wanted and didn’t really care if it was true.

Your lack of response made JJ nervous. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about something you didn’t want to. He couldn’t care less wether you had sex or not, he was just curious. “You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know I won’t judge you,” he added.

“I know, I know,” you told him, twisting your hand to hold the blonde’s. The tiniest smiled curled at the corner of his lips.

“I, um, yeah, no,” you stumbled over your words, cheeks heating up under JJ’s intense stare. “I’ve never had sex.”

“Not even with Andrew?”

You shook your head and let out a small laugh, avoiding his gaze and staring out at the water. “It never felt right with him. He dumped me because I wouldn’t,” you explained, feeling his grip tighten on your hand. “And I hate the idea of drunk, meaningless hookups too. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex, of course I do, just not like that.”

JJ’s bright eyes watched the way your index finger tapped against the neck of your beer bottle. His gaze trailed up your arm and stopped on your lips. He could see that you were chewing on the inside of your bottom lip. He watched your eyes flicker across the horizon, sparkling with the sun’s reflection. Your hair blew over your shoulder in the warm breeze.

“Do you trust me?” your blonde best friend caught your attention with his question.

You turned and met his stare, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You answered, “Of course I do. More than anyone in the world.”

“Would you let me make you feel good? Show you what you’ve been missing?” JJ was calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside his heart was hammering against his chest.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. JJ was hands down, the most attractive guy on the island, in your opinion. And you knew him in a way other people didn’t. You didn’t know how you hadn’t already taken the dive and fallen in love with him sooner. With the way he was looking at you right now, it started to seem like a possibility.

The pads of JJ’s fingers started to ghost up and down your arm slowly, causing a shiver to run through you. He tilted his head and questioned you, “Y/N?”

You took a gulp of your beer to ease your nerves and set it in the cup holder of the chair. Breathing in deeply through your nose, your e/c eyes fell on his sapphire ones yet again. You head bobbed as you nodded and small smile spread across your lips, saying, “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

JJ stood up and pulled you up as well with the hands holding yours. He interlocked you’re fingers and led you the short distance up to the Chateau. With each step your heart started to beat faster. You grasped the blonde’s hand tighter to try and keep yourself from shaking. He smiled over his shoulder at you as you crossed the threshold into the house.

The blonde’s hand left yours once you’d entered the spare bedroom. You turned and shut the door, flipping the lock into place just in case the Pogues came back during your escapades. You turned around and tried not to ogle at JJ who had shed his shirt in the few seconds you’d had your back to him.

A smirk curled on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You’d seen him shirtless thousands of times, but this was different. His eyes were a darker shade as he stared you down. A heat spread through your body as JJ used one finger to beckon you to him, a soft “C’mere” leaving his lips.

You took the few steps to the bed and stopped in front of him. His hands reached out and landed on your waist, pulling you in between his legs. He guided you down into his lap until you were straddling him. Your soft breaths mingled with his from the close proximity. Your hands found place on the warm skin of his bare shoulders.

“If it starts to be too much for you, just tell me to stop,” JJ’s voice was soft as he reached up and tucked your hair behind your right ear, “Okay?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile, whispering, “Okay.”

JJ’s pointer finger hooked under your chin and pulled your lips to his. He tasted like beer with a hint of mint and his lips were a bit chapped. He could taste your cherry chapstick and a soft hum left him. Your fingers slid their way around his neck and into the soft waves on the back of his head.

The blonde’s hands found your waist again as he pulled you closer. Your head tilted, deepening the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You obliged and allowed your lips to part, tongues dancing together. Your head was spinning. Never did you think you’d be kissing your best friend of sixteen years, nor that it would feel so good; so natural.

JJ’s fingers slipped under the material of your shirt, dancing against the soft skin of your hips. You pulled away from his lips, breathless. His eyes were soft as he gazed up at you and pushed his hands higher, your shirt moving with them. His hands sat on your ribs, thumbs stroking your skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered, eyes darting between both of yours, reading your expression to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

You bit down on your swollen bottom lip and nodded, holding your arms up as JJ removed the clothing. Your arms came back down, hands resting against his defined pecks as he took in your naked chest. It wasn’t unusual for you to not wear a bra. They were uncomfortable and itchy so you hardly ever wore one unless completely necessary.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” JJ breathed as his hands came up and cupped the mounds of flesh.

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, cheeks flushing and a smile spreading across your lips. JJ’s head dropped, nose nudging your jaw as you turned your head to the side. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth gently nipping in certain spots. Your eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he found your sweet spot and focused his mouth there.

His hands stayed on your chest, squeezing your breasts softly. He pinched one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. On the other side his thumb brushed over the peaked nub with the lightest touch. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensations he was bringing you. Your body was getting hotter, a tingling feeling intensifying between your legs.

JJ lifted his head when he was satisfied with the marks littering your skin. He brought his lips back to yours in a hard kiss, tongue immediately pressing it’s way into your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs as he turned the two of you abruptly.

Your back met the mattress and your lips seperated. He was settled between your legs, hands on both sides of your head. He took in the way your pupils were blown, parted lips puffy from the pressure of his own. Your hair was sprawled around you as short pants left your body. A smile tugged at his lips as he leant down to kiss you again. JJ was starting to think he didn’t care if you were the only girl underneath him for the rest of time.

His lips didn’t stay on your for long, wet kisses being pressed down your neck and chest. You watched him kiss his way down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. His eyes flickered up to yours in question as his fingers lingered around the button.

Your head moved in a single nod and that’s all it took for the boy to undo your shorts and pull them off, your underwear going with them. You felt shy under JJ’s hungry gaze as he dropped your clothing onto the floor. Your thighs went to clamp shut but he put his hands on your knees to stop you.

“Is it too much?” the blonde asked, staring up at you.

“No, no,” you responded quickly and smiled softly, putting a hand over the side of your burning face. “S’just no one’s ever seen me like this before.”

JJ smiled at you and glided his hands up your thighs, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee. He started to trail his lips up the inside of your thigh slowly, eyes still locked on yours. “You’re beautiful,” he told you again against your skin.

You bit your lip to hide your grin and shifted as he pushed your legs open wider. JJ laid down flat on his stomach in between your legs, nearly moaning as his painfully hard cock brushed against the mattress through his board shorts. His eyes flickered up to your face and remained there as he leaned forward and tested the waters, tongue dragging through your folds slowly.

A soft gasp left your lips at the foreign feeling. The bottoms of your feet pressed further into mattress. JJ repeated the action a few more times, the drag of the velvety muscle against your clit sent jolts of electricty through your body. His middle finger came proding at your entrance, slipping in with ease.

He pumped the single digit and slid his ring finger in beside it after a minute. A soft noise of discomfort left your parted lips. JJ wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly to distract from the feeling. There was no stopping the smirk on his lips when a sharp moan left you as he curled his fingers. His tongue flicked at your sensitive bundle nerves and your fingers grasped onto the sheets tighter, another moan leaving your mouth.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, face scrunching in discomfort as he added a third finger.

JJ looked up at you and then focused his mouth on your quivering inner thighs, trying to ease the pain. “I know, I know. But I’ve gotta make sure you’re good ‘n stretched so it’ll hurt less,” he cooed.

You nodded twice and breathed slowly as you willed your body to relax. JJ’s mouth came down and found your clit again. He swirled his tongue as he began pumping his fingers again. He was pleased to hear your whimpers turn back into moans.

The blonde pulled away when he figured you were stretched enough. He wanted nothing more than to have you cum around his fingers, then his cock, but he thought it might be too much for you. A soft whine came from the back of your throat when his fingers left you and he chuckled.

JJ came to a standing position beside the bed and undid the strings on his shorts. He pushed them down and kicked them off, dick standing hard and proud once it was free. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened and you nervously swallowed as you eyed him.

“I know it looks intimidating,” JJ started, feeling proud that you were impressed. “But you’ll be okay.”

“JJ, you’re gonna rip me in half with that,” you stated, completely serious.

A loud laugh came from the blonde as he bent down and grabbed a condom from the box stored under the bed. He stood back up and crawled onto the bed, silver foil packet clutched between his fingers.

“That’s not gonna happen, baby, promise,” the nickname directed at you rolled off his tongue and your stomach flipped. You’d always teased each other with names like that but it was different in this sense.

You watched silently as JJ ripped open the condom package. His hands shook the slightest bit as he rolled it on and let out a puff of air from the little contact his erection received. He shuffled closer to you on his knees and hooked his hands under the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt the head of his cock brush your entrance.

“Ready?” the blonde asked, bright eyes meeting yours. His thumb rubbed gently on the back of your thigh as if to tell you it’s okay to back out now.

You nodded in response and let out a deep breath through your nose. Your hand reached down and gripped onto JJ’s wrist that had your leg held back. He gave you a small smile then looked down between your bodies, free hand helping guide his length into your entrance.

Your mouth fell open, hand squeezing onto his wrist tighter as he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch. JJ’s jaw clenched as your pussy gripped him like a vice. He put the hand that was free on your hip and paused.

“Relax, Y/N, you gotta relax,” he groaned out, resisting the urge to plunge into you like he was used to.

“I’m trying,” you whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Breathe,” JJ told you, “Breathe through it, baby.”

You sucked in a shaky breath through your nose and let it out your mouth, repeating the action until your muscles started unwinding. The muscular boy above you huffed when he felt you unclench around him. He pressed forward again until his thighs were pressed against the back of your own.

He stayed like that, letting you adjust, drawing soothing circles against your skin as he waited. He looked up to your face and saw you had your eyes clenched shut. His hand came up and caressed the side of your face, thumb brushing underneath your eye.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to look up at him. He was staring down at you in worry but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration. The whole scenario was making your head spin.

You were laying there, stuffed full for the first time with your best friend’s cock. What?

“Y-Yeah,” you managed to respond, feeling breathless under his stare. “You can move.”

JJ put the hand that was on your face beside your head, leaning his weight on it as he hovered over you. He pulled out slowly then pressed back in. He pushed your leg back farther with the other hand and thrust his hips again.

It was an agonizingly slow pace, you knew that much, but he was taking his time with you and you’d never been so grateful. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have taken care of you the way JJ was. You couldn’t picture losing it to anyone else in that moment. He was the closest friend you had. He was your person.

JJ’s eyes moved between your face and down to where your bodies met repeatedly. He was entranced by seeing your tight walls grip him so deliciously, but also needed to make sure you were okay. He smirked slightly when he saw the crease inbetween your eyebrows disappear with each thrust and soft, pleasured noises started to leave your lips.

The blonde boy began thrusting faster, unable to contain the low groan that bubbled in his throat. Your hands moved up onto the back of his neck and wrapped around his bicep. Your blunt nails dug into his skin as you moaned louder, head tilting back and pressing into the mattress.

JJ readjusted his position, dropping to his elbows on both sides of you. You hiked your legs up on his hips, breath catching in your throat at the new angle. His cock made you feel so full, brushing against your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fuck, J,” you moaned out, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head.

The feeling JJ got when looked at you underneath him and you moaned for him was indescribable. A heat flooded his whole body. He wanted to be the one who made you feel good; the only one. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this infuriated him, but the feeling of your hand tugging on his hair brought him out of the trance.

“You’re doing so good,” he muttered, bending his head down to press kisses to your neck, “so good.”

JJ’s thrusts got harder, the head of his cock pressing up against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. You cried you, gripping onto him as he kept the pace, his mouth working more marks into your skin.

He didn’t think he could last much longer, not with how tight your pussy clenched around him every time he hit your spot, moaning his name in ear. He pushed his weight onto one arm and slid the other down between the two of you. He lifted his head and watched as your mouth fell open as soon as his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed in quick figure eights, working you up to your high.

“O-Oh shit,” you cursed, nails scratching against JJ’s shoulders as your back arched off the bed.

Your whole body was tingling, a tightening feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach. The rhythm of JJ’s thrusts never faltered. The sinful moan that tore through your throat as you came was music to the blonde’s ears.

“Fuck,” JJ gasped as you clenched around him, following you into euphoria with a moan of his own.

Your thighs shook, still hooked around his waist as you came down from your high. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The two of stayed like that for a few minutes, letting your heavy breaths return back to normal.

Eventually, JJ pulled out of you slowly, causing a small hiss to leave your lips. He climbed off the bed and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash quickly. When he entered the room again, you were climbing under the covers, wrapping yourself in the blankets. You had a hazy look in your eyes and a dopey smile on your face.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” JJ asked as he climbed under the covers beside you.

The two of you faced each other on the bed, heads nuzzled against the pillows. You hummed softly, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over you.

“Better,” you muttered in response, cracking your eyes open to peak at your best friend once again.

He was staring at you, soft smile adorning his lips as his eyes trailed over your face. He scooted closer to you and wound an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. His fingers trailed lazy patterns up and down your spine, lulling you into the best sleep you’d ever have.

“I love you,” JJ whispered, knowing you were deep in dreamland by now.

The blonde didn’t sleep, he just laid there and held you, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He saw you in a different light; a light that he never wanted to burn out. Laying there holding you, butterflies fluttering happily in his stomach, all he could do was smile.

The two of you were definitely going to be having a long conversation on how to move forward when you woke up.

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heyo your imagines are amazing and i like reading them so much. i really appreciate you for writing for Alice in borderland as there isn’t a lot of content out there~ can you please write an imagine for niragi where the reader has been at the beach for quite the time and when she gets to know niragi she somehow falls for him because she sees right through him, and that he maybe starts to develop feelings for the reader too because she’s fearless and very confident. if it’s not too much trouble, could you make it a bit suggestive as well? thank you in advance~~

Of course I can! I’m not the best at writing with suggestive themes so I’ll try my best! 😅 I’m sorry but I changed the story line a little bit for it to fit more, so I hope this is still kind of what you had in mind.

Unlovable | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. Ann, Aguni, Hatter, Mira, Chishiya, Arisu, Last Boss)

Summary: Niragi finally finds you, who loves him for who he is, well, not exactly. And he gets a bit too attached.

Warnings: toxic relationship, suggestive themes, a lot of gaslighting, obsessive themes, a little bit angsty, threatening, choking, swearing, name calling

Word Count: 3.2k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a while to post. I was busy for the past couple of days so it’s kinda rushed 😣

“Y/N! Come quick!”

You jolted awake as Ann burst into your room, shaking the door frame from the force. You blinked your eyes to adjust to the light, looking at her dazed.

“What?” you murmured, sitting up and out of the comfy sheets on your bed. 

“The executives have called a meeting. They say it’s urgent,” she stressed, rushing up to the side of your bed and ripping the duvet off of you.

You shivered and sighed loudly in disappointment. “Why? It’s too early for this shit,” you whined, rolling back onto your side and closing your eyes again. These urgent emergency meetings have become ridiculous, always taking place in the morning when everyone’s still sleeping. You would gladly have quit having the higher place at The Beach if it meant for you to have some peace and quiet.

“Now!” Ann pushed again. You groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. She seemed serious, so you didn’t want to anger her more.

You both quickly made your way to the top floor where the meeting room for the executives was located. You noticed Ann’s heavy breathing and worried expression, making you anxious as to what she thinks could have happened.

Hatter had left the night before to replenish his visa, having a big celebration as he drove off with Aguni and a few more of his men. Things had been becoming more tense as time went on. It felt wrong watching Hatter drive away so reluctantly. You offered to assist him in his game, seeing as you earned yourself a high number at The Beach from clearing many difficult games yourself. But Hatter declined, insisting that he would return to The Beach safe and sound before you knew it.

But unfortunately, he was wrong.

You and Ann rushed into the large room. You saw Arisu and Chishiya standing near the end of the table placed in the middle of the room. You strolled over to them and laid eyes on the scene before you.

There, Hatter laid dead on the table. Limbs spread out lifeless, skin pale and dead. The horrific sight made you feel sick, making you cover your mouth with your hand. The scene almost felt unreal, this shouldn’t have happened. Hatter wouldn’t be dead if you just went with him.

Ann walked over to his body to examine it, but before she even had the chance to touch the bullet wound embedded in his bare chest, Niragi barged into the room with his usual cocky and obnoxious aura filling the air like a bad smell.

“Oi, don’t touch him as you please. You dissection maniac,” he growled.

Your eyes followed him closely. Now that Hatter was gone, people like him could start dangerous trouble at the hotel. But, as long as you said something about it, you would make sure Niragi wouldn’t start any fires that he’s not willing to put out himself.

After all, you were the only person who knew his true self, and how he perceived everyone around him. It was pathetic really. In a way you took pity on him. Such a simple tactic for the brain to protect itself, become a heartless and cold monster towards others so no one could ever do the same to you again.

With Niragi, unfortunately it was hunt or be hunted.

You kept your strong gaze on him as he lifted his eyes to meet yours from across the table for a hot minute. His dark orbs glistened as they locked with yours, making the tension in the room become thicker as every second passed. He smirked in your direction before turning away.

“He was shot by a gun,” Ann stated, breaking the thick silence in the room. She looked over the small hole in his chest in fascination.

“What will happen to The Beach?” a young man asked who was standing nearby you. You stayed silent, not wanting to start anything that may end in chaos. You always had good points and valid arguments, but sometimes you knew when the best time was to bring them up. This was not it.

“I mean it’s only reasonable for the strongest to become the new leader!” Niragi exclaimed over everyone. “We need someone who can take good care of The Beach and keep order,” he yapped on, swinging his sniper rifle all around making a few people flinch when he aimed it at them.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. Trust him to be the most opinionated.

“I say, how about Aguni as our new leader,” he suggested, leaning forwards onto the table and watching everyone like a hawk. Aguni held no reaction, keeping his usual cold stone expression while having Niragi speak for him.

After no one reacted, all looking down to the ground to avoid Niragi’s gaze, he stood up straight and pulled a bored expression. “That’s not a good reaction,” he mocked, “Last Boss?”

You glanced over to where the hooded figure stood, watching in fear as he unsheathed his katana sword and rushed over to Ann, holding the deathly sharp blade a few inches from her throat. Your heart leaped to your mouth. If he was to try anything, you were ready to start chaos.

But nothing of the sort happened. Ann simply sighed frustratingly and held up her hand obediently. Niragi hummed, approving.

“This isn’t a majority vote,” Mira hissed from next to him.

Niragi stood and leaned his face close to hers, holding the barrel of his weapon close to her face to threaten her. “But it is! Isn’t it? After all, you’re all free to vote as well.”

One by one, he slowly circled the table, each person being scared for their life the closer he got to them. But you remained calm next to Chishiya, knowing that considering the relationship you have with Niragi, he wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. He didn’t have the guts to.

As he moved from Chishiya, he finally locked eyes with you. He quickly strolled up to your still frame, stopping suddenly very close to you in an attempt to make you feel threatened. ‘As usual,’ you thought to yourself. ‘The old “I’m taller and bigger than you so I’m stronger” stupid tactic.’

“And what about you princess? Care to raise your hand for a vote for Aguni?” he hissed into your face. You held your neutral expression, becoming bored from this act he was putting on. It was purely for show, and yet wasn’t everyone’s personality? But Niragi, his act of this scary psychotic man angered you to your core.

“What if I don’t?” you snickered, walking towards him in an attempt of intimidation. He took a step back in shock. “It’s not like you need my precious vote, you already have so many.”

Niragi’s usual cocky smirk melted from his face, turning into a frustrated scowl. You felt him put his rifle underneath your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Be careful with that tongue of yours sweetheart, you wouldn’t want to lose it,” he growled quietly.

His threat made you smirk, almost bringing butterflies into your stomach. “I think you should be more concerned about that head of yours. You wouldn’t want to get it stuck too far up your own ass.”

You flinched as you felt his rough hand shoot from his rifle to your neck, instantly tightening around your throat making you widen your eyes in surprise. You lifted your arm and gripped his wrist in case he tightened his hold anymore. The look on his face was deathly. If looks could kill, you’d be already a few years into the afterlife.

Chishiya stood beside you watching the whole scene. He knew better than to intervene, as he could tell that Niragi wouldn’t ever intentionally permanently hurt you.

Niragi held you still as he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin. “Shut your fucking mouth you brat. You wouldn’t want me to hurt you too much later, would you?” You cringed as you felt his tongue slide behind the back of your ear, the piercing making you shiver.

“Niragi,” you heard Aguni say, saving you from the public embarrassment of getting felt up by Niragi in front of everyone you knew. “That’s enough, I think she gets the point.”

Niragi grunted in annoyance before loosening his fist on your neck. You sucked in a huge gasp of air, coughing slightly. Chishiya placed a gentle hand on your back in a sign of care, hoping that you’re okay.

Niragi aimed his rifle lazily at Chishiya’s face. “She’s fine, don’t touch her. A little choking is nothing she can’t handle.”

Chishiya immediately took his hand off of you, being taken back by Niragi’s comment.

You stood up straight after recovering, laying your eyes back on Niragi as he continued terrorizing the executive members.

God you hated that man. You hated how much you loved him.

*************

The room was now empty, consisting of no one except for you and Ann, who was still looking over Hatter’s body for any other injuries. You watched curiously, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Seems a bit weird, doesn’t it?” you spoke up through the silence.

“What does?” Ann answered, not bothering to look at you.

“Someone with a hundred percent winning streak dies now? Just as the tension between the militants and the others was getting to its peak?” you questioned.

Ann rolled her eyes sarcastically and turned towards you. “Took you long enough to figure out. Really? You didn’t suspect that from the start? Even after that shit-show that Niragi pulled earlier?”

You were taken back by her sudden anger. Ann never became mad at you, even if she had a legitimate reason to. You looked at her as she stared into your eyes intensely before sighing and turning back to Hatter.

“Sorry Y/N,” she apologized. “I’m just stressed. This shit is getting too heavy to handle, and now with Hatter gone and Aguni in his place, who knows what will happen to people like you, me, Mira, Chishiya and Alice. They could kill us if they want to.”

Her words hit your heart heavily. It was true. Aguni and his militants were never a particularly predictable bunch. And you weren’t exactly on all their good sides, well, except for Niragi’s.

“Sorry Ann,” you muttered out quietly. You thought it would be best to leave her alone. She obviously was quite distraught from Hatter’s death.

You shuffled out of the room, head held low in despair. Who knew what would happen to this place now? It was like a ticking time bomb only no one knew how long there was left until it exploded.

As you walked through the large door frame that led outside of the meeting room, a sudden grip on your arm brought you out of your thoughts and made you yelp. You were yanked into a hard chest, being held close and tight.

“Hey love. How are you feeling?” the person growled. You looked to see it was none other than Niragi himself. Of course it was, who else would treat you so roughly?

You stared into his ominous eyes, trying to read him. He ran his hand down your back slowly causing you to shiver. “Niragi,” you breathed out. You pushed against his broad chest to separate you. “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood right now.”

You stepped away from him and tried to escape down the hall, but he grabbed your hand before you could go anywhere. “Bullshit. You’re never in the mood. And the sass you were giving me in there in front of everyone says otherwise.” He pulled you back towards him, pushing your head onto his shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. “I didn’t like how you treated me, it made me upset.”

He was lying through his teeth, knowing that making you feel guilty for defending yourself against him would bring him more of your attention. Simple gaslighting, worked every time.

You chuckled against him then leaned back and cupped his face with your hands. He held a sad expression on his face, obviously to make you sympathetic.

“You’re such a big baby,” you laughed. “Try to act so tough and dominant in front of everyone, but look at you now. Crying into my shoulder about your feewings?” you mocked him. Niragi scowled and pulled his head out of your hands. “Shut up, as if you’re any better.”

It was true. That’s why you both clicked together. He was a gaslighting maniac who knew how to put up a fake ‘nice guy’ façade around you and you were a tough and snappy woman, who felt much too much empathy for others.

That’s how you fell into his trap. He used your empathy to his advantage, making you fall in love with him so he could have what he’d always wanted. Someone who loves him for who he is, no matter how many masks he had to put on for them.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning up and pressing a small peck onto his lips. “Can you promise me something?” he suddenly asked after you pulled away from his face.

You grew anxious about what he wanted and nodded your head slowly in hesitation.

“When the chance comes, can we leave The Beach together? Like, run away?” he questioned, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing tightly.

You laughed at his question, making him frown. He was being completely serious. “And go where Niragi? There’s not exactly a place we can go to.”

“Anywhere,” he answered sharply. “We could find a nice little hideout in Tokyo. Just you and me, no one else.” His grip on your waist tightened, making you flinch in his arms slightly.

He could see you tossing between answers. It wasn’t working, he had to try something else. He put on the fakest sad face he could do and pressed his forehead against yours while pouting. “Please? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You practically melted as his begging. “Okay,” you sighed.

“Promise me,” he reminded you, running a hand through your soft hair.

There was a short moment of silence before you answered. “I promise.”

*************

You laid in your room with the sheets tossed lazily over you. Niragi was called to go talk to Aguni again before he went to sleep, so you were waiting for him.

Your eyes scanned your book quickly, wanting to finish the chapter you were on before Niragi returned. Because god forbid you having your attention on something that wasn’t him when he was around.

You glanced over at the door when you heard it creep open and Niragi stepped in, placing his sniper rifle carefully on the ground nearby and removing his boots.

“You took your time.” you teased, putting your book on the nightstand and sitting up in bed. Niragi groaned tiredly, stumbling over to your shared bed and collapsed dramatically face down onto the duvet. You giggled at him, running a soft hand though his midnight hair and pulling it out of it’s hair tie.

If he was a cat, he swore he could’ve purred at your touch. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Not having physical affection for years on end does that to a person.

He sat up and crawled over to you. He grabbed your chin and pressed your lips together roughly, running his tongue across your mouth as he did so. You groaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him smirk against your lips.

After a few minutes, he detached his lips from yours and started licking and sucking your sensitive skin on your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck. He felt shivers run down his spine as you gripped his shirt in your fist on his back. He loved having this power over you, and having you accept him and love him enough to not fight back.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, giving him more access to your neck. As you did so, he placed a hand on your lower back and pulled you towards him, forcing you to lie down on the bed with him hovering over you.

He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, admiring your anxious expression painted across your face. He chucked. “What’s wrong baby,” he cooed, leaning down and continuing kissing your collarbones.

His voice was dripping in sweetness, so sweet it could’ve made you feel sick. It sounded fake, but you didn’t pick up on it. It was a shame. You saw Niragi as nothing but a victim of his own mind, but you weren’t able to see yourself becoming a victim of it.

“I’m just...” you mumbled out, feeling weak and vulnerable under his touch. “I’m scared Niragi.”

He pulled back again and looked into your eyes with a worried expression. “Why are you scared? It’s just me and you here angel. You’re perfectly safe,” he whispered out, stroking his knuckles down your cheek lovingly.

You knew you loved Niragi, but knowing he can change his personality in a blink of an eye unsettled you. Who knew when he would do that to you? You heard him speak up again.

“We’ve slept together many times before, why are you becoming shy just now?” he teased, lifting a hand and slowly running it up along your tummy underneath your shirt. Your breath hitched as his cold hands made contact, making your stomach muscles tense.

“So sensitive,” he cooed again, snuggling his head into your chest, just above your breasts. “I love you.”

The confession made your heart skip a beat and you tensed. Niragi noticed this, making his body fill with anxiety. Did he say it too soon?

“Sorry,” he mumbled against your shirt. “That was a bit much, you don’t have to say it back,” he gaslighted.

“No,” you cut him off. “I love you too.”

Niragi’s heart filled with warmth and he felt all his nerves tingle around his body. He hadn’t heard that since he was a kid, and hearing you say it did nothing but make him more fall in love.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sniffed out. You looked down to see him staring at you, tears filling his eyes. It made your heart ache.

He took his body weight off you and hovered himself above you again. “I promise, I won’t let anyone ever hurt you,” he mumbled, voice cracking slightly. His arms that laid on either side of your head acted like a cage. Whether you were trapped willingly or forcefully was beyond your guess.

As he leaned his head down again and pressed his still wet lips against yours, you felt his lanky arms snake around your torso underneath you, keeping you in place.

You laid there, moving your mouths together and holding each other as close as possible. It would’ve almost been romantic and loving if it wasn’t for the context. While one was preying on their victim to achieve what they’ve so desperately wanted their whole life, the other believed that that person was the victim themselves.

Such irony, to love someone who has a ‘unlovable’ personality, when it’s not even the one that you fell in love with.

The one you fell in love with was nothing but one of his many masks. And no one could determine whether he would ever take it off in front of you.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this one was actually hard to write. It’s a bit all over the place but I hope it was still enjoyable to read! Also I’m not going to do a Part 2 to this fic, but if you want to read something similar to this kind of yandere theme with Niragi, read my other fic called You’re Everything You Once Hated. I’m going to be posting a Part 2 of that one soon.

[idreamofplaid]

Whiskey and a Cabin

Square Filled: Skinny Dipping for @spnkinkbingo; Free Space for @spnfluffbingo; In Vino Veritas for @spndeanbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The right mood, the right place, the right woman, and some whiskey help Dean realize the truth about what he wants. 

Word Count: 3628

A/N: It took me weeks to deliver the fluffy Dean smut I promised to everyone who voted for it. Life intervened. My muse left, and then she returned. So, here it is.

Whiskey is not my friend. I mean, yeah it’s gotten me through some tough spots. Hell trauma, an apocalypse or two, and boatloads of guilt. But last night, it turned on me.

This wasn’t the first time you helped Sam and me on a case. You’re the best damn psychic I’ve ever seen, even better than Pamela. You’d think I’d learn after what happened to her, but there’s no denying your kind of skills are helpful.

It was just a celebration of the end of another case and everybody still alive. That’s all. A few beers that turned into a few shots. Sam bowed out, like he usually does, after a couple of drinks. I should have known when I gave him the car keys, and sent him back to the motel, that I’d wake up in your bed. Hell, who am I fucking kidding? I did know. I knew, and it’s exactly what I wanted. 

This is the hard part. It’s time to leave town, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again. This could have happened before. I’m surprised it didn’t. Well, I’m surprised I didn’t try. I’ve gotten hard more than once watching you move, and thinking about the way you moved with me last night is making me hard again. 

I can’t do this. I can’t think about wanting to see you again. I can’t think about those sounds you made while I was buried deep inside you, and your body was tightening around my cock milking every single drop out of it. 

I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my fingers hit my cell phone. Damn it. I at least want to hear you again, maybe set something up for the next time I’m in town. I scroll through my list of contacts and stop when I get to your name. My thumb hovers over it, and I remember the way your hair smells like strawberries and flowers. I tap the phone against my forehead a couple of times. 

What the hell am I doing? My life is on the road with Sam killing monsters. There’s no room in that for a girlfriend. What woman in her right mind would sign up for that? I fling my cell phone on the bed and get up to finish packing. 

I’m shoving my shaving kit into my duffle when there’s a knock at the door. I zip my bag up, roll my eyes, and head for the door. “C’mon, man, you gotta do better than this. You’re slippin’ Sa…”

My mouth probably fell open. I’m pretty sure it did. It’s not my brother standing there; it’s you, and you walked into the room like you belonged there, like you’d been invited. I mean I would have asked you in, but….you were already there.

“Don’t look so surprised, Dean.” You got right up next to me, so close I could smell the sweet fragrance of your skin.

I watched you run your fingers straight up the center of my chest and play with the top button on my shirt before you let it go and dropped your hand. “Did you think I was just going to let you leave without even a good-bye after last night? And I know you would have. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve known you too long.”

I didn’t know what to say. Words usually just roll out of my mouth around women. Sometimes it’s too easy, but I had no idea what the hell to say to you. I couldn’t just stand there looking like an idiot though. I didn’t want you to think I was dumb.

I ran my hand through the hair at the back of my neck. “I wasn’t gonna just...leave. I was about to call you.” You smiled at me, nodding your head in that silent “Uh, huh. Right.” kinda way. “I was, Y/N..because I want to see you again.”

You sat down on the bed next to my duffle, looked at it and ran your hand over the canvas. When you turned back to look at me again, you had that irresistible flirty smile on your face. “Are you saying that because I took advantage of you last night, Dean?”

I swear I felt the beginning of a blush making my cheeks warm. “You...you didn’t…’take advantage’ of me, Y/N.” If there was anything left that I could have pretended to pack, I would have, just to give my hands something to do, but you were too close to the bag.

Last night was a little hazy, but I remembered all of it. I could pretend I didn’t remember, but I doubt you’d let me get away with that, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to pretend that things weren’t the way they were between us, like I wasn’t the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Maybe it was the happiest I’ve been ever.

There was no flame burning in the fireplace, but the logs were still there. We were deep enough into spring that it wasn’t cold enough for a fire anymore, but it was still nice sitting on the floor in front of it with you. The logs might not be burning,  but I could smell the earthiness of the hickory. I liked it. It made this place you’ve created for yourself seem even more like a home somehow.

You poured more whiskey into my glass, and the bottle clinked when it touched the rim. The sound seemed almost festive, if those kinds of things happened in my life. For me, it was a little sad. It reminded me I didn’t have moments like that, couldn’t have them.

I let my mind wander for a second, longer than I should have. You looked so pretty sitting there on that rug that I know you picked out special just for this spot, just so the floor wouldn’t be bare. Uncovered floors felt temporary. They were as is. Nothing about them said “I’m going to stay here. This is my home.”

Being in a place that felt like this, like it had some roots, and being here with you, was making me feel things I usually kept buried deeper than the bones in the graves me and Sam dug up, but I couldn’t salt and burn this feeling away.

I should have stopped drinking, but it felt so good being here with you. It felt comfortable, and all those things together were enough to get me to start talking. You asked an open ended question, the kind I usually deflect in a heartbeat, but I didn’t this time.

“What are you thinking, Dean?” I watched your lips close around your glass as you took another sip of your whiskey. It was the Crown Royal kind you like with some flavor in it, but I didn’t even care that it was something I’d never drink, and why do I remember the kind of whiskey you like?

“Dean?” You were smiling at me and I was way too lost in this moment for my own good. “I asked you what you’re thinking”

I smiled back at you. It felt good to be smiling, for real, not pretending to be okay or trying to be funny to make myself think I was okay. This really felt good. “This is nice.”

It wasn’t the most original thing I’d ever said, but it was true. The next thing I said was better. It was so much better. I opened up that vault inside me where I keep my more complicated life feelings locked up and let them pour out.

“You’ve really made something for yourself here, Y/N. It’s the kind of place a  guy could picture himself staying for awhile.” You didn’t say anything. If you had, that might have stopped my grand confession, but you didn’t; and I kept going.

“I think about being somewhere like this, a lot.  I think about having a home and somebody to share it with. Somebody like you.” My eyes found yours, and for the first time I noticed just how pretty they are. I mean, I knew. You’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t think I’d ever seen you before like this. You weren’t just a potential one night thing, or at best a string of nights. 

I’d never thought before about waking up beside you for something really wild, like a whole week, because I was never anywhere long enough for that, much less something, permanent. And I knew, even though I never admitted it, that permanent was something I wanted. It was something I wanted, and right now you were making me ache for it.

You put down your glass and scooted closer to me. The way you were biting yur bottom lip made me want to taste it.

I tasted your lips last night and most of the rest of your body too. The memory of just how sweet you are is still on my tongue if I think about it, and it makes my mouth water wanting more of you.

I swear you can read my mind. That look in your eye, it’s like you know what I’m thinking. Not that it’s all that hard to figure out. I hope you’re remembering last night the way I do.

You lean over to the nightstand between the two beds, open the drawer, and pull out the motel’s notepad along with the pen they provided. Then you start to write something on the top sheet. That’s one of the things about you that makes me absolutely crave you; I never know what you’re going to do next.

I move a little closer, trying to see what you’re writing. Finally, I give up and ask, “Who’s the note for?”

You keep on writing while you answer me. “It’s for Sam, so he knows I’ve taken his brother for a couple of days.”

When you finish writing, you hold the pen and notepad out to me. “Now, tell him you’ll see him back at the bunker.”

I look at the page and what you’d written there. “Sam, Dean’s going to be staying with me for the weekend. Don’t worry. He’ll be well taken care of.” Y/N.

That last sentence was making my cock twitch. I took the pen and wrote: See you back at the bunker, Sammy.

You tore the sheet off the pad of paper and put it on top of the table where Sam would be sure to see it. We both knew it was rare for my little brother to miss anything. I stood there not moving, a little in disbelief about what was happening.

The smile on your face was indulgent and a little amused. You were enjoying this, enjoying me not quite knowing what to do. You closed your hand around my chin, fingers on each side of my face, and kissed me. I could still feel the warmth of your mouth on mine after you pulled away.

You gave my ass a pat as you walked by me on your way to the door and said, “C’mon, lover, I’ve got plans for you.”

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Your house is off the main road, surrounded by trees with a lake out back. It’s a cabin, but not like any cabin I’ve ever been in before. You’ve got a real kitchen with real cabinets, instead of rough shelves some hunter nailed to the wall just to be functional. There’s a place to eat in the kitchen too. As in, there’s an actual table where you have home cooked meals, instead of something just dumped out of a can.

Your bed is like a dream. You don’t sleep on cheap motel sheets that can be more accurately described using the word threadbare than thread count. Add you, naked and beautiful, to the mix; and it’s better than a dream.

I’m still lost in memories and possibilities of what we could have here together when you walk up behind me, put your arms around me, and rest your hands flat on my chest. I feel you lay your cheek against my back for a few seconds before you turn your head and put a kiss on my shoulder blade.

I turn in your arms and pull you up against me; it feels like you’re even closer than when you were behind me. Maybe because my cock is more than a little interested in resuming last night’s activities when it’s pushed into you like this. I lean down to kiss you, knowing exactly where I want this to go.

The way you kiss me is warm and soft, but there’s fire behind it. You’re everything I want, even the things I don’t let myself think about. Sex is the easy part, but you make me feel. You make me want to hold you always, and that’s a dangerous thought.

You’re the first to break the kiss and take my hand in yours. “C’mon, Dean. I didn’t get to show you the deck last night.”

I follow you outside, and the view out there is unbelievable. It’s hard to believe you live here; you get to see this every day. This is your life.

Your hand is still in mine, and I can picture us sitting there on your deck, sipping a couple of beers and watching the sun go down. Something else is on your mind though, and I don’t have the first objection to that.

You push my flannel back off my shoulders and drag it down my arms. It falls to the wooden floor behind me. You’re looking me up and down, making a big show of licking your lips.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Dean.” You pull at the front of my t-shirt, and I get the hint. I strip out of it, and you make a point of running your eyes over my naked chest. “Still too many clothes.” You say it with a certain gleam in your eye that I’ve seen there before.

I look around, feeling self conscious, like I’m expecting people to appear out of the trees. There’s nothing but pines and water. This is a private show.

I take off everything I’m wearing until there’s not a stitch left on my body. You run your hand down my side. As it gets lower, you move it around to my back so you can cup my ass and squeeze.

My body likes that. It likes that a lot. “Are we going to do this right here?” I ask you.

“Yes, Dean, we absolutely are.” You bite your bottom lip. You’re being all flirty and seductive with me, and I love it. Your teeth let go of your lip, and your tease your fingertips across my chest. “Just not yet,” you say.

I watch you taking your clothes off while my cock gets harder. You’re going to make me wait, and that’s hot. I’ll wait to come for you. I can’t believe I just said that, even in my own head.

You take my hand and lead me down the wooden steps of the deck. When my toes hit the grass, it feels good; but not as good as you look. Your hips curve just right, and your ass is so full and round; I can’t wait to get my hands on it. The way you walk, almost like you’re drifting over the ground, is so graceful. Fuck, but you are beautiful.

Just watching you has made me completely hard by the time we get to the lake, and I follow you into the water. It’s warm enough that my dick and my balls stay full and heavy. When we’ve reached a place where the water is up to my chest and lapping at my nipples, making them hard too, you stop and turn to me. 

The water has completely covered your breasts so I can’t see them anymore, but I can feel them. I cup them in my hands below the waterline and flick my thumbs over your nipples. The sound that comes out of you is breathy, needy, and one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It makes my dick bob in the water.

“Kiss me, Dean.” You say it through those beautiful hot moaning sounds you’re making. I wouldn’t deny you anything, and this is such an easy thing to give you. I want you so bad right now. There’s nothing but the feel of you in my arms as my lips close over yours, and the warmth of the sunshine on my shoulders.

The taste of your tongue is sweet on mine, and the deeper the kiss goes, the more I want you. You jump up and wrap your legs around my waist, and I grab your ass with both hands to hold you up. Your kisses are getting more intense, and I want you so much now, my cock is throbbing. I’m sure I’m leaking a steady stream of pre come, but it’s impossible to tell. You grind your hips against my aching cock, and I let out a groan louder than I meant to, but who’s going to hear us? We can make all the noise we want.

You’re kissing along my jaw and squeezing your thighs around me. “Take me, Dean. Right here. Need to feel you inside me, stretching me open.”

“Baby girl, you’re gonna make me crazy if you talk like that.” I’m almost gasping for breath at this point, at least if feels that way.

“Then stop talking,” you tell me. “Fuck me right now. Here. Under the sky with nature as our witness. Do it, Dean.”

I lift you up higher; you take my cock in you hand and position me at your entrance. Then I lower you down onto me. You’re so tight and feel so good I could almost cry from the relief and rightness of it.

I’m lifting you up and down, helping you ride my cock, while the water sloshes around us. You reach down between our bodies to stroke your clit and throw your head back, urging me on the closer you get to coming. “More, Dean. Harder.”

For once, I’m glad Sam nagged me about using the gym in the bunker. “We have it” he kept saying. Right now, I’m damn glad I wandered in there on a few occasions. I need all the balance skills I have to navigate the uneven bottom of the lake while I thrust up into you for all I’m worth.

Your pussy is grasping at my cock, choking it, challenging me to last a second longer. I will because you’re gonna come all over me before I let myself go. When I feel your walls start to clench around me and your nails start to tear at my back, I know I’ve got you.

“That’s it, baby. Mark me. Show me how good it feels.” I drag across your sweet spot and push into you as deep as I can. Your body shakes in my arms when you come.

The sound of you saying my name while you come undone is more than I can take. I fill you up, shooting my load inside you; and when I’m done, I drop my head onto your shoulder. “Y/N...that...you...are incredible.” I’m talking into your skin because I haven’t raised my head yet.

Time passes, I don’t know how long, with us wrapped around each other just like that. The next thing I’m aware of is your fingers combing through my hair. Ilift my head to kiss you again, and I can feel something shift inside me. It clicks into place.

Everything I said last night is the total truth, but there isn’t a drop of whiskey in me now. I could stay here with you, want to stay here with you. With that thought in my head, I walk out of the lake carrying you all the way back to the deck.

When we get there, I notice the folded up quilt and the pillows stacked beneath one of the windows. You had this planned all along. “Can you stand, sweetheart?”

Your head has been laying on my shoulder, and you turn it to kiss me right beside my neck. “I can make it,” you answer softly. 

My body has been separated from yours for awhile now, but when I put you down to spread out the quilt and pillows; I feel the loss of that contact in my gut. I need to hold you again.

I get things set up as fast as I can, sit down on the quilt, and pull you down with me. You lay back and put your head on a pillow first, and I can only hope you’re as eager as I am to feel our bodies wrapped around each other again.

It’s probably been less than two minutes since I let go of you, but that still seems like too long when I take you into my arms again. For a little while, my life is perfect. The warm sun overhead dries our skin while I run my fingers lightly up and down your back. Your head is on my chest where it belongs, and a bird singing is the only sound. I want to freeze this moment forever.

“Dean?” I kiss the top of your head.

“Yes, baby.” My fingers are still moving on your back while I wait for you to ask your question. “Do you think Sam would be okay in the bunker by himself for the next week?”

I feel a big smile spread across my face. “Oh, I know he will.” This is definitely the start of something. 

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[missymurphy1985]

The Medic (Part 2)

Warning - injury / accident / bit of flirtiness

Authors Note - I'm not medically trained in the slightest - forgive me for any inaccuracies!!

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You looked round, hoping to see him standing to the side, but no. He must've been under that rubble.. and the rigging...

You shouted for everyone to stay back to reduce the risk of any further collapse and slowly stepped onto the set, checking above you to make sure no more debris was going to drop. Once you were sure it was clear, you slowly edged onto the rubble, stepping where you could see the floor, careful not to dislodge anything.

"Cillian?! Cillian, can you hear me?" You called, hearing no response as your heart skipped a beat. You composed yourself and stood as still as possible, looking through the debris. You spotted his hand, sticking out from between the rigging.

You could just about make out his body, he wasn't moving. You could see his chest rising and falling, but the motion of it massively concerned you.

"Anto, call an ambulance - his breathing isn't right! Someone come help me move this stuff off him, slowly!" You called, not taking your eyes off him. His chest was moving up and down irregularly - all your years in A&E, you recognised a punctured lung when you saw one.

Three of the crew came over and following your strict instructions, they lifted each piece of ceiling off the pile, revealing more of Cillian's body. The movement and noise roused him, you saw his eyes flutter open.

"Cillian, do not move! Stay completely still until I've checked you over, say YES if you understand?"

"Y-yes...." He groaned, clearly in pain. Each item lifted caused him to cry out.

"Do not move..." You warned, making your way to him now a path had been cleared. Anto had brought your bag over and placed it at your side as you moved into Cillian's line of sight.

"An ambulance is on its way - you're fine, okay? I need you to tell me where it hurts."

"Chest... Right side..." He coughed and winced. You knew there was a small piece of rigging resting on his ribs and now you were closer you could see it had clearly broken his lower ribs.

"Breathing?"

"Can't.. get.. air..." He was struggling. Really struggling. You didn't have time to wait for the ambulance, he'd lose too much oxygen. Taking a deep breath, you took out a scalpel and plastic tube, along with bandages, a syringe and antiseptic spray.

"Cillian, I need to reinflate your lung. If I don't do it now, you'll suffocate. Paul, can you hold him still please?" Paul came over and you put his arms across Cillian's upper body.

"The... Fuck?" He gasped, seeing the scalpel in your hand.

"I need to do this. If I don't, you won't be able to breathe in around 2 minutes time... Trust me. I've done thousands of these.." You didn't give him time to argue. You injected a numbing agent into his side, and immediately sliced into the skin. He tried to scream but the sound didn't leave his lips, too breathless to make any noise. He struggled against Paul, and Anto came over to help pin him down. You ignored his whimpers as you inserted the tube, immediately feeling the rush of air escaping it. You inserted a syringe into the top of the tube and slowly pulled to release the air into it, closely monitoring how much came out so as not to pull too much.

Within minutes he took deeper breaths, his skin losing the blue tinge you'd noticed moments after arriving at his side. You removed the syringe but kept the tube in place, bandaging tightly around it. Your fingers moved to the back of his neck as you checked his spine.

"I need you to tell me if you feel any pain, or if you feel nothing. Okay?"

"Okay.."

You fingers moved down his neck, he confirmed he could feel it but no pain. You moved to his legs, the same response. At that moment, paramedics arrived.

You handed over to them, explaining what you'd done, and they took over as you stepped back. Your hands started to shake.

"Drink this..." Kate was next to you suddenly, handing you a cup of sweet tea. She wrapped her arm over you to comfort you as your whole body shook. "You're in shock, drink that. You'll be fine."

"I can't believe I just did that... I've never done one before!"

"I thought you said -"

"I lied, I didn't want to scare him.. I've only seen other doctors do them.. what if I've fucked it up?"

"y/n, he's breathing. You didn't fuck it up, I think you just saved his life! Shit me, y/n, have you seen your leg?" You looked down and saw blood - you must've caught your shin on a stray piece of rigging, a huge gash ran across it. Kate got to work checking it out, confirming you definitely needed stitches and let the paramedics know. They said you could jump in Cillian's ambulance.

Once you'd been stitched up, you asked the nurse about Cillian. She had left around ten minutes ago, promising to find out for you. Instead of the nurse coming back, it was a doctor. A doctor you knew from medical school, he'd been your teacher.

"Dr. Taylor?"

"I knew it was you when the paramedics told me! Y/n, you saved that man's life - he would have suffocated if you hadn't intervened when you did!" The relief flooded through you.

"I was so scared I'd done more damage... Is he going to be okay?"

"He's discharged himself - he just needs monitoring in fairness. Broken rib that will heal in time is the worst of it. He said you were the onset medic - can you take it from here?"

"Yes of course. I'll make sure he heals properly. Do you have any supplies?" He nodded and handed you a bag containing antibiotics, bandages and antiseptic lotions and creams.

"He's waiting outside for you. As soon as he found out you were here he refused to leave until you did." You smiled at his gesture. He must've been dying to get back to his hotel.

Heading into the family room, he was waiting. He looked exhausted, blood on his white shirt. Standing gently, he pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you. For what you did. Wouldn't be standing here with you now if you hadn't."

"Just doing my job."

"Don't be so modest. I owe you.."

"Well you can pay me back by taking this medication, resting for a few days and let me take care of you without giving me another death stare?" You smirked.

"Yeah.. it's not every day someone stabs you in the ribs!"

"All in the name of saving your ass Murphy!"

You got back to the hotel and followed Cillian to his room. He had to pause every so often to catch his breath and wince from the pain of his broken rib, to the point where you eased yourself under his arm and helped him across the hallway.

"Are you sure you should have left the hospital?"

"I hate hospitals, and I kinda hoped you'd take the reins."

"That's what I'm here for. Give me your room key." You took the key from him and opened the door, easing him through gently and sitting him slowly on the sofa.

"When can I get back to work?"

"You'll need a couple of days before your lung inflates back to full capacity, and your rib won't heal fully for weeks yet. I know you're on a tight schedule but I won't clear you for work for three days minimum Cillian." He rolled his eyes on frustration, slowly lying down on the sofa.

"Fuck..."

"I know, I'm sorry.. listen my room is just down the hall. Here's my mobile number. If you need me, just call okay?"

"You're going already?"

"You've taken your meds, all you need to do is rest now. Get some sleep if you can?"

"Fat chance of that, my ribs are on fire. They gave me paracetamol, like that's gonna do anything..."

"You allergic to anything?" He confirmed no, and you promised him you'd be back, quickly running to your room.

"Tramadol," you smiled, handing him one of the pills and a glass of water when you got back. "Only take one - it'll help you sleep. Come on, you need to be in bed."

He took the pill, and once it had kicked in a few minutes later he let you pull him up and lead him to his bed. His feet unsteady underneath him as the drug entered his system, you had to help him undress, chuckling slightly watching him attempt it himself.

"You look like a drunk old man!" You laughed, taking over from him and unbuttoning his trousers. Pushing them to the floor, his crotch in your immediate eyeline, you tried to remain professional - the temptation to look was too much though and you couldn't stop yourself stealing a small glance.

"Like what you see y/n?" He smirked, noticing your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. He wasn't even hard, but the outline was clear as day through his boxers - if he was that big soft, Jesus...

"What? Oh no, I uh..."

"No? Hmm. Might wanna tell your face." You looked away quickly, standing up to unbutton his shirt. Slowly easing it over his bruised shoulder, you couldn't help looking at his toned, hairless chest, the ripped muscles in his arms. You cleared your throat, and involuntarily bit your lip, you could feel your core throbbing and mentally scolded yourself.

"Look at me," he lifted your chin and your eyes met his.

"Once I'm healed, and able to move - I'll make it up to you my own way. Deal?"

"Your own way?" His hand caressed your cheek softly, eyes never leaving yours, as he gently leaned in to kiss you. As much as you tried to fight it, you couldn't, and you returned his kiss. You could tell he wanted to ignite things further, but the tramadol you'd given him was coursing through him, making his legs unsteady. You pulled away, easing him down into bed and pulled the covers over him. Quickly grabbing his mobile phone and putting it on his bedside table, along with the note with your phone number, you noticed he was out cold. You pressed your finger to your lips, a slight jump in your heartbeat at what had just happened, but remembering quickly that he was high as a kite on painkillers and wouldn't remember a thing come morning.

"But I'll remember, and that's enough for me," you thought out loud, smiled and headed out into the lounge area. You called Anto and updated him on what had happened.

"I'm gonna stay until he wakes up - Tramadol can have weird side effects, I'm going to keep my eye on him, if that's okay?" You asked, not wanting to annoy your boss on your first day.

"Y/n please - you're needed there more than here right now. Stay with him until he's healed up, we can film everything else while he's resting. Three days you say?"

"At least. I need to know his lung is back to normal before I can clear him for work again."

"Not a problem. His health comes first. Thank you for taking care of him y/n."

"Anytime. I'll keep you in the loop."

You hung up, and immediately heard him groaning. Knowing what was coming, you grabbed the washing up bowl and ran into his room just in time for him to throw up into it.

"Looks like I'm staying here until the Tramadol wears off at least..."