#sorry for putting this in the tag but I couldn't contain it any longer i had to speak my truth

[allhallowstiel]

alright if no one else is gonna say it i will. crowley looked unbearably horny when he made aziraphale try human food. i have never seen such powerful carnal desire ever in the history of television.

[callofdudes]

Hello how are you are you good? May I ask for some headcanons? Please make it longer if possible. A wonderful cook with a female reader. For Ghost Simon and (separately)Konig, please? if you do this can you tag me in the post too please? have a nice day

No I totally didn't lose this in my drafts while trying to come up with stuff. I do hope the length is ok, sorry that it took so long 😓

Y'all are wholesale today! I like it! Thank you for the request @simligul I tried to make it as long as I could so I hope you enjoy.

Female! Cook x The Tall Boys.

(Each tall boy sold separately)

Ghost:

He cannot cook to save his life. He knows how to put honey on bread and that is the extent of his knowledge.

He's gotten used to the MRE's that they're mandated to eat, but the first time you cook him a meal from scratch he falls more than he thought he ever could.

This man straight up either eats MRE's when he's at home or orders skip the dishes constantly to the point where it's kind of unhealthy.

Before you were living together he didn't know you could cook. He'd taken you out to restaurants but hadn't ever witnessed you active in a kitchen before.

So when he does...

You smile when he approached the kitchen, curious of the wonderful smells that are being produced. His nose leads him right to you in your apron with stains all over the cloth.

"What is this?" He asks, admiring the scene from the doorway and the apron you wore.

"What do you think? I'm making food."

He poked his head around and eyed the different ingredients simmering and popping in pans on the stove and his stomach cries out loudly. He looks back at you and you laugh at how he's practically begging you with his eyes. "Get out of my kitchen, I'll call you when it's done!"

He will come back every now and then to check on you (and the food).

When you finally set up the table and call him to eat he is borderline hyper. He sees all the steaming beautiful food and he will devour it all.

You are too good for him. Before he even sits down he will assure you that it looks absolutely delicious.

When he does manage to sit down and starts eating his stomach is beyond grateful. He had gotten so used to eating MRE's that he had genuine forgotten what it was like to eat a real meal. When he gets through the first three thrill bites his stomach grows three times the size. You yourself are a bit surprised by how much he ate. You barely had any leftovers to pack up.

Full of food and warm he'll hug you from behind while your washing the dishes and mutter thanks into your neck.

He'll hang around you for the rest of the evening and gratefully crash next to you in pure bliss.

From the day you first cooked for him forth Ghost longs for the days when he can return from war to your loving arms and a home cooked meal.

After going back to camp he'll occasionally mention that the food there tastes like shit compared to what you can make. This causes Soap to want to come with him on leave just to taste your food.

"I've missed you." He'll hug you close and rest against you for a while before taking off his head and stepping into the living room. Before he can even take his boots off he can smell the thick aroma of food. His stomach praises you loudly, making you giggle.

He takes off all his things and kisses you before going over to the kitchen. Again he will praise you for every bit of food on the table.

If he comes home after you've already packed up for bed, he'll check the fridge for food and there will be a little sticky note on the containers of leftovers. "Hey love. Sorry I couldn't be there to greet you. Tonight's dinner is xyz, have as much as you'd like."

He misses you when he isn't able to come back for the holidays. He loves hanging out with you around Christmas and Thanksgiving. But the food you make is so good around the holidays. He's always surprised by just how much effort you put into meals.

He tries to keep mention of you around base low. While he enjoys talking about you, he doesn't like the constant teasing from the others. But when Johnny starts to hear more about how good a cook you supposedly are, he is on his knees begging to come back to Simon's home with him for the holidays. And Simon was going to refuse, until somehow he didn't.

He thought you were going to be abrasive about all the guests when he showed up at his home with Price, Johnny, and Kyle right behind him, but you welcomed them with open arms.

Ghost smiled when you opened your arms and welcomed Price into your home. How you smiled so kindly and you were genuinely happy they were there.

There was no anger for being intruded on or barging to reach your husband, it was heartwarming to watch how you treated them.

When you'd met everyone and shaken their hands, you greeted Simon who was still taking his coat off. But that didn't matter. You pulled him into a short kiss before urging him toward the couch.

Simon and Price tried to help you with setting up the guest bedroom but you weren't having it.

"You lot must be exhausted. Sit, I'll have supper prepared in an hour." Simon smiled. "You're wonderful." You shoved him down onto the couch. "Rest, hang out with your friends." And you walked off to start preparing the guest room for the three.

You were right to assume they were exhausted. They tore their gear off and settled down on the couches. Finally getting to watch some good TV.

They didn't bother to move for the rest of the evening until you called them to dinner.

"Dinner is served boys!"

Kyle and Johnny were the first ones up and sprinting for the kitchen. Their stomachs empty of anything but the McDonald's they'd had early before their flight out.

Johnny was in heaven when he came in and saw the food. It was enough to feed a small army. He grabbed your hands and shook them roughly. "Oh Mrs. Riley you're an angel." You chuckled and handed him a plate as Simon and Price came in to inspect the food. "Take as much as you'd like, don't worry about leftovers and if I need to make more I can."

"Thank you ma'am." Price served himself.

Once they'd vacated the kitchen Simon gave you another kiss and took what the boys had left. "Do you want any?" He asked.

"Have it darling. You deserve it."

The boys were impressed with your cooking the first time. But when the 25 of December rolled around three days later it was a feast. You were happy to have Simon's friends along with your family for Christmas.

"Any friend of Simon's is a friend of mine. You are always welcome in our home."

Jokingly you get Simon a cookbook for Christmas so he can take it to the base with him. Whenever he gets the chance to go shopping (which is rarely) at least he'll be able to make something comprehendable with the foods.

Simon does eventually ask you to teach him to cook. And you'd thought he'd never ask. You started with basic recipes, something he could remember easily and come back to. A starter. And then you got out of hand. Sauce all over your apron and Simon getting his oil covered fingers all over you.

You taught him to bake as well. Because who else is going to make the 141 cookies? You couldn't keep sending them in boxes every month when mail slots opened up.

Simon enjoys baking more than cooking. He will lick all the utensils. If you're making chocolate cookies he'll lick the spoon/spatula/whisk, whatever you used he'll lick it clean. And you need to constantly supervise him when baking because will 100% eat raw cookie dough without fear of consequences.

"Simon! Don't eat that! You'll get sick!"

"fuck off!" He'll say as he playfully pushes you away and grabs another handful of dough.

If he ever comes across a dish he likes or thinks he'd like, he'll send a picture of it to you. When he goes to Mexico Rodolfo takes care of meals for the group and If Ghost likes something he'll hint you off like, "Hey Y/N, look at this really delicious looking dish... A shame I'll only be able to eat it once. Unless..."

Another thing he enjoys about it, is not just the food. But watching you cook. You have a smile on your face the whole time and you seem in utter bliss to cook for you, him, or anyone else.

And the apron.

Teasingly pulling on the strings from behind you or helping you take it off. It's small but it manages to mesmerize him every time.

If you are part of the military most of this still stands, when you first cool for him and the boys he's stunned and amazed. Maybe he's a little annoyed that you didn't start making food sooner when everyone was bitching and moaning about MRE's.

In the very, very, very rare instances where Simon is sick you're the type to not let him out of bed. Simon is either so sick he's unable to move or he can power through it, there is no difference to you. You'll lay him in bed and bring in a warm bowl of soup. And while Simon protests you'll cup his jaw and help him eat.

"I don't need help-"

"Shh, lay down Simon, let me take care of you."

"I hate how sweet you are."

"I love you too."

König:

König knows a little about cooking, but not a lot. His mother taught him him how to make basic cultural dishes including some sweets.

He enjoys cooking on the occasion but the military doesn't offer him much for culinary adventure. So he's become less fluent. Put him in a kitchen however and he could make you a warm meal from his heart.

When you first cook for him, his mouth is watering. He's absolutely starving when he gets home from base and his surprise when he came to see you and your house was swimming with the smells of culinary love.

He'll slip into the kitchen and eyeball all the stuff that's going on. In a heartbeat he's on his knees for whatever your making.

"Darling- please! I haven't eaten a proper meal in so long!"

"Get out of my Kitchen König, I will call you when it's ready. Just rest."

This man will sit by the corner of your kitchen. He will make sure he's pressed up against the wall but not entering the space. He'll crawl into a ball and whimper to make sure you remember he's sitting there.

"König, it'll only take a couple of minutes." You chuckled when he starts to slowly drag himself back into the kitchen hoping you wouldn't notice.

When you finish up he is giving you the biggest puppy eyes he can. It's as if his irises grew in size, they're practically sparkling when you motion with your finger and he jumps up. "YES! Thank you!"

He grabs a plate and doesn't hold back to shovel food onto his plate and rush to the table to consume it all. There is barely enough for you this big boy took so much.

He's scarfing it down when you take your seat and all you can do is just lovingly stare at him. His eyes are practically glazed over when he tastes it on his tongue.

"Darling, this is absolutely amazing, thank you."

"You're welcome König, you deserve it."

This man goes into a full food comma. When he's out his plate in the dishwasher he goes and passes out on the couch. You find it absolutely adorable.

He's just passed out. Usually when König comes back home it takes him at least a day or two to take the hood off and another couple to full relax. But tired and full it's the first time you've seen him throw his hood on the coffee table and just pass out without a worry.

You're not even complaining.

König and you exchange recipes. While you teach him some of the dishes he doesn't know how to make, he'll show you how to make dishes from his home.

When he gets back he will not shut up about you. He won't tell new recruits or other members unless their already friends, subject of his anxiety. But he loves to talk about you with his small group of friends and his operatives team. You're his shining light.

When he starts digging into military food again his head is just filling with all the ways you could cook this so much better and slop in a tube was just as bad as it was when he first signed up.

He finds himself getting particularly homesick now whenever he eats food that is not cooked by you. He always thinks about the dish and it will relate back to you in some way.

After König teaches you to make his favorite sweets, you make sure to send him a tightly sealed box of them every month for him. (If they can survive over time ofc)

He shares with his team because he wants them to also taste your baking and cooking. He will proudly tell them how wonderful you are and after tasting the sweets they all agree.

König is a little more lenient with his leave time, so he gets to see you somewhat more often then others. When he returns again around Thanksgiving he isn't expecting utterly extravagant meal he finds.

He slouched against the door, tired and gross. He looks up when you come over. Your apron on and your hair up. You gasp when you see him. "I thought you were coming back tomorrow?"

König tiredly shakes his hand and opens his arms for you to rush into. He's sore but he hugs you tightly. You smell of freshly baked goods and spices. He breathes you in deeply and he knows he's home. He sighs and nuzzles his forehead against yours.

"I've got food on the table love, come join whenever you're ready."

"Thank you meine liebe."

When he does join you he takes in all the smells of home. His mind and his body starting to relax just at the hand of the fruits of your labor.

You guide him to the table and get him a plate. The area is well lit when he returns to make him feel comfortable.

The two of you will talk as he eats. And it's not unusual for him to go back for seconds or thirds. Sometimes if he's extra hungry he'll raid the pantry for food.

Crashing in bed after a warm meal is the best feeling. His stomach sated, he wraps his arms around you and feels his worries slip away.

You crawl in bed next to him and snuggle up against him. "Goodnight" and despite his food coma, König pulls you to his chest, content to stay here forever.

When he's on leave he offers to bring Horangi back to stay with you both, just so you can taste the food. He has no plans for his leave except sitting in the kitchen and enjoying whatever warm meal you've set up for him.

Bringing Horangi back then were both incredibly excited about your cooking. König could almost taste it and Horangi had heard many good things.

You were overjoyed to have Horangi over and cooked a feast for the two. Horangi's mouth was watering and all König could say was "Seeeee!"

Both König and Horangi sit by the kitchen entrance, watching you like cats going back and forth, back and forth.

The smell of the food is not lost on them when you bring them into the kitchen finally. Seeing everything you've prepared.

"This looks stunning ma'am, thank you a thousand times for having me." Horangi took your hands and squeezed them, unable to contain his excitement. Or his hunger. His stomach started to snarl before he could finish his expression of gratitude.

You once again stand back and let the men eat what the want. You weren't at all surprised when Horangi had just the appetite that König did.

It was funny watching them talk while they feasted, occasionally melting and having a brain aneurysm over how good it was.

Compared to the food on base, Horangi will now get on his knees and kiss the ground you walk on. You are a fucking angel for taking care of him when he comes over.

He will not stop talking about "König's wife can cook!! And you don't get any of it, because you're not invited! 😏"

König is just glad you're there for his friends, willing to provide hospitality and food. You can't turn down anyone it seems.

But he wouldn't change that about you.

He loves to dance in the kitchen with you. If you're cooking something and you have music in the background, König will come over, hands cupping your waist and drawing you toward him.

"And what are you doing??" You hold a spatula covered in sauce up to him and he licks it happily. "What does it look like??" You pulls you in and twirls you around the kitchen.

"König, watch out for the stove." You giggle.

He keeps turning and spinning you, pressing kisses to your throat and cheeks.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too you big goof."

He smiles, nuzzling against your neck, the smell of the spices imprinting on your skin. They must have. After you've cooked an apple pie you still smell of cinnamon. And it drives him crazy.

König loves you so much, he wouldn't dream his life any other way. And certainly not without you in it. He gives you another kiss and you shove him out of your kitchen.

"Food isn't really yet."

"But looooove-!" He whines.

"No, you'll have to wait. Like a good boy." You smirk.

He huffs, but he can't say no to that. So he plops down and sits longingly at the entrance of the kitchen, watching you as you cook.

[hungrywriter]

10 days (Pt.2)

Jobe Bellingham x reader

A/n: @hummusxx @iissza @fleurographist @luvvtrent

I am so sorry for making Jobe a dick. 😭

When the Bellinghams discovered that Jobe had a two-week break, they wasted no time in booking a surprise vacation for the family. Jobe's anticipation grew as he imagined the luxurious destinations they might visit. Would it be the sun-kissed beaches of Hawaii? The vibrant streets of New York? Or perhaps the cultural wonders of South Korea or Singapore? However, when they arrived at their destination, Jobe's excitement quickly turned into disappointment.

Instead of a glamorous five-star vacation, the family had opted for a quieter, peaceful town near the coast. Jobe couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction. He had dreamed of attending fashion shows, indulging in six-course meals, and shopping for the most luxurious football gear. These were activities he had imagined doing alone or with his family, free from the incessant pestering of Emma.

Yet, as Jobe explored the town, he discovered that it had its own charm. With its white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and a renowned five-star resort, he realised there was potential for enjoyment and relaxation. Perhaps he could make the most of this unexpected vacation.

Back at the resort, the family settled into their rooms, intending to rest before heading out for dinner. Jobe, still carrying some lingering frustration from his relationship with Emma, decided to vent his emotions by redirecting his dissatisfaction towards something else. He called for the manager to attend to him immediately.

"I want my room cleaned again," Jobe demanded, his voice tinged with irritation. The manager, visibly nervous, stammered in response, trying to assure Jobe that the room had been adequately prepared.

"But sir, I believe my workers have done a good job in preparing the room for your arrival, Mr. Bellingham."

"Well, I did pay for this room, so I have the right to complain!" Jobe retorted, his impatience showing.

The manager reluctantly called for the cleaners to come to Jobe's room promptly. Moments later, a male and a female cleaner entered, the male looking nervous and the female displaying a touch of attitude. They inspected the room, ensuring they hadn't missed anything, but it appeared just as clean as every other room they had tended to. The male cleaner spoke up, assuring Jobe that the room had already been cleaned.

"See, Mr. Bellingham? You have nothing to worry about. My workers have already cleaned the room specifically for you," the manager chimed in, hoping to diffuse the situation.

Unsatisfied, Jobe persisted with his complaints. He insisted that the room be cleaned again and threatened to escalate the matter to the higher-ups, even going as far as to imply that the manager's job might be at stake. It was then that Y/n L/n, the female cleaner, couldn't contain her frustration any longer.

"Hey asshole! Do you think you're the only guest here?" Y/n's voice carried a note of irritation. "We have many other rooms that actually need our attention. If you hate it so much, why don't you clean it yourself?"

Jobe was taken aback by Y/n's confrontational attitude. He glanced at her name tag, silently acknowledging her identity. Turning his gaze back to the manager, Jobe demanded an explanation for her rudeness. The manager, now even more fearful, hurriedly pulled Y/n out of the room, reprimanding her and instructing her to calm down. Jobe could overhear the manager asking her to find somewhere else to cool off.

"I apologise for my worker's unprofessional behaviour. She can be... unpredictable at times," the manager explained as he reentered the room, attempting to smooth things over.

Jobe huffed in response, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity about Y/n's outburst. He decided to put the incident behind him and headed out of the room, seeking activities within the resort to distract himself from his mounting frustrations. Little did he know that this encounter with Y/n would mark the beginning of a journey that would challenge his perceptions and open his eyes to the world beyond his own privilege.

[k-slla]

The road so far

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

WARNINGS : Injures, blood, language (if I missed any, I'm sorry)

A/N: This will be a multiple part story, so if you enjoy and would like to be tagged, comment here or send me an ask/message :)

Also, any feedback is appreciated!

Reader's POV

"Y/N, relax, I'll get you back to the bunker as fast as I can an." Dean tried to calm me. I'd gotten hurt again. It was supposed to be a quick in and out for the four of us.

Now Sam and Garth were finishing the job. Just a small vamp nest, they said. You'll be ready, Y/N, we have a plan, they said. By the end of the evening I was cornered by two vamps and one of them managed to stab me with my own blade before Dean ganked them. "Sam! I need to get Y/N back to bunker. Cas can't find us here and she's losing quite a lot of blood. Can you two manage here?"

Now here I was, on back seat of the Baby, trying so hard to not to break down. I searched for Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm sorry, Dean. I thought I had them on my own. That I didn't need help. I need to..." He looked at me with almost angry look. His look softened immediatly when our eyes met. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Please just try to stay awake, alright? You'll be fine. We'll talk at home, okay? Just a little bit longer. Cas will heal you." I sighed. He didn't even believe his own words. "You don't know that, Dean." I whispered. "He didn't even have his mojo last time we saw him." I slumped on the seat.

"I'm ruining you car, D." He looked at me with amusement. "Seriously? That's what you're worrying about right now?" he laughed. "You know she's seen worse."

I almost didn't even feel pain anymore. I'd gotten so numb already when he pulled to the garage.

"CASTIEL!" Dean yelled and slowly pulled me out of car. Angel was beside us in a second. "She got hurt. Please help her!" Dean begged. No strength was left in him. Both men kneeled next to me. Cas put his hand to my stomach and tried to heal me. I only felt burning sensation in my abdomen which pulled animalistic shriek out of me.

"No! No! Please, stop! It's worse!" I wheezed. I was on the verge of passing out.

"I can't heal her this way. I'm sorry, Dean, I think I'm only hurting her." Cas finally said.

"Can you get her to the library table? I have to try suture the wound myself."

"Wait, Dean. There is one other option that could work."

Dean looked at Cas. "Care to elaborate?" he finally snapped.

"If Y/N gives me permission, I can possess her. That way I can use some stolen grace I have for emergencies. It should heal up me and any vessel I use." Dean looked skeptical. "You carry around stolen grace "for emergencies"? Did you have to smite an angel for that? And are you even sure if it'll work?" he questioned.

"Well..Yes,yes and no. But it's the only option right now and killing the angels was in self-defense so I see nothing wrong with that, too. I just need to know if Y/N is willing to try that. I can't promise anything." he looked at me softly.

"Yes, we can try that. I've got nothing to lose. You have my permission." I whispered.

Castiel put his hand on my cheek and I felt immense force crashing through me. And then suddenly it stopped. I saw everything around me but I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. Jimmy's unconscious body was next to me.

"Dean. Give me the grace. It's around my neck. Well..Around Jimmy's neck. You know what I mean." I heard myself talk. It felt eerie.

Dean reached out and took out a little ampoule containing the grace.

"Damnit, Cas, this better work." He gruffed. Unbearable cold took over my body as soon as Cas consumed the grace.

Last thing I remember is feeling the angel leave my body and passing out from exhaustion.

I slowly opened my eyes. Brain couldn't yet register where I was but as I saw Dean next to me, I felt calm.

I took in my surroundings. I was with Dean in the bunker. I was safe.

"Hey, Y/N. Take it easy. Try to sleep a bit more, okay? I'm not going anywhere." he whispered softly.

I laughed wryly. "You look like shit, D. Couldn't Cas heal you?"

"Uh..no. He couldn't. He basically went all in for you. But don't worry about me. Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing major. Seriously now, Y/N, try to sleep. Sam and Garth aren't even back yet, so even just long as they come home, okay?"

"Fine, dad." I mumbled quietly and again fell asleep.

I woke up next morning rested and almost like myself. I went to the kitchen for breakfast and boys were already sitting at the table. Quite possibly researching next case for us.

"Morning, guys!" I smiled at them. I poured myself a big cup of coffee and sat down next to them. "So, what's next for us? Shapeshifters? Djinns? Wraiths?" They shared a look.

"How you're feeling today, Y/N? You took a serious beating yesterday. With the stabbing and angel possession and whatnot. Wouldn't you like some time off?" Sam questioned.

"What? No. I'm fine. Ready for the next challenge." I grinned widely. I got up to make myself a sandwich.

"Y/N, please, just hear us out, okay?" Dean pleaded. "Take some time off. Just for a week. We don't want to see you get hurt again."

I've always known how to shut myself off during confrontations. I just didn't have backbone to stand up for myself. This time I wasn't going to stay quiet. I slammed the knife down on the table and took a deep breath.

"Let me just ask this, Sam. If Dean would've gotten hurt yesterday. Hell, he did get hurt. Would you convince him to take a break for a while?" I turned to look at Sam and felt nerves bubbling.

"Of course I would! But Dean didn't get stabbed last night. You did, Y/N." he countered. "Okay, fair point. But either way Dean would never stand down from a hunt. Both of you know that. Why do you have the need to bench me right now? Cas healed me. I'm fine. Seriously. No need to walk on eggshells around me." I angrily turned around and finished quickly making my sandwich. I left the kitchen to go and eat in peace in my room.

Few days after that hunt I was cleaning my room when I heard soft knock on my door. I had managed to ignore them so far but I guess I had to talk to them sooner or later. "Hey, it's Dean. You awake?" I tried to be quiet but then dropped a picture frame on the table. "Damn it!" I muttered.

"Can I please come in? I want to talk to you." he asked. "Yes, you can come in." I sighed and sat on my bed.

He sat in front of me on the bed. "Listen, I don't want to argue with you. I know you're more stubborn than me so it wouldn't be very smart of me." He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. " I just need to say that we... I can't bear the toughts of losing you. Ever. I just can't. For the love of God, why didn't you call for us the other night. You know that it could've ended very badly for you. " His voice was quiet and quivering as he spoke.

"I know that, Dean. I get it. But you were all fighting there for your life. There were more vamps than we all originally thought and I was confident that I coud take on just two of them. Dean. Listen to me." I took his hands and looked into his beautiful green eyes. I sighed.

"I know what I got myself into when I decided to stay with you boys. Hunter's life definitely isn't all fun and games. We get hurt, or some of us die. But that's life. I've made my peace with it." He cut me off. "Y/N, you're not even 30 yet. How can you say you've made your peace with dying when you haven't even lived a life yet? You should have a white picket fence and an apple pie dream life, y'know." I started laughing. He got very confused. "Dean. Just don't. Please don't start teaching me how to live my life, when you won't do the same. Can you please leave me alone now?" I said quietly.

"Fine." He stood up. "But I am not letting you come to the hunt today. Got it?"

Dean's POV

I left her room and leaned against the door. God, you're such a pussy, Dean, what stopped you telling her this time? I thought.

I heard muffled scream through the door but thought it would be better not to interfere again.

"So, just like at Glenwood Springs, this wraith has developed taste for crazy brains. This is a all night drive from here. Any ideas how to approach it?" Sam asked whe I entered the library. "How's Y/N by the way? Seemed okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, on the surface at least. Wouldn't really talk about it. What's up with the wraiths hunting in the psychiatric hospitals? Do they get high on meds or something?" I sat down at the laptop looking over the victim cases. Youngest was 28, like Y/N. That's sad. "So, should we get admitted to the hospital or the FBI scheme again? Or we go halfsies? " I said and smiled at Sam.

Halfway on the road, I pulled car over to the side of the road. "Dude, you up to drive? My eyes are tired, man." Sam looked at me like he's seen a ghost. "Yeah, I can drive. Are you okay, Dean? You took a decent hit to the head the other day. You might have a concussion." he asked worriedly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired." I said and tried to stifle a yawn.

He started the car again as I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. We were driving for some time when he broke the silence. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"You can, but it depends if I'm going to answer." I said sleepily. "Will you tell Y/N about your feelings for her?"

What did he just say? "Uuhhh, what, I have no feelings for her. And even if I did, then a) it wouldn't be any of your business and b) no I wouldn't tell her because there wouldn't be a point in it, because in this line of the work, we don't get happy endings." He sighed loudly. "Dean, don't think I'm blind. I see how you look at her. Would it really be that bad to even try to get a happy ending?"

I started to get slowly angry. "Sam, drop it, okay. Yes, it would be bad to try because 99% of the people I care about, have died, or gotten hurt or possessed. You are just exception that proves the rule, even though you've died too on multiple occasions. I can't risk it, okay?"

Rest of the drive I tried to sleep. It wasn't easy, considering the thoughts of Y/N were occupying my head. Of course I had feelings for her, how couldn't I? She was the most beautiful, brilliant and stubborn woman I've laid my eyes on. I just can't give my enemies the leverage of using her against me. And she probably doesn't reciprocate anyways so why even try.

"So, Bobby will meet us at the hospital, to get me admitted, so I could get more of a inside scoop. You and Jody will handle the FBI part. Sounds good?" "Sounds like a plan." Sam said as he pulled into town.

Sam dropped me of at the corner of the hospital, where I was going to meet with Bobby. I was getting nervous, which was very new for me. I was just going to talk about out life. Just mentioning the drama with Lucifer, Michael and the Apocalypse should get me a permanent spot in padded cell. Seeing Bobby pull up in his Chevelle, I raised my hand to wave at him.

"Hey, son! You ready to pour your heart out?" he laughed. "Sure am, Bobby. Sure am." I smiled as he got out of car.

The first few days went really really slowly in the hospital. Sneaking around at night wasn't really easy with the guards every where. Not being able to contact with Sam or anyone else didn't help also.

Finally almost week later I saw the wraith in the mirror, so I knew exactly who to follow. Only thing for me left to do was to somehow let Sam know who it was before it was too late.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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Rest Your Weary Hands Part 21

Part 20 Snippet 3 - A Real Man

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Contains: Fluff, protective Ivar, possessive Ivar, smut (oral sex f receiving, fingering, P in V) Ubbe is still the best big brother, Ivar loves his wife.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

Ivar was awake before you, his hand rested on your stomach. He could feel your skin under his finger, a tiny bump just bearly starting to appear. In these early hours, Ivar often wondered why you were with him. Ubbe kept saying it before you started your relationship, you were smart, kind and beautiful, you had your own money and could easily have anyone but you were with him, a cripple.

He often thought of himself as selfish for staying with you, that he should leave you and let you find someone worth you. But those thoughts were banished as you pressed against him in your sleep, your small hand flexing on his chest made his heart thump.

"How long have you been wake?" Your voice was rough with sleep, "not long. Go back to sleep y/n, it's still early and you need rest." He started stroking your hair and you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, as you fell back into sleep, Ivar pulled himself out from under you and turned on his side, and tugging you into an embrace. He felt you wriggle deeper into his arms and he wrapped his arms around your back.

"I love you y/n."

You were awoken a few hours later by Ivar gently rubbing your back with his fingertips, "is it time to get up already?" He felt his chest move with a chuckle, "yes dear, our baby needs food." You grunted a hauled yourself up.

"Our baby might want it but I don't know if my stomach will hold it." Ivar put his braces on and went to your trunk, pulling out a dark yellow table, "here, suck on this, I've seen you give it to pregnant women before." You smiled at him and took it from his hands.

"Maybe you could do my job while I'm busy with our baby." Ivar smirked at you, swaging over to pull you into a kiss, "whatever your heart desires."

You walked out of your bedroom together, Ubbe and Aslaug were already sitting down and you could hear the others coming from their rooms.

"Morning." Ubbe lifted his head sleepily, "morning, are you feeling better today?" You nodded softly, "yep, I think I just ate something funny." He looked at you like the liar you were.

"Did you hear about the Earl coming today?" Sigurd sat down at the table next to his mother, clearly ready to gossip.

"No, who's this Earl and why is he coming here?" Aslaug chipped in, "he wants a wife." That made sense, since York fell, most of the Earls and Jarls were looking for wives to ensure alliances.

"Good for him, I have to meet with the builders one final time and then I have to move all out stuff into the spare room so they can start on construction, I don't really have time to fuss over someone, even it's an Earl." Ubbe put his bit of bread down.

"Should you be lifting anything?" You shot him a confused look, "why do you ask that?" He shrugged, "I just figure you and Ivar and starting to think about children, lifting isn't good for your child bearing ability." You chose not to respond to that.

The rest of breakfast went by without anyone questioning, just as you were about to start talking to the builders, you were called away to treat someone who had taken a nasty fall off a horse.

"I'm sorry dearest, you'll have to deal with them all on your own." Ivar pouted, "go off and save lives, you can't hold me responsible for what I add to our room while you're away." You could hear the mischief in his voice, "oh, now I'm worried." With one last kiss, you left.

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You were walking through the market when he came up to you, "miss, miss. Earl Erik would like to meet you." The man was smiling and friendly, "I'm married." That didn't seem to change anything.

"No matter, he would still like to see you." You shook your head but went anyway, as you rounded the streets towards to inn, you were greeted by a mildly attractive man with a false smile.

"You are very beautiful miss, can I ask your name?" you stood there with your hands on your hips, "As I told your friend, I'm married." He looked at your finger and smirked.

"What kind of man leaves a pearl like you to wander the streets by herself?" He was trying his best to charm you, "my husband knows I can care for myself." You really didn't want to continue this conversation. Unbeknownst to you, Hvitserk had run in and got Ivar when he saw you being brought over.

"Wife, where have you run off to?" You turned around and were greeted by your husband's smiling face, "oh hello my love. Earl Erik was just saying that you were a bad husband letting me walk around the market by myself." The man went pale, looking for you to Ivar and back again.

Ivar smirked, all cruel and malicious, "did you say that, Erik? Do you think my wife is unable to look after herself?" He didn't respond, "I'm sorry My Prince. Your wife is very beautiful, I would never allow something so exquisite to leave my sight." Ivar threw his hand over your shoulder, pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

"She is exquisite. However, songbirds don't sing when you keep them caged. It would be a crying shame if I clipped her wings, wouldn't it." Erik had no way to react; if he said yes, he would be admitting he was wrong, if he said no, he would be insulting Ivar.

"That's what I thought. In future, when a woman turns you down, you listen." He stood up, coming a little too close to you, "she never said anything about being married." Ivar knew it was a lie and so did Erik.

Ivar turned dramatically, making a show of walking away before turning on his heel and setting upon the man. The Earl didn't stand a chance, he was already on his back before he had the ability to defend himself and then all you could hear was Ivar's fists landing on the man's face.

"Ivar, that's enough." He didn't stop, you went to pull him off but Hvitserk put a hand softly on your shoulder, "this isn't just about you and Ivar, he has to prove that disrespect won't be tolerated. He'll be fine." You relaxed and soon after, Ivar detached from the man.

"Would you like to try that again?" The Earl spat out a mouthful of blood, "now I see it, she's with you because she's scared you of you." It was your turn to teach Erik a lesson, you picked up a metal jug at swung it at his head. It made contact with a hard clanging thud and he crumbled to the ground.

Ivar chuckled was filled with cruel mirth, "well then, I think I'm going to take my wife back inside, you should leave by tonight."

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Ivar's gaze got progressively more heated as you walked to the spare room, it was still sparse, bare and cold. Ivar waved for you to sit on the bed before going over and stoking the fire, "let's sit and talk for a while so the fire can warm the room. I don't want you getting cold." You ran your fingertips over his cheek, "you can keep me warm." He grabbed your wrist and kissed each fingertip one by one.

"Yes, but I would rather we wait till the room isn't freezing. I know how much you hate being cold." You leaned in and rested your weight on him, "I think we should keep both beds. If we don't use it for our children, I'm sure we can use it for other things." The tone of your voice made it pretty clear what you were thinking of.

"Really, what other things are you thinking of?" You smiled softly at him, "I think you know." He smirked down at you, "hmmmm I do." The fire was crackly softly in the background.

"The room is warm now Ivar." You were reaching up to brush the dress off your shoulder, "yes it is." Ivar put one finger under your chin and pulled you in for a kiss, his other hand came up to remove the rest of your dress off your torso so it pooled around your waist.

"Your skin is so soft." His eyes were locked on your chest, "I can't wait to see you swell with our child." You huffed, "swell is right, have you seen pregnant women. There's going to come a time when I won't be able to put shoes on because my ankles are so swollen." Ivar's fingers were drifted over your breast to graze your nipple.

"Then I'll just buy you bigger shoes." It was clear he was paying more attention to your skin than your voice. You shook your head softly, "I love you Ivar." He smiled and his hand moved from your beast to your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

"Lay down my love, let me take care of you." You did as he asked, pushing your dress off your body on the way, "you already take care of me." Ivar wasn't listening.

He was kissing down your body. When he got to your stomach, he stopped, "I will never be able to thank you enough for giving me this y/n." You reach a hand down to press it to his face, "just being with you is thanks enough Ivar." He smiled against your skin.

"My sweet wife." His lips finally met your centre and your head fell back on the pillows, they were soft, like he wasn't trying to get your anywhere, he just wanted to touch you.

The build-up was steady, when he felt you start to shake under him, he sild two fingers inside you and curled them to hit that spot that made you see stars.

"Ivar, please." He moaned against your flesh and clumsy you moved your hand down to grab at him. He stopped it before it reached its destination on the top of his head, lacing his fingers with yours. You felt his thumb rub slowly along the back of your hand and you could feel the callouses on his skin.

He listened for the catch in your throat then went in like a man dying of hunger. You came violently, holding onto his hand for dear life. He kept touching you softly as you came down, then kissed his way up your body.

He gently spread your knees with his, then slotted himself between them, "do you want this?" You gave him a happy but confused smile, "why wouldn't I?"

He chuckled and slid into you slowly, "you're always so needy for me. You look at every man who crosses your path like he could never measure up to me, do you know what that does to a man?" His hips were moving slowly but enough to make it hard for you to respond.

"No words?" He sped up and you were gasping onto his chest, "It makes me feel like a God amongst men." His hips were slamming into you now, he was grunting and snarling like an animal.

"If you weren't already with child, I wouldn't let you leave this bed until you were." He felt you nails dig into him and you were clenching around him like you never wanted him to leave your body.

"Come one, give me one more." One of his hands left its grip on your body to rub your clit and you exploded, "good girl." He followed you soon after, grunting then collapsing onto you. You wrapped your arms around his body and held him against you, "I'm not crushing you am I? He felt you shake your head under him.

"Good, I can stay like this for as long as you need."

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Ivar stayed on top of you until the aftershocks faded, you were laying in his arms when Sigurd burst in. Ivar threw the blanket over you with such speed.

"Gods, I'm so sorry. Mother is insisting that you come to the table for dinner." You didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on his brother's hand on your belly.

You got dressed and walked out a little while later, "are you feeling better?" You looked at Ubbe confused, "I don't know what you're talking about." He didn't drop it, "Kindra was a little worried, it seems that food is still disagreeing with you."

So he knew.

"Much, thank you for thinking of me." He was glancing at his mother who was struggling not to smile over her cup. You wouldn't be able to hold out on telling them much longer.

Halfway through dinner, Hvitserk stopped you, "you hate that dish, why are you eating it?" You looked over at Ivar who was shrugging at you.

"How long have you guys known?" They acted like you had no idea what you were talking about, "known what?" Aslaug's tone was cheeky, "that I'm with child?"

"AH HA I KNEW IT!" You shook your head, "good for you Ubbe." Ivar smiled and put his hand around you.

"Yes Ubbe, you're always right. When are you going to get married and give me grandchildren?" That shut him up, "I'm just waiting for the right woman." Aslaug tilted her head up him, "so my handmaid isn't the right woman? You've been spending so much time with her that my room hasn't been cleaned in days."

Ubbe broke out into a huge smile, "maybe she is. If I could spend even more time with her I might know for sure." Aslaug waved her hand, "I'll give her tomorrow off then."

She turned back to you and Ivar, "congratulations, both of you. I think we should have a feast to celebrate this wonderful news. I will tell the servants to start the preparations tomorrow."

Sure enough, a few days later the Hall was a hive of activity and people were coming from all over the land. Aslaug said that it wasn't just about the baby and they also had a lot more to celebrate but it was clear she was bursting with excitement.

Ivar was brushing your hair, his fingers occasional scratching your damp scalp, "you are enjoying yourself, dearest?" You nodded as best you could, "yes, it feels wonderful." He chuckled behind you, "good, because I'm doing this as often as I can. Once your round with my child, you shouldn't have to worry about anything."

You turned slightly, "Ivar, I have to be able to live my life. I know you love me and you're grateful that I'm giving you a child but you don't need to baby me." After he was done brushing your hair, he moved to rub your shoulders, "that's fair, but still, anytime you need anything, so matter how small, all you need to do is ask."

Knock Knock

"Can I come in?" It was Hvitserk, "yes brother." He was holding a plate of food, "I brought you something y/n, it's the only thing Kindra has been able to eat when she isn't feeling well."

It was bread with salted chicken and butter, "thank you Vitty, that's very sweet of you." You took a bite, the saltiness really helped ease the constant nausea you were feeling.

"Yes thank you brother." Hvitserk smiled, "I have a lot of competition. If I am to be the favourite uncle, I need to start early." You giggled, "of course Vitty. Although Ubbe also wants to be the favourite uncle, so good luck."

He sat with you and Ivar while you finished the plate then took it with him back to the kitchen. Ivar was rubbing your arms up and down while softly digging his fingers into your sore muscles.

"Your skin is so soft, and I have I told you today how much I love your hair?" You giggled, "you tell me everyday." Ivar smirked behind you, "then let me tell you again, I love your hair. I love how good it smells and how soft it is, I love how is frames your face and the way it moves when you walk." You spun around, putting a hand on his face.

"You are very sweet Ivar, if we are to have a girl she's going to be lucky to have a father like you." Ivar smiled softly, "I can't wait to meet her, she never going to have to worry about anything." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "she going to have you wrapped around her little finger, we will not be spoiling our child, boy or girl." Ivar huffed a laugh.

"You say that now, but when you meet her, you'll change your mind." You shook your head, "you're so sure it's a girl. if you're wrong, I'm never going to let you forget it." He wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm ok with that."

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The feast was in full swing now, half of the guests were huddled around Kindra and her growing bump and the others were around you. It was nice that all these people had come from far and wide to see you and Kindra and share in your joy.

"How have you been feeling?", "are you tired?", "Is the baby moving yet." It was question after question, mostly from men while their women sat by and shook their heads.

Lagertha and Bjorn had come to see both of you, Bjorn congratulating you with a big hug and an offer to babysit. Lagertha was more excited, fussing over both you and Kindra like you were her daughters.

Ivar finished his conversation and came over to sit next to you, his hand resting on yours, "how are you feeling my love?"

You squeezed his hand softly, "good, a bit sleepy but good." His fingers came up to stroke your face, "then let's head to bed. I'm sure everyone will understand that you need your sleep." You thought for a moment and nodded softly, "I'd like that."

You spent the next little while thanking everyone for coming then made your way to your temporary bedroom, Ivar following close behind. He helped you climbed into bed then pulled you onto his chest.

"Good night wife, I love you."

"I love you too."

Part 22

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

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Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

[sydnikov]

Babe? || A. Svechnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov/Reader

Word Count: 814

Summary: Calling your boyfriend, Andrei, by his first name instead of a term of endearment to see his reaction for a TikTok prank.

Warnings: Mild insinuation at sex, (probably) bad Russian translating

A/N: Okay, I got the idea to write this lil blurb from this video and I just. I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. Not really. Enjoy. Also I didn't proofread this all that much so don't mind any typos or anything like that. Sorry it's so short I felt bad tagging everyone when it's below 1k words :')

Translations:

¹Ты невозможен - You're impossible

²Иисус Христос, детка - Jesus christ, babe

You had trouble holding in your laughs and making sure you weren’t giving yourself away as you set your phone against the potted plant on the counter in front of you, making sure to look as inconspicuous as possible. After seeing a couple’s trend go viral on your favorite social media app, you knew you just had to try it out with Andrei.

Even if it was just a teeny-tiny bit unfair to him to put him through such torture as the trend commanded, but. He was used to your humor and pranks by now. Mostly.

Biting back the smile that wanted to spread across your face, you made sure your phone was hidden in front of you before pressing record on your boyfriend seated in front of you.

"Andrei, can you pass me the chips?"

Warm brown eyes immediately whipped around from where the two of you were sitting across from each other on the kitchen island, his brows now furrowed in a look of utter confusion and even concern.

Andrei looked around warily for a moment, regarding your masterful poker face with caution before he slowly put his phone down on the counter in front of him.

"What?"

Your eyes crinkled at the corners, and you bit your bottom lip so hard that it almost bled as you tried to stop yourself from bursting out laughing at his confuzzled expression.

"Can you pass me the-"

"What did you just call me?" The Russian interrupted again, looking oh-so-very serious and concerned all at once that you almost felt bad for pulling the prank on him.

Almost.

"I said, 'Andrei, can you pass me the chips'-"

"There- there, you said it again," Andrei leaned back in his chair, looking like he was stuck between deciding if he wanted to laugh or interrogate you on your sudden switch in names.

A giggle broke through your nonchalant expression at that. You just couldn't help it. "I don't know what you're talking about," You couldn't contain your smile any longer, but Andrei still didn't look convinced that you weren't secretly angry at him or something, so really it couldn't be helped that you just had to tease him some more. "Andrei."

That's when Andrei tilted his head back with a loud groan, but the undertones of exasperation and even amusement let you know that he had figured out you were teasing.

Maybe. You were always good at acting in school.

"Baby," he pouted exaggeratedly, flashing you his puppy dog eyes that almost had you melting immediately on the spot. "What did I do?"

"Nothing..." Your words were starting to get broken up by restrained giggles at how confused he looked, and you completely lost it when Andrei threw his hands up and dramatically walked away, shouting Russian that you failed to understand as he disappeared down the hallway.

"Andrei!" Your eyes filled with tears of laughter as you heard his muffled response from the bedroom, "That's not my name, babe!", and that's when you finally decided your boyfriend had suffered enough for your amusement.

"Babe, no, wait, I'm sorry-" You managed to wheeze out in the midst of your laughter as you tried to walk from the kitchen, but ultimately failed as your body was overtaken by unrestrained giggles.

You had just managed to haul yourself up from the floor when you saw Andrei leaning against the doorway, and at the disgruntled yet vaguely amused look on his face you had to hold your hand up to cover your mouth as you couldn't hide the large smile on your face.

"¹Ты невозможен," Andrei muttered to himself affectionately before he walked over to you and wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, lifting your laughing form above his shoulder as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

You squealed in surprise and quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in support, your body still shaking from leftover laughter. "Wait, where are you-"

"To the bedroom. I'm mad at you now."

"Oh… I'm sorry… Andrei,"

Andrei muttered something that sounded like angry Russian cursing, making you laugh once more even as he descended onto your awaiting form.

"²Иисус Христос, детка-"

"You still love me though.”

“Unfortunately,” He teased, though quickly kissed away the pout on your lips as soon as it formed. “Don’t say that again, though,” He muttered into your lips, pulling back when another loud laugh escaped you.

“You mean your name?” You asked incredulously with every hint of amusement present.

Andrei rolled his eyes before looking back down at you with a playful raise of his brows. “Only my mom says my first name, and when she does it’s when I’m in trouble. You know this already.”

“Right.” You nodded slowly, and Andrei knew you were about to say something cheeky as soon as he saw the mischievous grin slowly spreading across your face.

“Sorry. Andrei.”

~

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Show Me Your True Colors

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader

Words: 14092 (I swear this was supposed to be a short oneshot but it got out of hand. I'm so so sorry.)

Warnings: 28% smut, 72% plot. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Oral (male and female receiving). Fingering and Squirting due to overstimulation. Some dom/sub elements but not full-on. Creampie. Rough handling (e.g. hair-pulling, spanking, hand-binding, some more hair-pulling). I think that's all?!

Inspired by these posts [x] [x] and by this lovely artist. Thanks @danniburgh for humoring me with my thots.

A/N: I came back from my temporary hiatus to post this because I couldn't wait. And now I shall return to my little corner again. Sorry guys these school/administrative issues are taking longer to deal with so I'm for the most part still away. This is not beta'd. Let me know how I'm doing in the comments please and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy. And you can add yourself to the taglist here.

It’s such a different atmosphere, from what he remembers at least. It’s been so long since he stepped foot on a university campus, and he can’t help but smile at the spectrum of personalities all around him. While some students lounge underneath the trees and on the grass, others ran hastily to their courses. Those were probably freshmen.

As he makes his way through the campus, he has to look at his phone numerous times to figure out where exactly he was going. That’s definitely one thing he didn’t miss about being in school, the fact that he was shit in directions and how he almost always got lost during the beginning of each semester.

When he does finally find the art history department, he silences his phone and heads to the first office he can find.

“Good afternoon, my name is Nicola. How can I help you?”

“Hi Nicola, I’m here to see Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I was wondering if you could direct me to her office please?” Marcus smiles as he unbuttons his suit jacket, not realizing that his FBI tag was now visible to the world.

“She’s currently in one of her lectures, you could-” Marcus follows Nicola’s line of sight when she grows quiet and groans when he sees that she noticed his FBI tag.

“Please, she’s not in trouble. I am part of the FBI Art Crime Team, and I’m actually coming to ask if we could get her professional opinion on an artifact. Just need her to consult on something.” He smiles at Nicola and waits for her expression to relax before he continues.

“Do you mind telling me which lecture hall she’s in?”

“Y-yes, she’s in H140. Make a right at the door and it’s the hall all the way at the end.”

“Thank you Nicola, have a good day.” Marcus nods at her before he buttons his jacket again to avoid any suspicious, terrified looks as he makes his way to the lecture hall. He walks quietly, avoiding the students walking past him as they exit the rooms. When he reaches the door, he turns the knob slowly to not make any noise, hoping that he wasn’t being too disruptive once he walks in. As he shuts it behind him and looks around, his eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

There are at least 250, maybe 300 students filling the seats of the room. He awkwardly smiles when some students look to the side and see him standing at the foot of the door. He quickly takes a seat and says nothing as the students return their attention to the large projected screen. Marcus hears what he assumes is your voice through the large speakers but he can’t place your position. As he looks at the projected images, he finally catches you through his peripheral vision as you step off the railing near the exit doors at the front of the room.

“Because of this association with the gods, many amulets used to ward off the evil eye include depictions of mythological figures and deities who are almost, if not always, female. To the Greeks and Romans, the most common fascinations with an evil eye were women in any shape or form. They were thought to have the most powerful and harmful gaze that might kill if eye contact was established. That’s basically me telling you to never look me in the eye or else I will curse the cow of your second cousin twice removed.” Laughter reverberates off the walls at your joke and only grows louder when you whisper, “just kidding...or am I?” Marcus can’t help but smile at your jokes, watching with fascination as you move up and down the stairs of one side of the lecture hall once you continue to speak.

“Now, I know what some of you are thinking...isn’t that a bit sexist? Well, to the ancients, no. And to us, it’s kind of a meh thing. I know that doesn’t sound very feminist of me but it all comes down to the culture and the ancient practices that carried over. Just remember that it wasn’t because they were women, it was because they were thought to be powerful...a glass half-full kinda thing.” Marcus watches you closely as you maintain your focus on the students before you switch the slide and stand in the middle of the stairway with your back towards the projector.

“So, we find goddesses such as Erinnyes or the Furies associated with the evil eye because of their avenging nature. Their heads were covered in serpents and their eyes were always bloodshot and one of the Furies by the name of Megaera was considered in late antiquity as the personification of envy and whose eyes were the most envious and deadly of all the Furies. She was described by poets as baskanon omma pherousa...bearing the evil eye. Naturally, many children in late antiquity constantly wore amulets of stone galactite to protect them from the eyes of Megaera, and sometimes even wore necklaces with her face on it to counteract the evil eye of someone else and have her curse the ones who tried to harm them. Basically, the ancients were playing a game of tag with the evil eye.” You descend the stairs and walk to the other side of the hall, and Marcus feels his chest tighten with how much confidence you exude, not just through your words but with how you carry yourself as well.

“Perhaps the most famous of these dangerous women is Medusa who was one of the Gorgones in Greek mythology. The Gorgones were one of many female beings such as the Harpies, the Erinnyes, the Graiae, and the Keres, who were said to be grim-faced, and who held horrible looks. Briefly, the story tells of how she was one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth and later became hateful-looking by Athena as punishment for being raped by Poseidon in the middle of the huntress’ temple. Her hair became serpents and she was so furious that anyone who would look at her would turn into stone...at least that is the version you will hear from the “all-knowing” male scholars within this field. But, and I know I’m going on a rant here, if you’re like me, you’re more likely to argue that Athena pretended to hate Medusa. The serpents were no punishment! The goddess looked at the poor woman and gave her a weapon to use against men because unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything to avenge her...not only because she didn’t get along with Poseidon but also because he was a god as well. Anyway, back to Medusa’s amazing power which I would love to have so I could use it whenever I’m talking to some professors in this department...don’t quote me on that.” Again, Marcus chuckles at your side commentary and notices how calm and enjoyable the atmosphere of the lecture is. If only he had professors like you when he was in university.

“Even after she was decapitated by Perseus, her powers were very much alive and it is said that Athena placed Medusa’s image on her shield, once Perseus returned it, in order to use it when she hunted. This suggests that depictions of her severed head held apotropaic power and like earlier, one could use a creature who held the power of the evil eye against another being who is said to use the evil eye. Following this principle of similia similibus, it is not surprising that most of the amulets found in Greece and Rome contained illustrations of Medusa’s decapitated head on them. What was once the possessor of the evil eye became a protective symbol against the very same thing.” Just as you are about to continue with the next image, an alarm goes off and Marcus frowns in shock at how inconsiderate it was that phones weren’t silenced. But his surprise only heightens when he sees you running down the steps to your desk and picking up the phone sitting in the middle of the table.

“Ahhhh man, we were just about to get to the cavalier. That’s okay. Remember, the second response is due first thing on Friday. If you can’t turn it in during class, shoot me an email and we can work something out with my TAs. Go forth my clever spawns!” Marcus stands up and glues himself to the wall when he sees students emptying the lecture hall, his eyes on your form at the front of the class. He hopes you don’t leave out of the front exit and begins to make his way to you through the multitude of undergrads leaving. When he reaches your desk, he stands to the side until you finish chatting with one of the students and begins to collect your work.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Please, it’s just Y/N. Who are you and how can I help you today?” You almost do a double take when you look up from your bag and see the man standing in front of you. To say that you were starstruck by the man in front of you would have been the understatement of the century.

“I’m Special Agent Marcus Pike,” he holds out his FBI tag for you and watches as you raise an eyebrow at him before you swing your bag across your shoulders and motion for him to follow you out of the hall.

“I would like to put it on record that I do not, in fact, wish to turn any of my colleagues to stone.” You joke, and Marcus senses that you are perhaps nervous at seeing his tag.

“Believe me, I would like to do that to some of mine as well...but no, not why I’m here.” Marcus clips the tag below his jacket as he walks with you.

“May I ask what I have done that caught the FBI’s attention?” You walk ahead of him, and ask him if it was okay for him to head over to your office with you.

“I’m with the FBI Art Crime Team and I’m here on a request. We would like to consult you on an open investigation and I came here to ask what your availability is.” Marcus follows you up the stairs, barely forcing his eyes to remain on your feet instead of elsewhere.

“Oh, me? That’s...wow. Of all the things I thought I would accomplish in my life, that’s definitely not one of them. May I ask what it is you need my opinion on?” You push open the doorway of the staircase and point at your office across the quiet hall.

“Unfortunately, there is a lot of paperwork you need to fill out before we get to work so I can’t disclose anything about the case until you sign in.” Marcus steps into the office behind you and watches as you set your things down before you move to your desk. He can’t help but feel his muscles loosen at the sight of the bookshelves across your room.

“This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to me all year long so yes, hundred percent. I’m available for the rest of the day today as well as tomorrow and Friday after lecture which ends at the same time as today’s.” You beam up at him as you take two books out of your bag and replace them with a folder that was sitting in the middle of your desk. Marcus looks at you quizzically, marveling at how much easier this was going. He genuinely thought he was going to meet with someone who was probably a bit proud and perhaps as much of an asshole as his previous professors but you were so much different than anyone he’s ever met within this field.

“Are you sure? I understand if you need to take a week or two-”

“No please, you’ll be saving me from faculty lunches and two seminars by colleagues that I genuinely cannot fucking stand- oh, sorry. Sorry, didn’t mean to-” You swing your leather bag around your shoulder again and shut the blinds of the windows before you walk to the door.

“Please, you don’t have to worry about that with me.” Marcus chuckles at the excitement rolling off of you and bites his lower lip when he watches you quickly fix your hair.

“I might need to have lunch on the way to your office though if that’s okay?” You take a plastic container out of your bag and smile sheepishly at him as you lock your door.

“Wow...is your bag bigger on the inside or something? And, yeah fine by me.” He pushes his hands into his pockets again and walks next to you, a little corner in his heart gradually filling with hope letting him know that he should be cautious. He didn’t want a repeat of last time.

You both chat briefly on your way to headquarters and Marcus apologizes every time he looks over and sees you struggling with your food. By the time you make it to the building, Marcus can tell you are a bit nervous and he assures you once more that this was merely a consultation.

“Wait how did you even find me?” You take your jacket off along with everything in your pockets, laying them down near your bag as they go through the scanner. Marcus passes through with his badge and waits for you on the other side, picking up your things as you put your jacket back on.

“I made some calls and a friend suggested to get in touch with you because of your expertise.”

“Oh now we’re getting somewhere. You have a Greek artifact don’t you?” Marcus halts in his steps and looks over to you as he shuts his eyes in irritation. He should have watched what he said.

“S-sorry I couldn’t help it. I’ll stop until I fill out whatever paperwork you have for me.” You take your things from him and walk quietly as he leads you to the elevators.

“I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s not personal, it’s just-”

“Business I know. I know. I’m so used to watching this kind of stuff in movies that I tend to forget it’s all fake and you’re...the real deal.” You hope he doesn’t see the way your eyes trail over his taller form, silently cursing yourself when you meet his eyes and notice how he’s already staring at you with a smile.

“Sorry.” You apologize again and look straight ahead, hands tightening around the leather strap when you realize that he’s still looking at you.

Marcus fists the hands in his pockets to prevent himself from saying anything else that might make you uncomfortable, and he looks at the increasing numbers as they reach his floor. A loud ring signals your arrival and Marcus stretches out his hand so you could walk ahead of him. You wait until he tells you where to go and say nothing when he stops for a second and whispers something to another agent.

When you arrive at his office, you stand to the side and wait for him to tell you what to do.

“What’re you doing all the way over there? Come here.” Marcus calls you over to his desk and smiles, hoping to put you a little at ease. You step towards him and set your stuff on the floor as you sit opposite him on one of the two chairs. He pulls out a couple of files and sets them in front of you in four different piles.

“That’s a lot of paperwork.” You chuckle nervously as you take out a pen from your bag.

“I know, I’m sorry. But that’s why I’m here. These are the building rules and your signature is basically you telling us you’ll abide by all of them.”

“I don’t know any of them.” You respond immediately, and rub harshly at the pen between your fingers.

“I’ll be with you at all times so you don’t have to worry about that.” His smile throws you off guard and you nod before you sign the highlighted areas.

“And these are you swearing that you will tell no one of whatever you see, hear, do, etc. within the building.” You nod and sign through the stapled paperwork before sliding them his way.

“We’re almost done. These two are like the second pile but they have to do with this case specifically. And they extend to outside the premises, meaning that if I or another agent on the case tells you anything that has to do with your work here today while we’re grabbing coffee from across the street, you can’t say it to a living soul.” Marcus points at the four highlighted boxes and tells you to sign the date next to them as well.

“So I can say it to my dead cousin?” You ask as you sign the two papers and hand them to him, unable to hold your laughter when he shakes his head as he pushes the last pile towards you.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

“Can’t help it.”

“And finally, these are you swearing that whatever you tell us today, be it an opinion, a fact, or anything else, is the absolute truth. Basically, you’re not fucking with us.” You raise an eyebrow at his choice in words and he shrugs his shoulders as he motions for the empty spaces again. When you’re done, Marcus collects all the files and places them in a folder before he unlocks his desk and pushes them inside.

“I don’t ever want to see my signature again.” You whisper as he leads you out of the office towards a conference room. He holds the door for you and nods ahead, waiting for you to step in before he shuts the door behind him and turns around. You try to ignore the hand pushing on your lower back as you walk in and spot three gentlemen and one woman standing towards the end of the long table.

“Wow, that was quick.” The female agent is first to speak and you say nothing as Marcus introduces you to them.

“Thank you for coming on such a short notice.”

“Of course. This is very exciting for me so I’m happy to help in any way.” You shake her hand and stand to the side as Marcus motions for you to sit down.

“This is Lydia, Ethan, Henry, and Noah.” Marcus points to each member of his team as he pulls out a chair next to you and sits down.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You nod towards them and look at the folder that Lydia hands to you. Marcus says something as you flip open the folder but you can’t respond, eyes almost falling out of their sockets as you take in the large image on the page. You look up at Marcus and everyone else before you return your attention to the picture.

“You recognize what this is then?” Ethan breaks the silence and watches as you move through the pages quickly.

“Umm, that seems like an oversimplification but yes.” You continue to study the images in front of you for another few minutes before you set them down and look up at Marcus.

“Some explanation would really help me out right now.” You tap softly on the papers, and your mind conjures up the wildest possible stories behind the images currently displayed in front of you.

“Oh right yes. We received a tip from the Smithsonian’s acquisitions department about a man trying to sell them this artifact for three million dollars,” Marcus notices your eyes widen but he continues, “but they’re not sure if it’s stolen or not. And he refuses to cooperate.”

“Which is where you come in. Have you seen anything like this before and if so, where?” Lydia stares at you as you return your attention to the pictures again.

“And the Smithsonian can’t confirm this?”

“Far from it. Marcus here is just afraid they’ll eventually get greedy and do anything to get their hands on it.” You look next to you and watch a faint blush take over the agent’s handsome features.

“I mean I don’t blame you. There are a bunch of real assholes in this field.” You laugh when he gives Lydia a ‘told you’ look.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you if I don’t see the actual pendant.” You shut the folder and push it away from you.

“That might be a problem.” Henry takes his glasses off and proceeds to clean them as he looks at his co-workers.

“Why? Do you not have it anymore?” Your heart skips a beat at the prospect of the FBI losing such an object.

“Oh no we have it. Our guy is afraid we’ll switch it out with a fake so he refuses to hand it to us unless he’s in the same room.”

“That’s funny. Is there a rule that says I can’t look at it while this man is in the room?” You ask Marcus and he can’t help but notice how giddy you’re being all of a sudden. Your excitement is almost palpable and he wills himself to focus on the question and not how you bite your lower lip as you wait for him.

“I mean…”

“You’re all going to be in the room aren’t you?” You cut him off before he says anything and when they all nod, you turn to Marcus once more and wait for his response.

“I guess it’s fine.” Marcus reluctantly answers before he asks Ethan and Noah to bring the man from the interrogation room he’s been in for the past couple of hours. Lydia and Henry let you in on more details and Marcus watches as you furrow your eyebrows in focus, occasionally cutting them off to ask them a question.

Fifteen minutes later and a knock on the door breaks you out of your haze. You look up just as Ethan and Noah walk in with a man in front of them. You say nothing as they bring him to your side of the room and set him down across from you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I didn’t steal it. I found it!” Your ears perk at his comment but you say nothing as he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at you.

“May I see it?” You ask before anyone else says anything and the man continues to stare at you before he ignores your question.

“Please, I’m just here to confirm your story. I know for a fact there isn’t a museum out there that has this.” You notice the hardened expression on Henry’s face but he says nothing. A few long moments pass by and the man shifts to take something out of the inside his jacket. You inhale deeply and watch as he unwraps the cloth before he places the small pendant on the table in front of you.

“May I?” You ask again and if Marcus didn’t know any better, he’d think that you’re just trying to put the man at ease. If you were nervous around five FBI agents and you did nothing wrong, then his little thief must have been scared shitless.

When the man nods, you bring out a pair of gloves from your handbag and put them on, forcing yourself to remain calm as you pick up the pendant.

“What a beautiful work of art you are baby. Red jasper, my favorite!” Your excited words break the silence and you look up at the man in front of you with a smile, feeling your hands sweat when he slowly returns the expression.

Got you.

“Greek is marvelous...crystal clear, grammatically correct, unique placement.” It’s as silent as a cemetery and Marcus watches you closely as you narrow your eyes and adjust the stone under the light. If he wasn’t dealing with a criminal and a potentially stolen artifact, he would have told you how beautiful you looked when you were deep in the middle of a task.

“Hmm, what is this 6th century-ish spell? Oh my bad, no no no, I tend to mix them up sometimes. It’s definitely a 7th century formula.” You make an awkward face and watch as Lydia shakes her head at your little mix up.

“Now, let’s see what you got on the other side sweetheart.” You carefully turn the amulet around in the palm of your hand and barely hold back from gasping dramatically.

“My god...what a goddamn sight...oh oops sorry, that was probably blasphemous. A perfectly etched crucifixion...cross with 4 sides, with a plaque at the top...and of course, can’t forget the clothed Christ. The detail on this is truly unlike anything I’ve ever seen, down to the ‘Iesous Xristos Theou Yios Sotare’ around the figure. Where did you say you found it again?” You casually ask as you continue to inspect the stone, almost laughing when the man responds immediately to your question.

“Mount Athos.” Marcus turns to his team in shock. You’d managed to get the information out of him so easily while they spent an entire day trying to get him to say anything. It was a little funny how at ease the man seemed now, leaning forward towards you as you flipped the stone around.

“Ohh the hub of Eastern monasteries. Boy is this the most valuable artifact I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at then.” You set it down on the cloth and wrap it up before taking your gloves off and leaning back on the chair.

“See, told you its one of a kind. No one’s ever found anything like it before.” The man beams at you before he takes the object and puts it back in his jacket.

“Oh yeah it’s one of a kind alright...because it’s the most fake amulet I’ve ever had the misfortune of examining. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this disappointed in my life. And here I thought another one of these was out there. Did you even bother to do any research on this?” You frown at him and cross your arms in irritation, completely missing Marcus’ reaction and how he turns to Lydia to confirm that yes, you just said that it was a fake artifact.

“W-what?”

“I’d love to know where you got the red jasper because you could have fooled me with that. Let’s break this down shall we? The Greek is perfect, too perfect if I’m being honest. You never have grammatically correct syntax etched on a magical amulet, let alone proper diction. Oh and you should have probably used Classical Greek instead of modern Greek, like were you even trying? Really bad move to use a 7th century formula with a non-altered 6th century spell. The formula didn’t even exist yet!” You tilt your head to the side and watch as the man in front of you begins to fidget. His smile is replaced with a shocked expression and you watch as it slowly becomes angry.

Marcus was speechless. He never saw this coming and was looking at you with a mixture of awe and surprise at the turn of events. He could only stare at you as he took in your energy, the same confidence and intelligence he saw earlier in the day when he walked into your lecture.

“As for the back, you never get 4-sided crosses with these, only three, and the head of Christ makes up the fourth which you don’t actually see because of his head. No plaque, too detailed and non-existent in protection spells. Christ is always nude on magical amulets by the way...yes it’s weird, but it’s a fucking amulet and he was just some extra deity. And finally, never, ever, write out ‘Iesous Xristos Theou Yios Sotare.’ You write the acronym IXOYE.” You flip open the folder that was in front of you and grab a sharpie from Marcus’ file, circling the first letter of each Greek word and holding it up as if he was one of your students and you were trying to lecture him.

“Don’t even get me started on your provenance. Mount Athos? I mean for fuck’s sake, Constanza would have been a better option. At least we actually found amulets out there. How much was he asking for this?” You turn to Marcus and completely miss the starstruck eyes he’s giving you. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he finally realizes that you asked him a question.

“Uhhh 3 mil.”

“Oh boy...yeah, this is worth jack shit. Wouldn’t even do it’s intended job if you actually wore it as a protection pendant.” You watch as the man’s expression changes from anger to outrage and you barely have any time to push away your chair and hide behind Marcus before the man tries to jump on top of the table towards you. It takes Ethan and Noah approximately five seconds to tackle him down before they take him out of the room. You watch as they reach for the amulet in his pocket and give it to Henry just as they push him out.

You’re still coming down from the adrenaline rush when Marcus turns around and asks you if you are alright. As soon as you see the gun in his hands, your hold on his jacket tightens and you gulp nervously when you meet his eyes. He apologizes quickly once he sees where you’re looking and quickly puts the gun back in its holster.

“You okay?” Marcus holds your wrist and rubs his thumb over your pulse point until you begin to relax. You fix your jacket and take a deep breath before you meet his eyes, almost gasping when you see how dark and oddly calming they are.

“Didn’t think a consultation would get this exciting but uhh, yeah I’m good. I think.” You try to laugh it off but looking at the object in Henry’s hand makes you realize that the last five minutes did really happen and you actually managed to piss off someone to the point where he tried to attack you.

“And we were worried it was stolen…” Lydia shakes her head when she takes the amulet and swirls it around in her hand.

“I might be wrong but I think you should try to find out who made it, especially because of the red jasper. This came real close to a fake. And you should also try to date it as well...there might be more of these out there.” You smile when Lydia agrees and collects the folders on the table, thanking you on her way out.

“My pleasure...apart from that last bit.” You laugh it off and watch as she exits the conference room with Henry.

“So…” You turn to Marcus and whisper a quick thank you when he hands you your bag.

“So, this definitely wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to consult on this case. I- I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am that this happened. It’s not always like this, I promise. The exciting stuff usually happens when we find guys like him in abandoned warehouses.” Marcus continues to word vomit as he leads you back to his office.

“It’s okay really. My advisor always warned me about this.”

“About working with the FBI?”

“No no, about rambling so much that I piss off someone to the point where they try to kill me.” You’re taken aback by Marcus’ laugh and can’t help but giggle along with him as he leans back in his chair and continues to laugh.

“I hope that doesn’t mean you won’t work with us again?” There’s something in his voice that doesn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach and you place your hand on your chest dramatically as you bat your eyes at him.

“Why Agent Pike, are you trying to recruit me to the FBI?” You ask sarcastically and watch as he shrugs his shoulders before shutting off his computer and standing up.

“Just a consult here and there, should we meet another Greco-Roman artifact? Or...a fake one I guess.” You swallow the lump in your throat when you see the way he’s looking at you and hope that you’re not misreading any signs.

“Can I take you out to dinner? As a thank you and an apology for putting your life in danger?” Marcus is reluctant to ask but he takes the leap of faith and hopes that you wouldn’t reject him.

“I- actually...in all honesty, I don’t think I’ll do well in public after that whole thing.” You gesture towards the outside offices, and Marcus nods in disappointment and contemplates on whether he should ask you to dinner some other time. You never give him a chance to follow-up though.

“How about take-out at my place?” You stand up and smile when you see his eyes beam with excitement as he fixes his tie and motions towards the door.

“Lead the way doctor.” You flush under the title and walk ahead so he doesn’t notice the obvious effect he’s having on you. You glance at Marcus every now and then as you make your way out of the building and towards his car.

You chat about random things as he drives through the busy streets, and you feel your heart skip a beat when he says something scandalous about your favorite Impressionist artwork, not because of the comment but because of the way he winks at you as he slides his hand to your thighs and nudges them to let you know he was just joking. You hope that Marcus asks for your number by the end of the night, maybe even invite you to dinner again, because if you’re being honest, it’s been a while since you met a decent guy and he’s been checking all of your boxes all day long.

Kind. Intelligent. Hard-working. Funny. And of course, attractive. There was something about the way he smiles and you kept on replaying the moment he hid you behind him and continued to ask if you were alright.

“What do you mean you don’t like Bal du moulin de la Galette? It’s one of the most magnificent paintings out there. Best of Renoir’s if you ask me.” You unlock the door and switch on the lights, throwing your coat and bag on the wall before telling Marcus to make himself at him. He takes his jacket off and hangs it as well, turning around to continue his argument.

“Listen, I’m just not a crowd kind of guy. I’m more of a Paris Street, Rainy Day man okay so-”

“Why am I not surprised by that?” You laugh as you bring him a cup of water, hoping you were being subtle as you continued to check out the gun resting in his holster. Shaking your head, you take your phone out again and tell him that it’ll take you a few minutes to order pizza since neither of you can make up your mind.

Marcus looks around when you walk away to place the order, his eyes taking in the three bookshelves behind your couch. It’s almost as if the office space wasn’t enough so you had to make more room for all of your textbooks and novels. Maybe it was the other way around…

He takes a sip of water and glances to the side, instantly choking on the liquid when his eyes zero in on the three watercolor paintings hanging above your television. Marcus blinks rapidly and rubs his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. He approaches the wall and looks between the three artworks, unable to tear his gaze away. He notices new details every time he focuses on a different corner of each painting, and his pants suddenly feel uncomfortable when he shifts closer.

“Pizza will be here in thirty-ish minutes and-” You almost drop the phone when Marcus jumps back and almost trips over his own feet. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” When you walk closer and see the blush creeping down his neck, you can’t help but giggle and glance at your paintings, almost as if you were taunting him into commenting on your choice in decoration.

“These are...interesting.” Marcus avoids looking at them when you stand next to him, merely pointing to the side as he looks at you.

“Oh no...here we go. I know what that means. You don’t like them?” You tilt your head to the side and hold back from smiling when he takes a long sip of water before he sets down the glass.

“N-no no, that’s not...I didn’t mean- I just...it’s a bold choice.” His stutter makes you laugh even harder and you apologize when his blush deepens. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s always really funny when people come over because I get all kinds of reactions but you’re definitely the first guy that doesn’t call me a slut because I have pornographic paintings hanging in my living room.”

“Why not? The Dutch lords and the Italian merchants did it, why can’t you?” Marcus is almost offended by the remark and he forgets all about the awkwardness of the paintings when he sees you nod aggressively in agreement.

“Exactly!? Why is a guy allowed to hang an Odalisque in his home but I can’t hang some BDSM scenes?” You take the glass from the table and ask him if he wants more. Marcus shakes his head and quickly attempts to fix himself through his pants before you return.

“So you like them then?” You lounge on one chair and wait for Marcus to sit on the couch before you ask him.

“It’s a different aesthetic I think, and it somehow goes well with your bookshelves. Something about textbooks and nude paintings depicting sex just goes together...can’t explain how. And kudos to the artist too! The brushstrokes, the layering, the complementary colors...the scenes and positions are so natural. They’re perfect combinations. Did you pick them or did you commission them?”

“Oh I commissioned two of them. The third was just too good to not order. I’ll ask you this then, which ones do you think I commissioned?” Marcus glances to the canvases again and grows quiet for a few moments, his eyes switching from one painting to another before he meets your gaze.

“I think you commissioned the two on the left.”

“Why?” You try to hide how impressed you are by how he correctly figured you out, almost cringing when the question leaves your mouth before you could stop yourself. As much as you enjoy where this conversation was going, you really hope this wouldn’t lead to some misogynistic response on his part. Just as Marcus is about to respond, the doorbell rings and you tell him you’ll be right back.

Marcus thanks the heavens that the pizza arrives because he isn’t sure how he could respond to that question without accidentally giving his train of thoughts away. When you come back with plates and napkins, Marcus thanks you and proceeds to separate the pizza slices.

“It was the closest I could get to owning something that resembled the area I study.” You say through chewing and Marcus furrows his eyebrows, silently asking you to elaborate on your comment.

“Nudity I mean. I can’t afford sculptures so I settled with these.”

“They are beautiful. And the positions are-” Marcus stops abruptly when he realizes that his inner monologue just rolled off of his tongue.

“Go on, what were you going to say?”

“I- uh, I just think that the positions are intimate. And they become more intimate the longer you look at them.” He chews faster when you nod and take another slice of pizza.

“You have a favorite?” You ask and pretend you aren’t paying attention to every single word he says. You get the sense that he has a lot to say about the paintings but is choosing to hold back so you don’t get the wrong idea about why he is having dinner with you in your apartment after only knowing you for a few hours.

“Definitely the middle one.” His answer surprises you, especially because the one on the right has handcuffs and you genuinely thought he’d be into that because of his line of work.

“Really? Why?”

“Oh...I- this might sound weird but I think the scene is intense and- and close? Private? I’m not sure what it is I’m trying to say but the fact that she’s completely nude except for the panties around her thighs while he’s fully clothed and is focusing on her pleasure is- it’s intimate. And the hand on her back is a mixture of dominance and care, like he’s letting her know that she has his undivided attention but she has to behave for him.” You’re not sure when exactly you stopped eating and you clear your throat when you realize that Marcus was looking at you to gauge your reaction.

“Y-yeah that...ahuh.” Something about the way he says the word ‘behave’ twists your insides and you immediately stand up and head to the kitchen, whispering something about needing to wash down the food with something. Marcus eats quietly and hopes he hasn’t just made things even more awkward. When you come back and hand him a glass of red wine, Marcus relaxes and continues to eat.

“Have you ever drawn something like this?” You shake your head as you take a sip of the wine, laying against the back of the couch and crossing your legs.

“I wish. Human anatomy is so fascinating I think. I sometimes get this adrenaline rush when I look at the far right one and I tell myself that I’ll sketch all the risque and open positions I can think of but then I remember how long it would take me to finish one piece and I- I don’t have time for that sadly.”

“You can always start out with simpler ones? Maybe solo pieces, and move up from there.” Marcus mirrors you and sits back with the wine glass in his hand.

“Yeah, but I just love this kind of genre so much. It needs to be passionate, and sexy and out there you know.” Marcus smiles at the energetic response, feeling much more relaxed now that he’s had a cup of wine and found chatting about your choice in decoration less awkward.

“I get you. It’s why that lifestyle is interesting to so many people. The whole dynamic, whether we’re talking about the figures in the scene or actual partners, is based on that trust. You- you have to create that sense of trust and comfort for the scene to be enjoyable...pleasurable. It’s not as easy as some think it to be. As a Dom, you have to be aware of your partner at all times and the effect you have on them. And the same goes for a Sub too. You need to ensure that your Dom knows how much trust you put in them and the level of dedication that’s going into the scene. Both parties are depending on each other and it’s- it’s amazing.” Marcus smiles when he notices the intensity swimming in your eyes and he gives you a few seconds to collect your bearings before he asks his next question.

“Would you draw something as intimate as that?” He breaks the silence and watches your train of thought come and go.

“Would you?” You throw the question right back at him, holding in a breath when you see him lean forward with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I would...but only if I have the right model.” Marcus doesn’t know where all of this is coming from but he can’t find it in himself to break whatever bubble the two of you found yourselves in. You’re silent for a few moments, long enough for Marcus to think that maybe, just maybe, he’s crossed the line.

But then you’re smiling at him mischievously, chugging down the rest of the wine before standing up and heading towards the hallway.

“I have an easel and some 16x20 papers lying around...I hope you don’t mind working with chalk.” You throw back at him before you walk down the hallway and Marcus has to give himself a quick pep talk before he follows you. He slowly makes his way into your bedroom and stands at the doorstep until you allow him to come in.

“I think the lighting is best in this corner but you’ll be the one working so sit wherever you prefer.” You bring over a chair and set it in front of the easel before you grab the large box of supplies and pull out all the chalk sticks that you have. Marcus nods in silence as he pushes the easel closer to your bed and begins to choose which of the chalk sticks he wants. There is a variety of shapes and sizes, and he’s not sure if he should start out bold or if he should ease himself into this. It’s been a while since he’s drawn a model and he really doesn’t want to screw up, especially because it is you.

Marcus is so busy preparing his workstation that he doesn’t notice you stripping off your clothes. You keep your eyes on him and find the little scrunch he does with his eyebrows when he focuses on something endearing. Taking a deep breath, you take off your bra and panties before laying on the bed and getting in a comfortable position. Your movements are minimal, and you stretch out your legs in wait for him. You fight the part of you that’s yelling at you to cover yourself and keep your focus on him to gauge his reaction.

“Pose however you want and we can work on the postures once we-” The words die in his throat as soon as he looks up from the easel and sees your state of dress, or lack thereof. The thick chalk stick he’s holding between his fingers snaps in half and breaks the blanket of silence that fell on the room. He visibly gulps and doesn’t try to hide the way his eyes trail down your form slowly before they return to look into your dilated ones. Marcus knows for a fact that the image of your heaving chest and hardened nipples will forever be etched in his mind.

“I- uhh, are you...c-comfortable?” He hates how much he’s stuttering and you smile at him when you notice how he is focusing on the wall behind you and not you.

You look around for a few moments, grabbing a couple of pillows and placing them behind your back before you stretch out one leg and bend the other one to your chest. Marcus almost chokes on his breath when he sees how open you are being with him but he says nothing and turns his attention to the blank piece of paper underneath his hand.

“I’m ready.” Your voice brings him out of his stupor and he nods briefly as he tries to reason with himself. He cannot draw you unless he looks at you. But he is well aware of the hardening predicament he’s currently suffering from and he’s sure you probably noticed by now the effect you were having on him.

“I won’t tell you how to do your job Agent, but artists usually have to look at the models they’re drawing to...you know, draw them.” Marcus rolls his eyes at the teasing remark, briefly glancing at you with a raised eyebrow before he begins to softly outline the shape of your shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants and he tries his hardest to not squirm too much in his seat. But every time his eyes move towards your nude form laying not five feet away from him, he silently curses himself and pretends he’s fine and that he isn’t imagining pushing you down and shoving his tongue deep into your wet cunt.

“Are you usually this quiet when you’re sketching, Agent Pike?” Something about the way you’re addressing him makes him clench his jaw tightly and he unintentionally whispers a little louder than he intends in response.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Your giggles let him know that you heard his remark and he is sure his face is growing a deeper shade of red but he shrugs his shoulders and ignores your obvious amusement. Marcus swallows the lump in his throat as he shifts his focus below your neck, parting his lips when he notices the tilt of your head from his peripheral vision as he ceases all movement and continues to stare at your chest.

“Oh sorry, is my arm in the way,” you lower your arms and move them behind you to support your weight, never breaking eye contact with him as you rock your bent leg back and forth and give him a full view of your most intimate parts.

Marcus is almost shaking in his seat at the sight of your breasts, unaware that he’s harshly rubbing the chalk stick with his thumb the more your leg sways to the side and reveals the outer folds of your pussy.

“P-perfect, thank you.” He whispers and returns to the sheet in front of him, biting into his lower lip as he rolls the chalk across and sketches the curves of your breasts. For a moment, he forgets what he is doing and narrows his eyes at the shapes in front of him before he smudges the black material across to shade in the skin. He looks back and forth for a couple of minutes until he’s happy with the shading of your body.

You marvel at how he’s managing to keep it together for this long when all you can think about is begging for him to fuck you into the mattress. You thought it would be easy for him to break but ever the gentleman, he takes the task seriously and tries his hardest to not dwell on your skin for longer than necessary.

A thought comes through your mind and you smile to yourself as you shift your bent leg to the side and move the other one until it falls from the side of the bed. You stare at him and hope this is what finally does the trick. And you don’t have to wait for too long because the next time Marcus looks at you, he takes a double-take and doesn’t bother to hide how he’s only focusing on the skin between your thighs.

“I thought it would be easier for you, you know. Easier access and everything.” You’re not sure what you’re going on about but you can tell that it’s taking every ounce of control in his body to not pounce on you. You hold your breath when Marcus stands up and meets your eyes, and you think this is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

But then he’s freeing the paper from the easel and moving towards you, his expression never once giving his plan away. You gulp when he kneels at the foot of your bed and sets the paper between your thighs.

“You’re right, easier access,” Marcus says as he brings the chalk down on the paper and sketches your thighs, not bothering for propriety as his eyes zero in on your slit. You know you’re wet and you can feel slick easing down your folds but you don’t move a muscle, watching him as he expertly outlines your skin before he rubs the chalk with his thumb to shade the area again.

“It’s not quite how I want it…” His remark makes you shiver and you’re about to beg him to forgo the sketch when he leans forward and nudges your legs apart, perhaps a little carelessly, before he collects your arousal with his middle finger and swipes it across your folds. You’re shocked by the turn of events and barely hold back from moaning as he dips the clean finger into your pussy and rubs your walls for a few more seconds, his soft brown eyes turning dangerous as pushes his finger a little deeper and bites his lower lip when he feels you clenching around him. Marcus turns his attention back to you, his jaw tensing when he sees sheer bliss etched on your expression. Your little gasps are music to his ears and just as he feels your hips moving against him, he pulls his hand away.

You watch him like a hawk as he inspects his finger, gasping when he smudges at the chalk on the sketch to create darker shades around your center.

“Hmm, that’s more like it.” Marcus turns to you and smirks when he sees your parted lips turn into a frown.

“Do you not like it?” He feigns ignorance and raises an eyebrow when your frown deepens as you move back into your pillows. You lean back but continue to hold his gaze as you part your thighs and lazily stroke your cunt. Marcus slowly puts down the paper and chalk onto the floor and stands up just as you begin to pinch your nipples.

“Please…” Your whispered plea shoots straight to his cock and he laughs when it turns into a whine once he makes his way to the bathroom in your room. He says nothing as he quickly washes his hands and dries them before moving back and standing next to your bed.

You don’t stop touching yourself, hoping the needy sight of you is all the push he needs to take what he wants.

“What’s your safeword doctor?” Marcus keeps his hands in his pockets as he trails his eyes down your shivering body. He’s itching to touch you but he remains still and waits for confirmation that you do, in fact, want this as much as him. A part of him knows that the two of you should probably slow down and perhaps discuss whatever this is before you go any further. But it feels right being here with you. And he doesn’t want to give it up just yet.

“J-Jasper.” Your voice breaks when you see the hunger swimming in his eyes and you shift to the center of your bed as Marcus kicks off his shoes before taking off his socks.

“Hmm.” Marcus hums as he takes off the holster from his belt and quietly places the gun on your nightstand. When he turns back and sees you watching the gun and increasing your movements, he groans down at you before walking around the bed.

“Maybe another time baby...when you and I are a little more acquainted with each other.” You flush at the implications behind his words and nod at him. You watch as he begins to roll up his sleeves and your anticipation grows with each inch of skin he reveals.

“You look so pretty sweetheart, all needy and desperate for my touch. Do you want to cum baby?” Marcus asks teasingly and you nod frantically as you begin to push two fingers into your cunt.

“Nuh uh, use your words. I’ll let it go this time but from now on, you use your words if you want something from me.” His tone is less gentle and your inner walls spasm at the thought of hearing that same commanding voice telling you to get on your knees for him.

“S-sorry yes...yes please. I- I want to cum, please.” Marcus smiles in amusement as he steps closer to the bed until his knees touch the mattress.

“Good girl. Now, if you really want to cum, then you better come here and suck me off. Be a good girl for me and show me what that sweet fucking mouth of yours can do.” His chest puffs out proudly when he sees how quickly you’re moving to please him. You lay on your stomach and palm him through his pants, moaning along with him when you find him hard and ready for you.

“May I undress you?”

“Go on sweetheart, take what you want.” Marcus caresses your cheek as you excitedly unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn’t dare look away as you shove his pants down his thighs before leaning forward and nuzzling your nose into the bulge of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck baby, are you trying to kill me?” You giggle and shake your head in response, purposely rubbing his length with your nose just before you feel his fingers combing through your hair and tugging on it.

“Remember sweetheart...bad girls don’t get to cum. Stop your teasing before I shove my cock down your throat.” Marcus pulls on your hair harshly and groans when he sees you smiling up at him.

“Is that a promise Agent Pike?” You know you’re pushing his buttons and don’t hold back from gasping his name as he rolls you onto your back and aggressively pushes his boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock. He’s not really a vain man but seeing you lick your lips and inch closer to him as you stare at his hard dick makes him just a little cocky.

“Go on baby, open your mouth. Part those pretty fucking lips for me.” Marcus pats your lips softly and shivers when you respond to him right before you shut your eyes and wait for him to give you his cock.

“Yes sir.”

His knees buckle for a second the moment you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it. Marcus is torn between throwing his head back to enjoy the softness of your mouth and keeping his eyes on you as you suck on his cock. He leans forward and bites his cheek when you relax your throat and take more of his cock down your throat.

“P-part your legs for me baby please. Let me- oh fuck, your mouth is made of magic sweetheart. Let me- let me see how wet that pretty cunt is.” Marcus is already breathing heavily and he furrows his eyebrows in focus, not wanting to end this night early. You swallow around him a few times and hum when you feel his hand cupping your breasts while the other rests around your throat.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you try to take him down as deep as possible just as you part your thighs and begin to play with your pussy. Marcus groans and swears above you as you work him expertly and he can’t hold back from pushing the palm of his hand a little harder on your throat. He can feel his cock passing across your pharynx and moans your name over and over again when he looks down and sees drool rolling down your cheeks.

“Ahh fuck oh god, s-sweetheart you’re a fucking dream. W-where have you been all my life?” Marcus continues to kneed at your tits, but when he gets a little irritated when he sees your fingers rubbing your clit. Without warning, he leans forward as far as he can and slaps your hand away, replacing it with his own and biting his cheek when he finds you soaking.

“Shit baby, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” You hum around him and twitch in surprise when you feel two of his thick fingers pushing past your wet folds and into your cunt. You’re already so close to coming from his teasing and you whimper when he nudges your thighs apart aggressively.

“Keep those legs open for me baby. Shit, the smell of you is fucking intoxicating. Fuck, that it’s, get on your hands and knees for me.” Marcus moves away and silences you with one look when you start to whine and reach for his cock.

“Unless you want to call it a night, you’ll get on your fucking hands and knees for me. Shit baby I’ve wanted to shove my tongue in that pussy as soon as you stripped for me.” He never breaks eye contact as he kicks away his pants and briefs before he makes quick work of his shirt. You quickly turn around and bite into your wrist as you get on all fours and try to look at him through your elbow. You reach down and ease two fingers into your cunt as you take in his broad shoulders and lean form. You swear his muscles flex the longer you stare at him and when you finally look at him, you’re a little embarrassed at being caught openly ogling him.

“Look at you, like a bitch in heat.” Regret rolls off of him as soon as he registers what he just said. An apology is on the tip of his tongue but then you’re arching your back and shifting closer to him, giving him a show as you curve your knuckles to try and hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh aren’t you the prettiest sweetheart in the world.” You moan his name when he caresses your back and kneels behind you, laying soft kisses across your back as he palms and lightly smacks your ass. Marcus removes your hand away slowly but not before licking your fingers and humming around them as the taste of you fills his mouth.

“Marcus please...I- I need you inside me.”

“What do you need from me? You want my tongue and fingers? Or do you think this cunt is ready to take my cock?” Marcus nips at your skin and pushes a hand on your lower back when you try and move away from him.

“W-whatever you want...just- need to feel you inside me. I don’t care, please. Oh fuck...please.” You squeal when Marcus spreads your cheeks apart and spits on your slit right before licking across your cunt. You fist your hands into the sheets and bite down on your wrist when you feel his nose nudge at your entrance as his tongue flicks your engorged clit.

“Good answer sweetheart,” you hear him whisper just as he kisses across your folds and dips his tongue into your core. You’re already shaking with need and rock back against him, hoping he’d end your agony and give you his fingers as well. Marcus is losing his mind and he tries his hardest to focus on pleasuring you. But it’s so hard to hold back when you’re whimpering at his touch and shoving your pussy in his face to get more friction.

“Stop moving,” Marcus growls against you, and you cry out his name when his palms land on your ass cheeks three consecutive times before he rubs the reddening skin.

“Oh god, your tongue feels so good Marcus. D-don’t stop, please. I want to cum, l-let me cum. You’re so fucking- ahh s-shit.” You think you feel him smile against you as he pushes two fingers into your pussy but you can’t be sure because you suddenly feel full. Fuck, and it’s only his fingers.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He slowly parts you with his fingers and groans when he feels you squeezing his fingers. When you try to move against him again, Marcus slithers his hand across your back and grabs your neck, pushing your face into the bed as he leans over to whisper in your ears.

“You’re being such a bad girl tonight. I won’t give you another warning baby. Move again and I won’t fuck you.” You shiver when you hear his hoarse voice on your ears, grasping the pillows as hard as you can when he pushes his fingers as deep as possible and curls his knuckles.

“N-no please...I’m s-sorry- ahh gahd I’ll stop. I’ll stop.” Marcus is pleased with the effect he’s clearly having on you and almost gives in. But he wants you to cum before he takes you. From the looks of it, you aren’t looking for anything gentle, and with how hard he is, has been for the entire day, he doesn’t have the self-control to be anything but rough.

“Good girl...sweet fucking girl.” You force yourself to remain immobile as you feel him reaching deeper and applying more pressure on your spongy walls. The hand on your neck moves to your back and massages your heated skin. It takes you a while to realize that he’s reenacting the paintings in your living room and the thought shakes you to your core. Before you can even warn him, you feel a familiar pressure growing in the depths of your stomach and your heart hammers in your chest as you lose yourself to the sudden swelling sensation. You gasp his name over and over again as you cum around his fingers, and Marcus fists his hand in your hair when he feels you shuddering beneath him.

He’s shocked at how quickly you unravel at his ministrations and he doesn’t look away as he brushes his thumb against your clit and watches your body fight to not move away from him.

“M-Marcus wait- I...too much.” You can barely form a coherent sentence, let alone a thought, and you bite into the sheets when you feel his scruff scratch your skin deliciously as he licks off your juices.

“Use your safeword sweetheart and I’ll stop. But you came without asking so now I have to punish you...fuck, you taste as good as you smell baby, shit, maybe even better.” Marcus slows down but continues to move his digits across your tightening walls and when you say nothing, he sits up and twists his hand, waiting for your breathing to slow down before he begins to fuck you with his fingers.

“Oh oh f-fuck I- Marcus M-Marcus oh god...yes please fuck ahh I- I’m…” You try to warn him but he doesn’t slow down once, continuing his assault on your abused cunt until he feels you tightening around him again.

“Beg!”

“Can I- oh god, can I cum? Please fuck, I- I can’t s-stah ahh fuck.” You reach around and dig your nails into the hand fisting in your hair. You try to warn him again of what’s about to happen but he doesn’t give you a chance, picking up the pace just as he curves his digits and rubs at your sensitive spot.

“Drench me baby.” It’s all you need to fall over the edge again and your vision whites out as you convulse around him. Marcus smiles proudly when you listen to his command but his expression changes to one of awe when he feels you gush around his hand and wet his arm and thighs. He doesn’t stop once, completely captivated by the sight of your juices flowing around him so easily. When you try to move up the bed, Marcus lets go of your neck and pushes down on your lower back to keep you still. The damp spot beneath you is growing and something primal takes over Marcus. He wants nothing more than to soak the entire bed.

But he snaps out of his haze when you cry out his name and beg him to slow down. He looks at you as he gradually comes to a halt but keeps his fingers in your pussy. Marcus massages your muscles as he eases his wet fingers out of you and carefully maneuvers you until you’re laying on your back. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness and almost jump away when you feel his tongue passing across the skin of your thighs. When you finally have enough mind to look at him, you’re taken aback by the sheer bliss written on his face as he closes his eyes and cleans you up. Your eyes widen in horror and embarrassment when you look at his glistening skin and you call for him shyly to grab his attention.

“I-I’m so sorry...I- I’ve never-”

“Don’t you dare apologize. That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen and the fact that I’m the first to make you squirt...best feedback I’ve ever gotten.” Marcus cuts you off as he licks at his forearm and fingers before he sits up behind you. You find his gaze much more intense than before and you hide behind your arm to avoid it.

“Marcus, stop.” He laughs at your sudden shyness and leans over to pull your arms away from your face.

“Please baby, don’t hide from me. Please.” You feel exposed underneath him and it’s a stupid thought considering what the two of you have been doing so far. But something about the way he’s staring at you with those deep, brown, soulful eyes makes you want to hide under the sheets. But instead, you take his hand and pull him close until he’s flush against you.

“K-kiss me.” You watch as his expression intensifies just as he leans forward and molds his lips with yours. You expected him to be rough but the way he parts his lips and allows you access to his mouth leaves you breathless. His scruff and mustache heighten the sensation and you instantly shove your tongue in his mouth when he melts against you. You hum when you finally taste yourself on his tongue and Marcus growls as the kiss grows more desperate. Just as you run out of breath, Marcus pulls away and holds back from smiling when you chase after him.

“Sweetheart, c-can I have you?” You’re amazed by how he’s still asking you if you want to do this even after the events of the past hour or so.

“Yes, please.” You respond as you push him off to resume your previous position again. Marcus feels his cock harden at the sight of you on your knees for him. But the moment shatters into a million pieces when he looks down and realizes that he doesn’t have any condoms.

“Fuck.” He hisses and begins to move away when he feels your hands reach for his thighs to stop him.

“What? What is it?”

“I- I didn’t think this would...I don’t have any condoms baby.” You stare at him for a few seconds before you break the silence and hope he doesn’t think any less of you. “I was tested after the last time and I’m clear. A-are you?” Marcus pins you with his eyes as he nods along. “I’m clean too...and, it’s been a while.” He hates to admit that last bit but he wants you to know that this, whatever it is, is serious.

“Same.” Your answer surprises him and he’s about to ask how that’s possible but forgets the question when you shift closer to him and dig your nails into his thighs to grab his attention.

“Fuck me.” The vulgar request sounds so pure rolling off of your tongue and Marcus pushes your knees wide open and settles between them. You continue to stare at him with hunger in your eyes as he strokes his cock a few times before he slides it across your wet slit. You’re already so sensitive from earlier but you can’t care less because you’ve only wanted to feel him inside you for the better half of the day. Marcus bites his lower lip and grasps your hips with one hand as he positions himself against your entrance and slowly pushes past your wet folds. He feels your walls already clenching around him and he hesitates for a moment as he moves his hands across your back to try and get you to loosen up.

“F-fuck...relax sweetheart. Relax for me please. I- I don’t- oh god, h-how are you this tight?” Your walls flutter around him when his hoarse, almost pained voice sounds through the room. “You’re doing so good baby, taking my cock in that pretty little cunt. Fuck, that’s it. Let me in sweetheart...could make you feel so good. Shit, that’s it.” Marcus cooes above you as he feels you slowly sucking him in. You sigh heavily when he finally sheathes himself completely inside you and it’s not until a few moments later that you realize he hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Marcus, m-move. Fuck, just- move.” Your impatient groans make him twitch inside you and the two of you hiss when his hips jut forward at your gasped requests. His hands hold onto you a little harshly, squeezing the skin of your hips and making you giddy at the thought of seeing those bruises the following day.

“Just wait...please baby I- I don’t want to hurt you. You feel so fucking good around me and- and I...oh fuck, f-fuck...squeezing the shit out of me. Please I-”

“Fuck. Me.” You turn your head around enough to look at him and find the sight of his sweaty forehead and furrowed eyebrows intoxicating. He can sense your eyes on him and reluctantly looks down at you when you pronounce those two words, watching as you pierce him with a harsh gaze as you roll your hips against him.

“I- are you…”

“Fucking please...take what you want.” The desperate tone of your voice breaks him and he pulls away until the tip of his cock is nudged in between your folds before he snaps his hips forward aggressively.

You shut your eyes and cry into your pillows as Marcus lets go and pounds into you. He’s no longer trying to hold back and you feel proud of the effect you have on him. Thinking back to the past hour, you realize that Marcus was going out of his way to control himself and not hurt you. But with every brush of his cock against your inner walls, with every groaned swear word and whispered affirmation, you can’t help but beg for him to fuck you harder. To take you like a crazed man. Because now that you’ve had a taste of what he’s capable of, you don’t want him to ease up on you.

“Shit baby, you’re perfect. Fucking perfect. Your cunt is begging for my cock sweetheart. Can you feel how deep I am? How deep this tight pussy is sucking me in?” Marcus nudges your knees a little farther apart as he plunges into you over and over again. You’re a moaning mess beneath him and as you try to reach back to hold onto his hands, Marcus lets go of your hips and grabs your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck you deeper.

You scream his name as his thrusts become relentless, the resonating sound of skin against skin reminding you of how sore you were going to feel for the rest of the week. You can’t really pay attention to what he’s saying anymore, choosing to focus on the way his dick fills you up completely and hits your special spot with precision. The thought of knowing that you’re at this man’s mercy and that he’s using you like he owns you makes you shudder and Marcus doesn’t realize you’re coming around him until he feels a pressure push out of you. He looks down and watches your cunt gushes on his cock and thighs again, the sight somehow even prettier the second time than the first.

He waits until you’re no longer convulsing in his arms before he thrusts his cock back into your pussy. Marcus leans down and wraps his arms around your front to bring you flush against his chest. Marcus brushes your hair aside and nuzzles into your neck as he begins to roll his hips against your ass, trying to drive his cock into you even further without hurting you. You reach around and pull on his hair when he bites on the juncture of your neck.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” The confession feels more intimate than anything he’s said to you thus far and you throw your head back and smile when his hands roam your front and settle on your navel.

“Marcus...please.”

“What do you need, baby? I’ll give you anything. Tell me...oh god, I- I’m so close.” Marcus kisses across your shoulder as one hand cups your breasts while the other descends to your clit. He feels you convulse around him but he doesn’t move his hand away, wanting to feel you cum one last time around his cock.

“I- I need you to cum for me...cum inside me. Fill me up baby...wanna feel you so deep inside me. Make a mess of my cunt. Please.”

“C-can you give me another?” He’s breathless, his pace faltering when he feels your walls squeeze around him tightly with every pass of his cock against your heated core.

‘I- I don’t think I can...too much baby.”

“Please, for me. Cum for me o-one last time...oh god, I’m close sweetheart. B-but I wanna cum with you. Please oh fuck- oh god, I- I’m fucking coming.” He growls into the crook of your neck as he rubs at your clit harshly, crying your name like a prayer as he feels you milk him dry. His thrusts are desperate and you pull on his hair harder than you intend when you feel his cum fill you up. Marcus can barely breathe as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy and feels you pulse around him. He continues to buck against you, the caveman mindset telling him to breed you and fill you up until you can’t take it anymore.

He stays motionless for a few minutes before he finally registers that you probably need to rest. As carefully as possible, Marcus pulls out and cradles your body against him as he lays you on your back. He looks down at you and smiles when he sees the mess he’s made between your thighs. He tries to get off the bed to bring you a cup of water and grab a wet towel when you reach out and pull him by his wrist.

“I need to clean you up sweetheart.” He tries to reason with you but you shake your head and pull harder on his hand so he could sit next to you.

“No just- come here. I need you. Please.” Marcus doesn’t have to be told twice. He lays down next to you and kisses your forehead when you cuddle into his arms. He draws circles on your shoulder and back when he feels your fingers play with his chest hair.

“Are you alright baby?” Marcus asks and pulls his head back when you hum a soft ‘yes.’ He searches your expression for any sign of discomfort, and when he finds none, he rests his head back again and lets you explore his skin.

“Hmm...did you know that hair was used in some ancient spells to ensure that the desired outcome occurred?” You break the silence after a while and Marcus furrows his eyebrows at you when you look up from his chest and meet his face.

“Uhh should I be worried Y/N?” He asks almost immediately and laughs when you panic and try to retract what you just said.

“Oh god sorry that- I didn’t mean...Jesus, I still need to work on my bedside manner.”

“I was kidding sweetheart. I actually enjoy listening to people talking about their interests, it’s a little calming. And no, I didn’t know that. What kind of spells are we talking about here?” You’re surprised by his response but say nothing and continue to follow the soft trail of hairs down his chest.

“Well, there are lots of curses that didn’t need hair but it was better if they were added...for efficacy and such. But the most common spells that required little curls like these were love spells, which technically are also curses but it sounds better when you say that it’s just a spell.”

“Are you trying to tell me something doctor?” Marcus can’t help but tease you again and he snorts when you sit up on your elbow and try to justify what you just said. He pulls you back into his arms and brushes your hair aside to take a better look at you.

“Oh no no, I just- I tend to think about this stuff at random times. Sorry. I swear I’m too much of a wimp to actually try anything. You never know if the desired outcome has any side effects...”

“No need to apologize baby. Besides, I don’t think you’ll ever need love magic with me.” The admission is out before he can stop himself and he cringes at himself, hoping that you don’t misunderstand him.

“Oh yeah, and why is that Agent Pike?” The hint of amusement in your tone lets him know that you didn’t mind teasing him back and he blinks a few times at the ceiling before he turns to gaze into your eyes.

“Well, you’re doing fine on your own being this amazing human being. You’re mesmerizing when you’re lecturing, you’re confident in your skills and knowledge, your intelligence is- I’m sure I’ve only scratched the surface with the case today. And you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen...we could work a bit on your art choices but-”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder and try to slither away from him but he’s too quick and wraps his arms around you before you can get off the bed.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding...your art choices are the cherry on top.” Marcus nudges your nose with his and leans down to kiss you. He smiles when you moan beneath him. But the kiss is cut short when you push him away suddenly and narrow your eyes at him.

“You never told me how you knew which ones I commissioned.”

“Ugh no please, you’re going to think I’m a pervert.” Marcus falls back on the bed and tries to hide behind his arms.

“Oh yeah?” You slowly trail your hand down his stomach and wrap it around his cock. It’s all Marcus needs to lower his arm and look down to where you’re touching him. He shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back when you lean forward and nip at his jaw.

“B-baby fuck...oh god, please. I- I need a few more minutes and-”

“Tell me, please.” You cut him off with a bite to the shoulder, giggling when he thrusts up into your loose hold to get more friction.

“I- I was picturing the two of us...fuck, re-reenacting those scenes and those two jumped out more...more than the third.” He can barely speak through the haze you’ve put him in, and moans your name when you reach down and fondle his balls just as you whisper in his ears.

“How scandalous of you Agent Pike!”

“Sweetheart, please.” Marcus whines for you, the arm around your back pulling you flush to him and giving him perfect access to your breasts. He wraps his lips around one nipple and softly sucks on it as you continue to stroke his cock.

“Hmm, I like the sound of you begging...baby. Tell me, do you by any chance have your handcuffs on you?” The question catches him off guard, and he pulls away to look at you, finding a different kind of fire dancing behind your eyes.

“Fuck…I- uhh, they’re in the car. W-wait where are you going?” Marcus regrets his answer as soon as you let go of him and jump off of the bed. He watches as you run to the bathroom without answering him, only to return a few seconds later with bright red handcuffs clanking between your fingers.

“To get my own set Agent. Like you said, you and I need to get acquainted.” You unlock them as you walk back to the bed and straddle his thighs. Marcus looks at you with adoration and softly nods at you when you silently ask him if you could cuff him to the headboard of your bed.

“I’m yours sweetheart, take what you want.”

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[xxsycamore]

- Love like fireworks before my eyes - [LEON/READER NSFW]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,941

Relationship: F/M; Leon/MC (Emma)

Tags:  Festivals, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Roof Sex, Cock Warming

A/N: This work was created before the English release of Ikemen Prince. It could be possible for the characters to be OOC. I'm sorry about that. I wrote it just for fun and because I couldn't contain my love for Leon any longer! Please enjoy. 

Special tag for @leonlixir ​ 

Part of @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 2.0.

✦ Day 7 - Sex under the sundress ✦

[DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [Day 6]

The summer festival in Rhodolite was at its peak and the place crowded all over, even upon the night's arrival. Emma had her merriest smile on her face, though few could guess the real reason behind it.

Hugging the plush animal closer to her chest, she giggled at the memory of Leon winning it for her just a second ago. Their date was going just perfectly. As always, Leon had made it worth the wait, as Emma had been thinking about the time they'd spend together through the majority of her day. 

"I like your dress, by the way." Leon looked down at her as they were walking side by side. He didn't fail to notice how fond she was with the prize he won for her, wondering if she was going to put it up in her room later that night. If lucky, he might even be there to see it...

Emma gazed down at her frilly summer dress, feeling embarrassed that he had taken notice of it as she didn't quite exactly select it especially for their date. She had been busy at the palace until the very evening, not even finding the chance to change up.

"Oh, this? I'm glad you like it." She beamed with delight at him as she caressed over the ends of her dress. 

They took their time visiting the different pavilions set for the festival, tried out different foods, and at some point Emma had to prevent Leon from winning more prizes than what she could carry in her arms.

"What should we do next?"

Emma hummed lowly, going through the list of events set for the festival in her mind. "Oh, I think it's almost time for the fireworks to be set off."

"Really? Well, we need a good spot to watch them from. Come with me."

She watched Leon made his way through the crowd, stopping to talk with one of the town's people. Even if she couldn’t catch what they talked about, it wasn't long before Leon turned to face her and took her hand again. "Alright, let's go."

"Where to?" She couldn't help but wonder about his spontaneity, her curiosity increasing tenfold as they entered one of the shops in the nearby street. But Leon didn't seem to take interest in the shop's goods, leading his lover through the back of the stop and taking the stairs of the second floor.

"Leon, this is someone's living place! What are you up to?"

"I'm acquaintances with this shopkeeper lady." He threw her a knowing glance behind his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. "She simply lent us her rooftop as a watching spot."

Oh! It all made sense now, as ridiculous as it sounded for him to go out of his way just to do that. Though she could perfectly believe him even if he said he made the deal using his charms alone on that elderly lady. A smile touched her lips, she knew he was doing his best for the sake of their good time. "You know Leon, every next date with you seems to be crazier than the previous…"

He laughed heartily at that, giving her hand a little squeeze but not quite arguing with her. At last, they reached the rooftop, Leon helping Emma climb up the ladder until she was met with the sight of thousands of stars surrounding the man hovering over her to support her step.

This particular building was situated in what seemed to be the perfect place for watching over the square where the festival took place. The rooftop wasn't narrow at all, ensuring their wellbeing in a way. In contrary to all the light coming from the festival, their makeshift watching spot was staying mostly hidden in the darkness of the night. They had their privacy without having to go too far away, how nice was that?

Leon decided on a spot and sat down cross-legged, resting his back against the side of a chimney. Emma followed suit, hugging her knees to her chest as he marveled at the warmth coming from her side where their bodies were pressed together. She buried her face in the crook of Leon's neck, whispering to him her gratitude of taking her here.

"Don't hurry to thank me. We just came here." He lifted her chin so he could give her lips a small kiss. It was only their first one for the day, Leon thought of how criminal it was.

"What do you mean-"

"The fireworks, did you forget?" He locked eyes with her, his tone having a teasing note to it as their faces were centimeters apart. His fingers still grazed over her chin, thumb moving to stroke on her bottom lip.

"Yes, right." She talked slowly, feeling the weight of his thumb with each syllable. Something made her wonder if it would be bad if she were to take his thumb between her lips. Perhaps not. At least not in the way her common sense would accuse her of engaging in something so shameless in such a place.

Her tongue swirled around it, eyes fluttering shut because she could only endure the braveness of her mouth and not that of looking straight at Leon in the meantime. As if stating his unfulfillment with parting with her gaze, Leon grumbled under his breath and pressed his thumb against the flat of her tongue.

Emma sensed a rush of heat shooting through her body and she felt like she was playing with fire. She was too weak to say anything about ceasing all of it in order to take things to a more fitting place back at the palace, well-knowing that it would take too long for her liking. She had a feeling it was the same with him.

At last, his thumb was contouring her bottom lip again, making its escape from her hot mouth with a thin string of saliva connecting them. Emma opened her eyes, examining Leon's gaze to find her answers if he was wanting this just as much as she was.

"If you still wish to thank me, why don't you come closer?"

The casualty of his tone caught her off-guard, making her cheeks turn red because of how collected he seemed to be, unlike her. She nodded at him, soon discovering that her legs had turned to jelly and she was glad to climb right into Leon's lap and relax again. She had her back pressed to his chest, arms coming soon around her in order to hold her even closer to his frame. His hot breath was fanning over her earlobe, making it thus more sensitive as he nibbled on it.

"You know…" Leon's hands traveled further below, toying with the end of her dress. "It would be very easy for both of us to get what we want…" He moved his hands on her hips, pulling the dress up with his movements as more of her skin showed little by little. "…I just have to do this."

Emma knew where this was going and she also knew that it was past the point where she could try and talk some sense into him. Not when her own common sense was nowhere to be found in the first place, not when she was desiring him that much. What she could do instead, was to assist him in his little demonstration. Balancing her weight on her hands, she lifted off from him enough so he could work his belt undone. He didn't waste a second, even if the sight of her so desperately showing her intentions was doing things to him that he'll have to let her know about later. Especially as right now she wasn't able to see how big of a smirk she was putting on his face.

Emma felt the same pair of hands lowering her again, a familiar hardness rubbing in her nethers where the dress was pulled over her rear. Leon slid his fingers in the little space between their bodies, enough to pull her panties to the side so nothing was in his way anymore. Emma braced herself as the feeling of him sliding home overwhelmed her, his thick length robbing her of her breath in one slow stroke.

"Breathe."

She tried to relax, letting out a groan that turned into a giggle as she felt Leon's lips on her neck tickling her with little kisses. He stayed still to let her adjust, rubbing small circles over her tights with his hands as she was still held securely and in place in his arms. Leon opened his mouth to say something, briefly taken aback by how she clenched around him suddenly.

"What...mm, what were you saying about our dates getting crazier and crazier?"

Despite the haze coming with their intimacy, Emma picked on his wit and laughed, making him feel her belly tightening under his hands. "I promise you, I didn't expect this."

"But were you hoping, at least?" He kissed her nape again, this time lingering longer and sucking down on the soft skin. He could barely contain the need for friction and his pelvis rutted involuntarily against her.

"Ah!...N-no telling…"

"Mmm, I see." He let go of her neck, resting his head back as he breathed in, holding her hips steadily. It was her cue of what was coming next, and she rocked back into him, letting him know that he could go on.

Leon pulled her up and down, guiding her body as he felt her greedily sucking him in, each time he lifted her upwards. He wished he had more light right now just so he could see his cock disappearing between her glistering folds, he needed her in all ways possible. The sound of her moans being muffled in the back of her hand was so cute, for a second he wanted to encourage her to not hold back at all - but I was fine, as long as he was able to hear them. He wouldn't last long anyway, his mind completely taken over by lust.

"Ahh Leon I… I don't think I can last much longer…"

He picked up the speed, bucking into her and meeting her in each trust, not wishing to deny her building pleasure, especially when he was feeling the same.

"Me too. Let's not hold back, I want to feel you come now. Come for me."

"I…Ahh!! Leon, I'm gonna…"

He shoved his face into her shoulder, groaning hard against it as she tightened around him. He whispered her name time and time again as he came as well, coating her insides with his love, making sure to let her ride her own orgasm throughoutly.

Emma was panting hard, hips trembling over his own as he caressed gently her sides.

"You can lean back against me, it's alright. Relax."

She lowered her weight until her head was on his shoulder, giving him the opportunity to lock their mounts into another sweet kiss. Even in the low light, he could make out the outlines of her smile as he pulled back, she was so beautiful in his arms like that.

"Can I not pull out for a little longer? You're such a pretty sight and I love your warmth."

She chuckled at the way he stated his demand, wanting nothing more than to comply with it.

"Mm of course. Let's stay like this. After all, we're still not done here."

It was Leon's turn to hum in curiosity, unknowingly falling into her trap. She nuzzled into him, a playful note in her tone.

"The fireworks, did you forget?"

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[quellmythirst]

Summer Days and Summer Nights Part 19

Summary: Living in the city can get pretty boring, your hoping that this season is more interesting than the last. Although living in a tiny flat with your little brother certainly isn’t helping matters.

Characters: You (reader) x Billy Russo.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff. Fluff.

Word Count: 1.2k+

{Part 18}

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An: I stayed up past my bedtime to get this done. I hope you enjoy it. This is the last one before the end. I feel like its getting worse, the longer I'm in lockdown, sorry. LOVE YOU

"I'm here to see Mr Russo," you said to Billy's new assistant Carly, her name tag read, holding the lunch you had brought to share with him.

"Do you have an appointment?"

“Nup,”

“Then I'm afraid Mr Russo is too busy today to see you.” she brushed you off, putting her attention back to her computer.

“Just call him, he’ll want to see me,” smiling through gritted teeth at the woman.

“Excuse me?” Her tone is quite argumentative, though you couldn't blame her. You had only met her once before.

“Just tell him his lunch is here,” trying to keep the polite tone in your voice.

“Mr Russo said he didn’t want any interruptions today. Leave it here and I'll take it to Mr Russo,” You noticed the way she smiled when she said his name. You didn't like that one bit.

“OK, I'll call him.” You said, pulling out your phone and dialing Billy's number, a shit eating grin plastered across your face. He answered immediately.

“Hello Sweetheart, how's your day going?”

“Could be better, but I'm having a bit of trouble.” you grinned at the young woman who was glaring at you.

“What's wrong?” his voice was a little panicked.

“Why don't you come to your door and see?” He hung up and you saw the look of terror on Carly’s face, you smiled kindly at her. Your lips tight to keep your comments to yourself.

“What seems to be the problem?” Billy asked when he opened his office door, staring down at his assistant.

“Mr Russo, sir. This woman doesn't have an appointment and I know you're very busy today,” He looked at you and then at her, “she doesn't need one do you Sweetheart,” he smiled wrapping you into a soft kiss.

“Brought you lunch,” you said into his kiss,”you've been working too hard, thought you'd be hungry,”Stepping back Billy gestured for you to enter.

“Hope you brought enough for Frank,” he kissed your cheek as you passed him. You heard his stern voice from where you stood, “Never keep her from me again,” his voice low as he threatened Carly.

“Hey Frankie,” you smiled at the man, sitting across from Billy’s desk, “Ready for this weekend?” you asked him.

“Yeah, it should be good. Karen's been talking about it all week.”

Taking out the containers in your bag you set them on the desk, organising everyone's servings, you all eat together. Discussing the plans for the weekend. You had organised for everyone to come up to the lake house. Cooper was excited to finally see it, so was Karen. Though you expected she had already been there, considering how well it was decorated the last time you were there.

XX

With Coop and Hudson in the back seat you drove up to the lake house. Karen and Frank were going to be meeting you there, after Karen finished her latest deadline. The drive up was filled with singing as the 4 of you sang along with the radio. The treeline grows thicker the closer you get. Pulling into the clearing, you heard Cooper audibly gasp “This is beautiful,” he sighed.

"Come on, I'll show you guys to your room," taking your bag from the back of the car.

"I've got that," Billy smiles down at you, snatching the bag from your hand. You reached up kissing him softly on the cheek.

Showing the dudes inside you lead them to the room downstairs that you had set up with a double bed for them to sleep in. You spent the afternoon drinking and chatting until the rest of the party arrived at sunset.

“Why don't you guys light the fire?” you suggested, the men crowding around like teenagers. Karen sat next to you, sipping on her glass of wine.

“Wanna play a game?”

“OK?”

“Truth or dare”

“Mmm,” you thought, tapping your finger on your chin, “truth!”

“What is your favourite thing about Billy?” you gave her a look, like really Karen?

“Just one?” She nodded at you, “I love the way I can always feel him when he's around,”

“Ok?” she eyes the way he’s currently watching you.

“Not like that,” you slap her playfully, “like this invisible line that connects us when we're close.”

“That's, that's disgusting,” rolling her eyes at you.

“Hudson!” you point at him, “Truth or dare,”

“Dare!” he jumps up excitedly.

“Dare you to climb that tree.” He does, he even does a good job at it. Show off. You play games and get wasted until everyone filters off to bed and it's just you and Billy left by the fire.

Xx

“Hey, wanna take a walk?” Billy asked, taking your hand.

“Let's go,” you stand wrapping a blanket around yourself.

“There was something I wanted to ask you,” Billy said, leading you with a hand on your back.

“What is it?”

“Your parents, you and Cooper never really talk about them.” he asked, his gaze fixed in front of him.

“And you never really talk about your childhood or your time overseas,” you state, in an airy kind of way. You don’t want to push him.

“Fair, I wish I got to meet them”

“Me too. They would have liked you, you got the next best thing though.” squeezing his hands.

“Oh?”

“Yeh, Karen's been babying me since I got to the city. So she's like a mom.”

“Haha ok,” he laughed, easing the tension your conversation was causing. The lake was twinkling with the stars' reflection as you walked around hand in hand, the crisp night aid warded off by your blanket. You strolled down to the jelly that jut into the small lake, the moon reflected perfectly on the clear surface, Billy's face littered in soft moonlight, an angel in the night.

“About you know, the stuff I don't talk about.” he muttered, turning to face you.

“It's ok, we can talk when you're ready. I can wait.”

“I- I didn't have a great childhood and my time in the Marines and with Frank, it-” he paused trying to think of the right words, his fist clenching at his side, those perfect brows drawing closer by the second. The struggle on his face is evident. You dropped the blanket and wrapped your arms around him.

“It's ok, like I said I can wait,” you reassured him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Thank you,” you felt the coldness of tears falling down onto your cheek.

“We're supposed to be having fun,” you said, holding onto him tighter as you fling you both into the lake. The icy water chilling you to your bones

“What was that for?” Billy’s voice shook from the cold when he breached the surface.

“Your brain looked broken, I gave it a hard reset,” You giggled.

“Oh you're gunna get it now,” he threatened swimming after you.

“No! no!” you fake cried, slowly swimming away so he could catch you. You peered around but couldn't see him, something touched your leg, a hand moving around his warm body.

“Now that I've captured the lady in the lake, where's my sword so I can be King in there's ere lands,” he joked as you clung to his shoulders.

“Honey, you already got the sword that makes you king,” You laughed, kissing him deeply.

{Part 20}

[rizubaby]

Solitude | Makoto Naegi.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

summary ; a series of oneshots about life at the academy and intimate relationships between the reader and a specific character.

tags ; fem!reader, vulgar language, semi-public sex, hickeys, kissing, boyfriend experience, groping, missionary, creampie.

note ; alright, here goes my first nsfw fanfic! I was planning on making this a series, so eventually all the danganronpa boys will have one (if I actually follow through with it, lol). Let me know who you'd like to see next! In any case, I hope you enjoy. ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

The sound of soft humming fills the room, soft music playing in the background. You had woken up early today and decided you should use your time to do some chores. It's still early in the morning, most of the other students are probably still getting ready for the day. As you are busy hanging your freshly washed clothing on the clothing line, you hear someone enter the room. It's Makoto.

"Hey Makoto, good morning~" you say while hanging another one of your t-shirts on the clothing line. "Good morning, sweetie." he mutters. He looks at you, your stomach slightly exposed from you reaching up to hang up another piece of laundry. He manoeuvres between the clothing lines and before you know it, he's standing behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he places his face on your shoulder and plants soft kisses on your neck.

In the two years you've all been living together at Hope's Peak, he's grown a lot. Quite literally, he's taller than you now! He's more mature now and he's more confident than when you two first met. You've been dating for a while now, and you're both happy.

"What's with the sudden lovey-doveyness?" you giggle, letting go of the piece of clothing you were holding and placing your hands over his, leaning into his embrace.

"I'm sorry... I just-" he starts, his lips slowly grazing the skin on your neck and his hands slowly moving down your sides. "I... Really need you..."

As embarrassed as he was to say that, he really meant it. Something suddenly came over him and he couldn't contain himself any longer. His confidence has grown a lot ever since you two started dating, and your entire presence is all he needed right now to lose his damn mind.

"W-what?" You feel your cheeks heat up as he said that, feeling his hands slowly start to explore your body. You tilt your head back against his chest as you suddenly feel one of his hands between your thighs. Makoto keeps on planting sweet kisses and hickeys in the crevice of your neck while his other hand slides down to grab your ass.

"M-Makoto, you're-hng..." you manage to blurt out as you suddenly feel something poke against you from behind. Wow, he's really hard. What's gotten into him? You've never seen him this needy before, not outside of the bedroom anyway.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, the soft vibrations of his voice sending chills down your spine. "I really need to fuck you, right now."

You suddenly feel him lift you up, moving towards the table in the middle of the room and laying you down onto it. He spreads your legs, gently pulls down your laced panties and gasps softly as he takes a look at your beautiful soaking pussy. The way he was treating you right now was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you weak to your knees.

"M-Makoto, please, fuck me... P-please," you mutter, letting your fingers run through his fluffy hair as he bent over you. He kisses you passionately, your tongues twirling together in harmony. He pulls away from your loving kisses for a brief moment to unbuckle his belt, eagerly unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.

Carefully positioning the tip of his dick at your entrance, you feel him slowly entering you. You arch your back in response, closing your eyes as you dig your nails into his back. "M-Makoto! W-wow, oh my go-" you moan, surprised by how deep he went. He was holding your legs up wide, admiring the sight of his dick sliding in and out of you. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace, letting out soft moans and whimpers as he was thrusting into you. The lewd noises of his hips slapping against yours and your combined moans echoed throughout the room.

You started feeling a knot build up inside you, making you come closer and closer to your climax. You placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your aroused moans. Makoto's face was red, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Just the sight of his strained expression made you feel like you were on the edge of cumming.

"M-Makoto, baby, I'm gonna-" you whisper, suddenly being cut off by his lips pressed against yours. His soft lips and tongue combined with the sweet sounds he was making was enough to send you over the edge. Your body started to tremble as you wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him even deeper into you. A few deep thrusts later, you felt Makoto's seed flow into you. His breathing became laboured and a soft grunt escaped his lips as he eventually collapsed on top of you.

Feeling his soft sighs and moans in your ear as you both tried to catch your breath, you embraced him lovingly and let your fingers run through his hair once again.

"Sweetie, I-I'm really sorry... I-I don't know what came over me and I just-"

You placed your finger against his lips and shushed him, looking at him with blurry eyes.

"It's okay baby. It was... Amazing."

After taking a moment to catch your breath and make out some more, you both start to get up and put back on your clothes when you finally realise that the door to the laundry room wasn't fully closed. You look at each other for a second and start to giggle softly.

"Hopefully no-one heard us. "

[sparkleswritings]

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Solace

Word count: 1,209

Prompt: "This is why I fell in love with you."

Tags: Fluff

It had been a long day. A very long, tiring day. The mission you had been assigned to dragged on longer than expected, leaving you and your team utterly exhausted. Physically, mentally--and emotionally.

Your four man cell, now down to three, passed through the Konoha gates with heavy limbs and heavy hearts.

You wanted to be anything but alone tonight. Afraid that, if you had the silence and time to think, you might just go crazy.

So the best thing to do, after reporting your duties done to the hokage, was to trudge your way to your lover's door. He always knew how to handle you whenever your emotional heart was bursting at its limits. He was rational, level headed. Someone who could compliment your emotion driven self quite well.

The streets were currently calm, a mocking peacefulness to the turmoil your body was  currently containing. A loss of a comrade, a friend, never got any easier. 

Your steps slowed as you neared the destination. Now that you arrived you started to regret it, what if you were bothering him? You retracted the hand you raised to knock, but before you could even turn away, the door slid open. Pale, lilac eyes stared into your own, as if understanding why you were here before you even said a word.

"You look awful."

Was the first thing he said.

"Tell me about it," you gave the Hyuga a sarcastic smile. 

"How did you know I was at the doorstep?"

"Strong emotions of your caliber could be sensed from miles away. If you were in enemy territory you'd be spotted and dead."

"Touché haha," you shifted your weight from one foot to another. "And uh-- I'm sorry if I interrupted you or something I just-"

You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence, because Neji had wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head to his chest.

Startled, your body was stiff at first, but god you didn't know how much you needed this. You couldn't hold it in much longer.

"W-we lost him…" you let the tears flow freely. "I couldn't even retrieve his body."

Neji didn't say anything, making sure to listen to every word you had to say before calming you down. His gentle caresses to your hair were the only 'words of comfort' you needed.

Once your sobs were reduced to sniffling, he led you inside, still in between his arms since you refused to let go. 

The mellow fragrance of tea soon wafted around the room. Your cheek was to him, the whole of your body pressed into his back as if you needed him to stay upright.

"You can stay the night. I don't want you to be alone at a time like this," Neji said once he was able to pry yourself off him to sit down, coaxing you to drink the warm beverage.

"You're...alright with that?" 

He nodded slowly, as if contemplating on his words right after he said them. You felt your cheeks burn at the offer. Everyone knew that Neji was a traditional man, even if the two of you were in a long term relationship, he still refused to do anything past hugs, hand holding and kisses on the forehead. All of them done in private, of course. And you were alright with that. Love was more than just being physical, after all.

To have him step out of his comfort zone, so to speak, for your sake made you feel touched. You restrained yourself from glomping onto him and peppering his face with kisses, because that would certainly make him change his mind.

"Thank you, Neji," you looked up at him and smiled shyly. 

"It's only natural that I take care of you. Now please wash up, you smell of blood and dirt."

"Aye aye captain," you teased, poking him on the cheek on your way to the bathroom, to which he frowned at.

After a rather long shower (you didn't mean to sound weird, but now you smelled like him and it was driving you crazy), Neji leant you the smallest pair of clothing he had and insisted you go to bed immediately.

"Where will you be sleeping?" you asked, pulling the covers as close to your face as possible. His scent was just so calming, you couldn't help it!

"I have a spare futon in my closet, I'll sleep on the floor beside you."

"Sounds good to me," you rolled over to the furthest side of the bed to be as close to him as possible. 

Neji looked at you, "And Y/N, don't...stare at my sleeping face."

"Wh-what! I wasn't planning to!" you spluttered, fully aware that you were lying.

He gave you an amused look before pecking your forehead and bidding you goodnight. 

You thought for sure that if you stayed here, with him, you would be able to sleep peacefully. But just like any other night where you had just lost someone, the nightmares came without fail. You could still see them, their faces, the ones you couldn't save. The ones you had to sacrifice in turn to complete missions. They all say that shinobi must remain emotionless in the face of these things, after all, bloodshed was common in the business. 

Though your skills were exceptional, that was one area in which you lack. 

You are an absolute failure.

"Gah!" you awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding, mind racing. The nightmare just felt all too real. Probably because it technically was. 

You tried to calm yourself quietly, afraid that you'd wake Neji up and make him worried. But of course, it didn't go to plan. 

"Nightmares?" he asked in a low tone.

"Mhm." You replied, giving him a sheepish smile, "sorry for waking you up, love."

He shook his head and sat down beside you, running his palm up and down your back. Neji was silent, giving you some time to steady your breathing before:

"If I hold you, would that help you sleep better?"

"Huh-?" 

Your head turned sideways so fast you were afraid you'd snap your neck. Even though it was dim, you could see that his cheeks were reddening. Thank god for the moonlight. 

"You've gotten...bold today," you grinned.

"Don't like it?" 

"Quite the opposite actually," you leaned to rest your cheek on his shoulder. "Who knew you could get so adorable."

"Adorable you say?" He raised an eyebrow at you, "we'll see who's adorable tomorrow during training."

You winced. Neji and his training regimens always made you want to flop to the ground and sink into the dirt afterwards. But you have to admit, they were pretty effective. You had to get better anyways, you had to increase your chances at protecting your comrades better.

A few more moments of solace, and you were once again surrounded by him. This time you were sure, you were going to sleep peacefully all the way through the morning.

Neji just had that effect on you.

"This is why I fell in love with you," you mumbled, mouth half hidden in his chest.

The remnants of your conscious mind recalled a low hum and a kiss to the crown of your head before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 44

This chapter is extra extra long, I'm not sorry. I do, however, have to marathon migraine from hell so it's late.

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Contains: Domestic violence, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort. violence, massive changes to the plot, the canon no longer exists, it's like some whispered the canon from three blocks away while I wrote this, almost follows the plot of 4x11 - 4x14, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V.)

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The truth comes out.

"Yeah, and make sure that job is ready for me once this is over, none of them are ever going to want to see me again when they find out what I've been doing.

Jax left your room feeling much better, then he saw his mother's face "holy shit, ma."

He went to put his hands on her face but she stopped him, "no come here."

Before he could do more, she was pulling him into the church. "Was this Clay?" Jax knew to measure his tone, he didn't want to scare his mother more than she already was.

"It's complicated Jackson."

Jax was still in shock, "what happened?"

Jax didn't think any explanation would account for what Clay did, "it's been building up, shit with the drugs and the cartel. I crossed the line." Jax couldn't say what he wanted to, he doesn't even yell at you. No line justifies a man laying his hands on a woman.

"This is more than crossing a line mum. I can't let this slide."

Jax didn't want to hear anything else, he was growing angrier and angrier as time went on. "I'm so sorry."

Gemma shook her head, "oh, honey, this isn't your fault."

Jax huffed, "I thought we call pull this off, cash out, but I was an idiot. I am as delusional as he is."

Gemma shook her head and sat next to Jax in the pew "no, you are a better man."

Jax was lost, "I will fix this."

****

Knock knock

You were hoping the OT was here so you could leave but Phil brought Wendy in with a small house plant, "he's a big one."

You swallowed, "how did you know I was here?"

She smiled, "I was running a program in the HR department at the museum, I went to find you and they said you were here."

You nodded, "I thought you were in Seattle."

"Yeah I was, sober living but I got a job at a recovery centre in Lathrop and we do a lot of corporate stuff."

You smiled, "that's great news Wendy, I'm really happy for you."

She looked down at your leg resting on a pillow, "can I ask what happened to you?"

You shook your head, "it's still on going, I can't talk about it."

She raised her eyebrows, "shit. I heard about your engagement, that's really great, I'm happy for you and Jax."

"Thanks. If you're here about Abel, Jax needs to be here and he's just turned two so he's far too young to know the truth about his birth, the experts say that between three and five is when a child should find out about adoption."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm grateful you did what you did and for giving me the chance to contest the adoption but I'm still his mother."

"No you're not, you gave up your rights. He's too young to know what really happened and if you do it now, you will just confuse him. I have absolutely no intention of keeping the truth from him but he is too young now and Jax and I both agreed to tell him when he was older. If you want to continue this, Jax will need to be here."

Her face fell, "if Jax agrees, you can come see Abel one day when I take him to work. I'll tell Abel you're an old friend, which you are. But only if Jax says yes, and for what it's worth, I hope he does."

Another knock interrupted you, "that would be the OT, I need to get crutches so I can get out of here and go back to Abel. I'll tell Jax to expect your call."

****

"Any trouble getting the guns through customs?"

Kozik shook his head, "nah man, our guy pushed them through the same way as the others."

Tacoma was there too, "the whole west table will be here, they want to sort out the larger shipments with the cartel."

Jax swaggered in and said hello to Kozik, "hey man, how's y/n doing?"

Jax's face was neutral, "getting through it, she'll be home this afternoon."

He turned to Clay, "give me a minute?"

They walked outside and Jax did his best to stay calm, "what is it?"

Jax took a deep breath and tried to steady the building rage, "I just saw my mum."

"And?"

His skin was starting to hurt, "you beat the shit out of my mother, what do you think? She wouldn't tell me what happened so I'm asking you."

Clay's reply had Jax shifting from foot to foot in order to calm himself down, "this ain't finished."

They walked back inside, everyone none the wiser about what was going on, "the Irish will be here soon, let's check out the guns and get Romeo here."

****

You were getting ready to leave when Gemma walked in, "good lord, what happened to you?"

She huffed, "I got into it with Clay."

You shook your head, "does Jax know?"

She nodded, "yeah, he's with Clay now."

You rubbed your face, "fucking hell Gem, he could have killed you. Have you been to a doctor?"

She shook her head, "it's fine, who's the plant from?"

You ignored her, "Gem, please, you can't stay with him, he will kill you one day. I'm out of here in half an hour, Billy and I will take you back to your place and you can pack a bag and stay with me until this is sorted. We'd all be happy to have you stay, there's plenty of room, we can even get someone to bring your plants. Please, Gem, you're the closest thing I have to a mother, I can't watch him kill you."

She smiled sadly, "you never answered my question."

You took a deep breath, "Wendy, she was here earlier, she's on a one-eighty. I will discuss her with Jax when I get home. But she's willing to work with us on Abel, I know how you feel about her but she carried him and Abel is a part of her, she serves a chance."

To your surprise, she didn't protest, "now I'd like to go home. You are more than welcome to come home with me" Gemma left, seeming satisfied with what happened. Ten minutes later, Billy was at the door.

"The meeting room at Anvil is ready to go and I've managed to convince Tito to stop beating himself up. I'll send the guys out when you're ready."

You nodded, "I need to see how this meeting goes first and then I need to tell Jax. Let's hope it all goes well because if not, I'll be leave on your one of your jets before the day ends."

Billy put a hand on your shoulder, "it will go fine, you need to give Jax and your friends more credit than that."

You shrugged, "I think you're giving them too much."

****

"Jackson, Clay, it's good to see you."

Galen O'Shay looked and smelt like man who had more money than he knew what to do with. "It's good to see you too Galen, shall we meet your buyers?" Galen nodded and they walked into the barn to make introductions.

"Galen, it's good to finally meet you. I hope this will be a long and profitable friendship."

Galen didn't give anything away to Romeo, "I'm sure you want to check out what you're buying, let me give you a demonstration." He pulled the weapons out and had someone line up targets before lifting a large machine gun up and pulling the trigger.

The sound made their ears ache and the air was filled with the smell of burnt gun powder. "What a gun!"

Romeo slapped Galen on the shoulder and smiled, "let's talk your fees."

They all gathered in the office, "we want a shipment of the same items every two weeks, we'll give you half down each time and the rest when we get the goods."

Galen nodded, "that's great, we'll work out our end with the Sons and we'll go from there."

They milled around checking merchandise for the next half an hour, then Galen was pulling Romeo aside. "The Kings are fine with the transition but we want Clay heading it up, we've all agreed that Jax is too young to handle so much responsibility. Once that's sorted, we'll move forward with Mr Alvarez."

Torres huffed, "you agreed that you would work with the Sons in this transition, we never said Clay would be running it. He's getting too old and too stubborn to met your ends."

Galen gave him a nasty smile, "well then we can't help and you'll have to find your guns elsewhere."

Romeo gave a curt nod, "let me call my guy, and we'll go from there."

You got the phone call just as Billy was helping you out of the shower, "that will be Romeo with the news."

You wrapped yourself in a towel and sat and the closed toilet, "are we a go?"

There was a deep breath across the line, "yes and no, O'Shay is happy to work with Pope and the Mayans but only if Clay is still there."

You shook your head, "of course. That fucking prick. I didn't think this would happen but I've accounted for it, we still go ahead as planned."

****

When Jax got home you were sitting at the table waiting for him with a man he didn't know, "who's this?"

You waved your hand for him to sit down, "we have a lot to talk about Jax and I need you to listen to me until I'm done."

He sat down and took your hand in his, "I've been lying to you Jackson, and I never expect you to forgive me or want to see me again after I tell you what's going on."

Jax had no idea what to say, "when I was eighteen, I was approached by the man sitting at the table now. His name is Leon James Vance and at the time, he was head of recruiting for the CIA. He had heard of me from a dig site and thought I would be a good fit. I didn't lie about what I did overseas, I spent most of my time identifying bodies but my time in combat wasn't a byproduct it was part of it and I wasn't a civilian consultant, I was a CIA operative."

Jax had a feeling it was something like that since he first asked you years ago, "I got out months before I came to Charming, I was telling the truth. But the reason he is here is that Clay lied to you. Romeo and Torres aren't cartel, they're CIA and I've been working with them since you guys were inside. At first, I was called to give information on the members, mostly who they would need to get rid off if things went sideways. But it became clear that they needed someone on the inside so I took the job. Their orders, everything they've done, has come from me."

Jax didn't know what to say, "that's not all, when you came back from Belfast, Maureen Ashby left love letters in your bag. I was going to wait for you to come back and let you read them but I had to open them for the sake of the operation, contained in the letters was proof that Clay killed your father because he didn't want to get into guns."

Jax blinked, "I went to Piney for more information, the reason you haven't heard from him is that Clay killed him. I was shot because Clay ordered it, I knew the guy who was firing the gun, it hitting me was an accident. It's all on camera, he didn't just want me dead Jax, he didn't care if Abel saw it."

Jax's gaze went cold, "he's a dead man."

You shook your head, "let me finish. I've gotten the Club out of guns and drugs, if that's what you want. For the next year, the Club will assist in transitioning the business from the Sons to the Mayans and Damon Pope in Oakland. I made sure you could still vote on it but if the Club votes against it, RICO comes back and all my help goes away."

Jax was crying now, "Billy and they guys are bringing everyone to Anvil so I can tell them this, and then I'll be leaving. You can have the house and I'll keep paying for Abel, all I ask is that you let me see my brother get married and then you'll never have to see me again."

Jax let out a hacking sob, "so that's it, after all this you're leaving me?"

You didn't know what to say, "how could you want me after all the lies I've told, everyone is going to hate me Jax and I won't ruin the Club for you."

Leon spoke up, "she's the only reason half of you are alive and she's the only reason none of you are in prison. I tried to tell her that you and the Club would understand but she won't see reason."

When Jax looked at you, you were crying, openly, he had never seen that before. "I always land on my feet Jax, there's a post in Paris that I'm going to love."

"Give me your left hand." You looked at him, surprised as he pulled your engagement ring out of his pocket, you gave him your hand palm up, expecting him to hand it to you but he flipped your hand over and slipped it back over your finger.

"What are you going Jackson?"

He reached up and wiped the tears from your cheek, "no more tears please, I can't stand seeing you cry."

"I don't understand."

Jax dropped his forehead onto yours, "how can I ever repay you for all you've done for me."

You shook your head, "I lied to you."

Jax grabbed your face in his hands, "no, you didn't. You said you believed me when I told you I was going to get the Club out of all of this, then you told me you'd do whatever you could to help. You didn't lie to me."

"So you don't hate me?"

Jax pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "I keep telling you, I could never hate you."

He sat back but kept hold of your hand, "I have the letters here if you want to read them, we have enough time before we have to meet the others. There's one last thing. The Irish, the Mayans and Pope have already agreed to the terms but Galen won't work with anyone other than Clay, the Club can't do anything about him until this is done."

Jax huffed, "I'm sure you have a plan?"

You nodded, "that's up to the Club. I need to go unpack, I was ready to leave. I'll leave you to read the letters."

****

Tig was walking to the Clubhouse when he saw Gemma's face, he walked up to her and took in her bruised face, "this was Clay."

Gemma shook her head, "not now Tiggy."

Tig didn't wait, he walked himself into the chapel and threw his Sergeant at Arms patch down, "you're right, this isn't how it's supposed to go."

Before he could say more, Billy walked in, "you guys need to come with me, it's urgent. I can't say anymore."

Across the town, the other Sons were being loading into cars under the same pretext, they all arrived at the warehouse just as the sun was setting. They were walked into the building and were made to remove all their weapons then taken into a large meeting room where you and Jax were already waiting.

"Please sit, we have some things to discuss."

Once they were all settled in, you clicked a button and Tito walked in, "Mr Morrow, do you know this man?"

Clay swallowed, "no? Let me clear it up for everyone." Another click and a screen came down and played the video of Clay ordering the hit on you, followed by all the phone correspondence.

Tito pulled then ten grand out of his pocket and threw it on the table next to Clay, "fucking piece of shit." The room had become icy, Jax was clenching his fists and Sam looked like he was looking for an opening to beat Clay to death.

"Can someone please escort Opie out of the room."

Opie looked at you unsure, "please Harry, you don't need to see this." He got up and left you you handed each member a folder, "inside the folder in front of you are letters between Maureen Ashby and John Teller, inside those letters are John's fears that Clay was going to kill him because he didn't want the Club to get into guns."

Clay went to get up and you waved your hand, "if he moves again, shoot him in the knee." You rested in your crutches, the time standing on one foot making your leg ache. "Piney found out about the letters, I'm about to show you video proof of Clay killing Piney, if you don't wish to see it you can leave. Someone is tell Opie what happened right now." Kip and Juice left and you played the video.

Clay was as white as a sheet as it played. The others came back, Aden walked between Opie and Clay so Opie couldn't do anything. "Romeo and Torres aren't cartel they're CIA and so am I. I left months before I came here but after they approached Clay while you were still inside, they realised they needed my help and I started working with them again. This meeting marks the end of my contract. However, once my leg is healed, I'm running an op to remove Lobo Sonora for good."

They were all looking from you to Clay, "I helped on one conditon, that when this was done, the Club would have a way out. For the last few weeks, that's what the agency has been working on. If you vote for this, Marcus and Damon Pope will take over the business over the next year, they have already been informed of Clay's lies so have the Irish. There's one caveat from Galen, Clay has to be running it. You still have the choice to vote no but if you do, RICO will come back and the CIA will no longer be of help."

Clay went to speak, "keep your mouth shut, you have nothing to say." He opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish, "I will leave you to talk about this, read the letters and have your vote. One of you can come and get me when it's done."

The room was a cold quiet as they read each letter, the men standing around the room having pulled their guns to keep everyone in line. "Did you know she was working with them?"

Sam shook his head, "not here in Charming, I had a feeling but I didn't want any of you to shoot her. She thinks you all hate her."

Juice let out a breath, "how could she think that after everything she's done for us."

Sam shrugged, "because she lied and she's sees lying as a betrayal and betrayal is unforgivable."

Clay huffed, "so that's it, she does all this and you're just going to do what this lying bitch wants."

Happy stood up over the man, "she told you to shut up, you should do as you're told."

They glared at him, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. "We need to vote this." There was no discussions, no pros and cons, they voted for it without question.

You were called back in much sooner than you expected, "what's happening?"

Jax stood up and got you a chair, "the vote passed, what are the next steps?"

You did your best to hide your smile, "tomorrow, you will meet with Pope, Marcus, and the Irish, from there you can talk with the rest of the charters about the transition."

"What about him?"

Opie didn't even look at Clay, "Galen didn't say he had to be president, he said he had to be running the guns. You are more than welcome to vote on that now, I have a solution that will please all of you for the time being."

Opie snarled, "I'm backing Jax for the chair or I'm done."

There were nods all around, "that works for us Lassie, don't bother leaving, you've done so much for us so far you might as well stay."

Tig spoke, "all in favour of Jax taking over as President?"

Every hand but Clay's went up, "we talk about officer seats once this is over."

You looked at Tig's blank chest, "congratulations on your new shiny spine Tig."

Clay looked like he was going to throw up, "Galen will need plausible deniability as to why you're no longer at the head of the table so Opie is going to shoot one of your lungs out. You'll live and Hale was debriefed weeks ago so the cops won't be an issue."

You got up and handed a handgun to Opie, "you have every right to hate me for what I did and I don't blame you if you never speak to me again but shoot where indicated, please." You waved your hand and the men around the room pointed their guns at Clay, "you're well within your rights to put this for a vote."

The table was silent, then Opie raised the gun. You walked up to Clay and slammed a sticker over his right lung, "just here Opie." Opie took in a deep breath a met Clay's eye before squeezing the trigger. The bang didn't make anyone jump.

A few minutes later, he was carted off by a private ambulance. "In five minutes, you will all need go to the hospital and play the loving Club. Until then, you can ask me any questions you have."

"How long were you in the CIA?"

Juice didn't sound upset, "ten years. I didn't lie, I ID dead bodies but I also worked on behalf of the agency to instal leaders that were more agreeable to the US party line. I was also a mechanic, which is the colloquial term for an assassin. I seduced then killed ten men, they never even saw me naked so don't worry about that, I've poisoned fifteen and sniped another four. Next?"

"Is it that easy to get someone to let their guard down?"

Of course Happy would ask that, "yes, evolution gave men two heads and only enough blood to run one at a time. No matter how dangerous a man was from politicians to warlords, I gave them a wink and a smile and they were dead before they knew it."

"Are you staying?"

You shrugged, "if everyone will have me."

They all looked so sad, "what would we do without you?"

You let out a short laugh, "I understand if you hate me."

Opie shook his head, "how could we ever hate you after this, you're the only reason the Club is still alive."

You shook your head, "it's not about the Club, it's about the fact that I didn't give any of you a choice in any of this."

"What's this then, you did let us decide. Now how do we move forward?"

To your shock, they were all happy and ready to listen. "For the next six to twelve months, you need to act like Clay is your friend. His vote doesn't need to matter but you still need to keep up appearances and then Opie can send him out the same way he killed Piney, or you can take your time, I don't care."

"We'll head to the hospital now, you should go home and rest."

You nodded, "they're telling Gemma what's going on in the other room, I'll make sure she gets home safe."

They continued to surprise you as they each stood up and hugged you, each repeating how thankful they were. "You guys go ahead, I wanna talk to my old lady for a bit." They left in the cars that brought them there, being told to take their bikes to the hospital, Opie was the only one who went home.

"I told you so."

You gave him a soft laugh, "I still have to face your mother."

Jax shook his head, "my mother will have to get over it."

His voice was full of scorn, "she had no idea Jax, Clay's actions are not her fault."

You reached up and placed a hand on his face, "you don't know her like I do y/n, part of this is her fault."

"And I think her face is proof she didn't know Clay like she thought she did, he beat the shit out of her because of me."

Jax rubbed your nose with his, "I have to go deal with his."

You nodded, "I know, I'll be waiting at home for you."

He kissed you slowly, all his love placed in the single action, "I love you Darlin."

"I love you too."

****

Hale was there when they got to the hospital, "what do you know."

Hale gave them a knowing look, "we have CCTV footage, looks like a robbery gone wrong. Some peaker wood tweaker. He was found with meth and he's made a deal to give up the supplier so I doubt he'll spend a day inside. Will that satisfy your business partners?"

Jax nodded, "that's perfect, thanks man."

Jax walked away for the group to take a call, "you're friend's body is ready for when you want to say goodbye, text this number back when you're on your way." Jax was wondering what was going on, walking back to the others, he let them know.

"You go collect Ope, we'll stay here with him"

Jax drove to the house and was greeted by Lyla when he knocked, "how is he?"

She shrugged, "taking it pretty hard, but getting through it. You wanna come in?" Jax walked through the door, Opie was sitting on the couch with the kids were looked like they had just been crying.

"Hey."

Ope smiled, "how's Clay?"

Jax shrugged, "alive, the body's at Skeeters, I'm going there now so if you want to say goodbye, now's the time." Opie stood up and wiped his face, kissed Lyla and got into Jax's truck.

"I don't expect you to stay and sit at the table with him but I need you by my side."

Opie nodded gently, "I'm staying, once Clay's dead we can make the Club what our fathers wanted it to be."

Jax felt a wave of relief come over him, "was it over quick?"

Jax had heard you talk about this enough to know how to lie, "yeah, Ope, he didn't know what hit him."

"Can I come back to your place, I need to talk to y/n. I don't want her to think I blame her or that I don't love her anymore."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure she really needs to hear that."

They pulled into the parking lot and got out, Frank was there waiting for them, "your father wasn't left alone, y/n request. I'm really sorry for your lose."

They went inside and said their goodbyes then he was loaded into the cremator. Jax wrapped his arms around Opie as the body burned, "I'm so sorry."

They stayed a little while longer, "I'm ready to go." Jax nodded and drove back home with Opie in tow.

"Oh hello, what are you doing here?"

Opie gave you a soft smile, "I just wanted to clear the air about what happened with my dad. I don't blame you and I don't hate you. I know you still think I should be mad at you for Donna but Clay is at fault for all of this, you were just caught in the crossfire."

He pulled you in for a hug, "you're too forgiving for your own good Ope."

He squeezed you harder, "you can't leave, Lyla would lose her shit if you left her to do the wedding planning all by herself."

You laughed, "I still have to work out what's going on with Ima's parents."

Ope swallowed, "don't bother, Lyla met them once, they're WASPS in the worst way."

You nodded, "well that saves me a phone call. You wanna stay for a snack?"

He shook his head, "this kids need me at home."

You nodded, "alright then, I guess I'll see you after the meet."

When Opie left, you collapsed on the couch, "you feeling better now?"

You nodded as Jax sat next to you and lifted your legs into his lap, "Wendy came to see me today."

Jax huffed, "what? What did she want?"

His tone was not a positive one, "she wants to get to know Abel, I told her that if you said yes, she could meet him but that we're not telling Abel until he's older."

"Y/n."

You pressed your lips together, "Jackson, one day someone is going to ask Abel why I don't look anything like him. He should know that his biological mother cared about him enough to leave him with someone who could look after him. It doesn't change the fact that I'm his mum and that I'm the one raising him. A child can never have too much love, plus, we're like the only society where this would be an issue."

Jax chuckled, "ok, but it's on our terms and if she puts one foot wrong she's never going to see him again."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "thank you Jax, now I just need to workout how I'm going to tell Gemma."

Jax shook his head, "I will deal with my mother, her manipulation has got to stop and if that means cutting her off until she's learnt her lesson then that's what I'm going to do."

"I can't ask you to cut off you mother…."

He stopped you, "I'm taking your lead and doing what's best for Abel, she can't be around him if she isn't going to support us in being good parents."

You rested your head against his chest, "we should call Wendy and invite her over for breakfast tomorrow."

Jax shook his head as you pulled out your phone, "hey Wendy, it's y/n and Jax. We wanted to ask if you like to come over for breakfast tomorrow?"

You could hear the smile in her voice, "I'll be there."

Jax was still weary, "we've decided that you can just be our friend at first and when Abel's older we'll let him know the truth, if you tell him beforehand, you will never see him again."

"I won't I promise. I'll do whatever you ask me to as long as I get to be in his life."

Jax seemed a little better, "great, we'll see you tomorrow at eight. I'm still in the same place but call if you can't find it." You hung up and turned back to Jax.

"That went better than I expected."

You nodded, "she really wants to try Jax, we have to give her that chance."

Jax shook his head, "you look like you could use some sleep."

You nodded, "hell fucking yes."

Jax smiled and helped you up the stairs, "you need help in the shower?"

You nodded, "as long as you keep it in your pants."

Jax huffed in fake indignation, "you act like you didn't tell all your friends how much you like my ass."

"No I don't, I tell them all the time how delicious you are, and I'm sorry in advance but I think that's going to come up in the speeches."

Jax started to blush, "I can't wait. Have you got your dress yet?"

You shook your head, "I've picked out a pattern but I didn't want to start until I knew if you still wanted me, I'll go fabric shopping once I'm done with Ima's."

Jax helped you get undressed and stood by the shower door as you washed, "how's that going?"

You shrugged, "I'm going to have to stitch her into it on the day so I'm going to have to teach Sam to unpick stitching because if he rips the dress, I will kill him."

Jax laughed, "that's gonna go well. I wanna wait until Clay is dealt with before we get married."

"You took the words right out of my mouth. Or we can be petty and send him the photos via email."

Jax smirked, "you're mean."

You giggle, "I was in the CIA, of course I'm mean."

Jax shook his head, "are you ready to get out because this is fast becoming a bad porno." You turned the shower off and climbed out, Jax supporting you as you did your hair and got dressed.

"Bedtime?"

You nodded, "please, I'm about ready to drop."

Jax pulled back the covers and climbed in next to you before tucking you in and pulling you into his arms, "goodnight Darlin."

"Goodnight Beloved."

*****

"Morning."

Jax sounded like he had been awake for a while, "good morning Beloved, were you watching me sleep?"

He chuckled, "you're very beautiful, can you blame me."

You shook your head, "as much as I'd love to stay in bed and sleep off this drug hungover I've got going, Wendy will be here in an hour."

Wendy arrived right on eight, she was smiling from ear to ear when you opened the door, "please, take your shoes off and come in. We're just about to have breakfast." She did as she was asked and walked into the house, "Abel, we have a guest, come and say hello please." You could hear him get off his chair and tot over.

He stuck his little hand out and made an introduction, "hello, I'm Abel." Wendy hadn't stopped smiling, she took his tiny hand and shook it, "hi Abel, I'm Wendy."

You bent down to his level, "Wendy is here from breakfast, what do we say when we have people over for food?"

"You want eggie bake?"

You did your best not to laugh, "that's what he calls frittata, he's eaten it every day this week but we believe in giving him choices. We have other food."

Wendy shook her head, "I would love some eggie bake." Abel walked her to the kitchen and sat her down at the breakfast bar while you got the frittata out of the fridge.

You placed it down on the table and handed Abel the cake server, when he went to try and cut a small piece for himself, you stopped him, "we severs guests first, don't we?" He nodded and cut her a piece, with your help of course, then did the same for himself.

"Thank you Abel." You all sat down, Sam and Ima had gone to Anvil to plan decorations so it was just the four of you. "He's so polite."

You smiled, "thank you, but it's all him."

You tapped Jax under the table with your foot, "we've agreed that you can see him when y/n is at work but you can't just stop in, once we know we can trust you and Abel knows you, we'll talk about telling him the truth."

Wendy was close to tears, "I don't know how I can ever thank you for this."

Jax's tone went nasty, "don't thank me, if it was up to me, you wouldn't have anything to do with our son. She is a better mother than you'll ever be."

You shook your head, "Jackson, that was cruel and uncalled for. You left Abel for fourteen months, you can't imagine what it must have been like for Wendy to decide to leave him forever."

Jax was taken aback, "you're right, I'm sorry."

Wendy gave you a soft smile, "I'm going to do my best to make up for everything I've done." The rest of the morning went over well, Abel showed Wendy the house and then took her outside, Wendy leaving late into the morning, "thank you for this."

You smiled, "I'll get you a card for the lab so you don't have to bother checking in. Don't mess this up."

"I won't."

****

Jax stopped by the hospital to keep up approaches at your suggestion, Happy and Kozik were there all be it under duress, "how is he?"

Happy shrugged, "the bullet punched a lung, he'll be on oxygen for a few months but he's fine. Gemma's in the chapel."

Jax walked in and his mother hugged him, "I am so sorry Jax, about everything."

Jax shook his head, "did you know that Clay had my father killed, y/n said you had no idea but I'm not so sure. She's the kind of person who would lie because it's not her story to tell." Gemma was shocked, you had removed the letters about the affair.

"I only knew after it happened and he told me it was for the same reason he told Unser, I didn't know why he really did it."

Jax rubbed his face, "no more lies mum, Clay is living on borrowed time. You have a choice to make, me and Abel or him."

Gemma swallowed, "what about y/n?"

Jax crossed his arms over his chest, "she's staying, you better make this up to her because she went into bat for you knowing what you'd say about her."

Gemma's shock continued, "thank you, Jackson. I promise I won't let you or my family down again."

****

Happy and Kozik swapped places with Kip and Tig and they left for the meet. When they arrived, O'Shay gave Jax a look that would make hell freeze over, "this is why we wanted Clay running things."

Jax still had his VP patch on, "he still is and he's going to make a full recovery, I know it doesn't matter to you but this was random, it has nothing to do with the cartel."

Opie backed Jax up, "our contact in Charming PD confirmed it."

Galen crossed his arms over his chest, "let's get this done then." Marcus and Pope arrived soon after, the meeting was quick. The guns were nailed down and the extra coke went over without a hitch.

"We'll meet up later to figure out how this works with the Niners, they'll be dealing the coke on your streets."

Jax nodded, "great, I think we should call it a day."

With handshakes and back pats, it was done. Galen left with Pope following, leaving Jax and Marcus to talk, "your old lady is one scary. formidable woman."

Jax huffed, "yeah, I know. I'm sorry about Clay."

Marcus shook his head, "I never liked the old racist anyway, it will be good to have you at the head of the table Jackson."

"Thanks man."

****

Chibs was worried about Juice, since finding out the truth he had been even more quiet then normal so when they got back to T-M he pulled Juice into the bathroom. "What's going on with you?"

Juice swallowed, "Piney man, and what Clay did to y/n, the lies he told."

Chibs shrugged, "he'll be dealt with, we just have to hold out until all of this is done."

Juice sat down on the closed toilet, he was starting to cry "that sheriff found out some shit when he was digging into my profile, he threatened me with it."

Chibs thought for a minute, "he was telling the truth about your father, did y/n lie for you?"

Juice nodded, "yeah, she did. She didn't just lie, she told me what to do."

Chibs gave him a soft smile, "she's a good woman."

Juice huffed, "yeah, she is." Chibs shook his head, "this is why you've been so out of sorts?"

Juice nodded and wiped his tears, "all this is going to be ok. With Jax running things it will change, I know it will."

They stood up and Chibs pulled Juice into a hug, "you good now?"

Juice nodded, "great, we have a vote to take care of."

****

Twenty minutes later, they all piled into the chapel. Jax stared at the head seat before sitting down and taking the Gavel in his hand, when Tig walked in he shook his head and pointed to Sam, "you're there brother."

Sam gave Jax a smile and sat down, when Opie walked in Jax gestured to his left side, "if you want it, it's yours." Opie nodded and sat down then church started.

"What time is it?"

Someone looked at their watch, "four."

Jax picked up the Gavel and banged it, only to be interrupted by you, "sorry." Jax shook his head and invented you in, then they were shitting around so you could sit down, you looked over to Sam, "is this nepotism?

They laughed, "he's the closest we're going to get to you."

You shook your head, "are you telling me he uses fancy bras and untraceable poisons to kill rich and powerful men?"

Jax cringed, "let's hope not."

You were going to say more but Gemma walked through the half open door, to your surprise, she walked up to you and hugged you, "we're going to get past this."

You hugged her back, "come on, we better leave them to it."

****

Jax headed to the hospital when church was done and walked into Clay's room, he closed the blinds and walked over to his hopefully former step-father. All Jax felt was rage, he couldn't pinpoint why he was stuck still to the spot as he looked over the man, was it because he was going to take the love of his life and his son's mother away, was it because of his father and what he did to his mother or was it something else, Jax didn't know and he didn't care to try and figure it out.

"Son."

Jax threw Clay's kutte down and pressed it to his chest, "don't call me that."

The knife came out next, "you got to let me tell…"

Jax cut him off with a knife to the throat, "you are done telling me anything, now I tell you. The only reason I am not slicing you open is that we need you for this deal, you can sit at the table, you can have a vote but that's it. You keep the Irish happy and you stay out of my Goddamn way."

Jax moved the knife to the President flash and pressed hard as he cut it off, Clay grunting in pain, "you might as well kill me."

Jax shook his head, "you're already dead." As a last insult, he spat in Clay's face then walked away without another word.

****

Jax climbed into the shower without saying a word, then dried himself off and climbed into bed with a deep sigh, "how did it go?"

He shrugged, "Clay knows where he stands but I have a feeling he's going to be a problem."

You nodded, "yeah, so do I. There's nothing we can do other than stay on top of it."

"How's your leg?"

You turned on your side to face him and lifted your hand to his face, "like a three, not the worse pain I've been in."

Jax huffed, "what's the worse pain you've been in."

You chuckled, "a migraine and I've been tortured more than once." Jax shook his head and placed a hand on your face, using it to roll you over onto your back while he hovered half on top of you.

"I love you so much."

He leaned down and kissed you, all slow and full of love. "I love you too."

The kiss became heated as he pulled himself all the way on top of you, "tell me you're mine."

You smiled at his tone, "I'm yours." Jax's hand moved down your body and pulled your panties off then he was grabbing the hem of your sleep shirt and taking it off your body.

His lips his your neck and then he was kissing down your body, stopping at the nasty bruise on your hand from the IV. You placed your hand on his face and rubbed his cheek, Jax leaning into the sensation. He shifted again and kissed down your body, lifting one leg over his shoulder while moving the other one so he could touch you without hurting your leg.

He looked into your eyes for consent and with a nod from you, he was licking you from your entrance to your clit. You reached down and laced your hands in his hair, it finally being long enough for you to grab, "I'm sure you had fun using your short hair against me but no more." Jax chuckling on your skin caused you to moan, then he was sliding two thick fingers inside you and crooking them to rub your G-spot.

"Oh God." His free hand reached up to hold your hand, lacing his fingers in yours and squeezing gently. He took his time, his lips moving slowly against your skin, just as you were about to cum, he pulled back. The frustrated moan you let out had him chuckling, "you're being mean."

He moved his lips to your inner thigh and spoke against your skin, "you can take it."

You had no idea how long it went on for, the hours seemed to blur into each other as he brought you to the edge again and again without letting you fall over it. "Tell me you're mine."

You gasped, "I'm yours, Jackson please, I'm yours." He smirked and kissed up your body then lifted your legs over his waist and lined up his cock to your entrance.

"Tell me your mine."

He hovered his lips over yours, "I'm your…." You didn't get to finish as he slid inside you with madding slowness, "please."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, "I'm here Darlin, you can let go." After the torturous build up, the orgasm caused your vision to white out. Jax didn't relent, he kept the slow grind of his hips as his finger came down to rub your clit.

Your teeth sunk into his shoulder as he sped up, contacting around him again so hard that your legs started to twitch. He grunted against your skin as he came inside you, then his arms faulted and he was resting his weight on yours. He lifted his upper body and brushed the hair out of your face, then dropped his head and kissed you softly.

"You're mine."

He whispered it with his lips brushing your ear, "I love you Jackson, with all my heart."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, "I love you too."

Part 45

Yep, Clay is the big bad for the final part of our story!

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A  Promise And A Stray Pup (Part 1 of 2?)

Title: A Promise And A Stray Pup

Chapter 1: Pinky Promise 

Author’s Note: Hi hi, it’s Gabby here. Hope that you all are doing well. I thought about the idea for this fic for a really long time so I hope that my planning and attention to detail shines through. 

Disclaimer: This fic starts off with a flashback to when Y/n was really young, nothing weird or bad happens but I just wanted to put this out there in case it makes anyone uncomfortable. It’s just a simple fic about a kid and a stray dog.

Summary: Y/n returns home in search of a hybrid friend that she had left oh so long ago. Will she be able to help him? Did their friendship withstand the hands of time or did it crumble from the pressure? 

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Pairing: Hybrid Yunho x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 6.4 k (Or something like that...)

Genre: Hybrid au, Fluff

Contains: Hybrid Yunho, Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Slight Angst, Suggestive, Mentions a dead relative

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Tagging: @sangie-baby​

Props to @yungidreamer​ for helping me out with proof reading and reviewing. Thank you for making sense out of my nonsense lol.

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“Mom I don’t wanna go to big kid school,” you whined as you walked alongside your mother, your rubber boots splashing in the puddles beneath you. It had been pouring rain but your mother was determined to get you to school as it was your first day. You on the other hand were less than thrilled to be there. You wanted nothing more than to sleep in, wake up late and play with your toys every day. But apparently “big kids” had to go to school and learn things. Holding onto her hand helped you keep up with her fast pace until you arrived at the school that you would be attending. You didn’t know what jail looked like but if you had to imagine it in your 6-year-old brain, this would be it. You squeezed your mother’s hand even tighter. She couldn’t just leave you here, could she? Your question was later answered when an adult who you assumed to be your teacher swept you away from your mother’s grasp. You hated it here.

You had been homeschooled till now and by homeschooled you meant that you stayed at home and learned your Alphabet with your dad. But after your dad had passed there was no one to supervise you at home since your mom had to work extremely long hours just to make ends meet, hence how you ended up here. You were grumpy for the entire day, ensuring that your teacher knew that you didn’t want to be there. Even at 6 years old you were a force to be reckoned with, you were stubborn and not afraid to show it. 

Thankfully the day flew by and before you knew it, it was time to head home. Finally, you’d be able to leave this hell and retreat into the four walls of your comfortable home. Your mother had contacted the school beforehand informing them that she’d be running a little late. You knew that you could walk home on your own; you were incredibly independent for your age. There was this one time where you had walked home from the park after being separated from your parents. You still remembered the look on their faces when they found you seated on the wooden rocking chair in the front porch, your little legs not even touching the ground as you waited for them. Even after all of that she still said that you couldn't walk home on your own; something about bad men stealing children or something like that. So you had to stay in school until your mother came to pick you up. Until then you just walked along the inside of your school fence, hand brushing against the cold metal. 

Your fingers bumped over the wires as you walked, aimlessly running your hand over the chain-link fence. You followed the fence bordering the school which eventually lead you to the back of the school yard. There was a dark and dismal alley behind the school, it seemed to be the place where the neighbourhood gathered their garbage to be later collected by the garbage trucks. Raising your head you saw a pile of clothes pressed up against the cold concrete wall. Not paying it any mind to it you continued walking until you noticed the pile slightly moving. Looking closer you realized that what had originally appeared to be a lump of discarded clothing was actually a boy, he didn’t seem to be that much older than you but a hood concealed most of his face. You stared at him for quite some time, trying to understand what was going on, did he not have school? Mom said that all big kids had to go to school. Why wasn’t he in school? 

Your hands grasped onto the metal wiring of the fence as you peered at him, your mother had always said that it was rude to stare but you couldn’t help it, he was so fascinating. Without warning his head shot up, eyes immediately finding yours. You jumped back in shock, your heart racing in your chest as you fell unto the floor, your hands grazing upon the heated asphalt. He seemed to be just as surprised as you were, his eyes blown out in surprise as he looked at you. There you stayed staring at him from your spot on the floor, his head slightly tilted as he crawled a little closer to the fence, seemingly examining you. Now that he was no longer masked by the shadow of the alley wall you could see his face more clearly. He had bright yellow eyes along with a warm brown puff of hair on his head. Under his hood, you could clearly see the indent of two ears protruding through. He was a hybrid. Your mother had told you about hybrids before, she said that they were scary individuals that didn’t deserve to be treated as humans, she said that they were bad and dangerous and you should stay away from them.

But he didn’t look dangerous nor scary at all, he looked...startled. You stood up from the floor taking a tentative step towards him. With every step that you took, he stepped backwards, eyes never once leaving yours. “Ahchoo”, you heard him sneeze in front of you. “Bless you,” you laughed before smiling brightly at him. There was no response, he just looked at you with the same shocked expression that he had before. “Maybe he was just shy,” you thought. “Do you like chocolate?” you asked excitedly while bouncing in place. Surely he did, everyone did. You placed your lunch kit on the floor before rummaging through it to find your chocolate chip cookies. Finding the bag you attempted to push it through the holes of the fence only to realize that the bag was too big. You frowned slightly, saddened by the fact that you couldn’t share your cookies with him. You stood for a moment pondering about what to do before a light bulb came up in your head.

Grasping the pack you opened the top before taking a cookie in your tiny hands and sliding them through the fence, offering the snack to the boy. He looked at it for a moment before grabbing it from your hand and consuming it in one bite. “He must be really hungry,” you deduced. You took another cookie from the bag giving it to him and watching him eat cookie after cookie. “I’m sorry, it’s all finished. I’ll be sure to bring more tomorrow okay?” you said to him; expecting a reply you looked at him but he just ran off. You looked into the alley as he sped away, blending into the darkness. “He seems fun,” you thought as you smiled widely.

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“Mom may I please have an extra bag of cookies today?” you asked your mother as you ate your breakfast.

“You know that you can’t eat too much sweet hun,” she stated while packing your lunch kit.

“It’s not for me. I made a new friend so I wanted to give one to him,” you replied while smiling brightly at her.

“Oh well that’s great sweetie,” she stated while finding another bag of cookies to place into your kit “, What’s his name?”

“I’m not sure; he’s really shy,” you replied, a hint of sadness clearly in your voice as you looked down at your plate of scrambled eggs.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure that he’ll love the cookies,” she smiled at you before patting your head. 

Your mother dropped you off at the school, waving you goodbye as you walked into the building. The day was a little more manageable but maybe that was because you were so excited for school to be over so you could see your new friend again. Well, at least the person that you wanted to be your new friend...if he wanted you to be. The bell rang through the hallways of the school and you found yourself running to the spot where you had first seen the little hybrid boy. Stopping at where you felt was the same spot, you looked into the shadows of the alley; your face sinking when you didn’t see him. You dropped your bags on the warm asphalt and stooped down; waiting for him. “Maybe he was late,” you thought while aimlessly playing with your nails. You felt like you were there for hours but in reality, it was probably only a few minutes.

“H-hi,” you heard a voice speak from in front of you, you didn’t jump or even flinch at all; it didn’t seem the least bit threatening. Looking up from your spot on the floor you notice the hybrid boy from yesterday. You smiled brightly at him before going into your bag to retrieve the bag of cookies. You both stayed silent as he ate. You thought that maybe he’d open up a little today but you were wrong, he didn’t even tell you his name.

This cookie exchange carried on for the duration of the school term and you still didn’t know anything about him. But that didn’t deter you one bit. Even though he had never really said anything with his words you felt as though you told you so much with his eyes. They weren’t the typical brown, blue, grey or any of the usual colours that you noticed the other students in the school had. His eyes were a bright yellow, they shone like the sun, radiating warmth straight into your little heart. And they spoke straight to your soul, thanking you for being with him, for staying with him. Thanking you for being there.

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You wiped your tired eyes as you trudged through the bleak school halls, heading to your classroom. Your body felt drained from all of the tears you had shed the previous day . After arriving home from school, your mother had informed you that she had just gotten a new job which meant that you had to move away. She said that it was really far and that you’d have to change schools.

If you had gotten this information at the beginning of the term your little heart would have been elated; overjoyed that you’d be leaving the confines of these bleak school walls, but that wasn’t the case. What would happen to the little hybrid boy that you had befriended? How would you both eat cookies together if you left? The very thought of leaving him left an aching feeling in your chest, it felt as though your soul was being ripped out of your body.

The immense feeling of sorrow which washed over you brought with it a flood of tears which you could not control. The salty liquid filled your eyes before cascading off of your cheeks and dampening the plush rug beneath your feet. It was as though the floodgates had opened as water rushed through without any indication of stopping until the river was drained of every last drop of water, your body releasing every last tear that it could muster up. Every comforting word that your mother had attempted to provide being drowned out by your wails of sadness. The next morning you woke up to the bright morning sun shining through your window, casting a golden glow across everything that it touched. Your mother had tucked you in, wrapping your body in your woolen blanket after finding you asleep on the couch.

Walking into class you took your seat and waited for your teacher to begin their lesson, their voice drifting further and further away until you couldn’t hear it at all, your own thoughts drowning out the world around you. Your mind was filled with so many other things, so many different emotions. You didn’t have space to even think about what was going on around you, all you could think about was him.

Opening your sketchbook you began to aimlessly doodle, in an attempt to distract yourself from the aching feeling that had never left your chest. Everything that you saw, everything that you did, reminded you of him. The sunflowers that you had mindlessly scribbled were his eyes, the faded black of the chalkboard; his washed-out jeans, even the deafening silence of during naptime reminding you of the comfortable silence that you both had shared so many times before. You wished that you had started attending public school a little earlier, then maybe you could have held onto him a little longer, make him smile a little brighter.

Your teacher had decided for the entire class to do a craft that day, sort of like a going-away present. So, all of the students made 2 friendship bracelets, one for themselves and one for their friend. You spent the entirety of your evening constructing 2 little bracelets each of different colours. Crafts have always been one of your favourite things, what could be more fulfilling than having an idea and bringing it to life? Of course, this activity would serve as a great distraction from the aching feeling which inhabited your heart.

After completing your bracelets you gently placed them on the table in front of you; the silver pendants glistening in the afternoon sun. “Oh these are lovely Y/n,” your teacher commented from beside you “, Are those your favourite colours?” Looking down you admired the bright blue and yellow bands of the individual bracelets. “Umm no,” you replied in an almost puzzled tone. You didn’t really have a reason for choosing those colours, they just sort of came to you. “Well maybe they remind you of something that makes you happy,” she smiled before slightly ruffling your hair. Your teacher had expected you to give your bracelet to someone from your class but you never did. You held on to that bright yellow bracelet for the rest of the day.

When the class had finally ended you walked over to your usual spot for the last time, your feet dragging on the asphalt as you slowly made your way to the back of the school. He was already there, leaned up against the wall; his grey oversized hoodie and black pants hanging off of his slightly smaller frame. You had never seen him in anything else and at first, you would often question it but now it gave you some sort of comfort; it was your constant in this ever-changing world. He smiled as he saw you approaching, his bright eyes lighting up as his tail wagged energetically. You loved how even when he said nothing you could still see his true emotions, they shone through like sunbeams through a glass window. He didn’t have to say anything to you, you knew that he was happy to see you. 

“That’s okay,” he said; your head shooting up at the sound of his voice, that was the most words that he had ever said to you. “We can eat them next time right Y/n”, he continued. Maybe he knew that something bad had happened and this was his way of trying to cheer you up. You knew that he meant well when he said “next time” but in your book, there was no next time because you were moving soon. “Momma said that we’re moving away so we can’t eat cookies together anymore,” said as your voice trembled. You tried your best to hold in your tears but you were really going to miss him, there was just something about him that you really loved, you loved spending time with him. 

With everything that had happened yesterday you had forgotten to bring him cookies, hopefully, he wouldn’t be mad. You hurried to meet him, your little feet scurrying to the fence. You were now facing him, your head tilted up slightly to look him in the eye. They reminded you of a Sunflower field, bold, bright and beautiful; you could get lost in them for hours, you were going to miss that. His head tilted slightly as he pushed his hand through one of the holes in the fence and patting your head; probably sensing your melancholy mood. Clearing your throat you opened your mouth to speak.

“I forgot the cookies today. Sorry,” you stated before looking down at your feet; you couldn’t bear to see sadness form in his eyes. You both couldn’t even eat cookies together for the last time and that was your fault, too. Today was the last day that you were going to be seeing him and you couldn’t even share that together. Your stomach churned at the feeling of disappointment that welled up inside of you. The tears in your eyes already prepared to break through your calm exterior.

“We’ll see each other again though right?” he inquired, his ears sitting flat against his head, his cheerful voice in direct contrast to his saddened appearance; you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms and give him a big hug. But you were separated by the fence, this physical barrier blocking out the emotions that you both had felt. “Yeah...I’ll come back, I promise,” you said while wiping away the tears which had managed to escape from your eyes. “I don’t know when I’ll be back but I will come back okay, um,” you began but he still hadn’t told you his name. “Yunho,” he said, his yellow eyes searching yours for any sigh of deceit. “I’ll wait for you forever okay Y/n, pinky promise,” he said as he held out his pinky finger to you. You couldn’t help but smile at the act, this was the most sacred of promises, but you knew that you’d keep it with all of your heart. You crossed your significantly smaller pinky with his own, promising to return to him someday.

“Oh. I made you something,” you chimed in; just remembering about your friendship bracelets. Pulling away you dig into your bag in search of the yellow sunflower friendship bracelet you had made in class. Finally finding it you pulled it out of your bag and showed it to him. “It’s yellow just like your eyes,” you said with a big smile plastered across your face. His expression changed from one of confusion to pure joy, as his face broke into a bright smile to match yours. Placing your hands through the fence you secured the bracelet to his wrist before placing your blue iris bracelet. “These are a sign of our friendship okay? So no matter how far away we are from each other we will always be bonded by these bracelets,” you explained while looking into his big bright yellow eyes.

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“Is this the last box?” your mom asked as you loaded the moving truck. “Yeah that’s the last of it,” you replied while drying your sweaty palms off on your jeans. She had never understood why you wanted to return to your old home for university. It wasn’t like you had that many memories there anyway, you moved away when you were six. This was your new home, filled with the friends that you had acquired for the past 12 years. And of course, you would miss them but you had all of their numbers and you could drive now, the city is only a few hours away so you knew that you’d see them again. You had to go back, you had made a promise and you were determined to keep it. You wanted to keep it, you wanted to see him again, your first-ever real friend.

A lot has changed in the past 12 years. Hybrids have become more accepted by the overall community, of course, there are people who still hold a negative prejudice towards them but those people are few in numbers and far apart. Even your mother had changed her outlook on hybrids which you were so incredibly grateful for. “I’ll come to visit you when I can okay mom; so try not to get too lonely,” you smiled at her before pulling her into a hug. “The house is gonna be quiet without you Luv,” she replied while hugging you tightly. You said your final goodbyes to your friends before hopping into your car. One of your friend’s parents actually owned the moving company so his brother volunteered to drive the van and help you move-in some of the heavier boxes. You were grateful that he did because the only form of exercise that you partook in was jumping to conclusions; that didn’t grant you with the muscle mass that was required for this job. 

The drive back home, well to your previous home that is, was pretty peaceful. You broke the silence by listening to some of your favourite songs until you arrived.  With the distraction of music, the drive went by incredibly fast. You were now placing all of your boxes into your apartment. There were a lot of boxes; who knew that you had so much stuff, but thankfully you had some help so it didn’t take you too long.

“Thanks for all of the help,” you said, “I don’t think that I could have done all of this without you”.

“It’s cool and good luck at university,” he replied. “Don’t forget to make good choices,” he continued while pointing a joking finger at you. You laughed along with him before waving him goodbye. 

“Now I just have all of these boxes to sort out and I’ll be done,” you thought. Easier said than done. You practically spent the entire day organizing your stuff but at least now you could sleep in tomorrow. School didn’t start for another week, but you had moved in early to make sure that everything was sorted out. At least that was the excuse that you used, in reality, you just wanted some extra time to search for Yunho.

However, that task was easier said than done. You had not even the slightest idea of where to look; you didn’t know his last name, address, phone number, nothing. How on earth were you supposed to find him? Where were you even supposed to start looking? You opted to go to the local university with the hope that maybe he would be a student there but that possibility was highly unlikely. You didn't realize back then but as you grew older you finally understood why Yunho was always in that alleyway, he was abandoned. You were so nieve to the struggles that hybrids had to face on a daily basis. It was extremely difficult to parent hybrids, they had to go to separate schools than others; almost all of the schools were private schools, so if you couldn't afford it your child just wouldn't be educated. This law has since been revoked due to its unfair nature, it made education unreachable for most hybrids who could rarely afford such luxuries. You were just sorry that those changes did not happen earlier, maybe things would have been different.

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Although you had planned to sleep in, your stomach had other plans. Dragging yourself out of bed you went to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal while mentally reminding yourself to go shopping later that day. Most of your morning was occupied by organizing school stuff on your laptop to ensure that everything was finalized. It was now around lunchtime and your stomach once again reminded you that you had not bought any groceries yet. Releasing a loud sigh you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading out the front door. You hopped into your car searching for a grocery store of any kind. The place looked so different from the way that you remembered it, new buildings had replaced the old ones and so many of the places which you had enjoyed going to as a child had been closed down. “I wonder where else has been closed down?” you wondered as you took a left on a rather familiar road.

Looking through your car window you try to spot your old school, remembering the pale green walls and rusty fence which bordered it. Your facial expression sinking as you soon realized that it had gotten closed down. In its wake was a large grocery store and parking lot. You couldn't hide the disappointment on your face as you swung into the parking lot. Although you hadn’t spent very long there it held some of your sweetest memories, your memories with Yunho. Walking into the store you were immediately hit with the savoury smell of freshly baked bread. Grabbing a shopping cart you walked through the aisles collecting everything that you needed which was literally everything because this morning you had dry cereal since you hadn’t even bought milk yet.

You were almost finished with your grocery trip, only needing a few more items. Walking down the last aisle you realized that you didn't have any paper towels. Looking through the aisle you released a loud sigh as you noticed the paper towels on the top shelf. So what, do short people not use paper towels in this town? Standing on the tip of your toes you tried your best to reach them but it was to no avail, your fingertips couldn't even touch the plastic packaging. You tried again jumping slightly in an attempt to at least knock it down but still nothing.

“Do you need some help,” you heard a voice giggle from behind you.

“I don't think that it's good customer service to laugh at your customers,” you chuckled before turning around.

You were immediately greeted by two bright yellow orbs; he was a hybrid. Before you could say anything further he stretched above you, effortlessly retrieving the paper towels for you. You retreated slightly, back hitting the edge of the shelf, you felt shy due to your close proximity. You noticed a sunflower pendant hanging around his neck, the sight of which tugging at some distant memory in your mind.

“One pack of paper towels for the lovely customer,” he spoke, his voice as sweet as honey, warmth dripping off of every word that he said.

“Thank you,” you replied, blushing slightly at his compliment. Taking them from his grasp your fingertips lightly brushing against his ownYour eyes flicked to his chest, expecting to find a name tag, but to your surprise, you found nothing there.

“Yunho,” he said, his words catching you off guard.

“Yunho? It couldn’t possibly be that easy,” you thought, a shocked look covering your face as you stood frozen, staring.

“Did you need anything else Luv?” he inquired, his head tilted to the side as his ears twitched in an inquisitive nature.

How could he stand at what? 6 feet and still look like an absolute baby; a puppy. You shook your head in an attempt to get rid of your initial shock. You smiled brightly at him, your cheeks slightly pained due to the intensity of your smile, you couldn't help it; you had honestly missed him so much. 

“And here I thought that I needed to bring you cookies for you to tell me your name,” you joked, a slight smirk on your face. Now it was time for him to be shocked. You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips, his facial expression was hilarious. Was that what you looked like a few moments ago?

You opened your mouth to speak again but this action became futile as you felt the air burst from your lungs as Yunho engulfed you into a hug. His back slightly hunched as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “Twelve years later and you're still a puppy huh?” you stated while tangling your hands in his hazel brown hair.

“You came back,” you heard him state; his voice sounding slightly broken as his muffled sound reached your ears. “I told you I would,” you replied before pulling away from him, your eyes immediately meeting his. They had somehow seemed to brighten throughout the years, the yellow hue seemed almost blinding.

“People lie. I thought that you were another one,” he confessed, his eyes shooting to the floor, “No one had ever really come back for me.” You couldn’t stop the shattering feeling from flooding your heart, your tightening as you looked at his golden eyes; so bright despite everything that he’d been through.

He didn't deserve that, no one deserved that; being discarded because of something that you couldn't even control. Being deceived as they waited hopefully. What kind of person would allow such a sweet individual to endure so much?  “I came back every day because I didn't know when you'd show up and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I tried to stay as close as I could but sometimes it was really hard. But then when the grocery franchise bought the school I couldn't really show up anymore; the construction workers kept on chasing me out,” he said while scratching the back of his neck, his tail waving frantically behind him.

“I eventually got this job with the hope that I’d be able to see you again but to tell you the truth I didn't expect you to really come back for me,” he continued.

“I missed you,” he said before smiling slightly. How could someone ever leave someone as precious as him? You'd only reunited for what 5 minutes? And you couldn't even think about leaving his side.

“How could I not come back for you? You’re such a good boy,” you said while reaching up to pet his head; heat flooded your face. What were you thinking? What if he didn't like his head being patted? He was a dog hybrid but that didn’t mean that he was a dog. You quickly pulled your hand away before attempting to apologize, but your words stuck in your throat as he gently grasped your hand. Bending slightly and placing it back on his head before looking at you hopefully. He's adorable. He's absolutely precious and you knew that he wasn't a pet but that didn't stop your brain from thinking about how badly you wanted to keep him.

“Yunho I need you to help me stack the shelves on Aisle 9 please,” you heard a voice speak from a few steps away. Looking over you noticed a short black-haired man carrying a box; he was a cat hybrid, the shape of his eyes mimicking that of a cat’s as his tail hung effortlessly behind him. I thought that cats and dogs didn't get along. “I’ll be right there Young-ah,” Yunho replied.

“Okay just hurry up, I’m not missing my lunch break because you decided to flirt with the customers,” he replied; a mischievous smirk on his face. “It’s not like that,” Yunho began as the male began to walk away; from your spot near the shelf you had the perfect view of the blush that ever so slightly crept upon his face, “they’re an old friend”.

“When do you get off work,” you asked.

“Oh..um around 6 I think,” Yunho replied, his voice laced with light uncertainty as he glanced at you. 

“Okay well then I’ll pick you up at 6,” you chimed, “oh and don't have too many snacks. I'll make dinner.”

“How many cookies am I allowed to eat?” he playfully inquired while slowly exiting the aisle. “None! I'm the only one allowed to give you cookies,” you playfully replied while stomping your feet on the ground and crossing your arms. Yunho had said something back but he was too far for you to hear it properly. It was so strange; he was the same boy that you remembered from 12 years ago while simultaneously being someone completely new. You knew one thing for sure; you love that you had for him so many years ago still remained.

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“This tastes amazing Y/n!” Yunho basically yelled from across the table. You were never really one for extravagance nor were you in the habit of keeping up appearances. You had prepared burgers for dinner and by the glistening smile that plastered Yunho’s face that he enjoyed it. “Don't talk with your mouth full Yun, you'll choke,” you scolded him before reaching over to the table to whip the sauce off of the corner of his lip. He may be a dog hybrid but he eats like a pig. “Sorry,” he replied. “What did I just tell you?” you jokily asked. After you both ate Yunho insisted on helping you with the dishes before you both sat on the couch talking about nothing at all really.

“So what has Y/n been up to these days?” Yunho enquired from his spot on the couch; which was basically your lap because that was where he rested his head while you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You responded to his question; telling him about your friends back home, the major you were going to be studying in university and all of the little things you like to do in your free time. 

“My brother goes to that school,” he stated rather consistently. Brother? He has a brother? 

“Oh, I didn't know you had a brother,” you replied to his rather shocking statement.

“Well, he isn't my real brother but that doesn't really matter much. A few years after you left I got caught by the Hybrid Division of Animal Control, that was where his dad found me. They aren't hybrids but you're really great people, he's a few years older than I am so he treats me like a little brother,” he stated, “it’s nice. You should meet him some time”. You hummed at his statement as your hand continued to aimlessly play in his hair. 

You had no idea when you had fallen asleep but you were awakened by the sun shining through your bedroom windows. Releasing a loud groan you mentally punched yourself in the face for forgetting to put up curtains. Rolling out of bed you trudged your way into the living room; only for your eyes to fall on the figure of a rather comfortable sleeping hybrid. It was in moments like these that you could really see his 6-year-old self, he was rolled in a ball, mouth slightly open as he faintly snored. You tried your best to enter the kitchen as quietly as you could but he and his dumb dog hearing still heard you.

“Morning little Iris,” he sleepily said as he rubbed his tired eyes. You couldn't help but smile at his statement; 12 years and he still remembered the flower on your friendship bracelets.

“Good Morning you giant sunflower,” you replied while grabbing the carton of milk from the fridge. 

“Yeah,” he replied while aimlessly playing with the sunflower pendant around his neck; it looked like it was the same one from the bracelet you had made.

“My bracelet fell apart a few years ago. Seonghwa said it was because I never took it off,” he chuckled before continuing, “I was going to make another one but it just never felt the same. Oh umm...Seonghwa is my brother by the way,” he quickly added.

You couldn't help but smile at his words; he had kept it on all this time. Where did this incredible sense of loyalty come from? “Hey Yunho, have you ever gotten tested to find out what type of hybrid you are?” you inquired.

“I’m a dog hybrid...duh,” he stated before laughing at your question.

“I mean what breed of dog Mr Know it All,” you replied while pointing a teasing finger at him.

His face looked slightly confused at your out of the blue question but he replied none the less. “No. My dad said that we didn't need to because he already had a pretty good idea. But he never told me so…” he replied before shrugging and plopping himself back down on the couch.

“Yeah, I can see that happening,” you chimed in while walking towards him to play with the tip of his ears. He welcomed the interaction; pulling you to sit on the couch with him.

“What does that even mean?” he groaned playfully while placing his head on your shoulder. His body basically engulfed your but you didn't mind it at all, you felt safe in his arms.

“Isn't it obvious?” you questioned, but when Yunho simply shook his head against your neck you realized that he was completely oblivious to his breed.

“You're a Golden retriever you dummy,” you continued before giggling slightly as his hot breath fanned your neck.

You stayed like this for a while before you decided that it was about time that you had breakfast; Yunho, however, seemed to have another plan. As you tried to get up he just gripped you tighter, sandwiching you between his body and the arm of your couch. “Yunho I need to eat,” you informed him.

“You can eat later,” he whined into your ear causing goosebumps to awaken across your body. 

“Yunho,” you whimpered as he pulled you even closer to him, your body fully pressed against his own. Your arms subconsciously gripped onto the back of his t-shirt, nails slightly digging into his back. You had only just become aware of how increasingly hot you felt. Was it always that hot in your apartment or was it Yunho? Were hybrids supposed to be that warm? You weren't sure and you would have tried to ask Yunho but he was either not hearing you or completely ignoring you. You tried slightly tugging at his ears but even that seemed useless.

Since playing with his ears haven't worked you opted to target his tail next. What was the harm in that right? Using the limited mobility that you had left you placed your hand at the base of Yunho’s tail before gently tugging at it. Yunho released a muffled moan before an airy whimper, his ears slumped down against his head as he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck. You could feel his plush lips press against your pulse. “Yunho?” you calling to him one more time, your voice quivering slightly. You placed a tentative hand on his head before gently tugging at his hair. That seemed to have done it; Yunho all but flew out of your grasp. His face was flushed, breathing laboured and his pupils dilated; looking into them you could only spot the slightest hint of his yellow eyes. “Are you ok-” you began to ask before he interrupted you. “I forgot that I have an early shift today. But I’ll stop by sometime during the week okay,” he sped through his words before he practically sprinted out of your apartment.

What the hell just happened?

[kyber-crystal]

An Accidental Confession

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Summary: In which you decided to a record a message explaining your feelings for Steve in case you didn't make it out of your mission alive. You don’t have any intention of it actually being heard by him, but you have no other choice to face your fear when it’s accidentally broadcasted across the entire compound.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff haha with hints of a cocky steve hehe.

A/N: Some dialogue credits go to Descendants of the Sun! (yes, this is a oneshot of a scene from it, bc I love that drama with my whole heart) 

Tags: Dedicating this to @sylvie-writes​ because she’s an absolute SWEETHEART. I LOVE YOU BB. go follow her!

"Hey, Y/N, check this out!"

You glanced up from where you were furiously typing away at the computer to see Peter with a wide grin on his face. "Hm?"

"Look what I found! Mr. Stark's old speaker set!" The teenager went around to behind the table and rolled out the speaker in front of you. "It was a bit souped up, but all it really needed was some TLC and here it is, good as new!"

"Found this old thing while he was cleaning up," Tony explained, "you wanna hook your phone up and give it a go?"

"Uh...sure, why not," you shrugged, standing up and pushing your seat in, making your way over to the two of them. You took your phone out of your pocket and plugged it in.

"Check, one, two," Peter spoke into the small microphone. "Check one, two, three. Hey! It's working!"

You couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. "How old is this thing, anyway?"

"Older than me, that's for sure. Now play something!"

"Alright, alright. Let's see..." you scrolled through your playlists until you found the one you wanted, pressing 'play' and putting it on shuffle. "There."

"Fly Me To The Moon! May played it for me all the time when I was little," Peter exclaimed. "She always insisted I educate myself on older music. Now I'm glad she did."

Bucky and Sam stopped screaming at each other as they battled it out in Mario Kart, quieting down and humming to the beat as they held their controllers tightly. Wanda smiled to herself as she stirred the pot of soup on the stove, Bruce on the verge of falling asleep as he sipped his coffee at the kitchen island and read a news article on his phone. The energy within the compound seemed to lighten significantly as Frank Sinatra's soothing voice echoed off the walls.

You went out to the patio to relax, crossing your arms and closing your eyes as the sounds of chirping crickets and music mixed together in one soothing melody, the moonlight reflecting over the water. For a brief moment in time, you were at peace - and you relished in the temporary feeling of serenity. The 'city that never slept' was sleepy, for once. It wasn't all that late, but you were already beginning to succumb to fatigue's temptations.

But then, the song came to an end and switched off to something else.

"Hey, Steve. I hope this message never finds you because if it does...it means I'm most likely dead-" your all-too familiar voice came over the phone, thick with tears as you struggled to contain your sobs. "God, what am I even doing here? I have a gunshot wound that most likely pierced a vital organ so I'm just gonna bleed out here alone- why am I even doing this? I don't even know how much longer it'll be before you arrive with the evac team...so I just want to apologize in advance for not coming back to you like I promised. If I'd known I'd die in a foreign country, I would've lived a more carefree life instead of constantly worrying, like you always told me to just relax sometimes, I'm so, so sorry-"

Your eyes widened in realization and you rushed across the facility as fast as you could possibly go to the labs.

"Leaving words like this before dying is so uncultured- please, Steve...are you on your way? Please tell me you're on your way. If I'm really dying here I don't wanna die alone. Please hurry...I don't think I can last until you get here. Even so, you'll be the first to find me if I die, that is, if my corpse isn't dragged away or some shit like that - God, this hurts- I almost forgot how much it hurt to get shot...damn...I really underestimated the power of a bullet, huh?

Steve's bandaged fists fell to his sides, the punching bag swinging back and forth so wildly that it would've knocked him over if it weren't for his muscular figure. His brow furrowed in concern and he felt a small ache his chest upon hearing your voice crack - you never cried, and even if you did, which was extremely rare, you were good at hiding it from others.

But then a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips - you did ramble sometimes, and he found it rather adorable. It was, in fact, one of the main reasons why he admired you so much.

"FRIDAY? Where's the source of this audio?"

"It's playing from Mr. Stark's speaker in the lab, Captain," the AI responded.

"Thank you."

He unwrapped the tape from around his hands and exited the training facility, going into a light jog as he headed up to the lounge.

"If I knew that I'd die like this, then I would've told you my true feelings. That I'm in love with you and I really wished you'd kissed me when we were watching that movie together- it was Die Hard, wasn't it? I really wished you'd done something. We were sitting so close, and...I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was tempted to just run my hands through your hair and kiss you. And I almost did. I'm so in love with you, hopelessly in love with you...and if there's anything that scares me more than dying alone, it's probably thinking of a way to tell you, and the fear of being rejected by my best friend, my partner in crime-"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You were in love with him? He felt his heartbeat pick up speed at the thought. He always held that small bit of hope in his heart that you'd feel the same way.

Just as Steve arrived at the labs, you came bursting through the doors with a look of sheer panic in your eyes, your face drained of all color. You quickly unplugged your phone from the speaker as he watched on in amusement.

"Want some, Mr. Stark?" Peter offered through a mouthful of popcorn, holding the bag out to his mentor. "Seems like we're in for a treat here."

"Where'd you get these, kid?" Tony questioned as he reached over and popped several kernels into his mouth. "Mm. Caramel, a classic."

"I always keep some with me. Never know when drama will break out."

Steve laughed and shook his head as you quickly turned around on your heel and sprinted out of the room. It was so unlike you to act like this - normally you were rather guarded and stoic. To see you as anything but was not only amusing, but adorable in his eyes - it was one of the many things he loved about you, in fact.

"Music...really changes a lot of things," Peter cleared his throat awkwardly.

The super-soldier cracked a smile. "I seem to be in the center of that change."

He said a few quick goodbyes went to find you, as Peter and Tony continued enjoying their popcorn together.

"Oh my god, I'm so stupid, oh my god, why did I even record that damn message," you muttered, finding yourself going back outside again. You needed to clear your head and get away from Steve. The secondhand embarrassment you just knew was waiting for you was almost too much to even think about - what would he think of you now? What would everyone else think of you?

Steve had beaten you to it and was already out there, leaning against the glass railing  with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing an amused expression on his face.

"Oh my god! You scared me!" your voice heightened to a shriek. "What the hell, Rogers? How are you here? Why are you here?"

"I know you like the back of my hand, sweetheart," he chuckled lightly. "You always come out here whenever you're restless or stressed out. Figured you'd try to flee as soon as you heard," he gestured back inside, "all that."

"That was none of your business!" you squeaked. "It was a private message, not meant for you to actually hear! It wasn't for you!"

"Well, you did announce it, publicly," he defended himself, pushing himself away from the railing and raising his hands in surrender. "And it sounded like it was for me. You said my name."

"It wasn't for you!"

"Then why'd you say Steve?"

"It's a different Steve?"

"A different Steve with a stealth suit, Quinjet, and evac team?"

"Y-yeah! B-but it's really funny. Why are you listening to other people's recordings?'

"Like I said, doll," your face flushed at the nickname, "it was broadcasted publicly. I didn't listen, I heard."

"Because you heard it, you carelessly hear it all the way through?"

He smirked. "You know, you're really cute when you're upset." He smirked, taking several steps towards you. You instinctively stepped back. "But why are you running away? When you were about to die you wanted to confess." With each step he took, you took another backwards. "But since you lived, you changed your mind?"

"Confess? That wasn't a confession. That wasn't me."

"This cell phone is yours," he held up your hand that tightly gripped your phone.

"This isn't a phone- Y/N, what the hell are you saying? Stop talking," you cursed yourself under your breath.

"It's an honor knowing I'm in your will," he said kindly.

"If you know then that's enough," you exhaled, stepping around him to leave. Steve stopped you by placing a hand out in front, before moving it to grip your wrist. You felt your skin heat up rapidly under his touch.

You gasped. "Look! Thor set the toaster on fire!"

"I'm not fooled, sweetheart."

You moved to try and leave again, but he only tightened his grip. "Whether or not it was a confession, I'm going to listen to it, so let's not run away, shall we?"

You were silent for several moments before responding, swallowing hard. "Okay. I got it. I'll answer you so let go of me and let's talk. Really."

"Really, right?"

He obeyed, releasing his hand from your wrist. You quickly moved around him and ran back inside. Steve just laughed to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She finally did it," Sam nodded in approval as he and Bucky finished their Rainbow Road deathmatch. "Good game, man."

"Yeah, good game," they shook hands, "but if I'm being honest...I didn't expect things to go down like that. If anything, Steve seems like he'd be the first to confess. The way they're dancing around each other like oblivious monkeys...damn."

"Couldn't have described it better."

...

You flopped onto your bed, panting heavily as you stared up at the ceiling. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt like passing out. Maybe I'll just die like this and I won't ever have to confess for real, you thought. That sounds much better than death by blood loss from a gunshot wound.

"Hey, darling."

You sat up and let out a short scream as you saw Steve leaning against your doorframe, that damn smirk still on his face. "What the hell? You can't just ambush me like that! How long have you been standing there for?"

"Long enough," he chuckled, sliding his hands in his pockets and stepping inside. This time, you were too lazy to push him away, and just allowed him to sit down next to you at the edge of your bed. Steve propped his hand on his chin as he gazed at you, smiling.

You sighed and let your head fall into your hands. "This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Steve tilted his head in confusion. "How is this my fault?"

"Becau- never mind. I'm busy. I gotta go check up on the new lab I'm working on with Bruce."

You stood up abruptly, but he reached out and grabbed your wrist again. "I'm going to go to the labs, too. He asked me to help with a few things. I think you just found yourself an escort."

"I can go by myself, Rogers. I'm an adult," you gave him a pointed look.

"Ouch. That stung," he pretended to look hurt. "Last name calling? I thought we agreed on sappy pet names. And besides, you know what happened last time you went somewhere alone. You got shot."

"Whatever."

"Hold on," he tugged you back so that you had to sit down again. "Why do you keep running away from me? You confess your feelings in your will and then you run."

"It wasn't my will."

"You said you were scared to die alone."

"It wasn't me. Where is your bout of confidence even coming from?"

"I'm not asking how you feel about me at the moment. Don't feel bad that I found out how you feel about me. Because I'm in love with you too, and nothing can change the fact that I like you even more now."

You swallowed hard.

He smiled again. "And you look beautiful today, doll."

"Stop with the pet names," you mumbled. You couldn't stop the tremor in your tone as you spoke

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Steve brought a hand up to your face, lightly skimming the tip of his thumb across your cheekbone to wipe away the tears that had fallen. "Hey. Tell me what's wrong, darling."

As soon as that last word left his lips, you lost it. A broken sob escaped from your mouth before you broke down, and he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. Sure, he was lightly teasing you - but he didn't intend for his jabs to hurt you in any way. That was the last thing he wanted to do - to see you cry. He hated seeing you cry.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," he whispered, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, rubbing circles onto your back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken the teasing so far. I'm so sorry, Y/N-"

It took nearly twenty minutes for your sniffles to die down and another ten for your crying to stop completely, but he patiently held you until you did. And when it finally stopped, it still took you several moments before you could bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"I look like a mess," you muttered, quickly ducking your head down to wipe at your nose. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this-"

"You look lovely, regardless," Steve murmured, kissing your forehead. "You'll always look beautiful in my eyes."

"You're such a sap," you mumbled, closing your eyes. "I hate you."

"You know you love me, Y/N."

"No I don't."

"That message told me otherwise. You sounded like you were pretty in love, judging by the desperate tone in your voice-"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," he challenged, a smirk appearing on his face.

You huffed and stood up, crossing your arms. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that, Rogers?"

"Watch your language-"

"Make me."

"Using my own words against me, are you?" Steve raised a brow as he stood up as well, walking towards you. You kept walking backwards until you felt your back hit the wall and internally panicked when you realized there was nowhere else to go.

"Shit," you whispered. "I'm not escaping this one, am I?"

"Not a chance," he chuckled wistfully. You felt your heart do somersaults and your stomach twist itself into knots as he met your eyes, a softened look to them that you'd never seen before - what was it? Just a few minutes earlier you'd find yourself squirming beneath his intense gaze but for some reason, you stayed put.

When his lips pressed against yours, you felt a crackle of electricity across your skin and the world fell away. It seemed as if time stopped and held its breath as it watched the two of you, his arm curving around your waist as his free hand rested at the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him. Though you were taken aback by the sudden gesture and terrified you wasted no time in reacting, sinking deeper into the kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips and fireworks exploded inside your chest - if there was a way to describe pure magic, this would definitely be it. And he felt it too - and he swore to himself that he'd never felt a bigger rush of adrenaline before until now.

You looked absolutely stunning to him in that moment as you pulled apart - with your half-closed eyes, reddened cheeks, and swollen lips - his doing, no doubt. Your gaze slipped down to his equally swollen lips and you felt your face flush at the sight. Steve was quick to catch what you were doing and pulled you back in for more.

This time, it wasn't as innocent and quick. It was more needy, passionate - months, no, years of pent-up frustration he didn't even know he had seeping into it. Years of not being able to tell you finally being poured out into one grand gesture - years of finally getting closure because he now knew the girl he'd loved for as long as he could remember felt the same way.

"Oh my fucking shit."

The two of you were practically gasping for air as you broke apart a second time to see a smug-looking Sam.

"You just- I didn't interrupted something between y'all, did I?" Sam cocked a brow. "Looked like you were this close to-"

"No," you exhaled, "we weren't."

"I'm a GENIUS for fixing that speaker! If I hadn't done so you guys never would've gotten together!" Peter squealed as he appeared by the Falcon's side. "I believe a thank you is in order!"

"I hope my timing isn't bad, but I have to ask," Steve cleared his throat and looked you straight in the eye. "that was a confession, right? And you didn't do it just because you felt compelled to. Be honest with me."

You let out a sigh of defeat. "Yeah...it was."

He broke into a gorgeous, million-dollar grin that made you weak at the knees. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours as if he was going to kiss you again - but pulled back, much to your disappointment.

"I guess I'm the victor of this battle, huh," he whispered before releasing his hold on you and walking out, leaving you to stand there utterly shell-shocked and speechless as Peter and Sam began teasing you.