#this moment literally made me laugh out loud so of course I had to gif it

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Can I request a slasher oneshot headcannon with freddy, both leather faces, brahms and Jason were either them or the reader gets drunk (drunk reader for the ones who don't seem like the type to drink) and the sober one tries to hug the drunk one and the drunk one is like "stay away from me b###h I'm in a commented relshinship and they're beautiful" and the sober one knows they're talking about them so they lovingly tuck the drunk one in

Slashers Drunk and In Love Headcanon

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I absolutely love this prompt as well. Something about it is just so heartwarming to write/read! These did get to be a bit long, but I hope you like it either way!

Freddy Krueger

Thank God for Halloween

It was the one night you two could go out together and seem normal to everyone else

There was a horror themed bar in the nearby city that Freddy (of course) chose to go to

So dressed up in your costume with Freddy in his... normal attire, you two went

It was honestly a fun time

Good food, cheap drinks, and loud music

The perfect environment for you two

Although, Freddy seemed to be going a little harder than expected

His excuse being that he "only gets to do this once a year"

So you shrugged it off

As long as he was having a good time, then so were you

He was even able to talk to other people around him, and some of them convinced him to hit the dance floor

He was so drunk at this point that you were worried he wouldn't even make it out of his seat

But he just laughed and ran off with them

You let out a big sigh

After a few minutes of people cheering him on as he writhed around on the sticky floor, you decided that he could use a break from the alcohol

You ordered a water and made your way to him

"Freddy, take this-"

He grabbed it from your hand and began chugging it

His circle of new friends yelling and cheering as he did so

This is how you knew he was truly gone for the night,

But you couldn't help the small smile growing on your face

He seemed happy, and being a dream demon had its benefits

Like no hangovers the next morning

You wiggled your way into the crowd further and wrapped your arm around his waist

But he quickly threw your arm off and looked at you sternly

It was the most sober he seemed in the past 30 minutes

"Don't fucking touch me!" he spat. "I have a hot partner waiting for me at the b-bar," he hiccuped

You couldn't help but laugh at this

You wanted to be mad at his abrasive behavior, but you honestly felt butterflies at his devotion

"Well, your partner is waiting for you in the dream world. They're tired and want to go to bed."

Freddy's head snapped back to you

"Y-you've spoken to (Y/N)?"

You nodded

"Well, shit," he slurred. "Guess it's time."

And suddenly you both were back in his world, his body already tucked into bed

You heard his snores seconds later

"Well, that was easy..."

You gently gave him a kiss on the cheek and tucked yourself in moments later

Thomas Hewitt

For murderous cannibals, the Hewitts knew how to have a good time

They literally made their own alcohol from scratch

And of course, it was stronger than anything you could find in store

You decided to try some at the urgency of the family

Thomas wasn't really much of a drinker usually, but he found himself a little more comfortable since you were with him

You both took a sip of the alcohol together, and you found yourself struggling to keep it down

It burnt like fire

Thomas, however, barely reacted from it

He was a Hewitt after all

"Do you like it?" you asked

He kinda just shrugged and before he knew it, his glass was filled again

He looked at you for a bit, almost like he was asking for permission

You gave him a small smile "This is your family gathering, Thomas. Do whatever you want!"

You could see his eyes crease up a bit as he took a few more slurps

With his lack of tolerance however, it didn't take long for the alcohol to take effect

His body was slightly swaying back and forth, and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes focused on anything

Luda Mae noticed how he was acting and she looked to you

"Why don't ya take him to bed, hun? He could use some rest."

You nodded and helped him out of his seat, making your way to his room

Once he flopped into bed, you leaned down to give him a hug and a kiss like you always did

But you suddenly felt his strong hands against your shoulders

He shook his head back and forth frantically, keeping you away from him

"What's wrong?" you asked

He just pointed to the empty spot next to him in bed, looking back to you and shaking his head some more

It took you a moment to realize what he meant

"Are you waiting for... (Y/N)?" you questioned softly

He nodded

"Ohhhh," you responded, smiling widely. "Well, they're gonna come to bed a little later."

He looked down a bit sadly

"Don't worry, they'll be here once you wake up."

He finally nodded and rolled over, falling asleep quickly

Once you knew he was out, you crawled into bed beside him, still smiling from his loyalty to you

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has seen his family drink plenty of times

But he honestly didn't like how mean and violent it made some of them

Because of this, he didn't have any interest in drinking the odd smelling juice

So after a long evening outside doing "work," he was worried to see you laughing and hiccuping over a deck of cards and the smelly drink

He quietly sat next to you, not sure how you'd react with that stuff in your system

However, you didn't really pay much mind to him as you continued your card game, barely able to grab them without dropping them back onto the table

You mostly seemed fine to Bubba, but he was still worried

He knew that his family always woke up irritable in the morning, and he was worried that would happen to you

After another half hour at the table, he noticed that your eyes seemed heavy and your head kept drooping towards the table

He finally decided that you should probably head to bed

He stood up and went to grab your hand to help you up, only to be met with a small push

"D-don't. I have a boyfriend who I love very much, so I'm not interested."

He cocked his head to the side at this

The rest of his family broke out into a fit of laughter

He hesitantly tried to reach for you again, only to be met with an annoyed look

"Seriously. Bub-Bubba will be here any minute so stop."

He finally understood that you didn't recognize him right now

The funny juice didn't seem to make you angry, just forgetful

Bubba wasn't sure what to do right then

So he ended up sitting back down, a swarm of butterflies in his chest

But after only a few minutes, you were drooling onto the table fast asleep

With you finally resting, Bubba picked you up and took you to the bedroom, tucking you in gently

He couldn't help but go to sleep beside you smiling giddily at your behavior

Brahms Heelshire

After a long process of manipulation, you finally convinced Brahms to help you with chores

The house was quite a mess, and it was certainly too big to clean all by yourself

While in the kitchen, you found a couple bottles of some old wine shoved in the back of a cabinet

"Hey, Brahms!"

After a few moments, you saw his curly mop of hair peak into the kitchen

"Was this your parents?" you asked

He walked closer to you and inspected the bottles, eventually confirming your speculation

"Hmm. Have you had this before?"

He shook his head

"This stuff seems expensive. Would be waste to just throw this out..."

So that's how you two found yourselves sitting in the middle of the living room, passing this wine bottle back and forth

Brahms wasn't sure how to feel about it at first, his only memories of it being the smell from his mother's breath

But now that he was older and he had you, he gave in

And it honestly wasn't too bad

It was similar to what he had in church growing up

So you both continued to take drinks together, only Brahms seemed to be acting especially woozy

He didn't drink regularly, so this was hitting him harder than you had expected

He excused himself to the bathroom and wobbled down the hall, you trying to conceal your giggles

After 20 minutes however, you grew a bit worried and decided to check in on him

You knocked on the door before carefully opening it

"Brahms...?"

When you peaked in, you saw the lanky man sat in front of the toilet, his head resting on his hand

The toilet water was now a murky red color

"Oh, Brahms."

You sat beside him and began rubbing his back

He suddenly jolted up and backed away from you, his body meeting the wall

You looked at him concerned

"Brahms?"

He shook his head

"How did you get here? Where's (Y/N)?" he asked hoarsely

You tilted your head

"It's me. I'm (Y/N)."

"No, (Y/N) is my beautiful partner. Now leave!"

You could tell his patience was wearing thin and you didn't want to be there for his outburst

"O-oh okay, right. Do you want me to get (Y/N) for you?" you asked

He nodded his head and crawled back to the toilet

You left and stood outside the door for a few minutes, not sure if your plan was going to work or not

You walked back inside carefully and found Brahms in the same position you left him

"Brahms? It's me..."

He looked up and wobbled towards you, his body flailing out at your feet

"(Y/N)? My stomach hurts," he groaned

You held in a laugh as you helped him back to his feet

"Let's go to bed. It'll make you feel better."

He simply nodded and shuffled to the bedroom with you, his dopey smile making your heart warm

Jason Voorhees

Jason was always told as a child that alcohol was the Devil's blood and should be avoided at all cost

This made sense to him since all the counselors and stupid teens seemed to be indulging in the beverage whenever he got to them

So he almost found himself in a frenzy when he saw you holding a familiar can in your hand one night

He grabbed the drink from you and threw it outside, its contents spilling into the dirt

"Jason!" you yelled

He just crossed his arms

"It's just a drink, Jason. It's not gonna kill me!'

He tilted his head at you, confused

You stood up and walked to the cooler, opening it up and grabbing a new can

Where did all those come from?

"People drink this stuff all the time," you argued, popping open the tab. "They even have this stuff in church."

Jason uncrossed his arms at this

He thought this stuff was bad

You went back to what you were doing, drinking the beverage and still feeling a bit peeved at the loss of your first drink

Jason almost sat down next to you, but he began to hear rustling outside the cabin, causing him to leave quickly

It took him quite a while to catch everyone since he had a couple runners

But he finally was able to return home

When he walked in, he saw you passed out on the couch, several cans scattered around you

He became worried and rushed to you, shaking you awake

You drearily looked up at him and quickly backed further into the couch

"Leave me alone. My boyfriend will be back any minute!" you slurred

He tilted his head

You began calling his name, making him even more confused

He was right in front of you??

"I hope he comes back soon," you muttered, turning around

Jason stood there for a bit, feeling confused but also a bit warm

The fact that you called out for him in your drunken state made him feel cared for

He lovingly reached down and grabbed a blanket from the arm rest, spreading it out over your form

[moumouton4]

Jealousy, Possession || Izuku Midoriya x reader

A/n : Prompt 27 of the Smutember 2023 ( Okay so this is not as smutty as I would have wanted, but I'm still very sick and I have a LOT of things to do as the mid-terms are coming my way. I hope you'll like it nevertheless. And if you want something with a similar plot, like a jealousy or a possessive character I'll do my best to write it, and make up for this one. As I said it took me a while to write I don't even remeber the beginning 😭 )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, mention erection nothing graphic, sex implied, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1515

No one ever thought he, the kind and caring Izuku could be like that. I mean it was far from the personality everyone attributed to him to have. And since you were the type to be touchy-feely, people guessed it was fine to act the way they wanted with you ( within the boundaries of respect and consent of course )

But with time some people, the one who were closer to you noticed slight changes in his behavior. It started as nothing, like quick glances your way when your friends of the Baku Squad would talk to you, to slowly inching closer to where you guys were standing just to know what you’re talking about and also to be sure no one would get to close

It would have seemed impossible to anyone to think that Izuku was this jealous and possessive of you but it was so easy to be when you spent almost all your day with Bakugo, the one who never fails, the one who can do everything better than him. And let’s not forget Denki, he is just so funny, more than Izuku knew he could ever be. And Eijiro and Sero.

But then again something switched in him when he was seeing Eijiro’s arm around your shoulders, or Denki giving you a piggy-back ride. Even he knew that Katsuki was standing or sitting always closer to you than from anyone else and seriously it made the green haired boy’s blood boil in his veins. Seriously, at some point he just wanted to whisk you away from them and keep you to himself, for fear of you to realize how lame he was compared to them.

One day Sero patted you back in a comforting manner after you got a bad grade and Izuku literally growled lowly as he saw you both getting physically closer. he knew that it was utterly friendly but he couldn’t help it, his hand that had flown to his mouth stayed there as he tried to look away. But after a moment he just couldn’t help it and walked to you. At first he yawned, giving you puppy dog eyes, telling you he was tired - it was 3 pm - and that he wanted you to go take a nap “Excuse me… erm can we like erm step aside ? I feel really tired and I could use a nap” saying this he really hoped you would follow him and at the same time get farther away from Sero, who was quite the charmer when he intended to.

Though you didn’t get this and told him “Oh well go ahead and get some rest. I’ll come check on you later”

He didn’t want you to come later. He wanted you to come now. So he tried again “Y/n don’t you want to come with me now. It’ll be easier for me to rest if I have you close-”

“I promise I won’t be long” you cut him.

“Ughh…” he huffed as he started to get annoyed, his jealousy getting the best of him “You know what” he said sitting down next to you on the couch “I’ll start resting here”

These kinds of feelings were so new for him and he didn’t know how he could handle them without getting no one hurt in the process. His cheeks were lightly rosy due to his feelings and the shyness he had to suppress to speak out loud in front of your friend. He tried so hard to close his eyes and actually do as if he was really tired and trying to rest but he just couldn’t. Not when he was so close to you, not when you were laughing so hard at his jokes and not when Bakugo was making his way down the corridor towards you.

The blond haired boy didn’t do anything different in comparison to what he would have done any other day. He walked in his typical way, exhaled dramatically the way he always does and gave you and Sero a quick nod to greet you. But it seemed to be enough for Izuku to suddenly stand up and get a hold of your arm.

He really tried to stay calm, breathing slowly, reminding himself that you choose him and him only. But somehow he couldn’t help but think that if you wanted to leave him for a better man you would. Looking into his eyes you could see through his green orbs the fire that burned behind. He gently tugged at your arm / shirt, he needed to go now. He knew it wasn’t right of him to ask you this because you too deserved to spend time with your friends. But currently he couldn’t think of anything else than having you just for himself.

You quickly understood ( I mean it was about time 😂 ) that now was the moment for him to leave this place before his jealousy gets overboard but it was without counting on Katsuki’s temper “Why are you leaving so soon dumbass ? It’s Friday afternoon”

“YEAH !” screamed Denki who was just arriving with Eijiro and Mina “We’re going to celebrate the week-end with some drinks and good music”

As you were about to gently make your way out of this discussion, Izuku who was at your side still holding onto you pulled you against him as he said “Thank you but no” and with that he walked off, dragging you with him in the process. Needless to say that everyone - even you - were flabbergasted to have attended such a situation. And maybe even more stunned by the fact that it was Izuku they had just seen acting on a jealous impulse.

“Am I the only one who saw that or- OUCH ! Don’t hit me like this”

“Shut up Dunce Face ! I already don’t like this-”

“Come on Bakugo you can’t be even impermeable to the power of love-”

“Don’t cut me off when I’m speaking Shitty Hair !” the blond roared, he had known you for years and he didn't like how Izuku whisked you out of the room, even if it was easy to see that you weren’t really struggling against it. It was also very strange and unhabitual for him to see Midoriya act so… dominant with someone else. He knew he had to address the matter with you in a way or another but he had to find a clever way to do it. The redhead at his right did his best to help him understand that it was in human nature to feel self-conscious sometimes and that it could create jealousy. Something Izuku, like everyone, could be a subject too.

Meanwhile, Izuku was fuming from the inside as he walked you both to his dorm. He was so angry at himself for having let his feelings get the best of him though he just couldn’t help but feeling extremely possessive of you at the moment. As you sat down on his bed he sat next to you and cuddled up against your side as you both lied down. He nuzzled against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in of your parfum. It helped him calm down, but he still felt very clingy “Mine” he muttered “Only mine”

His cheeks were still growing very red as his brain registered the words that just escaped his mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing that made the heat run through his body. He felt very warm inside, he felt like he needed to assert what he had just said. He wanted to make you his, fully, in every possible way. And you could actually feel his needs throbbing against you and you knew you too were going to need him soon.

When you looked up at him, you found that he was already looking at you with intensity, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Unable to muster the words you just leaned in, selling your shared passion and promise for what was to come with a long kiss - that was pretty much awaited on your boyfriend’s side.

Let’s say that from there, even if he wasn’t one to talk a lot, he was one to act and so he did, all night, as he filled you with everything you needed to make your eyes roll in the back of your head, but also with every ounce of his love for you. Making you his over and over again until his brain couldn't trick him into thinking otherwise anymore.

Your body arched and writhed relentlessly under his assaults. He didn’t relent at any point wanting to prove himself to you over and over again. He was the one making you feel like this, not Denki, not Sero and not Bakugo.

Denki almost came back in the evening to ask you guys to come and enjoy the little party they decided to throw that night. Fortunately Eijiro prevented him from walking on your entangled and sweaty limbs as Izuku mated you. Denki would have been choked for life and Izuku would have never left his dorm anymore.

[miladysproblems]

'Beautiful'

Summary: Neteyam takes you to see his Ikran for the first time and while you admire the ikran, he admires you instead.

Pair: Neteyam x Omiticayan reader

Warnings: fluff, pure fluff.

You laughed as Neteyam held your hand and ran through the forest pulling you alongside, his tail wagging cutely showed that he was quite excited to show you his Ikran for the first time.

Neteyam came to a stop and looked back as you still laughed but panted slightly at the long run. Neteyam stared at you mesmerizingly. It was a wonder how much of a effect you had on him. How in mere seconds your laugh could make his heart flutter.

Your eyes raised up as to ask why he suddenly was staring at you.

"You're just so pretty." Neteyam grabbed your by the waist pulling you closer to him and staring right into your doe-like eyes.

You blushed at his comment adoringly and it just made neteyam want to hug you tightly and never let go.

Suddenly a a loud animal-like roar broke your moment. You gasped at how beautiful the creature was.

"Mawey. Mawey." Neteyam muttered some more sweet nothings to his Ikran to calm him. He softly glided his hand over the creature's neck up and down.

Neteyam looked so attractive calming the ikran, this wasn't something to find someone attractive over but neteyam always had the ability to make you drool over him. You looked at the ikran instead to distract you from your languid thoughts.

"Youre Ikran is very beautiful." You looked at his Ikran mesmerizingly, avoiding her eyes as per Neteyam's warning you looked at her beautiful features.

"Yes, she is" Neteyam mumbled but it was loud enough to understand what he said.

You could feel his intense gaze on you and something told you he wasn't talking about his Ikran. You tried to stop yourself from grinning like a fool.

You looked up at him to see his doe-like eyes staring right at you. He didn't even try to pretend that he wasn't staring and instead brought your hand to his lips, holding his gaze at you and held it there for a little while and let you hand down but he didn't let go of it. Your knees got weak because of his antics. God dammit he was too good. But that didn't mean you couldn't get back at him.

"Are you calling me an Ikran?" You asked him teasingly, placing your hands at you hips, playfully glaring at him. Poor Neteyam thought he actually upsetted you. You continued to watch him comically widen his innocent eyes at you. You tried your best not let out a laugh.

"I- what- i was-"

You let out a full blown laugh. You couldn't hold it anymore, catching him stuttering and making a mess of himself was too amusing and adorable.

His eyes narrowed at you, taking in the fact that you tricked him and you were enjoying this more that you should.

Oh Eywa, was he right. You were enjoying this.

You turned to move ahead of him still laughing when you suddenly tripped on a foot. A large hand came to the rescue and pulled you back. You gasped at the sudden action and landed right onto his strong chest.

You looked at him staring at him adoringly with his eyes expressing victory as his hands wrapped around your waist.

He smirked at you and pulled you closer, your breath hitched when his strong scent hit you. You wanted to slap him for literally almost pushing you from a cliff and kiss him for being so adorable. You were convinced he made you bipolar.

His forehead touched yours,and the both of you let out a laugh at each other's childish antics.

"You skwxxg." You said with the uttermost gentleness in your voice that it barely sounded like an insult. You closed your eyes, just feeling this moment. You leaned near him, his lips touching yours when the creature let out another roar.

"Looks like someone is jealous." You replied heartily as Neteyam playfully laughed at his Ikran. He ran his hand up and down the Ikran's neck to soothe his jealousy.

"Do you want to go on a ride?" Neteyam asked still holding you close despite the Ikran's whines.

"Of course" You commented sweetly, kissing him on his cheek which made him beam like a little kid. You could even see his tail wag a little. You chuckles at his cuteness. Eywa, he was so adorable.

[just-another-star-47]

🌶 NSFW 🌶

Disclaimer: Please be aware that the following story is fiction and a fantasy and written with the mindset, that Sebastian could never do anything that MC truly dislikes. Scenes like that need communication and clear boundaries in real life, so please reflect on the things you read.

Because I never hated you

90s AU

"Sebastian?"

"Hm?"

They were still lying in bed, their sweaty bodies slowly cooling down but still tightly entwined. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air, even though Sebastian had swapped his cigarette for a book a while ago. As his eyes flitted over the lines, his fingers buried themselves in her hair and gently massaged her scalp.

"How come...?" she bit her lip and ran her fingertips restlessly over his chest, "...how come you're so good?"

The last words were mumbled and with a raised eyebrow, Sebastian turned his eyes away from the book and towards her.

"Good at what?"

Her unpleasantly touched sigh and the way she avoided looking at him finally helped him draw the right conclusions.

"Oh..." he carefully let her slide from his chest back onto the sheet as he leant over her, "so I'm good in bed, am I?"

His self-satisfied grin made her roll her eyes, "Forget it."

"How could I?" he chuckled softly and lowered his lips to the shell of her ear, nibbling it tenderly, "to be honest, I'd even like to hear it again."

"Certainly not," her reply sounded only half as resolute as she had planned as his lips slid down her neck, raising goosebumps.

"To be honest, I've read a lot," he finally answered her question, running his fingertips over her.

"Anatomy of the human body..." his fingers circled her nipple, "and definitely more explicit reading."

With a low hum, his mouth closed around the part of her body he had just stimulated, sucking on it playfully. He enjoyed the way her back instantly arched, her body eager for more touches.

"Besides, you're making it pretty easy for me, kitten."

Grinning, he watched her expression, the look in her eyes that literally begged for more.

"So... No extensive experimenting?"

Even though her voice was laced with lust, he could hear the slight note of uncertainty and his brow furrowed.

After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head: "No. It takes more than an attractive body and a little charm to get me to... experiment."

Running a hand through his hair, he sat up and regarded her, holding her gaze with gentle eyes before his usual mischievous grin creeped back onto his face.

"For example, a cheeky brat who drives me nuts and is only quiet when her body is busy digesting what I serve her."

"I didn't do anything!" she grumbled, wincing as Sebastian leant down and bit into her inner thigh.

"Only because you're still out of breath, baby," he laughed to himself.

"My kitten is just too tired to show her claws."

As she grumbled in frustration, Sebastian dropped beside her, supporting his head with one hand while the other ran over her body again.

"Sometimes I wonder how far you'd go for me, despite your cheekiness."

His eyes, sparkling with excitement, found hers, holding her captive until the moment his thumb stroked her clit and she closed them in delight.

"That's my girl," he whispered in her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he watched her body tremble with satisfaction.

"Perhaps now is the time to apply some more of my knowledge."

He shifted his weight, letting the fingers of one hand enter her and massage her most sensitive areas, while the fingers of the other gently stroked her throat.

"What do you think, doll? Shall we go a little further?"

Unable to answer, a loud moan escaped her throat, her hips thrusting against his hand as he increased the intensity and speed of his movements.

"Let's take that as a yes, huh?"

With a surprised gasp, she opened her eyes as his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed lightly. She felt her heart hammering in her chest as a hot shiver coursed through her body as she pleaded with her eyes for more.

"Fuck yes, I knew it. That's my girl. My beautiful, good girl."

His fingers pressed into her neck, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain and leaving her strangely suspended as she experienced the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a storm surge.

Dazed, she felt the pressure release moments after, and he pulled her towards him, one of her legs on his shoulder as he fused their two bodies together.

She could do nothing more than react, her body tired yet tense to the extreme, wave after wave crashing over her.

"I love it, when you're loud like that, baby..." Sebastian murmured with a grin, his thrusts intensifying, his hand cupping her chin to get a better look at her face, drawn with delight.

Her nails left a pattern of red marks on his back as he bent lower over her, her body intuitively submitting to his rhythm. Whimpering, she staggered towards her orgasm, the sign for Sebastian to put his hand around her neck again and squeeze.

"Yes, come for me, baby. Let me see how you fall apart with my hand wrapped around your pretty neck like this..."

His voice was rough and almost breathless, his gaze fixed on her face as he kept his rhythm and himself together.

Only moments later, her body jerked, filled with euphoria that was indescribable in its intensity.

"Fuck, you look so damn beautiful like that..." Sebastian's voice broke, unable to hold back any longer, "... fuck... yes."

They lay on top of each other, panting, his cum trickling down her inner thigh as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

"Come here, sweet girl."

Still dizzy, she snuggled against him, feeling his fingers along her spine before tracing circles over her back.

"You liked that, don't you?"

With a faint nod, she let out a sigh, her body still vibrating from all the emotions.

"Yes. I should probably have a look at the books you're reading, though..."

With a warm laugh, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against the marks his fingers had left on her neck.

"I'd be more than happy to show you."

All snippets can be found here.

What have I done, what have I done..🙈

[cultofdixon]

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Daryl Dixon x Reader x Rosita Espinosa • She/Her Pronouns • They’re best friends…and you are theirs. • NSFW - Oral (F Receiving) / Hickeys / Biting / Face Riding / Missionary / Grinding / Fingering • TW: Canon Violence Mentioned / Injuries / Scars

Requested by: Anon

It was nice…

No longer having to worry about Negan and the Saviors. The group along with the many communities they’ve become close with through the troubling times can finally thrive and work together. To make everyone feel safe…

Daryl couldn’t help the smile that would grace his face as he finally felt a moment’s peace. Especially with the help of his human ray of sunshine. She was perfect. Didn’t push him to his breaking point, but still never left when they both knew deep down he needed her. She’d always patch him up after their more hairy runs with walkers. Lay with him and listen to every word that comes out of him with this loving and invested gaze that draws him in. She’ll look at him the same even when no words leaves his lips. She made him feel so cared for during all the chaos, even before and after. She was there.

His sunshine was perfect

But he wasn’t the only one to have a special someone.

Rosita has her querida, her love. She never thought she could love anyone after Abraham or as much as she did before he ruined it. Then came this woman that has been in her life for some time and shook her. Showing her that she can love with reasonable hesitation and that she would never hurt her the way the past did. Her smile always brightened the room and she knew just the right words to get a laugh out of her. The way she held Rosita close at night, running her fingers through her hair calming every nerve from the day just by protectively holding her close.

Her querida was everything.

….

But everyone knew their partners as Y/F/N Y/L/N. A literal human ray of sunshine and always knowing the right words to say to anybody. She is the most optimistic person you’ll ever meet, and the realist. Even happy people have bad days and she’s not afraid to express how she’s feeling.

Everyone knew Daryl, Y/N, and Rosita were this unspoken trio that went on runs together and got shit done faster since they work the best together. Little did everyone else know that Y/N was seeing the both of them, romantically.

It wasn’t kept from either of them. No offense to the archer and the warrior but they can be jealous of things important to them. While Y/N was more of “who could only love one person” type without all the mess that can be a misconception or fact for some people of said type.

When they had gotten used to it, Daryl had said out loud once during their run that if he had to share Y/N with, he wouldn’t want anybody else other than Rosita. And she couldn’t agree more. They each have their boundaries and all live in the same house at Alexandria, with their own rooms. Some nights Y/N will be with Rosita, other nights with Daryl, and sometimes she’s by herself. There will always be time for alone time. Again, no one really knows even if Y/N is an open affectionate person while Daryl is not and Rosita prefers privacy…but if someone had to bring it up, it wouldn’t be addressed with hostility.

Love whoever the fuck you want (within reason of course)

Packing has always been stressful. The old world made it a hundred times worse but in the apocalypse, one has to make sure they’ve got everything. Flashlight, knife, first aid, canteen…depends on the trip one would go on. In this case, Y/N was packing to head over to the Sanctuary and at a very late hour so that she’d have the morning with Daryl before she helps around then ultimately head back to Alexandria.

“Hey, mi amor” Rosita smiles leaning against the door frame as Y/N shot her a smile while she finished up. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you over there? I don’t mind one bit”

“I know you don’t. But you promised Rick you’d join him on the early run tomorrow morning. You need your sleep”

“Always so worried about lil ol me” Rosita laughs bringing herself into the room, wrapping her arms around her waist bringing her close. “I just want you to take the truck and not your bike. You’re not the smoothest biker”

Y/N tried to contain her laugh to an insult directed toward her as she turned around to hold her girl close.

“I’ll be safe. And if I eat shit, we both know Daryl will find me in minutes”

“I sure hope so or I’m going to have to kick his ass” Rosita smirks as the look on her face told Y/N for sure that she wasn’t lying. She will kill the man if shit happens.

With a quick kiss from her querida, Rosita let her finally leave before the light in the sky completely went out. Y/N started up her bike with her pack on her back as she had a helmet to ease both their anxieties. She gave her a quick sign of ‘I love you’ before heading through the gates once Eugene opened them for her.

The ride to the Sanctuary felt faster now compared to times before. Probably because they had to take the longer route to go unnoticed. Now it’s slowly becoming a community with Daryl’s help, which was a whole can of worms when he first told Y/N about it. The man would do anything for his brother, even risk his PTSD.

Daryl heard the knock on his door while he was drawing out farming plans for the Sanctuary. He waited a moment until he heard the familiar rhythmic knock that was a code for the two when they used to sneak around during the time they lived under the Grimes’s roof. He got up from his seat and went to open the door, instantly smiling to find his partner as she returned with her radiant smile.

“Hey sunshine” He continued to bear his smile letting Y/N in and closing the door behind her when his smile faded noticing the bit of a limp. “Did yea take another spill?”

“What? No!” Y/N lied setting her helmet down on the counter of the kitchenette along with her pack.

“Then why are yea wearing fresh pants?” Daryl crosses his arms leaning against the door waiting for her to admit it herself as all he received was a scoff to begin with.

She next went into her pack pulling out the torn jeans as she didn’t see the pothole on the way in and only ended up with road rash. Thankfully. Daryl helped her out of the pants she was wearing to cover up the fact as he went slow to avoid the open wound already sticking to the pants to cause more discomfort. As Y/N situated herself on the bed, Daryl tossed her pants on his chair before getting his first aid and cleaning it up then applying a bandage.

“Gotta get yea a new bike. Or force yea to take a car next time”

“Not my fault the pothole tends to win every fight”

“Mm. Can’t argue with that” Daryl finishes with the bandages and putting everything away. “She’s gonna kill yea”

“Mm. But if I tell her that you’re not as mad, she’ll direct her anger toward you” Y/N smiles as she brought her knees to her chest watching him roll his eyes fighting back a small smile. “Can I take the truck back?”

“Please, do.” Daryl exhaled a lot of the stress that built up from such, bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed as Y/N uncurls herself to crawl on her knees to bring her beside him. “I’m glad you’re here though”

“You should come home soon. I’m slowly but getting there with my convincing to Rick. There are some trustworthy people here that could watch the place”

“Or get rid of it entirely” He frowns bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she instantly kisses the top of his head.

The two went to bed shortly after getting ready for such and making sure she was settled as Daryl found himself comfortably laying on Y/N with his head on her chest after. He hums softly feeling her fingers run through his hair enjoying the feeling. He could lay there for hours and he did until he naturally shifted to be beside Y/N, bringing her into his embrace holding her protectively.

The Sanctuary didn’t get much natural light in their rooms as they were like solitary confinement. But the rooms still had that basement size window that gave just enough natural light to fill the room.

Y/N felt the warmth from the light hit her face but there was more happening as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. A breathy choked off moan escaped her lips feeling his nose brush against her clit while his tongue lapped at her sweetness between her folds. Guess he had other plans in mind this morning. She felt her core build up as she instinctively bucked against his face when she felt the cord snap.

“Fuck…” Y/N moans, getting comfortable once again in the bed as Daryl brought himself out from under the covers releasing her panties back into place after pulling them aside just enough to enjoy his “breakfast”. “That better not be it, my love”

“Mmm…‘course not, sunshine” He smirks bringing his lips to hers as she could taste herself on his lips letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth while his hands worked to completely remove her panties.

Once he did such, Daryl positioned himself in between her legs as he only parted from kissing her to catch his breath. Y/N brought her legs around him pulling him into her core as he got the hint starting to grind into her while he attached his lips to her neck.

“Dar…please” Y/N moans feeling the cord tighten as she wanted more than just the friction with his boxers.

“So polite” Daryl chuckles against her neck sucking on the spot to leave a hickey. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want, sunshine”

“God!” She moans feeling his dominant hand squeeze her breast through her shirt. “Please. For the love of god, fuck me!”

Daryl chuckles once more, pulling his lips away from her skin admiring the mark. “Okay sunshine. Rid yourself of your shirt while I get a condom” he pulls away entirely getting out of the bed, taking his boxers off as Y/N got a bit distracted staring at his naked form…tracing his image with her eyes admiring every scar and freckle she could see.

As Y/N started to get her shirt off, Daryl climbed back into the bed pulling her by the legs the second she got her shirt off…her core instantly meeting his dick as she lays back watching him align himself at her entrance glancing up at her every inch he pushes in.

“Fuck me…” Y/N moans hitting her head back against the pillow as Daryl smirks bringing his arms on both sides of her head reconnecting their lips while he started a slow pace.

As he gradually got faster with his thrust, he couldn’t help his own moans from escaping…especially when he hit the right spot that practically got Y/N screaming when his lips weren’t on hers. She held onto his shoulders being carefully not to dig her nails in, not like he’d mind. But as she felt the cord tighten again and Daryl felt her walls clench around him, they were both close.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Daryl groans, picking up the pace and going a bit rougher the closer he got.

“Daryl. Please. Fuck!” She moans feeling him slam into her as she gripped onto his shoulder blades when the cord snapped and her walls clenched tightly around him.

That drew a low moan from his chest as he reached his climax spilling his seed into the condom. He lays on top of her a moment to catch his breath while Y/N didn’t mind him laying on her as she gently caresses his back listening to him sigh contently.

“Should we get started with the day or…?”

“Mmm it can wait a few minutes”

More like an hour. The two took a shower to clean up before getting started with the farming plots Daryl drew up. Y/N took one of his shirts hostage and let him re-bandage her leg before going to get some ex-Saviors to help.

Once the day was finished, Y/N tossed her pack in the bed of the truck before approaching Daryl with a smile and kissing him goodbye. But he held her close for a little while longer.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, or imma have to come back”

“Maybe I want you back”

“Soon, sunshine” Daryl smiles giving her one more kiss. “Soon”

And with that Y/N made her way back to Alexandria, waving at Gabriel when he opened the gate for her. She parked in front of the house and was instantly met with Rosita’s warm embrace. Y/N tightened her arms around her hiding her face in the crook of her neck as Rosita rubs circles on her back.

“He knows mi amor. I know he does” Rosita frowns wishing Daryl would get the hint that her visiting him at the Sanctuary was a bit triggering. Given what they both been through during the war. Then there’s Rick who made the mistake of having him watch the place. “Come on, I can cheer you up”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N parts from her, her smile returning as it brought warmth to Rosita’s heart as she couldn’t help but kiss her partner before leading her inside.

While Y/N went to put her things away and get undressed, right before she got into something more comfortable Rosita approached her from behind wrapping her arms around her naked form pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“How about we take a shower? We’ve both worked hard today…a nice hot shower sounds nice right about now”

“The only hot thing about such is going to be us. When’s the last time we had hot water?”

“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure. But you’re very right about the hot thing” Rosita smirks kissing her shoulder then her neck while moving her hair aside to continue kissing her exposed skin. “I’m all ready for you, sweetheart”

“Hmm…that shower will have to wait” Y/N sighs relaxing against her touch as her hands moved from her hips to her breasts gently groping form behind until she wanted to see all of her. Making Rosita suddenly spin Y/N and shoving her onto the bed. “Eager aren’t we, my love?”

“I missed you”

“I’m right here, Rose” Y/N quickly sat up taking her face into her hands crashing her lips onto hers as Rosita pulls her to the edge of the bed by the hips keeping her hands there. The two continued to make out then and there until Y/N parted smirking at her love. “Sit on my face”

“You have a way with your words” Rosita laughs gripping her hips softly as Y/N rolls her eyes keeping her smirk.

“I’m forward is what you’re looking for and I know what I’m craving” Y/N smirks kissing her once more before laying back and bringing her entire self on the bed waiting for Rosita to eventually climb on top of her. “I don’t bite”

“I know that” She scoffs followed by a smile. “I don’t want to crush you”

“Oh trust me, that’s a hell of a way to die” Y/N smirks as Rosita smacks her shoulder. “But I promise I’ll tap out if I get too high on your body. Trust me though, I can never get enough of your gorgeous self”

Rosita felt the heat rise in her cheeks but a cute little touch was the blush that met her shoulders that Y/N could never get enough of when she gets her blushing. Rosita carefully positioned herself above Y/N’s face as she wanted to go slow lowering herself but when she felt her partner’s hands find purchase on her hips…she’s getting pulled down.

The initial contact caused a gasp to escape her but it quickly turned into a moan once Y/N brought her tongue through her folds. She was slow at first with her tongue as her nose occasionally brushes her clit. With the way they were in the bed, Rosita couldn’t hold onto the headboard but she did lean forward against the wall. The side of her bed was up against the wall in the corner. So as she leaned forward she felt Y/N’s hands grip onto her hips to keep her in place but scooted down a bit so that she could continue to eat her out and start her licking and sucking on her clit. Rosita bites down on her lip to contain the moans escaping her, ultimately failing when she felt her release one of her hands bringing her index and middle to start fingering her while sucking on her clit. The cord was tightening and she tried to keep herself from climaxing too quickly but the way her slender fingers brushed against that spot made it difficult to keep it together.

When Rosita felt Y/N tap her, she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her when she didn’t reach that snap. But she was immediately tossed onto the bed and Y/N brought herself back in between her legs looking at her woman with a smile on her face before bringing herself back down to her core and returning her lips to her core.

“Oh fuck!” Rosita moans arching her back feeling one of her hands reach up to grope her breast as the other started to finger her again.

The way her fingers thrust at the same pace she lapped at her clit, the cord snapped and boy did it. Rosita gripped onto the bedsheets arching her back moaning louder than before as she reached climaxed. Her back falls back onto the bed as she panted watching through hooded lids, Y/N pull her face away sucking her sweetness off her fingers and brushing what’s wet on her lips on the back of her hand.

“Holy shit…”

“Felt good, baby?”

“Always” Rosita exhales happily as Y/N brought herself leaning over her body pressing her lips against her lips. “Fuck…how could yea tire me out before I could do anything?”

“I wanted to take care of my girl, and I ain’t done. Imma start a bath for you and of course I’ll join you” She smiles kissing her once more before climbing out of the bed as Rosita watched her naked form approach the bathroom.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Don’t know, but I’m glad I have you”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey...if requests are still open...can we have a Morpheus x Reader where one of them is a single parent and they catch the other being good to their kid and find themselves falling in love? (no smut please). Thanks!

Prince Of Stories

Dream of the Endless x Reader (but its honestly mostly Dream & Reader's child)

Summary: Your head was hurting and so Dream took it upon himself to care for your child instead.

Word Count: >500

Warnings: fem!reader, single mom!reader, girl dad energy!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: im luv papa bear!dream T_T he has a special place in my heart. i hope you like it nonnie<3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

Dream came to you just when you dozed off. The room was quiet, save for the sounds of Imena talking to herself as she made a tale about the dolls sprawled before her.

Upon seeing Dream, the little girl perked and squealed, running up to him.

Dream crouched down and chuckled softly as he took his beloved's daughter into his arms. He shushed her, telling her they should not wake mommy. She readily agreed, pressing a finger to her lips.

Imena nuzzled against him tightly, telling him that she very much enjoyed the game they played in her dreams last time.

Dream pulled back to look at her and smiled, promising next time they will have much more fun.

He shushes Imena when she squeals in excitement again. She wrangles out of his arms, babbling about her toys and how she must introduce Dream to them.

Dream props her down as she rushes to her dollies.

He smiles to himself when he hears the echo of your dreams, dreams of your daughter, dreams of your future, dreams of him. He walks in front of the couch you were laid on, fixing you in your spot with a pillow and a blanket.

Imena pulls at Dream's coat, urging him to sit down on the mat with her. Upon doing so, she begins to introduce all three of her dolls to him. They were Apple, Coat, and Dream.

Dream smiles and asks if the pink doll was named after him. Imena wholeheartedly disagrees.

Dream laughs as Imena makes a spot for herself on his lap, pulling her dolls with her, "can you tell me a story, dada?"

A moment passes.

Imena waits.

Dada?

Did she just call me dada?

Imena looks up at him, wide eyes, wondering why the story was taking so long. She raises her dolls in hopes it would help clarify, "with my dolls, please?"

Dream's blue eyes are glassy and his chest his tight with emotions he could not put into words.

Imena blinks slowly, wondering what her mistake was. She tries, "pretty please?"

Dreams breath hitches and quickly replies, "of course. Of course, my love."

And so Dream makes what perhaps was the greatest story ever told and ever will told in the history of stories. He brings the dolls to life, literally,and they prance before father and daughter, as the minutes went by.

You had woken up somewhere in the middle of all of it, concerned at first by the loudness of your daughter's exclaims, but then you felt a swell of joy in your heart when you what had prompted it. You saw your two favorite people bond with each other and it was truly a sight to behold.

You scratched away the happy tears in your eyes before they could fall.

Dream was genuinely shocked to find you were awake when he finished his story, as he was so caught up in telling it, he did not even feel you exit his realm.

"Did you have a good sleep, my love?" Dream reaches out to you as he cradles the child whose excitement quickly reclined into tiredness after the story.

You nod at him, lips curved into a fond smile. You rub Imena's back, after taking Dream's hand and moving in for an embrace. You press a kiss on his jaw, "not as good as her sleep will be after that story though."

[rebelliousstories]

Pine Cone

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,336

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Jake rdecides that he is going to show his girlfriend the lovely Seresin family holiday tradition of making a pine bonfire in the backyard.

You would think for a southern state, Texas does not get cold during winter, but you would be wrong. No, they do not have blankets of snow, but it is still cold. And there are many different ways of keeping warm on those cold nights. You could bundle up or stay indoors, but not the Seresin family. They had a rather enjoyable family tradition.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this. We’ve been doing this since we were kids, babe!” Jake exclaimed as he drove his truck down the gravel road to his family home. The woman in his passenger seat giggled as she watched her boyfriend get excited about visiting his family for the holidays. Getting the leave from the navy to do this was difficult enough, coupled with the fact that they had several wrecks and events that prolonged the already long drive from California to Texas, she was just glad to see the house in view finally.

“You really think they’ll like me?” She wondered, eyes fixated down onto her hands that were fidgeting. Once they were parked, Jake turned in his seat to grab his lover’s hands. He forced her to look in his eyes instead of away, and held her.

“Of course. I especially know my mom will love you. You have nothing to worry about. And if anyone says anything to you about it, just let me know. We can leave anytime you want.” His words were so sincere that she had no other choice than to believe him. She leaned over and pecked him gently on the lips, which made him smile. However, he chased after and pressed a longer kiss to her. She could not contain her giggles as they sat there for several moments. Jake pressed his forehead against her own.

“Ready?” He whispered, closing his eyes and enjoying his time alone with his lover.

“Ready.” She confirmed, allowing her eyes to close as well. After a moment more, the couple made their way out of the truck that was parked in the gravel by the side of the house, and up to the front door. Jake grabbed her hand in his, and knocked with is free hand. A set of loud howls sounded shortly after the knocks, and that was the last warning before chaos ensued. Once that door opened, two large dogs bolted out of the home, and jumped straight onto Jake. He let go at the last minute to catch them, making sure that his girlfriend did not also fall over by the weight of the hounds.

A coonhound and border collie sat their wagging their tales over the body of her lover, licking and jumping over him in pure excitement. Hangman kept laughing and petting the dogs as he allowed them to get their excited energy out. As soon as the dogs eased up though, the man was still not safe. Several small children crashed into him as he tried to stand back up. However, unlike the dogs, he simply picked up as many of them as he could before walking into the home where his family was.

“We’re here!” He called out, dropping the children safely on the ground. They all ran to do something else expect for one little boy who just wanted to stay near Jake the entire time. Said man was met with lots of hello’s and people coming up to wrap him in hugs. Hangman turned around with his nephew on his back and beckoned his lover over.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend.” His introduction prompted everyone to turn their attentions to her instead. She was greeted with open arms, literally. Everyone took the time to learn her name, and provide her with theirs, and genuinely seemed to take interest in her. Slowly, but surely, her anxiety dissipated from her thoughts until she was genuinely comfortable with everyone there. Food was passed around and stories were shared. No one made any out of line comments or made her feel unwelcome; she did not know what she was afraid of in the first place.

It all passed so fast for her, that before she knew it, she was tucked into Jake’s side on the couch nursing a drink in her hand. With her lover next to her, she fell into conversations easily with those around her. And even though she was still wearing her jacket and shoes, the cold slipped in between the layers of fabric. Jake noticed and tried his best to keep her warm, but it was just one of those nights. Those kinds of nights where cold seeps into your bones and will not leave. It seemed that a lot of the other people around were trying desperately to stay warm, but failing too.

“Momma, I think it’s time.” Jake called out as his mom tried to stoke the fire bigger. She sighed, and relented, knowing he was right. But the girl tucked into Hangman’s side was utterly confused.

“What’s going on?” She whispered as her boyfriend stood up, and pulled her to him. He placed his beanie on her head and dragged her to the back door.

“Seresin family tradition, dear. You’ll see.” And with that, the whole Seresin clan took off into the woods that encompassed their back yard. Yet, she was still confused. She did not know what they were doing out there or what she was waiting to see. Jake took her hand and led her to a large pine tree, where he stood with a large smile.

“Jake, what is going on?” She pestered. She was cold, and tired, and wanted to be warm. But Jake started to pick up pine cones and needles in his large hands.

“Grab some. Come on!” He looked like a kid in a candy store as he ran around picking up more materials. Even though she did not understand, she joined him anyways. They worked for a few minutes picking up fresh needles from branches that were low, and dried old needles from the ground that had already fallen and turned brown. Making sure the pine cones that grasped were also dry, the couple went back to where the rest of the family was slowly, but surely returning.

As everyone approached, they dumped their armfuls of tinder into the fire pit that she was now noticing. She joined Jake in dumping their own armfuls, and then he pulled her back a ways. Momma Seresin came up shortly afterwards with a lighter, and then, poof. The pit had erupted into flames as the pine caught the fire that was there. Soon enough, smoke was filtering upwards as the fire roared on, but the comforting smell of pine drifted into her nose. She watched the bonfire burn and pop as they continued on with their night. Even though they were outside, the whole family felt warmer than ever. She turned in Jake’s arms from where they sat in front of the pit, with a confused expression on her face.

“When we were kids, my siblings and I would burn the excess pine in the yard cause we didn’t need it in the compost. We’d spend the whole night out here, burning stuff, playing around, even sleeping when it got late enough. Eventually, the adults saw what we were doing and joined us. So now, it’s our little tradition. When it gets cold enough, nothing warms you up like a pine fire.” His eyes stared longingly at the fire before them, and his grin told her that he was reminiscing about his childhood.

“Well, when we get our new house, I’ll make sure we have a bonfire pit. I’ll even find somewhere to get us some pine cones.” She commented, watching his face intently. Jake chuckled lightly and turned back to the woman in his arms. He kept laughing as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her in closer. Something told her that she was about to have a lot more bonfires to sit around.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ： Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ （Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞���𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: While on a patrol, you realize just how much you care for the birdbrain known as Hawks.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Fluff, slight crack, cute shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1177 (Short but sweet <3)

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“For fucks sake!” 

You grab the bird brain’s jacket, tugging him away from the press swarming him. “Come on nugget man, we got shit to do and people to see-” Hawks laughs, playing along. Once you’re both around the corner, he plants both of his hands firmly on your shoulders. 

“Thank you for saving me, I am forever in your debt.” His serious demeanor slips within two seconds and he leans against you, laughing. You join in, shaking your head. 

“I swear, do they not realize you have hero shit you gotta do too?” You both begin to walk down the street, his wings having been yoinked of most of their feathers the previous day. He groans. 

“You gotta deal with this every day?” Pouting, he shoves his hands into his pockets. You can’t help but laugh again. 

“What, too slow for the fastest man alive?” You poke his side. He swats at your hands. 

“Hey hey hey! Don’t do that!” He shoves his hands into his pockets again. “... maybe-” Turning around, you watch him as he speaks.

Your eyes slide over to your best friend- your partner in crime. 3 years of this. Unfortunately, your stupid heart decided to to the stupid thing of liking the stupid idea of him possibly being your stupid significant other. 

Yeah, right, you scoff internally. Come on, look at him! Mans is pretty damn close to perfect. He starts rambling about some new case he’s gonna be sent on, but you stop listening after he says 2-3 months. 

Also unfortunately– your stupid feet can’t apparently walk right. Tripping over literally nothing, you brace yourself for impact– 

...that doesn’t come? 

A hand grabs yours, pulling you into his chest. “Woah there- if I didn’t know any better, you weren’t paying attention,” He teases. He’s right of course, but you’d never let him know. 

You pat his chest, looking up at him. Your face was HOT, heart slamming against your ribs. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Not you, not me. Come on!” Grabbing his hand, you take off. He lets out an indignant squawk at the sudden change of pace. 

At the brief contact of your hands on his chest, sparks had raced through your body. 

Your heart had yet to stop pounding from him saving you from humiliation. Holy SHIT that was close– but being that close to him felt so damn intimate. Why? Who knows, but it was kinda nice. 

We’re just friends, nothing more, you scold yourself as you weave through the bodies in front of you (with poor Hawks in tow). 

Just friends. The thought made your stomach turn. 

I’m gonna tell him tonight, when we get back to the agency. For real this time.

You blink, and it seems as if time warped in on itself. You were about a block away from the building housing his agency. Cursing to yourself, you let go. “Ah shit- didn’t mean to drag you that far-” He cuts you off with a laugh. 

“Nah, you’re fine.” He pauses, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn to face him with a confused hum. “Can we talk for a sec?” 

Your stomach drops. Fuck, what did you do? Were you too loud? Did you talk over him at some point? Did you do something rude without realizing it? As if sensing your paranoia, he ruffles your hair. 

“Nothin’ bad, birdie. Just wanted to talk. That’s all.” You breathe a sigh of relief– partially. 

“Alright, what about?” He scrunches his nose, brows furrowing in thought. A smile tugs at your lips. He was cute when he was searching for words. You both continue to walk in silence for a moment. 

“Well… fuck, why is this so hard?” He groans, plopping on a concrete slab around some plants. You sit beside him, head cocked to the side. 

“Come on bird man, you can do it!” You cheer, and he chuckles a little. You take it down a notch. “Seriously, Hawks. Whatever you need, I’m here.” He purses his lips. 

“Keigo.”

“Huh?” You stare at him. His gaze was a bit softer than usual. Almost vulnerable, even. 

He takes in a shaky breath. “Call me Keigo. I’d… prefer hearing it from you.” A shy smile is thrown your way, and your heart flutters. 

Just friends. Nothing more. 

“Keigo,” You try, the name rolling off your tongue easily. You then smile. “Beautiful and fierce. It fits you.” Grinning, you bump your shoulder against his. He turns, gaze even softer. 

Just. 

Friends.

… if not now, when?

Taking a deep breath, you take his hands. “I wanted to talk to you too. Been meaning to, actually,” You chuckle, averting your gaze. This could ruin everything, or make things amazing. 

At this point, when would there be a better time?

“Ok, first off– I don’t wanna lose you, keep that in mind. Promise you won’t hate me?” He looks at you with confusion before nodding. His amber eyes sparkled with curiosity. Were they always that pretty?

“I get.. This weird feeling when I’m with you. A good one!” You blurt with a small laugh, before composing yourself. “A good one. I can’t explain it, but I do know,” You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. 

“I do know I really enjoy spending time with you. I know we’re both pros and it’s dangerous and even possibly stupid to even think like this, but you’ve become someone really special to me and…” This is the moment. This is it. 

Say it. 

Say it. 

“I think… I think I might be in love with you.” You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself. Would he laugh? Is he disgusted? Opening your eyes, he’s flabbergasted. You start to backpedal in panic, heart sinking. 

“You don’t have to like me back, you know. These feelings are probably just temporary, I just wanted to tell you how I felt-” He cuts you off. 

“Well too bad, cause these feelings are mutual and now you can’t get rid of me. And did ya ever think maybe I don’t want those feelings to be temporary?” He hooks a finger under your chin, intense gaze meeting your own. 

Your heart is pounding so fast with the mere fact that he’s this close. Hawks, Keigo, the #2 pro hero of Japan, is mere inches away from your face. Swallowing hard, you purse your lips. 

“Do you mean that..?” He was a jokester– sure, he had limits, but you had to know. 

He scoffs. “Ya know, you think you’d pick up on signs over the last year and a half-” You pull him into a tight hug, burying your face into the shoulder of his jacket. He makes a noise of surprise, but his arms wrap around your frame all the same. 

“I’m fuckin dense,” You laugh into his chest. He chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Nah. But hey, I care about ya too, kid.” He ruffles your hair, standing up after you both let go. You sit in shock. 

“The FUCK did you just call me?!”

[jadedrrose]

In Sickness And In Health…

After a night out, you get sick and of course, your doctor boyfriend takes care of you. Because why wouldn’t he?

Warnings: Law x fem reader, fluff (also, bc I know it’s the stupid foreshadowing always used: no, reader is not pregnant lmao. This is literally just based off a dream I had today since I’m sick lol)

The city was very loud tonight.

Noises of cars honking and their engines revving, people talking and shouting all together as you passed them by on the street, the sound of upbeat music playing from the speakers in shops nearby. All the distractions were available, and yet you were too focused on your boyfriend to care.

Contrary to what he’d typically say about PDA (“not gonna happen”), Law had been the one to take your hand into his as you both walked down the busy street. You’d tried commenting on how cute it was, but he’d brushed it off as “I’d be a shit boyfriend if I lost you in the city, at night.”

He’d taken you to a nicer, but not extravagant restaurant. It wasn’t like either of you could afford anything better anyway. But to you, it was more than enough. You’d felt as though Law had gone above and beyond for you.

And now, you were heading to your friend’s place, where they were holding a random, middle of the week party. Law was incredibly reluctant, being tired from working at the hospital all day, but you’d convinced him to go anyway.

The building wasn’t too far away from the restaurant, so the walk was short and easy enough. You’d made it there within fifteen minutes.

You knocked on the door with a smile, Law standing behind you with a pout on his face and his arms crossed.

After a moment of you two waiting, the door finally opened to reveal one of your best friends.

“Oh! Hi guys, didn’t think you’d actually come,” Nami greeted you with a small laugh.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well- I thought you would, but we all know Traffy isn’t too keen on parties, and it’s pretty evident by his face right now,” She explained with a giggle.

“Please, I can survive a normal party,” Law rolled his eyes, following you into the apartment.

“Maybe,” Nami replied. “But not when-“

“TRAFFY! What are you doing here?!”

You watched Law’s face turn from the pout to a look of horror as the youngest of the friend group ran over to both of you, crashing into Law.

“Oi! Get off of me!” Law shouted.

“Luffy! Knock it off,” Nami yelled, smacking the boy across the head.

“Haha! Sorry,” Luffy “apologized”, but it was clear he wasn’t sorry at all. Then he turned to you.

“Oh! And Traffy’s girlfriend came too!”

“She has a name, Luffy,” Nami scolded with an eye roll.

You simply laughed, “don’t worry about it. We all know that once Luffy finds a nickname, he sticks to it.”

“Yep!” Luffy proudly stated.

After finally getting passed- whatever that was, you and Law headed further into the apartment to go into the living room, where everybody else was.

Law promptly sat down in the empty lounge chair, once again crossing his arms and pouting. Standing beside him, you lowered yourself to his level. “Want me to get you a drink?”

“I’m fine,” he declined. “You go have fun.”

“Law, if you want to leave-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Sighing, you reluctantly left your boyfriend to find Nami again.

—

About an hour and a half later, you started feeling off. You’d only had one drink, so it couldn’t have been from that. But nevertheless, you felt queasy.

“You okay, y/n?” Nami asked, noticing your slight discomfort.

“You look very pale,” Robin added.

“I think so…” you frowned. “Just feel kinda off.”

“You want me to get Law?” Robin suggested.

“Um… I think I’ll be okay.”

But then another ten minutes passed. And you did not feel any more okay. In fact, you felt worse. And it was clearly obvious, as you’d checked out from the board game you’d been playing with the girls, not responding once your turn was up.

“Y/n… are you sure you’re okay?” Nami looked concerned.

“N-no…”

“I’ll get Law,” Robin stood up and headed toward the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Nami questioned, trying to help figure this out.

“My stomach feels weird, and my head is like… spinning,” you put your face into your palms.

“Maybe you ate something bad?” Nami frowned. “Or somebody spread something to you. Maybe even Law, since he’s at the hospital a lot?”

“I dunno, but I don’t really care what it is… I just wanna rest.” Plus, you kinda felt bad. You’d sort of dragged Law to the party that he didn’t want to attend, only to end up sick halfway through it…

A moment later Robin returned with your worried boyfriend in tow.

“Y/n-ya, what happened?”

You knew Law was trying to hide his concern and act stoic, but when it came to you… anything would get his anxiety going.

“I feel awful,” you whined.

He pressed the tattooed side of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning, y/n…”

“Do you want me to drive you two home?” Robin asked.

“Please,” you weakly begged. “I feel like death.”

“Oh, y/n, don’t say that,” Nami giggled to try and deter your mind from such sadistic things, “you’ll be fine. It’s probably just some virus. Besides, Law wouldn’t let you die.”

“Rather, he’d do everything he can to prevent your death,” Robin morbidly added. “But I have faith in him.”

“Oh shut up,” Law snapped. “I need to get her home, come on.”

—

Once you’d finally arrived back at the apartment you shared with Law, you’d collapsed onto the couch. He left for a moment to run into the bedroom and grab your pajamas and then went to get water as you sluggishly changed.

“Am I gonna die?” You overdramatically groaned.

“Of course not! You’re just sick, y/n.” Law sighed, rubbing your back to try and comfort you, since words weren’t really his thing.

You whined a little bit more before sighing heavily.

“What?”

“Can I cuddle you?” You asked, trying to give Law your best puppy eyes.

“You’re sick,” he stated.

“And it’s probably from you!” You bantered, “you’re the one who’s at the hospital all day long.”

Law sighed before pulling you up and on top of him. Smiling, you buried your face into the space between his shoulder and neck, wrapping one arm around him as the other dangled over his back.

“I’m sorry,” you said into his neck. “I forced you to go only to get sick. I just wasted our time…”

“Don’t worry about that,” Law held you tighter, as to comfort you again. “It’s fine.”

Another moment of comfortable silence passed as you laid in his hold.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

“…thanks,” Law awkwardly replied. “Y/n-ya,”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not gonna let you die, idiot. I love you too much for that to happen.”

But you didn’t respond, and Law glanced down to his left to see you were already sleeping. And he couldn’t help but think you looked cute like this, resting on him… even if you were sick. That didn’t matter to him though. He was a doctor after all, and he would deal with any sickness for you. Because even if he didn’t verbally say it much, Law did love you.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Lowborn!Aemond x Highborn!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of Prince Daemon and a close friend of Prince Aegon who, like your father, is notorious for sneaking off to the streets of flea bottom. The one time you decide to join him on his nightly endeavours, you run into a charming yet mysterious someone who’s as beautiful as the sapphire that’s replaced one of his eyes.

Daemon being the cool dad. A bit of angst too, sorry.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

Aemond was a blushing mess by the time they made it back to the dragon pit. He was thankful for the lack of light, though he wasn’t sure how long he could keep himself from smiling.

"Did you have fun?" you asked him as you were undoing the buckles of the saddle so that your dragon might get a comfortable and some well-deserved good night's sleep.

"Why y-yes of course I did" Aemond tried to keep a calm composure despite his heart quiet literally beating violently against his chest. You found it adorable how he was a mess, unable to form sentences without stammering.

As soon as the saddle slid off with a loud thud, Sephtis immediately turned from you to coil away and submit to sleep.

You wasted no time in turning around and wrapping your arms around Aemond, pulling him in for a kiss to which he first reacted with a surprised grunt but then later hummed against your lips as his arms slid around your waist. For some reason, you found kissing him rather addictive. Your fingers ran through his dusty blonde hair as his hands grabbed and pulled at your waist while his lips moved expertly against yours.

"The sun will be up any minute" you managed to speak as he gently nibbled your bottom lip.

"Hmm" he hummed into your mouth "I know"

"Unless you want to be found like this" you pulled away slightly with a giggle "I suggest you make a run for it before they take your head off"

"Oh I'll be killed you say" he grinned and you almost leaned in to capture his lips in yours again "for being found tasting the princess' lips with my own? What a way to go"

You laughed at this, a sound that Aemond seemed to want to hear more of. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer though, as much as he wanted to. He had never really thought or been bitter about not being born a noble until this very moment. If he were a highborn, he wouldn’t have to meet you in secret, kiss you when no one could see, or leave you each time before the sun arose.

With one final kiss, the boy gave you a mischievous wink before he sneaked off through the passageways you both had used to get there.

The blush that dusted your cheeks still remained even after his departure and for some reason you had that silly smile still plastered on your face as you left the pits to head back to the keep.

You ran into Aegon first who was surprised to see you in such a good mood; you were known to be the grumpy one during the hours of the morror just as much as he was known to be the sleepy one.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" he curiously asked "you look like you've drowned a glass of wine with the way you're smiling"

"I'm just happy" you beamed at him that caught him even further by surprise. You then tugged his arm and lowered your voice until it was nothing more than a whisper "If anyone asks, you were with me when we went for a short flight with Sephtis"

"Huh-" he sounded puzzled "I never left the castle last night. I don’t know who you were with all night but you most certainly can’t use me as your scapegoat. Mother had me wake up earlier than usual for my lessons of the faith so she knows I never went into the city"

"Gods, maybe no one knows I was out?" you hopefully asked. If you couldn’t use Aegon as your alias then you were practically out of options apart from the fact that you could lie and deny that there was no one with you on dragonback; that is, if anyone even saw you. There might be a possibility that the guards never saw Aemond.

As if the timing of the whole thing was planned, your father walked toward you down the hallway.

"Good morning perzys" (flame) He greeted but he had no smile on his face like how he normally did each morning when he greeted you "a word?"

You gulped and Aegon offered you a nervous smile before he gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder, as if to say 'good luck' and walked away to let the both of you talk.

"Yes, kepa?" (Father) You timidly asked, ready to hear the scolding but instead he said something completely different.

"I was made aware this morning of your little trip around the city on dragonback accompanied by someone" he sighed, keeping his voice down "I do not care if you are having a fling of some sort, you have my permission"

You opened your mouth to say something but daemon raised his finger to let you know he wasn't done talking.

"But please do not be so reckless that you are seen by the others" he continued and you were surprised by how little he cared about it. Then again, he too was known to be a frequent visitor to the streets of silk so it wasn’t that much of a shocker when he seemed to be okay with you having risky endeavours of your own "and just to be sure, have a cup of moon tea after your... nights of fun"

"What- no!" you immediately blurted out, mortified that your father concluded you were entertaining boys into between your legs "no, he's my friend"

"A friend, not a fling?" Daemon repeated, not convinced "and is this friend worth risking your reputation for by sneaking off into the city?"

You didn’t know how to tell your father that you had taken a fancy toward this 'friend' of yours. How would you even explain that a dragon had fallen for a lowborn?

Daemon seemed to already have a hunch of this since his next question was:

"Do you fancy this boy?"

Gods, this was not how you thought your morning would go. You were expecting a warm bath, not a conversation with your father in which you would have to discuss about your lover; a forbidden one.

"Will you be upset if I say yes?"

Daemon sighed before he lovingly placed his arm on your shoulder. How could he be upset at his sweet daughter for simply liking a boy?

"I'm not upset, sweetling" he gave you a tender smile as he rubbed your shoulder reassuringly "but you must know that you cannot afford to have hopes when it comes to this friend of yours. You are a princess, a dragon and well, he is merely your subject"

You knew that every word he spoke was the truth but it still stung. From the very beginning, you knew what a dangerous game you were playing when you sneaked off to meet him, when you lost yourself to daydreams about him, when you kissed him. There was never a chance for the both of you and yet, you still went after him.

"Does every marriage have to be for a political advantage?" you huffed in annoyance "am I simply a prized mare to be bidded off to form alliances?"

"Y/N.." Daemon sighed.

"This is so unfair" for some reason you found yourself on the verge of tears even though you knew all of this beforehand.

"Perhaps it would be best if you ended this... propinquity now before you grow any more attached" he sadly told you. Daemon wasn’t one who played by the rules and he hated seeing you sad but he knew in this case even his hands were tied "the notion of wedding a mere lowborn is an impossibility"

You were sure Aemond knew that his relationship with you was never going to lead anywhere. And yet, the idea of having to tell him, and then to further suggest that the both of you shouldn’t meet was soul crushing.

"I'm sorry my dear" Daemon kissed your forehead "had he been a man of high station, even a baron who falls in the lower end of that list, I might’ve been in your favour but you and I both know there is no chance for the both of you"

The thought of never again seeing him broke your heart. You had grown so accustomed to meeting him almost every evening that you now couldn’t think of going on a day without seeing him.

But you knew you would have to tell him, you knew one day this would end; you just never expected it to be this.. soon.

When night came and you adorned your simpler clothes, you left the castle to meet Aemond. In truth you were hesitant, afraid even. A part of you wanted to just continue whatever was going on but the sensible part of yourself knew that this matter needed to be addressed.

Aemond awaited your arrival at the usual spot which was at a generous distance from the exit of the passageway. He had his signature boyish grin as he lovingly gazed at you, arm outstretched for you to slip your hand into his like how you always did before he led you off to show you some fascinating part of the city. He seemed to be smiling a lot more than normal and you knew it was because of that kiss you shared just the night before

Gods, you didn't have the heart to tell him.

"Beautiful as always Y/N" he kissed your knuckles as soon as you gave him your hand "I discovered this lovely place that-"

"I don’t think we should meet each other any more" you blurted out. It pained you to see the sudden shift in his expression from eager and happy to confused and dejected.

"Why?" he asked, the pain in his voice evident. His confident and joyous demeanour faltered as he gazed at you, hoping this was some sort of un-funny joke "what- why?"

"This is only going to hurt us if we continue" you did not want to do this "I'm a princess and you.."

You couldn’t finish your sentence.

"You can say it, I'm a lowborn" he huffed a sigh "but I was always one, you knew of our stations from the start. So what changed now?"

"Nothing Changed, this was inevitable, sooner or later we would have to part ways" you cried out, still holding his hand, afraid that if you let go he might disappear "I knew this wasn’t going to lead anywhere-"

"We both knew that" he interrupted "we both knew that one day this would end. I just never thought it would happen right after you kissed me"

"I didn’t want for us to stop at all" your voice faltered "i-I.. I wanted you to be my forever, i-if that makes any sense. And that’s why we have to.. you know.."

Aemond was hoping this was some nightmare. He knew this day would come but he expected it to be months later when you would be married off to someone- wait..

"Are you going to be wed?" he asked.

"No, I am not promised to anyone yet" you looked down as you shifted your weight from one leg to another "I had a fleeting thought of.. it does not matter"

A fleeting thought of marrying you, you thought.

Of marrying me?, Aemond hopefully guessed but you never finished your statement. It was foolish of him to even hope for that to be your response, why would you imagine wanting to marry a man with nothing?

"Why did you kiss me?" he softly asked. He wanted you to say it, he desperately needed to hear you tell him in your own voice that you felt something for him. That he did not just make up this entire romance in his head, that for once someone loved him regardless of his appearance or penury.

You looked up and gazed into his eye, filled with so much hurt that it almost made you cry.

"I fell for you" you answered in a gentle voice, taking a step forward "I never thought I would and it wasn’t because of your station. It was because no one has ever made me feel like you did. Everyone I've ever met treated me like I was some creature of gold they were trying to lure for their gain. While you, you treated me like I was a person, like I mattered on my own without the accompaniment of a title"

"You say my station is the only thing keeping us apart, something the court of nobles will not overlook" he took a step toward you as well "What about you, are you affected by my lack of wealth or a title?"

"I have never cared about those things" You replied honestly, never tearing away your gaze from his "I've always wanted you for you"

Aemond's hand left yours to cup your face, closing the distance between the both of you as he crashed his lips into yours. In response, your hands went to rest on his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt. He kissed you with such urgency and you responded with the same level of passion.

Neither of you wanted to pull away, knowing that this was the last time you would be in such close embrace but eventually you both had to break the kiss for some air.

"I will leave for Ashai, tomorrow" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "there isn’t any reason for me to be here"

"Ashai? well, will you write to me?" you hopefully asked, slightly taken aback by how quickly he came up with the decision.

"Thought you said it was best we do not consort" he chuckled sadly.

In truth, you did not want him to go but you wouldn’t ask him to stay especially since you'd just told him that you both shouldn’t see each other again. You gently slid a ring off your finger, a dainty one made from Valerian steel which had a purple gem stone, a similar colour to your eyes.

"Here," you placed the priceless piece of jewellery in the palm of his hand "something to remember me by"

"I won’t need any help remembering, princess" he told you as he closed his hand into the fist before pocketing the ring "you should get back, t-to the castle"

"Yes" you breathed out, suddenly feeling very empty as he took a few steps away from you.

"Oh and Y/N" he turned around to look at you, offering you a playful smile though the sadness in his eye betrayed him "don’t go wandering the streets by yourself when I've left"

You smiled sadly at his comment before heading back to the keep, choking back sobs. And unbeknownst to you, Aemond too was furiously wiping away a few tears that were streaming down his face.

To be continued >>>>

Taglist: @yentroucnagol @kateris-world

[narcolini]

caught out

frank castle x gn!reader, 1164 words

warnings for canon typical behaviours, reader’s one of the bad guys basically

for day 29 of whumpril: surrender & ‘final warning’

a/n: honestly i was almost tempted to make this into an oc fic becaue id made the reader character so fun and specific buuut i dont have the time or facilities to right now BUT maybe i will return to the idea in the future 👀 ps. love you madani im so sorry sweetie

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @ashlingiswriting @hausofmamadas​ 

You’ve got a sight on her. Quite literally, your sight is lined up with the back of her head. Through the window she’s dumb enough to leave open after dark, curtains pinned back by the sides still. You adjust your grip. Your hands on the sniper, the rifle’s belly on the ledge, your knee in the gravel covering the roof-top. It’s a perfect shot from the perfect position. Better than you’ve ever had, and ever will again, really. Not by fucking luck, but patience, of course. Sheer fucking will.

You take a moment to check the sound again, turning up the volume of the radio pack attached to your waist. It crackles to life into your ear piece. Still watching television, Madani? A movie by the sounds of it—action, with a loud soundtrack, and louder gunshots. She’s still alone, still fixing her eyes to the phone in her hand. There’s no reason to wait. Distracted, unaccompanied, clueless. It’s all set up, just how you intended.

You stretch your trigger finger out, then put it back into place. Take a breath, exhale—completely. Hold.

‘Put it down.’

You freeze, because what the fuck else can you do, when there’s a gun set to curve of your skull, and a cold voice from behind you? There shouldn’t be anyone else up here, wasn’t, until now. And you hadn’t heard him approach, because of the fuzzing movie in your head.

You know who it is, of course, because it’s always Frank lately. If not for you, then for anyone else you talk to. He’s quicker than the cops nowadays. Has fucked up more plans and schemes, and just-fucking-revenge than anyone on Madani’s team.

He reaches around to tug the ear piece free of your ear, tossing it to the ground. ‘You didn’t hear me?’

‘I was on the phone,’ you lie, putting no effort at all into making it convincing. You’re leaning away from the sight now, looking at Madani’s apartment with just your own eyes, and watching her move from the couch, away from the window. He’s made you lose your chance. Stolen the moment from under you. You sigh. ‘You messed up my shot, dude.’

He doesn’t laugh—because of course not. Too serious for his own good. He already has you, he may as well take a load off.

‘Try wearing black next time,’ he comments, dryer than you were.

‘You mean camo doesn’t work in urban environments?’ You try to look back at him, just for the nose of his pistol to push your head forward again. Chin almost into your chest. Fucking ow, he could break the skin doing that. ‘Thought we had the same goal, Castle,’ you say, altering your angle. ‘I do this, and you got one less bloodhound on your trail.’

They’ve got him in the news now. Face on every TV screen. With Madani dead, it’d be a Hell of an easier job for him to do the same. Fake death, new life, start all over. He should be begging you, honestly. Should be lining your rifle back up and giving you a countdown.

‘Final warning.’ The gravel crunches as he stresses it, bringing himself closer. ‘Hands up.’

For a moment, you consider testing him. How final is final, after all? Boot to your shoulder, rifle forced to the floor, final? Or you over the edge of the fucking building, a pancake on the ground below, before you’ve even had chance to fight back, final?

‘Alright.’ You straighten, lifting both palms to the air by your head, so the gun swings loose on its strap. Over your shoulder like a birthday sash. ‘No killing today.’

He grabs you before you can even finish your laugh. Turns you roughly, violently, until you’re on your ass, back to the short wall between you and the sidewalk, ten stories beneath. He’s knelt like you were now, in your spot, with his fist twisting in the material of your collar. Knuckles to the bone, face inches from yours. Jesus, you pant a laugh, you’ve already conceded. There’s no need for all this. If he wants to make-out, he should’ve just said so.  

‘Y’know,’ you say, smiling through the ache in your back, and the pressure he’s applying to your chest, ‘I think we’d make a great team. If we worked together.’

‘I work alone.’

‘Eh, but that’s not true, is it, Frank?’

His eyes squint a fraction, then flick away from you. Then he’s talking over your shoulder like you aren’t even there. ‘Yeah, well, you’d be the last name on my list if I needed help.’

‘But I make the list?’ You suck a breath through your teeth. ‘Damn, I’m better than I thought.’

He pushes against you again, gaze coming back to yours. Fun’s over. You can see it in his face. You’re one sarcastic comment away from a bloody nose, a black eye. ‘What’s your deal with Madani?’ he asks. Right to the point.

You wind your head to the side. ‘That’s classified, I’m afraid.’ And it doesn’t matter in the slightest. Your vendettas are no less worthy than his own. ‘You wanna fight for it? Loser tells all their secrets?’

His fist turns another fraction, the cotton around your throat tightens.

‘Sure,’ you pant, ‘choke me out. But you gotta stick around til I wake up again.’ You paint a smile onto your lips that you know, you know, pisses him off, just for fun of it. ‘I don’t wanna miss saying goodbye.’

You watch the cogs turn, slow behind his eyes. He’s debating it, that’s for certain. Make you pass out, or bring you with him. Hell, maybe going other the edge is still an option, you should never assume death is out of the question for him.

Eventually, after thirty—two minute long—seconds, he grunts, pulling you up as he stands. No free-fall sky diving for you today. He’s dragging you back with him toward the rooftop’s exit, feet stumbling after his own. You’re trying to stay parallel with him, or even walk ahead to gain some advantage, but you can’t fucking get your feet straight under yourself. Boots catching, rifle nose bouncing by your knees. He may as well have knocked you out. It’d be smoother for him to drag you by the heel, than continue like this.

‘You don’t wanna talk?’ he says. ‘Fine, I got time.’

‘You gonna torture it out of me, Frank?’ He hasn’t hit you yet, he’s barely even grabbed you hard enough to leave a mark that’ll last. ‘Somehow I don’t believe you.’

‘Yeah,’ he breathes a laugh, ‘that’ll change.’

And is it wrong to say you’re excited, just a bit, in a weird, fucked up kind of way? That you hope he’s actually right? That his threats become real and he forces the answers out of you, somehow. That you get to see the Punisher, finally, in all his bloodied glory.  

[femininefutbol]

luna de miel

request from here

prompt: you and alexia putellas go on your honeymoon and can’t seem to keep your hands off each other 

word count: 4.1k

SMUT WARNING 

a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and read at your own discretion. this is probably the most detailed smut i've written thus far so enjoy i guess?

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Joining back with the group of your teammates and friends on holiday in Ibiza after your honeymoon was always the plan for you and Alexia. It was nice to have time alone but you also love spending downtime with your friends. So your pre-national team camp plan included a perfect mix of both. 

“The party has arrived” you yell, making your way into the outdoor area of the Ibiza villa. Your arrival is a surprise to everyone as neither you or Alexia had told anyone when you would be returning from the Maldives, all they knew was that at some point during the holidays you two would be joining back with them. 

“MRS PUTELLAS!” your best friend Leila yells, getting up from her seat at the table making quick work of pulling you into her arms. 

“We both kept our own last names Ouahabi” you laugh, holding on to her tightly. 

“I don’t care, you are Mrs Putellas to me now. How was it? You need to tell me everything” Leila exclaims, grasping onto your hand and leading towards where she was previously sitting, forcing you to sit next to her, not allowing you any opportunity to greet anyone else. 

You look across the table where your wife is greeting everyone in a much more casual way than your reunion with Leila. Her eyes catch yours and she sends you a small wink, the action making you blush far too easily for your own liking. 

“(Y/N)” Leila waves her hand in front of your face, capturing back your attention. “Come on you just spent a whole week with Ale, you owe me some attention now” she whines, the sentiment making you laugh at your best friend's dramatics. 

“Okay fine, I am all yours sorry gemela” you inform Leila, dramatically moving your chair to face her to show that she has your full attention. 

The two of you catch up for a while, telling her the most exciting parts of your trip, like paddle boarding, watching the sunrise and sunset every morning and visiting some amazing restaurants. You purposely leave out discussion the sexual experiences that made up the majority of your trip, keeping that as something between yourself and Alexia. 

“Woah Ale, (Y/N) did a number on you!” Virginia exclaims, the loudness of her statement capturing your attention. 

You immediately look across to where Alexia is sitting speaking with a few of the girls, Virginia wiggling her eyebrows, “you told them?” 

“No, no I didn’t” Alexia immediately replies, knowing what you are thinking and working to assure you that she didn’t tell your friends any details of the intimate moments that the two of you shared. 

“Ale hasn’t said anything but I think the state of her neck speaks for itself” Virginia laughs pointing at the dark purple hickey on Alexia’s neck that is showing through the makeup she strategically applied. 

“Shit” Alexia whispers knowing that her makeup rubbed of due to her rubbing her neck, “sorry baby” 

“You did that (Y/N)?” Leila asks in horror. The full extent of the damage you did is shown to the group, the bruise is extremely dark, and while it is the only mark on her neck it is fairly clear that you worked that spot harshly with just how concentrated the colour of her skin is. 

You nod sheepishly, you had purposely avoided that topic of how much sexual intimacy was shared on your honeymoon but now that the girls have found a semblance of proof they are not going to stop until they know every last detail that occurred over the course of your trip. 

“My little baby (Y/N/N) did this? I don’t believe it” Leila exclaims dramatically, pulling you into her arms and coddling you. 

You push yourself out of Leila’s hold, giggling at her dramatics, “we are literally married, what did you expect us to do for a week in a private hut in the Maldives?” you raise and eyebrow, wondering if she is being serious or if her display is just a joke. 

“Not that!” Leila points at Alexia’s neck, the voice of horror causing the entire group to laugh. 

“Anyway, details now” Virginia draws the attention away from Leila, looking between you and Alexia, waiting for one of you to speak. 

“No way Torrecilla, that stays between us, you already know way too much” Alexia states, chuckling at the immediate groan that comes from Virginia. 

“So you guys just stayed in and had sex for the entire week?” Leila whispers to you as the rest of the girls move on to a new topic of conversation. 

“No, we explored other places too” you answer casually. 

“You two fucked in other places?!” Leila asks in shock, her mind instantly putting the dots together, gathering the information from the way you answered her question. 

“LEILA!” you yell, not having expected her to have an outburst like that. 

“You two fucked in public?” Virginia asks excitedly, knowing now that Alexia can not brush her off and that the details of your week in the Maldives will come to light. 

“Yes” “No” you and Alexia answer at the same time, Alexia giving up while you still attempt to deny what happened. 

Virginia looks between the two of you with a smirk on her face. 

“Okay yes, it was only once though” you sigh, giving the group the answer they so desperately wanted to hear. 

“Now there is no way you can deny us the details” Virginia states, looking expectantly, waiting for one of you to start talking. 

“I guess I should start right at the start then, hey baby?” Alexia asks with a smirk, now more than willing to disclose what happened. You are left covering your face with your hands, the blush that covers your cheeks still clearly on display to the rest of the group. 

-

“Are you ready to go baby?” Alexia calls out to you, it is the first night of your honeymoon so the two of you have a romantic dinner planned, the first one you will have alone since the two of you have been married. 

“Si” you respond simply, making your way out of the bathroom, attempting to pull the hair tie out of your hair while doing so. 

You let your hair down, dragging your hand through it a couple of times to make sure it falls down your back nicely, as you do you look up catching Alexia staring at you, her eyes not moving, stuck staring at your outfit.  

“Everything okay?” you ask immediately, you had been worried about your outfit choice. The white button up shirt barely buttoned in order to show off your black lace bralette underneath and a pair of black slacks while not your usual style was something you wanted to try out. 

“What time is our reservation again?” Alexia asks, her eyes still not leaving your body as she moves towards you. 

“Umm 1800?” 

“What time is it now?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper as she is so close to you that you feel the heat of her body against you. 

You ignore the close proximity of your wife, moving your hand up to check the time your watch is displaying, “1730” 

“That is more than enough time for what I am going to do to you” Alexia husks out, moving her hands into your open shirt, her hands gripping onto your bare skin causing shivers down your spine. 

Before you are able to ask what she plans on doing, Alexia's lips roughly meet yours, the forcefulness makes you moan against her lips. 

The sound of your moan causes her to buck her hips into you, gripping you impossibly tighter, you already know there will be light bruising on your waist from her hold. 

As the kiss deepens you wrap your arms around Alexias neck, your arms draping over her shoulders lazily. You are clearly distracted by the intense kissing which gives Alexia the opportunity to move one of her hands from it’s place on your waist to the front of your pants. She is able to unbutton your pants, surprising you when her hand makes it down the front of your body, her suddenly grasping your pussy through your panties. 

“Aleee” you moan out in a whiny tone. “We don’t have time for this” you force yourself to think logically in the moment knowing that you will likely miss your reservation if you let Alexia continue what she is doing. 

“I can be quick” she answers, pushing her thumb into your clit, the rough touch on your sensitive area causing your legs to buckle. “Careful sweetheart” Alexia speaks in a sly tone, her other arm now working to hold you upright. 

Alexia moves her hand that was down your pants, the lack of contact causing you to whimper, inexplicitly informing Alexia that you enjoyed her touch which makes her desire to touch you even stronger. 

“Are you going to do something or should we just go already?” you ask with a huff, hating how Alexia teases you the way she does, leaving you all bothered while she just gets to laugh it off. 

“Come on princesa, no need to be like that” Alexia smirks, her tight grip on you held even tighter as she pushes herself flush against your body looking down at you. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” her condescending tone is evident. 

You look up at her, no words spoken not wanting to fall into her trap. 

“Fine if you won’t tell me what you want we can go” Alexia lets go of your waist, holding her hands in the air and walking away from you towards the door, signifying that you two can head out for your reservation. 

You again whine at the lack of contact, the action just making Alexia laugh knowing that half of the teasing you experience from her is your own doing. 

You begin to make your way towards the door, following behind Alexia with an annoyed pout. 

“I would change if I was you” Alexia turns around, leaning against the wall near the front door. 

“Why?” 

“Last I knew you were pretty wet, wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at dinner” Alexia states casually, the comment causing you to huff and stomp your way back to your bedroom to change your outfit. 

-

Making your way into the restaurant half an hour past the time of your reservation it is clear that between you and your new wife you are the only one who is actually worried about the fact that you are late. Usually Alexia is extremely punctual and responsible but on vacation Alexia is like a completely different person, not worrying about a single thing. 

“Come on Ale” you pull her along, her slowly walking behind you, frustrating you to no end, “what is so interesting back there that you have to walk at the pace of a snail?” 

Alexia takes two decent strides easily catching up to you. “Your ass looks incredible in that dress” she whispers in your ear. 

“I hate you for being the reason I had to change” you groan. 

Alexia’s natural response to your complaint is grasping your ass, squeezing it quickly then immediately letting go as if she hadn’t done anything. 

You halt your movements causing Alexia to stop right behind you, the front of her body pressed against your back.

 “You okay?” she asks sweetily, her breath blowing onto your neck as she speaks into your ear. 

You shudder at the contact, a harsh shiver running down your body. Remembering where you are, you snap out of your thoughts. “I’m just fine” you answer simply, walking towards the hostess stand trying your hardest to ignore what Alexia is doing. 

“Hi, we had a reservation for 1800, I’m so sorry that we are late but is there a chance we would be able to get a table anyway?“ you ask the hostess in a slight panic, knowing how popular this restaurant is and that it has a rather strict reservation policy. 

“Of course” she smiles at you sweetly, “your reservation should be okay, what name is it under?” 

“Putellas” Alexia speaks up from behind you, clearly using the situation to portray a sense of dominance. 

“Follow me and I will show you to your table” the hostess offers, walking through the restaurant, leading you to a secluded corner. 

Once you are seated and served Alexia immediately goes back to teasing you, placing her hand on your now bare thigh. 

“Really?” you ask, looking at Alexia who is clearly pretending to read her menu. 

“What?” she asks dramatically as you continue to stare at her, waiting for her to acknowledge what she is doing. “I’m thinking of getting the salmon, what about you?” she looks you in the eyes, ignoring her purposeful actions and your annoyed glare. 

You sigh knowing that the game that Alexia is playing and knowing her she will not be stopping any time soon. You decide to ignore her cold hand which is slowly inching up your thigh and engage in conversation just as she would like you to. 

“The chicken salad sounds good” you answer simply. 

The two of you continue with some simple small talk until the waitress makes her way over asking you both what you would like. 

“I’ll have the salmon with grilled vegetables” Alexia speaks, smiling sweetly at the waitress across the table. 

“And I’ll-” “She will have the grilled chicken salad, that is all we would like thank you” Alexia speaks over you, handing the waitress both of your menus. 

“I can order for myself Ale” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your seat, slightly annoyed at Alexia’s behaviour thus far. 

“Wouldn’t want you to waste your voice on such trivial things, it will be put to much better use later” she responds, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, the action making you blush a deep red. 

“How so?” you bite back once you have mentally recovered from what she said. 

“I think you know exactly how baby, no need to play dumb” a chuckle escapes her lips as she inches her hand impossibly closer to your core, her hand slides under the buttom of your dress and is now sitting at the top of your thigh. 

You don't respond, instead you sit silently, a small smirk threatening to overtake your features at what Alexia is going to discover in a matter of moments. 

She presses her hand to your core, having to cover up her complete shock that crosses her face. Her hand is not stopped by your panties, instead she is touching your bare pussy, the lack of coverage both shocking and exciting her. 

“You aren’t wearing panties baby” she leans over to whisper, the stunned tone causing you to giggle, as she makes it seems as if you aren’t aware of the fact. 

“I know, I didn’t put any on when I got changed” you answer with a casual shrug. 

“You think a bare pussy is appropriate attire for such an occasion?” she asks with her eyebrow raised, one finger sitting delicately close to your hole, obviously she is ready to push it into you if you don’t answer how she would like you. 

Shocking Alexia with your lack of underwear gave you a small bout of confidence and took away any annoyance you had been feeling about her less than appropriate actions. So now rather than roll your eyes at her, you instead play into her questioning. 

“I haven’t heard any complaints so I would assume so. Is it not appropriate?” you ask innocently, looking at your wife with doe eyes knowing that your faux innocence drives her crazy. 

Alexia moves closer to you, her mouth so close to you that you feel her breath on your neck, the warmth sending shivers down your spin and pulses straight towards your pussy. She slowly pushes her finger into you extremely slowly at the same time. 

“Baby… It was a bold move but a very dumb one” she answers, her lips against your ear. 

The vibrations of her words along with the blissful feeling of her finger curling against your g-spot leaving you in an extremely vulnerable state. 

She continues to push her finger against you, the action alone driving you towards an orgasm due to how worked up she has gotten you over the course of the evening. Alexia knows this though and just before you are able to let go she slides her finger out of you, subtlety and sensually licking the finger clean, not even giving you the satisfaction of looking at you as she does so. 

Once she is done with her display of dominance she looks over at you. “Are you okay?” she asks casually, the smirk on her face and the aching between your thighs leaving you frustrated beyond belief. 

You don’t answer her question, instead just staring at her with a slight pout. Your craving for her to bring you to an orgasim at this very moment is clear to her and she finds great joy in watching you as internally debate whether to beg her to help you cum or stand your ground and pretend you are fine. 

You stand strong for longer than Alexia had expected, spending quite a few minutes deep in thought with the pout still etched into your features. There is slight sway to your hips, anyone else would think you needed to use the bathroom but Alexia knows you better than that and she is well aware that you are trying to use the friction to bring you to your orgasm so you don’t have to ask her for help. 

“Come on baby, just tell me what you need me and I’ll be happy to help out” she places her hand back onto your thigh. She looks at you disapprovingly causing you to halt your actions. 

“I need to cum” you whisper barely just urging yourself to mumble the sentence out. 

“What was that?” Alexia asks, looking at you with a mock confusion. Her hand on your thigh tightening its grip which causes a slight moan to escape your lips. 

“Please help me cum” you speak this time, louder than the last time and rephrased to Alexia’s liking. At this point you need her inside of you so there is no point even fighting against her, you are at the point where you are happy enough to appease her to receive the relief you so badly need. 

“See, was that so hard?” she asks condescendingly, discreetly moving her hand towards your wet pussy. 

She plays with your folds lightly waiting for a response, clearly not willing to give you what you so desperately need until you answer her. 

“No-oooo” you answer, slapping your hand over your mouth when she casually sticks two fingers into you, not completely being able to hold in the moan that escapes. 

She thrusts into you at a steady pace, working you up to your orgasm once more at a very rapid pace despite her not particularly trying very hard. 

She slows down after a few minutes, just barely thrusting into you, rather sitting idly instead the change in pace causes you to groan in displeasure, aching to cum at this point. 

You are thankful for her actions though as your server approaches your table with your meals. 

“Salmon with grilled vegetables?” she asks first, holding out the plate. 

“That’s mine” Alexia smiles at the girl, allowing her to place the plate in front of her. 

“And that means the grilled chicken salad is yours?” the server confirms, working to ensure that she has both meals correct. 

“Yes thank youuu” you force yourself to elongate your sentence as Alexia harshly thrusts both fingers into your pussy as you reply. 

“Yeah of course” the girl answers sweetly, not at all aware of what is occurring across and underneath the table right in front of her. “If you need anything else just signal me over and I will be happy to help, unless you need anything else now?” 

“Would it be too much to ask for a bottle of Chardonnay? We are actually celebrating, we got married yesterday, babe show her your ring” Alexia urges, she would show her own but the hand that it is on is currently knuckle deep in your pussy. 

“Oh wow congratulations you two! I will get you a bottle on the house” she answers sweetly. 

When you don’t immediately show off your ring Alexia halts her fingers deep inside your pussy, you don’t mind feeling a sense of relief that she is no longer building your orgasm while the server is at the table. She knows this though so she continues pushing deeper until you finally place your hand on the table showing off the extravagant ring that Alexia had bought you. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful! Your wife clearly has amazing taste” she admires the ring for far too long for your liking. 

“I like to think I do” Alexia answers smugly obviously making an innuendo. 

“Well I will be back with the wine and congratulations again” 

She walks away and as soon as her back is facing the table Alexia begins pumping into you again, the quick pace of her fingers drawing you impossibly close to your orgasm. 

The two of you begin to eat your meal, Alexia only using one hand, keeping up with thrusting, making the multi-tasking look extremely easy. 

It is too good to be true though as the server approaches the table with the wine that Alexia clearly only asked for so that she could continue to tease you with someone else in your presence. 

“Here is our best wine for the newlyweds, we hope you enjoy it. The chef would also like to offer a free dessert to the both of you as a congratulations”  

“Thank you so much, you are so lovely” Alexia replies, using the phrase that she always uses when you are about to cum, clearly speaking to you rather than the server as she is well aware of how close you are to coming undone. 

“Oh of course, it’s no hassle. How is your meal so far?” 

Alexia quickens her pace as you grip your fork impossibly tight, trying to work through your orgasm without making it obvious that is what you are doing. 

Your breath hitches and Alexia pauses right at your g-spot, hitting it repretivetly knowing that is the perfect way to make you cum on command. 

“Absolutely perfect” another phrase Alexia uses in the bedroom escapes her lips, and as it does you hold back the impossibly loud moan that almost escapes, your orgasm dampened slightly by the coughing fit that follows. 

You stand up immediately, barely allowing time for Alexia’s fingers to discreetly leave your pussy as you rush to the bathroom. 

“Is she okay?” the server asks with concern. 

“I think she will be fine, I will go and check on her, thank you so much for the service though” Alexia answers following after you, more than ready for round 2, the meal and wine completely forgotten at this point. 

-

“I can never look at you again” Leila exclaims, horrified at the details of what you did with Alexia. 

“That’s not even half of it” Alexia mutters under her breath, a smirk on her face. 

“What did you say Ale?” Virginia asks, she had heard the statement and was looking to stir up some more drama. 

“I said ‘that’s not even half of it’” Alexia answers louder, laughing lightly as she sees the blush covering your cheeks. 

“Ale definitely fucked (Y/N) in the bathroom as well!” Virginia claims, your cheeks turning a deeper red and Alexia’s throaty chuckle telling her everything she needs to know about the situation. 

“What?!” Leila asks horrified. 

“You are acting like you’ve never had sex Ouahabi” Alexia laughs. 

“No I have but (Y/N) is just a baby” Leila reasons, she had always seen you as her baby sister so the newly discovered details of your private life do not sit well with her. 

“I’m married now Leila, I’m going to have sex” you add, the sentiment making the rest of the group laugh. 

But Leila is not as amused, instead continuing her defensive tirade, “no you aren’t!” 

“Too late for that” Virginia pats Leila on the shoulder as she walks past the girl, the group falling into fits of giggles at both Virginia’s comment and Leila’s annoyed face.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

First Kiss

As per usual on a Friday night, you and Spencer were cuddled up on your armchair watching horror movies. Despite it being a couch built for just one person, and you having a perfectly good normal sized couch also in the room, you and Spencer always silently decided to share that armchair. As an escape from the stresses of your shared careers, you tried your best to ensure that every Friday spent not working a case, was instead spent hanging out with each other. Because best friends who see each other literally everyday at work need an excuse to hang out at each other’s homes, right?

That particular Friday though, was different. The evening started off the same as any other, with you and Spencer choosing a couple of horror flicks to watch until you inevitably passed out wrapped up in each other, a jumpscare would wake you sometime later leading to you both stumbling up to your bed, to fall asleep with your backs pressed together, only to wake up in the morning with your head on his chest - or at least, that’s how you imagined the night would go.

A jumpscare sent your face hiding away in Spencer’s button up shirt as you squealed in fright, and he chuckled.

“After all the horrors we see on a daily basis, you’re still scared by fiction like this?” He teased.

“Of course! We dont encounter supernatural beings that can never die and will continue to stalk you until you die!” You protested, causing Spencer to laugh harder at how jokingly defensive you had gotten.

“Alright, alright, that justifies it.” He noticed that you were still hiding, and his tone changed. “Nothing is going to come and get you, you know, I wouldnt let it within ten miles of you.”

You giggled, pulling away from his chest to look up at him and meet his gaze, which was already locked on you in concern. “You’re the sweetest.”

Spencer smiled at your words. “Only to you.” He paused, and the room fell silent, the sounds of the horror movie suddenly so distant that you pondered if the television had turned itself off, but in reality the moment had wrapped around the both of you and was separating you from everything else.

“Can I kiss you?” Spencer whispered, his voice sounding dazed, but still nervous with the weight of what he was asking.

You nodded wordlessly, and your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into you. As soon as his lips made contact with yours, the whole world seemed to stop and enjoy the long awaited scene that was unfolding. Silent fireworks of every colour ignited as your souls danced together, the most beautiful sentiments being exchanged between you without the need for words. Your mind was blank while simultaneously being filled with thoughts of him, the sensation of his hair between your fingers, his lips on yours, the countless images of his smile that you have been lucky enough to have ingrained in your memory, the sound of his voice, the sound of his heart. You had never felt more encapsulated in your life, you were completely trapped by him in the most beautifully free way, and it was everything you had ever dreamed it could be.

Pulling away, the both of you stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Spencer bit his lower lip, and you could see an expression that was a mixture of disbelief and worry, which mirrored yours. Both of you were caught in the confusion of what had just happened, and whether the other felt the same. But words were lost, neither of you could find any, there were none to say. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you had time to mentally talk yourself out of it, you pulled him back into another kiss, sending your feelings loud and clear in the only way you knew how. And the reciprocation from Spencer was enough to confirm that he felt the same way. His arms went to your waist and pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him, your hands grabbing at each other with a previously wittheld desperation that had finally been unleashed.

First, Spencer broke off into a smile, and you quickly followed suit, causing the kiss to break into a fit of giggles. No words were exchanged, they werent needed, you just turned yourself back around and rested your head on his shoulder, trying to get back into the horror film that you had been ignoring. But, when you looked up and planted a kiss on Spencer’s cheek as though acting on autopilot, you knew that it would be utterly impossible to focus on anything but him.

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Year posted - 2023

*I actually teared up a few times while writing this one, because the dream described in this one is literally a dream I just had a few hours ago. Doesn't help how vivid and real my dreams look and feel.

"I heard you moaning my name in your sleep." Gunnar stated with a smirk, thinking he'd caught her having a wet dream about him. "You died in my dream." (Y/n) frowned before glancing at the rest of the team, who were across the warehouse packing equipment. Gunnar had since frozen at her words, his smirk vanishing. "You all did." She added bitterly before standing up and walking away, suddenly in desperate need for fresh air. The Sweed remind frozen there for several minutes, shocked and honestly appalled by the thought of (Y/n) having to watch them all die. When the guys laughed particularly loud at something that had occurred, Gunnar snapped out of his mind and went looking for (Y/n), finding her smoking a cigarette on the roof. He walked across the roof, and sat beside her, so close their knees touched. It was his way of showing her that he was still here, still alive. But she didn't even turn to look at him, instead the cherry of her cigarette simply glew as she took another long drag, her eyes locked on the darkness of the night sky.

"What happened?" Gunnar asked suddenly, genuinely curious about how bad her dream must have been to shake her up like this. "We were on a mission, on some off the grid tropical island. An island that was lost, and supposedly untouched by man for decades." She took another deep drag, and Gunnar wondered why he'd never noticed her smoking before. "Well that was bullshit of course." She chuckled darkly. "Why were we sent there?" Gunnar asked, his eyes locked solely on her, while her gaze remained elsewhere. "To find and retrieve an ancient artifact. Worth millions. It was like a dream come true, easiest job we'd ever been on. That's what we thought anyways." Her tongue swiped out and across her bottom lip before she continued. "We were deep in the jungle, separated into teams. You, me, and Caesar were travelling down the river in kayaks. Ross, Christmas, and Toll were on foot. They were gonna check an old temple deep within the jungle, we were gonna check an old village nestled within a massive cave a ways down the river." She snuffed out the rest of the cigarette.

"I wasn't there in the dream, but I still saw it happen, Toll had accidentally tripped a booby trap. An old bouncing Betty was triggered, and then he was gone. Then bombs were going off at the base of trees surrounding Ross and Christmas. Ross got pinned, and ended up dying when a wolf with only half a face came and tore his throat out. Christmas made it out, only to be cornered by two Jaguar... I don't know if he'd lost his knives or what... But he... Well he didn't stand a chance." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. It wasn't until then that Gunnar realized just how deeply he cared for (Y/n), as he fought an internal battle to resist taking her in his arms and chasing that nightmare away. "We only had two kayaks, so as usual me and you paired up together. But when Caesar was suddenly shot through the heart, you shoved be out of the boat and into the water, yelling to get the hell out of there until you were also shot through the heart." Tears welled in her eyes, and she didn't even hide wiping them away. The sight broke Gunnars heart. "You guys kept floating down river in the boats, and I stayed in the water beside you, using your bodies as cover, and hoping whoever had shot you would think I had drowned." She sniffled as her nose began to run from her bodies reaction to her crying.

"No such luck I guess. Caesars boat got flipped when it bumped a bolder, tossing his into the water, and breaking part of my cover. A bullet struck the water just a few inches from my head, then my legs got tangled up in this jumble of rocks. Of course my foot got stuck." She shook her head. "You kept floating down the river of course. And I couldn't tear my eyes away, even as I heard men shouting and running into the water. Your voice still ringing in my ears, telling me to get outta here." She ran a hand through her hair, and Gunnar placed his hand right above her knee, trying to offer her comfort. "I uh got my foot free, and tried climbing onto a bolder, hoping to use it as an advantage point." She cleared her throat. "But I was surrounded, mostly by these deformed looking animals, and only about four guys. But they had rifles, and I'd lost mine when you tried saving me." (Y/n) finally turned her gaze to Gunnar then. "I couldn't help but look downstream where you were, sighing in heartbreak as I muttered "Oh Gunnar." Then I was knocked out when one of the men struck me with the butt of his gun." Gunnar realized that what he had heard while she was asleep, and had assumed to be scandalous or lewd, had actually been her parting words to him as he was lost entirely to her.

"I woke up in a cave, one right off the river, it wasn't quiet where we had been headed, but probably not far off. Anyways I had my hands tied behind my back, and I was struggling to stand up. When I did I saw that wolf with half a face. One side was normal, while the other side was missing all the skin and most of the muscle, like it was dead and decaying." (Y/n) had since turned her eyes back to the far distance. "And it wasn't until it looked at me and growled that I realized it was gnawing on Ross's severed arm. Lucky ring." She sighed heavily, and Gunnar gave her leg a light squeeze, encouraging her to continue. "I could hear this rhythmic thumping coming from a corridor to my right, it was alluring in a way, almost hypnotic. Knowing I was the only one left I needed to decide if getting the job done was worth it, or if running away was a better idea. I know most of you guys would have wanted me to run and save myself, but I couldn't just let you all die for nothing, I just needed to figure out what I was going to do." Gunnar frowned deeper, knowing that's exactly what they'd want, and that's exactly what she'd do. And he hated it.

"I don't really remember how I got my hands free, I think I used a stalagmite, or something like that. But right as I broke my bonds one of the guys from before had entered the chamber. He was the one that had the sniper, and had killed you and Caesar." (Y/n)'s fingers moved to pick at a string on the hem of her shirt. "He started talking about the artifact we were there for, about how it had some effect on living things, made them bloodthirsty, dangerous. He didn't seem upset about it, or about what he'd done. He was smiling in fact, as if he were proud of his accomplishments. Fucking asshole." She hissed as she shook her head. "He just kept monologuing, and then these weird monkey looking things started attacking my legs. So I kicked the little bastards off, one of them tried jumping at me, but I caught it by the throat, and I just squeezed and just kept squeezing even after I'd felt it's neck break. I... I was so angry, so... Heartbroken." (Y/n) wiped her eyes as a new wave of tears threatened to spill.

"Something had happened then, and despite clearly being on the same team, the guy and that wolf were now at each other's throats. It was as if the violence I had caused, triggered something in everything around me and they all just started killing eachother." She swallowed thickly. "I took my chance and took off down the corridor I heard the thumping coming from. And the closer I got to it, the odder the corridor became. The floor had turned into a small stream, with sand, rocks, and everything. But the walls, the walls were the strangest thing. It was as if they were made of carved wax, intricate tribal designs carved all across the walls, which were shiny from a thin layer of it melting in the heat that was coming from further down the hall." She frowned as she tried in vain to understand. "When I reached the chamber the floor had eroded into a pit filled with fire, while a narrow path lead to the artifact. The artifact itself was just a small statue of some lost deity, but you could still feel it's power. It wasn't until I managed to tear my eyes away from the statue, that I realized you were all hanging from the ceiling. Even Toll, who was only a pair of legs by that point. I screamed and cried, and I realized that this thing couldn't leave the island, and neither could I." She chuckled bitterly.

"I never have had the nerve to ask Ross to teach me how to fly." She then shook her head before continuing. "I knew you had what I needed, because you were the only one crazy enough to carry c4 in your pocket for "emergencies". So I scaled the wall and ceiling, cussing and crying the entire time from how much it hurt my muscles and hands, until I reached you." Gunnar squeezed her leg again, and this time (Y/n) rest her head against his shoulder, sighing deeply as she did so. "You looked so peaceful, like you were only sleeping. I remember resting my forehead against yours, whispering about how I wasn't far behind. And after placing a kiss..." She hesitated, but the feeling of Gunnar leaning ever so slightly into her kept her talking. "Against your lips. I took what I would need, and made my way back down to the ground. I then planted the c4 and set up the detonator, when I was finished with that I sat on the ground beside the statue, looking up at all of you and whispering my apology for failing you all. And with one final look at you, I triggered the detonator." She sat upright from leaning against Gunnar. "Then I woke up, found you all okay and in good spirits. But I can't get those images out of my head, how real it all felt, how much it hurt to watch you die, and for what? For nothing." Gunnar stopped her rambling by taking a gentle hold of her head and turning her to him.

"That's never gonna happen." He assured her before closing the distance between them, kissing her tenderly despite wanting to pour all of his want into their first kiss. (Y/n) had jumped in surprise initially, but quickly melted into the kiss, having been harboring a crush on Gunnar for years now. Gunnar pulled away first, both of them still a little dazed from the kiss. "We're never going to a lost island, and we are never going to go retrieve some ancient artifact." (Y/n) smiled at his words, a content sigh passing her lips when he kissed her once more. This time when he pulled away he had a smile on his face. "And Barney is going to teach you how to fly that shitty plane of his." He added as he pulled her hands into his own, his thumbs tracing the backs of her hands as they simply gazed at eachother. "Whatever you say big guy." (Y/n) hummed softly, knowing he was true to his word, despite the almost playful look in his eyes. All was well in the world, because they were alive, he was alive. And now he was hers.

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I love the idea of being in high school with Sebastian Kydd, having the biggest crush on him ever before being ropped in by the cool kids at a party to play spin the bottle- of course Sebastian is sitting there smiling at you.

I’m not okay. I’m literally obsessed with this!! Thank you so much for submitting and I hope you enjoy:)

Locker Neighbor

Summary: Y/n and Sebastian have been locker neighbors for the past couple years. She develops a crush on him and it seems as though fate wants them together.

Warnings: Donna (Eye-roll), mentions of vomit, alcohol and pot.

Word count: 1,045

Sebastian Kydd. My locker neighbor and my crush since freshman year. I knew I’d never be lucky enough to date him, he was always super nice to me but it’s Sebastian, he always had girls hanging off of him, just begging for a moment of attention. He did pay attention to one girl though, Donna. Donna and I were best friends all through elementary and middle school but when I refused to become one of her minions, she threw me away. She did always did invite me to parties though, she always made sure to tell me why though- I made her and her hot friends look good, after they look at me, the girls are irresistible.

I was digging my chemistry book out of my locker, failing miserably. It was time to clean out my locker. “Need some help there?” Sebastian asked. “If you wouldn’t mind.” I said with a laugh as I stepped away from my locker. He reached in and almost instantly pulled the book out. “I hate you.” I said with a laugh. “You’re welcome.” He said smiling as he opened his own locker. I looked at him for a moment, appreciating his beautiful plump lips, his blue eyes, everything about him until Donna came up behind us and basically pushed a flyer in my face. “Be there.” She said to me. I looked at the paper, a Valentine’s Day party invitation. “I hope to see you there too.” She said, dragging her hand over Sebastians arm, winking as she walked away.

I looked over the flyer and then handed it to Sebastian. “Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do. Are you going?” He asked. “Uh yeah, probably. I might have some gals to hang out with but if I have some free time I might stop by.” I said quickly. Good lord, I get nervous and this is what I do. He gave me a confused look and walked away with an “Ok.” I just blew it.

February 14th

It was the night of the party and I was nervous to say the least. I hadn’t seen Sebastian since the word vomit day. I’ve said the wrong things out of nervousness before but never that bad and it was the look he gave me when I walked away. “Carrie, what do I wear?!” I cried, my entire closet was on my bedroom floor at this point. “How about the white one with the little hearts on it?” She asked over the phone. “It’s basically lingerie!” I said, looking at the short, fitted, V-neck dress with lace trim. “You’re trying to catch his eye, right?” She asked. “I guess you’re right.” I sighed. “Thanks care.” I said. “Of course.” She said and hung up. I put the skimpy dress on, it fit really nicely. I put on a little pair of red heels and a white cardigan. I checked my hair and makeup one more time in the mirror before walking two houses down to the Ladonna household.

If you wanted me to be honest, the party was raging, music playing loud, red solo cups at every turn. I avoided some drunk puking high schoolers and made my way into the house. It was crazier inside. There were kids on tables, even more red solo cups, joints being passes around. It was insane. Not my kind of party. I decided against getting punch since I didn’t feel like being trashed, so I went for a brownie before I saw one of the stoners grab one. Pot brownies, great.

I walked through the party until I spotted Sebastian, he was sitting on the couch, a girl on each side of him, both doing everything they could for his attention but he wouldn’t give it to them. He sat looking at the fireplace in front of them until he turned to look at me. “Y/n!” He said, waving me over. “Hey locker neighbor.” I said, walking over to him. “Hey neighbor.” He mumbled, looking over my body. “You look nice.” He said. “Thank you.” I said smiling. I rocked back on my heels as we sat in an awkward silence, those girls finally figuring out he’s not interested. “This party is crazy, I um wa-” I was cut off as Donna grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “We’re playing spin the bottle. You land on Walt, he’s lonely since the break-up. I’m getting Sebastian.” She said and she was right, she was great at landing on someone specific. I nodded and we all went down to the basement and sat in a circle in a rather large group of probably 20. Donna made sure to squeeze next to Sebastian and I sat across from Walt, waving at the nice friend.

Someone set the bottle down and the game began. After what felt like hours it was Donna’s turn. I watched the bottle spin, and spin, and spin… until it landed on a random guy. She missed, never have I seen her not get who she wanted. We all watched the awkward kiss and the bottle was passed around again until it was my turn. I was supposed to be aiming for Walt but no, I’m going to Seb. I watched as the bottle spun 4 times until it slowed, pointing to Sebastian. I looked up, an excited look on my face, meeting his knowing smirk. I slid on my knees over to him, stopping a good distance from him. He tilted his head, the smirk still pulling at his lips.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him before crashing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, inhaling his musky scent. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, I granted him permission and our tongues massaged against each other. I had tunnel vision at this point and forgot anyone else was in the room as I sighed against his lips, him obviously having the same idea as he hands grabbed my ass. “Oh my God, get a room!” Donna yelled, storming out. we quickly pulled back from each other, our eyes staring into each other’s. “Donna’s right, we might need a room.” Sebastian said. “Yep, agreed.” I said with a nod as he helped me up after him.

Do we need a part 2?👀