#tightness in my chest and shallow breathing in the shower this morning

[miniatureeyes]

yo what do you guys do to keep your electrolyte/ potassium levels up? trying so hard to eat a variety to balance nutrition but my heart still isn’t happy

[starkeyisthelastname]

stepbro!rafe jealous of reader and her bf at the christmas party.. then following her upstairs and fucking her while everyone else is out there

I went a little overboard. 🥴 this is very dirty. You’ve been warned

Rafe had no idea what you saw in that bozo, Chad. He was a kook who was perfect in the eyes of Ward and your mother. Attending Chapel Hill, excellent grades, a gentleman, gave back to the community. All things he was not or had given up due to his addiction to coke or constant disappointment from his father. The problem was that Chad didn’t know you like he did. He watched with squinted blue eyes as you giggled at something the douche had said. You two stood by the glittering Christmas tree as Sarah took a picture of the two of you.

The mini Burberry skirt you wore that barely covered your ass, had his cock straining against the khaki pants he wore. The fact that, that asshole got to be by your side all a night during this party had his blood boiling. He downed the amber liquid in his glass as he watched you tell Sarah that you had forgotten something upstairs. With the party busy, he easily followed you up the immaculate staircase towards your room.

Humming a Christmas song, you skipped over to the decorated pink Christmas tree in the corner of your room. Bending down, you picked up the gift you had forgotten only to hear the door shut and lock behind you. You turned around to see Rafe, eyes almost black as his jaw tensed while he looked at you. “You are quite the good little actress aren’t you.” He cracked out, voice low. “Your perfect little boyfriend has no idea that the same lips that kissed him tonight were wrapped around my cock this morning does he?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the memory of sucking your step-brother’s cock in the shower that morning. It was more than wrong. Not only because you had a boyfriend but hello because he was your step-brother. Your step-brother who had a dick that was made for you. You began to stutter out something when his tall frame stalked towards you, hand gripping your throat. “You are gonna lay here and take my dick while your dumbass boyfriend looks for you downstairs.”

He shoved you onto your perfectly made bed, ring adored hand ripping the $340.00 designer tights. The red jeweled thong you wore was torn off, while his hand that was on your neck came down to release his monster from the confinement of his Calvin Klein’s. He pulled you closer, one leg resting on his broad shoulder while the other was bent back towards your chest. “Gimme your phone.” He demanded.

You didn’t even have time to ask why when he grabbed it from where it sat on one of your furry pillows. He unlocked it, the familiar ding of taking a video making your head perk up. “Rafe- what are you do-..” You were cut off by him slamming in all nine inches into your slick cunt, making you let out a gasp instead. Your phone getting a closeup view of your step-brother’s cock sliding in and out of your leaking pussy.

“Shit- look at that my man Chad. Look at the mess your girlfriend is making on my dick.” Rafe chuckled as the camera captured the sounds of your squelching pussy. His thrusts sped up at at a pace, you knew only Rafe could make happen. Whimpers and whines being the only sounds you could make out, as he bruised your cervix. You knew exactly what he was doing. Taking a video to send to the same boyfriend you were just taking pictures with.

“Tell him that you are taking your step-brother’s dick like a good slut.” The older boy spit out, his free hand gripping your hair to make you look directly at the camera. You couldn’t find words, looking completely cock drunk, despite your makeup still being flawless. Your breath began to shallow as you could already feel your orgasm coming strong.

“Tell him or I’ll fucking spot right now.”

You shuttered, your hands gripping the fluffy duvet while you looked at the camera. “No- please don’t daddy.” You cry out, Rafe’s favorite nickname making him want to blow right there. “I’m taking my step-brother’s dick like a good slut.” Your climax hitting hard as you squirted all over Rafe’s NorthFace fleece.

Your thighs shook as you came down from your high, collapsing onto the bed and listening to the sounds above you.

“Open your fucking mouth.” Rafe grunted, pulling out quickly as he aimed his seed on your tongue, your pretty face accidentally getting covered in it as more unexpectedly shoots out.

The video was sent to Chad with the caption underneath reading.

Merry Christmas.

[lyneyluv]

lengthy drabble. nsfw utc. mdni, 18+.

childe can’t keep his mind off you. you're like a magnet to him—no matter what you do, you pull him in. you can bet that if his gaze isn't on you, then something else is, whether it be his arm around your shoulders or a hand on your waist.

you've entranced him in a way that makes him need you like water—as if the very breath from his lungs would be ripped away from him if he's apart from you. his eyes are always searching for you- that is if you aren’t already by his side. yes, he's a teensy bit obsessed, but its all within reason! you're such a cutie; he's just making sure nobody tries to make a move when they see he's gone. you're his girl. nobody else's.

with that being said, loving you makes his business trips so unbearably hard. he can barely handle leaving the house every morning, how is he supposed to handle multiple days away?

he'll get back to his temporary home after a long day, all worked up and just needing you. lo and behold, you aren't there. poor guy has to fend for himself for a couple days. but he just can't stop thinking about you :( he can't help it!! you're the light of his life, and when you walk around looking like everything he has ever dreamed of and more, he can't help but want to indulge in everything you have to offer. unfortunately for him, you're a couple nations over.

despite the distance, he can't help but wonder what you might be doing. are you alone? are your showering? have you eaten? is your mind plagued with thoughts of him like his is with you? his hands drag over his face in a poor attempt to derail his train of thought, but the heat crawling up his body grows too hard to ignore. without even knowing, he's thought himself into a corner. he doesn't want to bother you this late, but he has to hear your voice.

picking up his phone as he lays in bed, ajax dials your number. "angel..." he muses as he hears the line pick up.

"hi, baby," you groan out—it might be late, but you're still happy to hear from your boy. "long day? i miss you."

oh archons. just hearing your voice makes his pants grow impossibly tight. "were you sleeping? i didn't mean to wake you," he hums, hit brows knitting in a frown.

"yeah," you yawn and stretch your limbs out over your fart too empty bed, "but it's alright, i miss you too much to be mad." you giggle out. "what's my handsome ajax doing right now?"

he exhales at your words. "oh, you know..." a blush creeps up his cheeks as he looks around the empty room, "missing you," he pauses, thinks, and proceeds. "missing the way you feel," he trails off, his free hand running over his growing tent. he continues through shallow breaths as he speaks mindlessly into the phone. "i miss your kisses," he undoes the zipper of his pants as he pulls the waistband down, "i miss your hands," he grabs his length as it hardens under his fingers, wishing they were your own, "i miss your mouth," his hips stutter as he spreads the leaking precum over his tip, "fuck—i miss your pussy..."

he continues his work as he babbles into your ear, a desperate effort to turn you on and have you somehow magically appear next to him so he could fuck himself dumb into you. his pupils dilate and a low groan erupts from his chest as he hears your soft mewls beginning to fall from the speaker. he's fucking his fist, trying his best to hold back his moans as deeps groans slip out here and there.

he loves you so much. he'd quit his stupid job if it meant he could stay buried within your cunt forever. "wanna fuck a baby into you so bad... jus' wanna be inside you all the time," he whispers out, his thrusts becoming frantic and rushed as he chases his high. "so perfect, i never wanna be away from you," he pictures you underneath him, legs wrapped around his torso as he pounds relentlessly into your core. "fuck—you miss me angel? y'miss me fucking you full? gonna let me come home and cum inside you?"

with whatever strength you have left from your own personal pleasure, you hum through the phone. that's all it takes for his release to come rushing through him, roped of white cum staining his tensed abs. you hear him panting through the phone.

"i'll be home soon, angel," he says sweetly, "you better keep your word." you can hear his smirk through the phone.

©𝑙𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑣 ’24

[secret-smut-sideblog]

My Love Is A Dagger

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ violence, self harm, feelings of unworthiness, angst, durge having imposter syndrome, p-in-v, sub/dom, vulnerable sex, hurt/comfort, tenderness

Getting close to her absolution, the urge is reaching a fever pitch. She has to take drastic measures to protect the one she loves...

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Waking from another nightmare she stared at the roof of his tent, trying to stay quiet. Tears sliding down the sides of her face, chest heaving.

Well, nightmare is not the right word. A demented wet dream is closer.

Her confrontation with her bloodkin on the precipice, her sanctioned return to her home. The temple of her origin. Gods she dreaded it and was repeatedly proved right.

Already nearing oblivion when she had to run for her life, well his life, the night she was nearly lost.

The urge had taken a new tactic since then; barraging her with arousing dreams of her unrealized violence. Her hands dealing untold death. Waves of blood and pleasure.

This was the first time her violent dreams had been about him, so it must be getting desperate. Gods, cutting him open and watching the life drain from his eyes. She shivered at the thought.

Aware of the wetness between her legs she grimaced, ashamed.

Enough. She'd had enough.

He laid in trance next to her, tranquil. Hand holding her waist. None the wiser.

A fresh and violent need ripped through her at the sight of him, almost blinding her. Reaching for her dagger, just give in. Give in and it will stop. Stop, stop, stop.

White knuckled around the blade, she stared at him. Her love, his soft breathing. Face so foolishly relaxed, his long lashes kissing his cheeks. So beautiful.

She can make it quick, just do it.

Take him apart.

Driving the dagger down into her hand she muffled a cry. Felt the tip meet the blankets nestled under them. The pain excruciating but itching the need. Blood is blood.

"Mmphh," She heard him starting to wake.

Of course. Blood. Fuck she did not think this through.

She slowly, carefully, maneuvered her body out from his side. Feeling his hand reach for her as she got up. His sleeping body whining discontently.

"I'll be back in a moment." She whispered to him, kissing his hairline. Holding her dripping hand as far from him as she could.

Sneaking out, shocked she got away with it she hurried to the stream nearby. Though she wanted to pace for a while, an old habit, she knew she should return quickly. It made him nervous, for obvious reasons, when she would slip away.

Dipping her screaming wound in the cool water she closed her eyes. Laughing meanly at herself.

Gods he deserved better. Better than a broken machine that was made to fulfill one purpose. How happy, how content he could be with a fresh new thing. A sweet flower who could lay next to him all night and shower him with love. Nothing but adoration in their mind.

How good that would be for him, something soft. Something holy.

Her tears dropping in the water. A shallow sob pulling through her throat. The moving water red with her shame.

She wanted to run, run until she broke apart entirely. Let him, all of their companions, live without her, be free. Their love entirely misplaced, it would be better suited for someone else.

She ripped a long strip from her shirt tiredly, wrapping it tight around her palm. Some blood still seeping to the surface, but it would have to do.

On tip-toe she hushed back into his tent. Slipping under the covers, she tried to push all thought from her mind. Turning to slot back into his embrace. Would have to figure out a way to explain her hand in the morning. Gods nothing was ever simple.

His eyes were open and trained on her. Unreadable.

Shit.

She tried to come up with a plausible reason why she had gotten up, why she had the telltale tang of blood on her. Mind racing, but coming up short. The pain in her hand clouding her.

"Where did you go?" He asked, caring but suspicious. "And why do I smell blood?"

"I-" she started, eyes still tight with tears.

She knew he loved her, would want to talk with her about what's bothering her. That made it worse. Gods why did they all care so deeply for her? They knew what she was. Had they no sense?

She took a shaky breath out, decided on the truth. "I wanted to hurt you again."

Pulling on her forearm he brought her bandaged hand to his face. Kissing it softly. Eyes swimming with emotion.

He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, pressing a kiss into her cheek, her jaw.

"And do you still want to hurt me?" He murmured, hand threading behind her head.

"No, not now." She sighed into his touch, allowing herself to be pulled under his body. Intoxicated. "But I will." She added, trying to realign the conversation.

"But you wont." He countered, voice sure. "You're stronger than that." Hand pulling up on her waist, nuzzling into her neck.

"I missed you." Lips brushing against her skin. Hands adoring but needful.

"Astarion, I was only gone for a moment." She sighed, her will breaking. He had such a way of making her fall apart. His touch heaven.

"I hate when you leave me at night." He pressed his words into her throat, "You should always be here." Patting the bedroll.

"Here with me... would you like that? Being bound to me?"

Her eyes went wide at this line of questioning. Astarion was not an altruistic man, not interested in sharing. He had been a careful and attentive lover but she knew this about him.

She had seen the near imperceptible cut in his eyes when Halsin would put a hand on her back. The slight taut in his forearms when Gale leaned in and touched her bicep, talking excitedly about the soup he was working on.

Had seen glimpses of a possessive pull but brushed it off. He had never forbade her from seeking out other bodies. She hadn't, mind, but it wasn't off the table. Though they were so close he had never brought this up before.

His voice hot with need now, lips pulling and nipping at her neck. She groaned, arching into him.

"I want you all to myself." He moaned. Hands pulling her shirt up over her head. "They all look at you. Want you. But they cant have you."

Mouth worshipping her clavicle, the curve of her breast. Now down to just her soaking underclothes. She spread her legs wide, her hands pushing his hips into her.

"Please, be just mine."

She understood that this was a confession, a desire. A deep longing that he was sharing with her. Found herself wrapped up in it.

"You can have me however you want me." She moaned truthfully. "Take what you need." Pulling his head to her breast.

He growled into her, mouth descending on her hard peak. Licking suckling circles around her.

She bucked into him, a high whine. Hands shaking she pulled open the ties on his trousers. The air heavy with a desperate lust.

Already at full mast she wrapped her hand around him, slowly pumping.

He groaned a whimper into her chest. Hand fumbling at her underclothes. Never leaving her body, forearm bracing himself next to her head.

It was very unlike him to skip foreplay, Gods he was usually content to torture her for what felt like hours. That wicked grin all over his face. Often not even finding his end.

Now he was vibrating with need, his breath hot against her torso.

"I'm yours. I'm yours." She chanted into the curl of his hair as he came back up, her underclothes hanging from one shin. Already wet from her midnight emissions, she was drenched now. Pulling up her leg to give him room.

He aligned himself and pushed inside her, a little choke in his throat.

His pace slow and careful, almost nervous. She rested her arm up around his back, her wounded hand cradling his head. Hips coming up to meet him. "You feel so good." She whispered into him.

His other arm coming up to brace him, his pace breaking. Hips coming in harder, sloppier. His breath a loud pant.

"Keep talking," He urged, voice strained.

"Gods you're perfect. Fuck, the way you stretch me..." She groaned, the words tumbling out.

"I crave this when we're apart. Your body all over me." His pace reaching brutality. Hips snapping hard into her. His pants a fast rhythmic plea.

"I want you to come deep inside me. Is that what you want?" She forced out through her rising climb.

"Yes, oh Gods yes," He whimpered, sweat pooling on his brow, dripping down his jaw. She leaned up to lick it off him.

Hand coming to wrap gently around his throat. "Like this? Do you want to fill me like this?"

Saw his eyes go wide then hitch back in his head. "Yes," he groaned. "Harder."

She pressed more on his clavicle, fingers clenching slightly.

"You come when I say you do."

He nodded, eyes pulled shut hard in concentration. Hips rolling into her. His face in strained ecstasy.

The sight of her slender hand on his throat igniting her. So so close to what she needed. Wrapping python around his hips, coming up to grind hard into him. Animal. Feral.

His forearms shaking. Fingernails digging into the sheets. Muffled little yelps as her hips hit him.

"Do you want me to come all over you? Riding myself on you like this?"

He whined into her hold, eyes wide. Biting his lower lip. Nodding fervently. Pleading.

His sweet eyes too much, she erupted. Going rigid against him. A strangled shriek as she rode the punishing wave. Clenching down in vicious pulses around him.

He buckled down, cursing weakly, her pull almost collapsing him. Hips still pushing as far into her as he could. So very nearly undone, his hair wet with sweat. Face flushed. A mess.

"Now."

His eyes screwing shut he shattered into her. She shoved her wrist into his mouth to muffle him, a keening cry into her flesh. Biting down on instinct, blood bursting against his mouth.

Her hand pushing on his throat. Driving her hips into him, again and again. Only the whites of his eyes visible, eyelids stuttering. Shaking and writhing over her. A last desperate thrust as she felt the fullness inside. Already leaking out over her backside.

She gently cupped his chin, kissing him soft. Her blood smearing across her face. Licking it with a groan into her mouth.

"Was that too much?" She asked, coming back to herself.

He laughed, still a panting mess. Wiping his face, grabbing some cloth and cleaning their spill from her. Pulling her to lay on his chest.

"That was incredible, darling." The shocked elation evident in his voice. Licking up the stray blood from her wrist. "Gods I dont know if I've ever had it like that before."

She believed him, the vulnerability still making her heart thrill.

"Was it too much for you?" He murmured, hand trailing her shoulder, her forearm.

"I dont know." She answered truthfully. "I did like it. A lot."

After a moment of quiet, the insect song on the air, she spoke. "Did you mean what you said, about being yours?"

"Yes." He said simply. "Well, yes and no. I want you to be mine, but not my possession. You're free to leave me. If you want that. I want to be yours only."

"Oh have you been seeing someone on the side? Anyone I know?" She teased.

"I'm serious, my love."

"Of course," She said, smiling over at him. "I'm all yours. Until one of our violent ends." Her heart getting heavy again, the pain in her hand a visceral reminder. "Or you finally, correctly, decide to be done with me."

His eyebrows threaded together for a moment. "Do you think that? That I should leave you?"

Fuck how did he cut through her so easily.

Her mouth formed a thin line, staring into his big soft crimson eyes.

"Yes." Closing her eyes, sighing. "Often."

"That's not your decision to make."

Hitting her hand against the tent floor in frustration. "I know."

Looking over at him, eyes sorrowful. "But you should really reconsider. You could do so much better."

"Find someone sweet, good. Someone who can love you in an untainted way, cherish you. Not try to kill you constantly. Gods that's the bare minimum." Laughed sharply at herself again. "Settle down, maybe get a little cottage. Or run some high end store. Fuck, maybe figure out how to pop out some babies that won't be destined to bring about the end of the world."

Cupping his cheek, eyes pleading. "You dont have to do this. You dont have to be stuck here, in this place with me."

"First off," He started, frustration flaring in his eyes. "I wouldnt even want children even if I could sire them." He shuddered. "Messy little things." She smiled, despite herself.

"And all of that domestication? With someone besides you? Dreadfully dull." He scoffed.

"In this little," Waving his hand flippantly. "Scenario of yours, am I just supposed to be a dutiful husband to some stranger? Just tottering around? All docile and plain? Darling, you have not worked this out in my favor at all."

"And as if," He got up on elbows, eyes bright in indignation. Oh he was really started now. "Resisting your urges at every turn does not prove that you are good, the best of us. The immense strength and compassion you hold."

"I killed Alfira..." She murmured, eyes down.

"You were asleep! Hell's below you-" Grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are a bright burning light. You are good. You are everything to me."

"I would be dead, enslaved, twice over if you hadn't taken me in out of the kindness of your heart. I held a knife to your throat and you welcomed me with open arms! You are good!"

The tears spilling down her cheeks only spurned him on. "Ask anyone, our camp mates, Hells even some random on the streets of Lower City, and they will know you and sing your praises. You are not the make of your birth. Your worth is not the thing in your head."

"I know." She sniffled, cupped his hand holding her chin. "Its just so hard. All the time."

"I know, I know." He swept her into his arms. "We're going to help you. We've gotten out of worse, we'll figure a way to get it out of you. I'm not going anywhere my love." She melted into him, tears staining his shirt.

"I dont deserve you. Any of you. Thank you." She hushed into his collarbone.

"If you dont stop that I'm going to make you sleep outside."

She laughed wetly into his collar. Nuzzling her head deeper into him. "And miss me all night? You wouldn't dare."

He sighed. "You're impossible." Hands running up her sides, tangling in her hair. Groaning softly.

"Astarion, already?" She admonished. Gods he was insatiable now.

"Well I've got all night to defend my side of the argument, dont I?" He purred in her ear.

~

Part 6

[wri0thesley]

Thirst:

Yandere is helping their darling put on their corset the day after they tried to escape. The yandere starts to tighten the corset more and more until their beloved can barely breathe while they warn them about the repercussions of trying to escape again.

oh, this has ayato written all over it.

you'd been terrified, when you were dragged before him by the shuumatsuban members who had been assigned to bring you back - had expected to be hit, or railed at, or to have ayato give some awful order for your neck to the snapped or everyone you have ever loved to suffer in your place--

you had not expected him to simply scoop up your chin and smile that princely smile, voice polite and cool as he'd said 'ah. i was wondering where you'd gotten to, songbird. it's getting late. shall we retire to bed?'

you hadn't slept a wink. you had laid beside ayato with your eyes wide open and your heart rabbiting in your chest, your entire body prickling with fear. ayato is not a kind man. you cannot bring yourself to fall asleep and not know if you may ever wake up.

you hadn't truly realised what was happening until the next morning, when thoma had opened the windows and fetched your lord's clothes and then fetched your own.

you do not recognise the corset that lays atop of the pile, but ayato has a habit of showering you with fancy things. you think nothing of it as you pick it up, waiting for some maid or other to come and assist you whilst thoma assists ayato--

but he shakes his head and smiles and dismisses thoma. 'how about i dress you today, my darling?' he asks, and you can hardly say no when he has been so . . . accommodating, after your silly little escape attempt. so you stand there as he loosens the ribbons and snaps the busk. you stand there as he begins to pull. and pull, and pull, and pull--

"th-that's tight enough--" you start to say, but ayato simply tugs harder. your words get caught in your throat. ayato says, in that irritatingly calm voice;

"it's tight enough when i say it is."

he keeps going. you go dizzy, your vision spotting, as he pulls and pulls and the boning tightens upon you and your movement is more and more restricted. you cannot breathe. you cannot do anything but stand there. even when you try and whisper out that it's too much, ayato simply tugs at the lacing again.

when you think if he goes another millimetre you will faint away, he finally stops. steps away from you. you can take only small steps, shallow breaths. ayato's fingers ghost under your chin as he pulls you into a kiss that speaks of nothing so much as possession.

"i should like to see you try and run now, little songbird," he murmurs, and he bids you follow him out of the room.

[anxiouslypensive]

Date Night

Summary: Greg has to make a rain check for date night

Words: 1k

Mystrade Monday: Prompt #99 “You were always good to me”

A/N: I’m a little late, but it’s finally complete

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

Part 2/full story on Ao3

Greg regretted not taking Sally’s offer on coffee this morning. Though he normally would, Mycroft had been persuading him to ease back on the caffeine.

After explaining that he didn’t want to show up to work with the eyes and reaction speed of a zombie his lovely boyfriend offered to make him tea in the morning.

However as he was chasing a criminal down the damp and grimey alleyway he wanted to change his answer. He was hoping that today would more paperwork than grunt work. As much as he loved being out in the field, today was date night and he didn’t want to be too fatigued after work.

Unfortunately, luck was not on his side. The stench would take at least 2 showers and half a bottle of Mycroft’s fancy body wash to get out.

Sherlock had taken a different route to cut off the crook, hopefully that would pay off any time now. His legs were aching and he didn’t know if he could keep up the pace any longer. The only thing making this worse was not knowing if the suspect had a weapon. This was really risky and Greg didn’t want anybody getting hurt.

“Just stop running and cooperate! We can work out a deal! You’re only making it worse!” He shouted at the man that was only about 2 meters ahead of him.

“Fuck off!”

Well that wasn’t very cordial.

The blinking of a red light near the top of a building caught Greg’s eye. CCTV. Looks like he wouldn’t have to explain why he needed an extra hour to prepare for their date.

God where was Sherlock when you needed him. The amount of trash being thrown in an attempt to slow him down was taking it’s toll.

If Sherlock wasn’t going to show soon then Greg would have take matters into his own hands. He really didn’t want to do this.

Mustering up all the energy he had left he sped up suddenly and made and attempt to tackle the criminal. This was going to hurt.

Of course they managed to tumble into two metal trash bins. As they fell the other man thrashed to get out of his grasp.

“Gah- would you- stop tha-“

The suspect managed to use his weight to shove Greg into the bins again. That was going to bruise. Somehow in the midst of the struggle he got pinned to the concrete. The impact dazed him, his vision darkening.

The last thing he heard and felt before he lost consciousness was a solemn apology, and a sharp but warm pang in his stomach.

.

.

.

“-ohn! It’s Gavin!”

How long had he been out..it couldn’t be too long. He still had a date to get to.

“Wake up Lestrade. Come on. Mycroft will have us all deported if I let you leave.”

“Wh..where am I going?”

Suddenly aware of what was happening he let out a grunt of pain.

“Sherlock get your bloody scarf off of my stomach. Why are you pressing on me so hard.”

Through bleary eyes he could see Sherlock’s grim expression. No. Not like this.

The silence was all he needed.

“Bollocks.”

“John has the suspect. I’m going to switch with him, so I need you to stay alive.”

Without missing a beat Sherlock stood abruptly and went in what he presumed the direction of the man who caused this.

John rushed over and replaced the pressure.

“It’s going to be alright Greg. Help is coming soon.”

He gave a weary to his friend. As much as he appreciated the optimism, the blood loss had already taken it’s toll.

Trying to focus on his breathing was easier than it sounded. His lungs felt like they were being squeezed and his chest felt tight. In the distance he could hear the sound of a shoe making impact with a body.

“Sher-“ Greg stopped himself from finishing his word, bile had unexpectedly tried to come up as he was attempting to speak.

He took a couple shallow breaths and tried again.

“Please.”

“Call Mycroft.”

John furrowed his eyebrows but took out his phone regardless.

“You’re going to make it Greg. Just hang in there.”

John dialed the number, placed it next to Greg’s ear, and after barely one ring it picked up.

“Yes I am on my way, the medical staff is already on standby waiti-“ The frantic voice of his boyfriend could be heard clearly.

“Mycroft…”

“Gregory..”

Greg squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of pain washed over him.

“I’m sorry honey. But..I..I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to dinner.”

“Gregory just. Just hang on please. I’m begging you, I’m almost there just hold on for me.”

It was almost humorous. He didn’t think he had ever heard the great Mycroft Holmes beg for something.

“I love you Myc.”

“Gregory! Do not even think about saying your goodbyes right now. I will make sure you are healthy enough to deal with Sherlock by next week or so help m-“

“Myc.” He stopped, and listened to the ragged breathing through the phone. It was painful to hear, but every breath meant the love of his life was still alive.

“You were always so good to me.”

Mycroft couldn’t remembered the last time he had cried. He had been to countless political leader’s funerals. Many distant family member’s memorials. Not a single tear shed.

The difference was that he didn’t care about any of them. This could very well be their last conversation and here he was. Unable to utter a response because he was afraid the next sentence would come out stuttered and cracked. So he listened.

“I love you..more than anything Mycroft. And- And if this doesn’t end well. Take care of yourself. Anthea cares about you too. Don’t shut them out.” The nearby sirens of an ambulance could be heard as well as the strain in his beloved’s voice.

“I love you too Greg..more than you could ever know.” Mycroft looked out the window and recognized the building. Before the car could fully stop he was out the door.

Breaking into a full sprint he headed for the spot he had memorized through the cameras.

“Just hold on my love.” Mycroft didn’t get a response back.

Part 2/Full story on ao3

[blazingtheway]

Your Top-shelf is Going to be Mine. – Storyline 16 - Together - Part 1

•- Embry Call -•

“Keep it up and I'll use your top-shelf bourbon has mouthwash, Trouble!”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Smirks.  “Is someone a little touchy this morning? I’ve told you before to stop putting crap in your mouth. You don’t know where it’s been.”

•- Embry Call -•

“Could be worse! At least I didn't wake up to an instant family! Single Mumming in tough. But I have faith in you!”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Aww, are you jealous it wanted a long-term relationship with me, and just a shag from you? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find the one.”

•- Embry Call -•

Throws up a little in my mouth and turns green. “Low blow!”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Pressing my lips together so not to laugh. “Too soon, should have given it a day. Maybe.” Motioning to his teeth. “You missed a bit.”

•- Embry Call -•

“Too soon! Are you not going help me clean up.... I might need a little in the shower to scrub off the stench.” Smirks like what I just said was the ultimate foreplay.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Rubbing my forehead to hide the grin coming to life on my lips. Did he think that wasn’t cheesy? Coughing to clear my throat.  “If you hadn’t chomped on your playmate, you could have saved yourself the trouble.”

•- Embry Call -•

“There’s only one playmate that I'm interested in and you know it.” Smiles.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Licking my lips, with a tilt to my head.  “Oh, do I? Who could that be?”

•- Embry Call -•

“Come closer.... It's a secret.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Hmm… how close?”

•- Embry Call -•

“Close enough to hear what I'm thinking of course.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“I could do that from across the room.”

•- Embry Call -•

“Sure.” I smile and set my hand on her waist, stepping in until I feel her heat. “But it wouldn't feel the same.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Heat erupted up the side of my neck and my heart did it’s delicious dance. “Hmm…” Closing my eyes, I cupped his face leaning into his chest, letting my lips touch his.

•- Embry Call -•

Fingers curled in the fabric at her waist, and I kissed her, resting the other hand lightly against her cheek. “What were we talking about again?” I whispered and sucked softly on her bottom lip.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Lighting struck with the teasing of my lip, my breathing shallowed and my core pulsed. The tip of my tongue slipped over his top lip as my hands moved around his neck. “Top.. shelf.. bourbon.” I whispered before kissing him again, slow and steady.

•- Embry Call -•

“Now I remember.” I teased, lifting her off her feet. I slid my hands to her thighs and held her in place. I returned that deep, unhurried kiss… sweeping my tongue past her lips.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Spirits!” The word a gasp with the wind and the way he took me off my feet made my stomach twist. Wrapping my legs around his waist I held myself upright with every muscle in my torso tense to attention. My lips parted to welcome him, with his taste feeding the sensations.

•- Embry Call -•

Fuck! That little gasp... my jeans were instantly tight. I groaned, tasting her tongue again and I pressed her back against the wall. Sliding my hands over those insanely powerful muscles along her waist. "So strong." I murmured onto her lips.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

My back hit the wall putting a moan out while I kissed him with intention. “Hmm…”

My hands moved under his arms and around his back, fisting his shirt to feel the closeness. Tightening my legs around him I arched my back pushing my chest against his.

•- Embry Call -•

It was impossible to get enough of her, and way she gripped my clothes and pulled me closer had my bucking my hips up against her with a deep moan.

If she wanted closer… that’s exactly what she would get. My hands slipped under her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin that matched mine. “So hot!” I growled this time. Meaning it in every possible interpretation.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Spirits!” One-word moans were all I had to offer today with my mind taking on all the sensations bombarding me.

My back pushed up the wall, pushing at my hair. My eyes widened. By the Spirits he wanted this… as much as I did. Feeling him between my legs, stimulating not just my core, but my mind too. That’s what this man did.

Biting his lips before deepening the  kiss again, our tongues entwined with a rain full of taste, touch, and scent. Every muscle his fingers moved over tensed sending lightening jolts. My hands tugged up at his shirt too.

•- Embry Call -•

Her scent set off a wave desire and we both dove deeper into the kiss. Tasting every inch of her mouth didn’t sate the longing to taste the source of that mouthwatering scent… But it still set my heart racing.

I pulled her away from the wall long enough to free her over her shirt and sweep her hair over one shoulder, so it wasn’t trapped between her and wall when I pressed her back the cool surface. Then let her rid me my shirt.

“Fuck!” I groaned when I felt her bare skin on mine, leaning in chest-to-chest to bring my lips to the pulse of her throat. Leaving just enough space between us to cut the prefect slope of her breast over her bra.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Even with the current state of my mind, I couldn’t help but smile at the way he took the time and care. Moving me, my hair, holding on when he knew I had control.

Our shirts gone, his smooth skin and mine touching. And still I thought how he was like no other. Our temperature this wasn’t going to get old. All this time, and it still for a split second came to mind. I let my head fall back against the wall, arching my hips down into his, pressing my chest into his palms letting my eyes close so that my mind followed his touches.

“Spirits”

Biting down on my lower lip I let a moan out. The heat grew melting part of the  hold I kept on myself. I knew my boundaries, and his. And they were aligned.

•- Embry Call -•

My tongue tasted and teased the sweet spot, I let my mouth move up to the hollow below her jaw and run and a line or heated but slow kisses along her jaw.

My thumb rolled over the pert nub that pressed into my palm through the soft fabric, the other hand feeling it’s way over every curve and muscle until I gripped her arse, lifting her a little higher against the wall.

I kept her pressed tightly against the wall with my hips, leaving three or four between each slow roll now.  Just enough to cam her heart rate high without pushing our limits.

My lips moved to her collarbone, and I swept my tongue through that mouthwatering little groove.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Embry…” his name was the only think I could think of. The rest of the world has melted away. Each movement of his hips were met with my own, like a dance with the music being shared by our uneven hearts.

My fingers tugged at his hair, just enough to be felt. Biting my own lips at the sensations he caused to build a rampage within as a distraction hadn’t helped, as I let out a moan.

I wanted his lips on mine, but I so wanted him to continue the way he worshipped the rest of me too.  “Spirits!” I gasped circling my hips into him.

•- Embry Call -•

I groaned and scraped my teeth over her collarbone before I brought my lips crashing into her, the sound of my name setting off an unmissable twitch in my jeans.

“Every time you moan my name, I have to thank the Spirits for the strength does not rip every last shred of clothing left on your body.” I whispered hurriedly onto her lips and claimed them again in a deep, heated kissed.

How had been possible that I missed her lips in the few minutes I had been worshipping the rest of her? I kissed her like I hadn’t felt her lips on mine in weeks.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

He was a mind reader, he had to be. I wanted his lips back on mine, and there they were. “Let them know…” muffled word’s through rough hunger kisses. “The next time you sing…” I managed.

Digging my nailed into his back I pulled them up together his shoulder blades. fully aware the marks would be gone before they were evidence of what had taken place.

Catching his tongue I sucked, feeling just how he had reacted to to my last moan. I let this own building out freely. I was doing that a little more now. Not holding my moans back.

•- Embry Call -•

I was about to ask her to elaborate on the but then that sweet sting, ending on pleasure climbed its way up my back. I squeezed her arse, pulling hard against me... grinding our bodies together.

My moan was swallowed up by the way she captured my tongue, and I slipped my other hand behind her back and pulled her away from the wall. Stepping backwards towards her couch.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Spirits! Every step of the way he matched me in all the ways. The sarcasm, the honesty, the willingness to learn, the strength, the heat, the desire, and most of all the heart. I could hear the both of ours singing their songs together with their rhythm.

His actions  gave me no choice. I could feel the pool gathering thanks to him, the constant presence of an entire army rampaging in my core, calling for more.

He pulled me off the wall, and my hair fell back off my shoulder with the cold air taking up its place.  My arms locked around his neck as I held on. My lips moved to his jaw, biting his chin before finding his lips again.

•- Embry Call -•

The sound of her and that fucking irresistible scent had me changing my initial plan. She was going to be the death of me. I spun us both, side stepping her coffee table and laying her back on the couch. I planted one knee on the couch and the other still on the floor holding over her, looking down at that gorgeous, slightly flushed face. I freed her hair from beneath her and trailed my hand down her torso.

“That scent isn’t making it any easier not to tear your clothes off.” I teased her and kissed a line down her chest between her breasts, over her bra… I unwrapped her legs from around me and kept moving lips down. Closing in on the source of that mouthwatering scent.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Do not break anything!” My breath voice muttered into his mouth. Something in his head changed. Where or how or what… spirits.

Right now, I didn’t care. I just knew that the last thing that broke in this living room, had a million questions from my Ma and Kid. I never lie so the blank ‘You’re not getting an answer.’ Look frustrated them.

“Spirits… Embry!”

The coil in my bottom on my stomach turned deliciously feeding the fire heating me from the inside out.  My heart stopped when he hovered there, his eyes taking in the sight of me but it was the tenderness of him moving my hair which made me blink up at him.

How… how even now… did this man do things that made me want him even more? (Not that I’d admit it to him or myself.)

‘I’ll admit she.’ She was wake. I growled this was our time as her. my eyes and hand moved down his chest as he spoke.

“Who said this path was easy?” The words catching on a moan, my body curved up into his touch, every muscle going tight sending shivers. My hands slipped into his hair, and I closed my eyes, pressing my lips closed.

•- Embry Call -•

"I  only plan on breaking your self-control." I whispered. I didn't... and not just because I knew that I couldn't.

I felt it instantly, that incredible Spirit that lived beneath her skin waking up. She liked us... my own wolf just knew even if she never let us into her mind.

I pressed my lip to her toned stomach, just below her navel. "Who said I was looking for easy." I mumbled onto her skin. I felt denim brush my chin as my kisses reached that mouthwatering dip in her hip that disappeared into her jeans, and I let my tongue follow it. The act made my stomach and the bulge in my jeans twitched and strained.

Fuck! I loved it when she played with my hair. I popped the button on her jeans and very slowly slipped them off her hips, that delicious scent flooded the room, and I felt my wolf stir in my chest.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

That comment should have become a challenge I would rise to. But right now. It was bloody hot! The moment that thought hit me, I knew it was hers, making me snap my teeth. Then there was a moment of silence in my mind before it roiled at the scent taking over the space around us. This time it wasn’t just me, it was him too. Did he know just how good his scent was?

I shook my head, my fingers curled into his hair letting me tug at it a little. swallowing back the pleasure I bit down on my lips. The sound of my jeans opening made my head jerk up off the armrest of the couch. Gazing down to see the top of his head.

“Embry…” his name was a moan again. Arching my hips up as much as I could with his weight over me.

•- Embry Call -•

I shifted back onto my heel so I could strip her jeans off the rest of the way off and dropped them to the floor. "Fuck, Leah!" I groaned and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.

My eyes roamed up her body... her perfect almond ski, every toned, tight muscle that jumped when I pressed another kiss to her leg... higher up on her thigh. I lifted her legs and rested her calf against my shoulders, my hand and lips kissing and touching every inch.

"You know... I could spend days just worshipping these legs."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

My eyes darted to the clothing hitting the floor. My warrior just rolled her eyes and laughed at me. (In my defence. I didn’t overthink it. Or go to pick them up!) He had all my attention back with that kiss on my heated skin, it had sent sensation spiralling towards my core pulsing and a sweet throb took my mind into a calm and excited place.

My hands moved up the sides of my torso. Following the curves of my own body. The cool air making me tingle. My low smooth legs stretched out to rest over his shoulders, making my hips lift from the couch.

•- Embry Call -•

My hand ran down the inside of her thigh, following the carved line of her defines muscles, until the back of my fingers brushed the damp fabric of her panties. A rush of desire moved through like a bolt. “Fuck Leah!” I growled and my pressed my lips to her leg again.

I kissed a slow line up the inside of her leg, squeezing her arse once… or twice before I leaned forwards and eased her back to the couch.

My teeth scraped against her inner thigh, the scent getting stronger and stronger, setting my stomach routing.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Spirits…. Embry…” His name rolled off my tongue as though it were the only words I knew.

I pushed down into the couch as his lips left a trail of fire in its wake. I called for my control only to hear a whisper of ‘live in the moment.’ Over and over like a record player stuck in one place. My breathing grew heavier, as he slides his attention down my legs.

“Embry….” I moaned his name, my hips circled trying to gain friction. He moved even close as he took the journey back down towards the precipice of my desire. Fuck for sure! My eyes moved down to look, when I gasped and dropped my head back into the armrest again.

•- Embry Call -•

That scrap of my teeth turned the light bite when she pressed her hips down against my hand. My moan muffled and the tensed muscle. The light mark on her skin would fade long before anyone would see it... though the pack never saw her transition into her wolf anymore.

The sound of my name not once but twice set a fire in my veins. The animal half of my soul woke up, feeding into the sensation she clearly wanted. I turned my hand and pressed my finger to the same spot in a slow circle. Once.

I moved my lips to her stomach... knowing there was only close I could get before my self-control cracked and I took that taste I had been craving.

Twice. Another slow circle and my slipped hand away... sliding it over the fabric and up along her stomach in the wake of the heat I ran up the centre of her abs.

If she wanted more, I had no doubt she would let me know. That thought made me smile against her skin. I couldn't about anything but how to coax the next breathy sound or moan out of this incredible woman.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

She stood awake pushed to let out a roar. I curled myself around her spirit and held her in. Remembering her this was our time. That I shouldn’t need to be keeping her underground when I should be with him.

‘He is awake.’ She felt him a split-second before I had, the scent, the aurora, the way Embry moved. I could tell his warriors had awoken too. Except his wasn’t as much as a pain in the arse as mine.

She growled at me, settling but still listening.

Once she moved out of my mind, I looked down. “Ouch!” Even that came out as a sound of desire. “You… bit… me!”

It wasn’t a question because I had that jolt of excitement coursing through my veins. My core spasmed as I melted beneath his attention. “Spirits!” I moaned out. He was on a mission. He opened the door a crack to air the fires he’s set and then closed it shut right again, leaving me wanting more, so much more.

“Embry!” This time his name came out louder and I cupped my mouth.

My hands moved to caress my face, then moved into my hair, pulling, and tugging it back as I rivalled the movement my hips and muscles made with his mouth moved north up my stomach.

•- Embry Call -•

I chuckled a little breathlessly, my kisses feathering along her ribs now. "I had to do something to stop me from replacing my hand with my mouth..." I flicked my gaze up to hers. Fuck! She was running her finger through her hair and moaning my name again. Another twitch in my Just as my hips fitted between hers when I crawled up over her beautiful body. My hand slipped over the mound of her breast the fabric of her bra couldn't conceal the hard nipple beneath.

"Fuck!" There wasn't a thing about this woman that wasn't a turn-on.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

I found his eyes, so much in there to see that I was captured from the get go. Trailing the tip of my tongue over my lips, I let my hair go. It cascaded freely down the side of the couch.

My legs slipped easily around his waist, bringing him down into me. I arched my back to push my breasts into his touch, the sensation feeding the sensitivity that my bra couldn’t protect me from.

I circle my hips until he was in that pressure filled spot. Letting out a hum of excitement when I heard him again saying ‘Fuck’. And I didn’t tease him. This time.

•- Embry Call -•

Hers eyes locked on mine and there was so much my hatbit nwad impossible to unpack. I just rolled my thumb over the peaked breast she’d willingly pressed into my hand and moved my hand to her cheek. My fingers sweeping below her eye, feathering against her temple and along her jaw.

“Spirits.” I rolled my hips down, letting her lock me in with those powerful legs just right. “Those eyes.” I smiled and moaned as I grind my hips against the pooled heat. I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Don’t look away.” I gave her a playful, wicked grin and bucked against her again, faster this time.

That would surely give me the time I needed to read her mind, right?

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Spirits, no part of me hadn’t reacted. The hands, fingers, the mouth, the weight of his body, the length fully pushing down into my melting core.

“Spirits.” I gasped as my legs began to fall apart until I took control of them again.

Pressing my lips together, the hum of electrical charge coursed it’s way between us. My hands moved into his hair, doing as he asked. My eyes remained open and on him. I could do this. I knew it… Whispering his name this time, I felt the same sensation over my face as I did that first night he kissed me.

•- Embry Call -•

I felt it that moment she lost focus and the hold loosened… because this woman never went weak… not matter what she felt, or how close to that edge she got… her hold me never weakened. Legs, arms, hand… fuck even if her ankles locked around mine. She held onto me until we reached that line… when we stopped… a gasping, heart pounded mess of limbs and lips.

And now… now that I told her not to look away all I wanted was to kiss her, but I wouldn’t look away. My moved against hers, with her. Heat and pressure and tremors of pleasure flowed through me. My eye never hers even as I breath became hard and fast. Not until the reach the line, just before we might tip over the ledge.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

I placed my hands onto both of his shoulders and mouthed the word.

“Stop!” It took everything in my will power to think the words and then share it in that moment.

Breathless, sensitive, filled with the desire to push until we were free falling urged me not to halt the build, he had created for the both of us. But we were on the cusp of falling.

Heat and Blood thrummed in my vision, I shuddered beneath him, pulsing and shivering all while my eyes stayed where they were.

“Embry…” my shaken voice whispered as I slipped my hands to cup his face. Letting my legs come apart to rest on each side of him as I pulled myself up and him down to meet me.

“Spirits...” I whispered again kissing his bottom lip, and then slowly kissing his top lip before I deeply kissed him to say all with this one action.

•- Embry Call -•

She had barely parted her lips to say the word when I stilled my hips and made space between our bodies. The way her pupils flared, and heart lurched told me she was close. Just as as close as I was.

We were both breathing hard. Heat radiated off of us far more than usual. Was her body screaming for more too? While her heart and would told her this was our path, we hard more road to travel before we should make that fall together.

I moved the lower half on my body, so I wasn’t between her legs any more. A safe place to drop my weight onto her as pulled me down, without relighting the fire.

The second my weight was off my arms those shivers of pure pleasure took over. And a definitely whimper escaped my lips when she said my all shaky and breathless like that. Fuck!! That was a sound I would never get sick of.

Then she was kissing me. I slipped one arm under her turning her, so we were side-by-side on her couch. My other hand on her waist keeping her from rolling off of the couch. The kiss was slow and so deep that when my tongue hers the groan came from somewhere deep in my soul.

“When you voice get soft, and gamy like that…” I whispered between kisses. “It does things to me I can’t describe… it’s like the opening notes of a song you’ve never heard… but you just know, it will change your life.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Twisting my body in his hold, my hair tangled under me, but I still managed to free it without breaking away from him.

I had come so close, the pulsing in my core, the hammer in my chest, the heat that bonded all around us. Stood there as witness to this new reality that was us, we had said it from the start. Comments about being ourselves, not holding back, not worrying about hurting the other, the heat of our bodies, the ability, and the stamina. It all came into his ginormous melting pot that was Embry and Leah.

My eyes fluttered open hearing his voice, it was evident how he too had been close. My lips moved to his cheek, to his jawline, to his chin giving him the time to share his thoughts. My heart jumping as it all sank in.

“Art of conversation…” I whispered. It was something he could never lose. The way he always knew how to say things. While I never could find the correct words.

•- Embry Call -•

Her heart was still racing, the sound of it mingled perfectly with mine. I tilted my head so she could get any access she wanted. I soft hum on my lips, those kisses could have added to the hunger burning in my body, but the softness, the way she touched me was all intended to soothe the desire.

"The art of body language." I whispered right back. She always made herself heard one way or another. She always made me feel heard, no matter what she did or did not say.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Hmm…” my lips curved up into that smile only he caused for me. Keeping my body still beside his. I didn’t push into him, no matter how much the need for friction called to me. I knew we both needed the time to gather ourselves. And I would give that to us.

“It’s the best way if you ask me.” Still whispering. Listening to him had become so much easier now. I knew what his heart told me loud and clear. But then there were the things I’ve missed for years. Because I didn’t care to search them out.

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled, now that she was settled, and we were climbing down from that ledge…. I slipped my hand up the curve of her spine. She could keep herself from falling, my hand stops on the back of her neck, feeling the silkiness of her hair on the back of my hand as my fingers started the slow steady pattern that brought that deep soulful connection to the forefront.

The reminder that would had so much than this fucking incredible physicality. “I’m definitely seeing the benefits I never knew to look for before.” I smile, that light figure eight playing against the top of her spine. “You make me feel things that no one ever could words. Just in the way you look at me.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

That smile… By the name of the spirits, it meant so much to see it on his lips. Leaning in I kissed it, before settling into his side on the couch.

It was a tight space, but somehow, we always made it work for us.  I closed my eyes following the trail of his hands and listening to messages he shared there as well as the one he spoke.

“Still… real.”

What he said meant a lot, and it had been the same for me. His eyes found me in a sea of this world, and he dared to look when others turned away, because that was what I had wanted. And now he saw me, and I wanted him to see it all.

•- Embry Call -•

Those words... how the softened her voice. How deeply they touched me, and how much I knew they meant to her. That soft kiss could never put out the fire in my veins, but it certainly softened the flames, a kiss intended to create closeness not arousal.

"Still real."  I whispered. Slowly, slowly coming down from our high. I caught my lower lip... getting lost in those eyes. "Those eyes... astonishing."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

The eyes he spoke to fell to his lips. Leaning in I kissed him softly away. “A window to the story no one dared to read.” And I was proud of this fact, until now. He read it, and never judged me for when he learnt.

I closed them to stop him. Because the Call’s had away. Embry and his mom. Spirits, I didn’t know how. But they never backed down from the fear my eyes placed in others.

•- Embry Call -•

Her lips were soft and still plump from our amorous activities, I flicked my tongue against her lower lip. I smiled when she closed her eyes... like that would stop the unspoken messages she was sending with her kisses, her touch... and simply being here with me.

I kissed each closed eye, softly. "I still see you." I whispered so softly only a Spirit Warrior could hear I slipped my fingers into her hair.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

A warm shiver passed over my skin, the hum on the air sang it’s song. And I relaxed now when he played with my hair. His voice sounded over the hum of the spirits, making my smile a little.

Lowering my voice too. “I’m not hiding in the bubble.” With him here, I no longer felt the need for those walls. He’s brought them down, one brick at a time.

•- Embry Call -•

"I know." I whispered, and I meant. Because of her touch, her closeness, her heartbeat... all of them spoke to me.

"You haven't truly hidden anything from me since the first time you kissed me first." I smiled and pressed my lips against her once. "When you made that choice, you didn't just choose to kiss me... you chose this path."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

My heart began to speed up at the memory coming rushing back. At how I had opened my front door, walked around the street, and kissed him. Breaking my own rules.

“I… knew… I had to make sure, but then I knew…” my eyes told you. Screamed. That I knew then I could trust him. pressing my lips to his, and sighing I closed my eyes again. Taking a minute as that feeling from that first kiss, it hadn’t changed.

•- Embry Call -•

I remembered turning and standing in the street after she opened the door to watch me go. Telling her everything was fine. To trust that I respected her choice. But unable to walk away, the voice in my head gold me I should that it would be easier for her if I kept walking.

But those phantom whispers on wind told me something else. Then she stunned me beyond belief.

“l was willing to wait.” I whispered. "The path might have been different after a few weeks. But I wasn't, walking away entirely. I was in too deep. Have you any idea how happy you made me when you stepped out of your door that night.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“I have an idea.” Whispering I moved to rest my forehead to his chin. I wasn’t hiding, just being. In the moment and in the past at once.

“You’ve never pushed, even when I asked you to leave. When I told you it wasn’t going to happen.” He believed and waited. “I didn’t know how to react. How to process it all. I needed time.” And he gave it to me.

“Always so patient in waiting.”

•- Embry Call -•

“I suppose you do.” I smiled. Breathing in the scent of her hair. Insecurity was never something I struggled with… but somehow it was too easy to slip into thinking that I was one getting the best out this… but she was always quick the remind me that it wasn’t true.

Everything between us went both ways.

“I get it… it was sprung on you.” I smiled. “When I went back and asked you to open the door… I’d made my choice. You deserved the time to make yours too.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rested my chin back there.

“You didn’t keep me waiting.” I whispered. That fact made me smile. I was more than willing to wait, and I would have… but everyone knew I was a fan of instant gratification.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Curling my arm over him I didn’t move. Just listening, taking the other side of the same event in on his view point. “Don’t kill me…” I smiled. “Those three words… I should have known then.”

He had taken me off guard, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. But something had changed Curling my arm over him I didn’t move. Just listening, taking the other side of the same event in on his view point.

“Don’t kill me…” I smiled. “Those three words… I should have known then.” He had taken me off guard, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. But something had changed.

•- Embry Call -•

My skin tingled everywhere it touched hers. I pulled her flush against me in the tight space of her couch. "It was a genuine concern..." I chuckled. "Metaphorically at least. And I was partly speaking to the Ancestors. I knew we were being drawn together and I hoped I wasn't taking us off the path they were guiding us to." She fit against my body so perfectly that it was like we were designed to do exactly that. Fit together.

"But every time I was around you felt this heat, I don't mean because we're the same temperature... but it built until I I knew I needed to let it just flow and see where it took us. And I know you are a woman of action... It was the easiest way to let you know exactly what I was feeling and prove I would take any chance to follow this path all at once.

There is no way to misunderstand that." I chuckled. "Of course, afterwards I realised you could have assumed instantly that I just wanted to get you into bed... But luckily for me... you knew me better than that be then."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Metaphorically?” Raising my eyebrow “There he goes using big words again.”

I curled my legs around his. This shouldn’t feel as comfortable as it did. Spirits, there was a bed in the next room that would be somewhat more comfortable. However, this was where we always ended up together and at peace.

My eyebrows pulled together. “It never crossed my mind that you were doing it for that reason.” Even before my walls came down, I’d never listened to the rumours about him. We had and most likely ever now were the most talked about singletons on the Rez.

“And if you had a one-track mind. Our first night together wouldn’t have been like this laying and talking on a couch…. With some kissing…. Neither of knew the meaning of taking it slow. And we both came to that same conclusion without even knowing it was happening.”

Shifting to look into his eyes. “The ancestors clearly had some faith in us. We aren’t bending pulled in other directions, or being told we are doing it wrong. So, far…”

•- Embry Call -•

"Really?" I shook my head at her. "It's a fairly common word regardless of how long is." I deadpanned. Or... I try to... but I was grinning.

She wrapped her legs around mine and tangled my ankles with hers, tying us both into a complicated knot. I took it as a sign that we had no intention of moving tonight. I was a little shocked at her answer. "Really... never? I mean I knew you didn't at first... but even now... it's never crossed your mind? It's not like I ever discouraged my reputation... if anything I added fuel to the fire regularly. So I wouldn't blame you if had a moment of wondering."

I smiled... we had pushed a line or two... even that night I think our bodies had cravings for the other. I chuckled as a memory resurfaced. "I remember asking you to stay and just keep kissing me." My heart raced and I kissed her just like that, again.

"I had never felt so much from just a kiss... it was impossible to stop."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Leaning into the kiss, I felt those sensations pulsing through my veins even today. It hadn’t stopped over time. Pulling back to meet his eyes, I took him in.

“Never. You seem to forget o am the queen of feeding a reputation. Whenever something is said about me… I may not feed it myself, because that would be lying. And my soul couldn’t take that. But my actions… they send a message until they all believe their own lies.”

Kissing his jaw. “I knew when you were lying or embellishing. when you stayed quiet letting others write their own stories about Embry Call. And I watched and saw when you patted your own back. ‘metaphorically’, at a job well done.”

Finding his eyes again. “Was I wrong? Should I have questioned you?” I didn’t need too, the spirits saw his pure soul, and so did I.

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled. Spirits… did she have any idea what just that one word - Never - meant to me? “For someone that prefers actions over words, you certainly have all the right ones.” My fingers twirled a strand of hair right by her ear.

She'd trusted me from the first moment... Maybe not as much as she did now but that's okay… that took time. But she trusted that when I told her I just wanted to be with her… she believed me.

“No, not you… never you. This was always… more than anything else. And I don't mean hookups. What we have… it doesn't even live in the same part of my memory as that. There's no connection, this is a whole new album. I mean everything… from the start there was a bond forming.” It wasn't a word Protectors used lightly. “And I wanted it… I couldn't walk away… not permanently at least. It felt like… coming home and smelling your favourite food, hearing your favourite song the second step inside.”

This was getting a little flowery… but it was also still true. “If all we ever did was curl up on this couch and talk… or not talk, until we fell asleep. I would still show up every chance I got.” I released her hair and stroked the apple of her cheek. “As long as I can see these eyes. And hold onto you in whatever way you want me to. I'm here.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Shrugging my shoulder, a little. “I have my moments. And then the words are gone from awhile.” I knew he was teasing. And at the same time, kind of right. I didn’t have words often.

My finger tips worked that pattern he always painted onto my skin on his back, stopping when what he shared sunk in.

‘This is a whole new album.’

I liked the sound of this, we were walking our one path, but… we were writing our own songs to tell our story. The way of our ancestors, and their spirits. But it was;

‘From the start there was a bond forming. And I wanted it.’

“A bond?” Moving so that I could see his face. Did he understand what he was saying? The meaning of such a thing?

‘It felt like coming home.’ He… felt all this?

Swallowing that feeling growing inside, one I could never put into words. I searched his face. “Embry?….” Heat radiating up the sides of my neck as my wolf stirred without saying a word.

•- Embry Call -•

I felt the twisting unbroken pattern she painted on my skin. I felt the power of it sinking into my being and stretching right through me and into her. Tying us together by our own choice.  I closed my eyes an let the feeling fill l me up.

Her wolf roused mine and I knew the word that was catching them both. “I know.” I whispered. Speaking to both of them. We spoke to both of them. “I know it’s a big word for all of its four letters.” My fingers trailed down her cheek and along the curve of her throat. “But it’s what we believe.” I never spoke for my wolf like this. He was me; I was him. But this was about them too. “We feel it all the way down to our soul. It doesn’t need a name, who knows if there even is one that could ever sum it up.” I smiled at them… and I swear I could see the lighter shade of her  warriors eyes reflected in the woman’s before my.

“And I want you know. I will always hear anything you want to say to me… but when the words don’t come, just believe, there’s nothing you could say to me that would make me feel more seen, more known… or safer, happier… or  more wanted than you make feel with every touch, and look… or kiss.” I smiled a little cheekily. “I won’t lie… we are particularly fond of the kissing.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Our eyes searched his until she saw him first. Embry and his warrior, in unison. “You’re speaking for him…. you never speak for him.” My voice low for his ears only. We all have individual relationships with our warriors, some it was a guiding force, for others a partner in crime, for some like Embry, they were one and the same.

She pushed forward to feel the moment as I did, but at the same time she wanted to take her own memories from it. She knew at some stage she would need to show this back to me.

Four small letters. Brought with it the power of many generations from before us. I closed my eyes for a few seconds while my mind followed the feel his touch on my skin. That touch spoke so loud in my heart that my ears weren’t needed. He was here, with me, together.

When I opened my eyes  again, I knew, I knew for the first time she’d come out to show herself to him… to them… she knew the true meaning, she understood, and through her, Embry, and the sight of his warrior’s eyes looking back at me. I did too.

Moving myself up into my elbow, I pushed my hair  back over my shoulder before leaning down to touch his lips with mine.

My hand cupped his face, the tingle of his one-day growth on my palm. I deeply kissed him. My lips moved over and with his, gently gaining access I swelled my tongue with his. A burst of him washing over  my entire being. All as I hoped he was listening.

I was telling him without those words, that I heard them, that I understood now what it all meant. What this unnamed bond between us had grown into.

•- Embry Call -•

“He really wanted her to know he was here too and he sees her… both of you… I know some people think he’s quite… but we just… blend so well as a human and a wolf.” I smiled. “There’s only one thing we differ on right now and been a long time since that happened.”

I chuckled maybe that was why I was speaking for him right now.

Then she was there, her eyes liking down into mine… making me feel so much all at once that a few months I would never have thought it was possible for a body to hold this many emotions at once.

And that was before she  kissed me.

I slid my fingers into the hair she had carefully moved… undoing at least half of her gesture. Her mouth  was soft against mine, her lips soft… still slightly plumped from our early activities. A deep satisfied sound bubbles up from my chest when I tasted her tongue in mine. I pulled her closer, clasping fingers gently in her hair.

I kissed her, giving her everything she was giving. I held nothing back even allow my partner in crime the rise up and share the moment since he wasn’t his usual animalistic self, he was soaking up the feeling, happy this bond he felt had been acknowledged. “We. Hear. You.” I whispered between kisses.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

I closed my eye tightly my hand moving down between us to stop over his chest. Hearing and feeling the thudding of his/ their heart. The rhythm of which matched mine/ ours too.

This became the first moment in which we all shared, another first. Up until now it had be about  two. But now I could feel the draw of all four. And it didn’t fill me with fear.

She and I both heard them. We knew they would hear us; they would understand.

Finally pulling back, I rested my forehead to his. My breathing unsteady, my lip’s swollen and tingling. still wanting more. Why could I not get enough of him?

Opening my eyes i gazed down at him, feeling his warm breath on my face. She pushed me to ask a question… but I couldn’t… I didn’t do that.  I told her, it was between them. If they wanted us to know, they would tell us.

•- Embry Call -•

Her hand rested over my heart, as she did so often. I couldn't put a time on how long we were kissing like that, but when we stopped, we were breathless.

Both of them look down at both of us, our fingers moved through her hair. Along her back and arms, touching her letting him Feel the delicate seeming skin that was anything but delicate. But his curiosity was much deeper than touch.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, in an illusion of keeping her close... If she wanted to run l would it and couldn't stop her. "Don’t run when you hear this  because he can be patient." I paused. "He really wants to hear her voice. I've told him that will come in its own time. It's not as easy as that with the other guys around.”

Her voice was obviously metaphorical… we knew what her wolf sounded like. But it had been years since we heard her wolf's mind.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

His touch to my hair calmed now where as once it made me angry. Not just him, anyone. But with Embry, and now knowing his warrior was awake too. It was a soothing experience.

My heart stopped. And my warrior stilled. “Whenever you say not to kill you… or run… I should  know by now, something is coming.” His arms moved around us, more of an ask to stay close. As we both knew, if we needed space. Needed to move. They would let go.

“He wants to hear her?” I asked a little confused.

‘He knows my voice; I am his beta.’ She told me as confused at the ask.

“Because of me…” it clicked into place. “Because we have learnt to keep you out.” I continued as the realisation dawned on her too.

“I’ve kept them apart all this time.” Even now, I still kept her safely inside me. Only opened those walls when it was. absolutely necessary. “Spirits, it hadn’t occurred to me.” I said to all three of them.

‘It’s okay, we both made the choice.’ She told me. But I knew she did it for me.

•- Embry Call -•

"Maybe that's the wrong word..." I explained. "He wants to share her mind; feel the way her thoughts move... hear the unspoken things we all share." I brushed my fingers against her cheek. "Not always, he knows that not how you want to live. I guess what he really wants is for  both of you to choose to be in that..." I couldn't say hive mind... because we would never ask her to open herself up to the others.

"Space with us, let us see more than just what you choose... feel what you do. Let you feel how we do when we're with you. But only if you make  the choice. I know how much it is to ask... so does he. We aren't asking... just.." I smiled. "Letting you know... we might. Someday."

It was a huge ask. but it was something he couldn't help feeling. We revelled in 90% of the mind-to-mind connection it was how we detected  problems the kids were having. We relied on it the monitor how #Quil really felt about #Claire growing up.

To keep the pups from walking the wrong path like I had. To make sure they were all... happy.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

We listened to him, well I listened. She knew this was coming and understood why. I guess some part of me had known too, why wouldn’t they want to be a part of her as much as me. We were a package deal. She had been his biggest advocate from the start, she had pushed me to open up, to become friends, to let him in. And here they were. I could feel his warrior from time to time. Feel him, and mine had been sensing him frequently.

But I had pushed her back, told her it was Embry and my time, that she had to wait. But why? Why has I made her wait?

‘Stop it. Don’t do this to yourself. We both made choices. And you needed this, you needed to see where this was going.’ I nodded my head. To her, to them.

“I don’t want to promise when, just say someday. If that is something you can both be happy with.” biting on the inside of my cheek.

“It’s been years since I allowed anyone…. In…. I cannot imagine doing it without hurting you. Him. Her. Unintentionally.”

I knew myself. “I may not mean it, but the walls could come up… and I’m not sure I could live with who that would  impact and how.” Honestly was the only path I would take. My eyes were on them, taking in everything in case they pulled away from us. “Can you… both of you… give me time?” I told ‘me’ because she would be happy to hear them. She wanted to know too.

•- Embry Call -•

I nodded and smiled. "We can do that. He's happy to have been heard... I've kept him quiet about this for a little while about this. We don't want to ask anything of you that you aren't perfectly happy to give."

I cradled her check then. "Leah... You won't hurt us. I know that  there are things in your past that we won't like to see. Things that may even cause us a little hurt or pain or whatever else. But that won’t be your doing, Trouble.”

I looked deeply into her eyes. "That's called empathy... It's sharing your experiences with someone who  cares about. Someone that wants to learn everything you are willing to let us see.” I stopped. "Willing isn't the right word... Everything you are happy to let us know. And if the walls come back up it means it's not the right time.”

I kissed her softly. Then... He did. “As much as you need, and that's a promise we can easily make.“

•- Leah Clearwater -•

We couldn’t take our eyes of them, seeing them together in the same place. In our bubble, one that I knew belonged to the four of us. Then deserved to have their time as much as we did. My heart belongs in this bubble and they all made it a safe space together. I couldn’t  believe I hadn’t seen it before now.

‘You weren’t ready until now.’ She whispered.

I closed my eyes when Embry kissed me, I pinpointed the second he moved forward, and all the walls came down for her. I let her feel him… we felt them together… the key word for this moment TOGETHER Pulling back just enough to see them again.

“Please don’t do that again…” I started. “Don’t silence him. Don’t feel like you cannot ask something, because of how it makes me feel. By now you know where I am… how I am… I hope… if I cannot answer  I will ask for time.” As I had just done.

I moved my hand to hold him. “Thank you both. For giving me the time.” I shook my head a little, he’d pulled some of my hair forward and it rested against my neck. “I never intentionally want to hurt either of you.”

She was quit, not saying anything. I frowned checking in with her. But she didn’t speak.

•- Embry Call -•

“That’s not what it was... I just told him it was the right time and he agreed… to a point.” I smiled at her. “And today was that point.”  My palm came up to rest on her cheek.

“You don’t have to thank us for that, Leah. Don’t thank people for not forcing you into something  you ready for.

I kissed her again softly. “Getting hurt isn’t a bad thing… it sucks. But it happens, it's part of life… its part of every journey. This thing between us keeps picking up momentum… we will probably hurt each other, maybe more than once… never on purpose.

Maybe out of some absent-minded comment… maybe something bigger. But it will be okay because it will never be to cause pain. Then… we’ll be right there, helping to heal whatever wound we caused.”

My gaze stayed fixed on hers. “I know you would never hurt  me intentionally.” I smiled a little cheekily then. “But if do… I promise to let you make it up to me. If you promise to tell us if we ever ask for too much. Deal?”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“I am only thank you out of respect. Others aren’t so lucky.” I told him, tuning my face into his touch. This night has taken a turn, but then any nights with Embry Call did. He kept me guessing, and it was something I had disliked before. The unknown, the unplanned. But with him. It seemed to work out.

“Speak for yourself if you hurt me. They won’t find you. Because you will be at the bottom of the sea with blowers weighting your down.” Snapping my teeth at him but smiling at the same time. Because I knew it was true. We will hurt with all the laughter and smiles, hurt was a learning path too.

Leaning up to kiss his chin. “Embry, it’s always a deal.” Thinking for a moment. “I shut down when I cannot process, but I’m learning how to deal with it.” My lips curled into a smile again. “Even though  the last few times I couldn’t process…. You showed up on my door…. And helped me get there.”

I shook my head slowly. “By the spirits…. You helped me when I didn’t understand how to help myself.”  I rested my forehead to his chest moving back to lay down beside him.

•- Embry Call -•

There was about the action of her leaning her cheek into my palm. The fluttering in my stomach returned hard and fast.I chuckled. I could have pointed out that she had just admitted that she'd just let me in deep enough that l could hurt her. But she knew we both knew how  true that was.

I smiled at her. " Maybe you used to, Leah. But now... You don't. You stay...you change the subject or maybe go quiet. But if you truly shutdown you would ask me to leave." l whispered. "You let me be here for you... That's not shutting down."

Hearing her next words made my heart thump out of time. Whoever would have thought that someone like me would have anything to offer someone like, Leah? "That’s a two-way street." My voice was soft. "And I don't mean what you did for me and mom. I just mean everything you've done for me  personally.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. “Evolution… isn’t that the reason it is working between so far? The ability to create, maintain, and develop a relationship where we once never thought even a friendship was possible?”

I couldn’t understand all the ins and outs of the why. Or even the how. I just knew He had a way to show me the part of information I would miss. With the pups, with Ma, or the Kid… with the tribe…

Shaking my head. “You don’t have to mention what happened… with… Beautiful and you. Anyone would have stepped up.” I didn’t like being reminded of things like that. “Help was needed, and the spirits sent me that day and not Ma.”

Lifting my head to look up at him again. “Two way… like you just said… you and I. We got this. I got you.” That was a promise that would never go away, no matter where  life took us.

•- Embry Call -•

My smile widened at her use of the word relationship; it was instant proof of the evolution that she had been going through. "I know" I whispered. "I'm only speaking for myself for now."

I knew there were a lot of people who would have helped us if I hadn't been so stupidly stubborn. But to the extent that she had. 18 #Sue had come over that night there was no way I would have left that stack of bills out. l still wasn't sure why did when Leah came over.

"And I got you. Don't ever forget that." I whispered.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“By the spirits… that smile…” my hand moved to cup his cheek, letting my thumb glide over his lips, as my eyes followed. I knew he could heart it, when my heart miss that beat, he would have known it happened.

“I know you do.” And I said it with confidence. Because of the trust we’d been building together.  My smile mirrored his. “I need to stop smiling so much. I have a reputation to uphold.”

•- Embry Call -•

My smile grew and I moved my hand to rest above her tell-tale heart. Moments like these with her... they were too [precious to not commit to memory. It was strange just because you'd think moments you never wanted to forget would be rare... but with her... they were abundant.

"Don't worry, Trouble." I tapped out the rhythm of her heartbeat against her collarbone. "It will be our little secret."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Snapping my teeth at him, the smile reminded in its place. Is closed my eyes to listen to the thunder of my heart being played out with his touch.

“If you don’t, I know where to find you when you are asleep. So….” I left the rest for him to imagine. A persons imagination was so much more than if you completed a threat itself. (Not that I would see it through. Because SHE wouldn’t let me.)

•- Embry Call -•

"And I don't doubt for a second that you wouldn't." I laughed. Although the idea of her using my open-door policy to sneak into my room at night was intriguing.

"I you smiling I'll continue to keep your secret, I smirked. "I like this smile." I kissed the place where her mouth turned up. "I miss this smile when too long goes by since I've seen it." I kissed the other side of her lips. "And it makes your eyes even brighter."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“That sounds like blackmail to me.” Attempting to frown at him. But the way his deep brown eyes saw me, it was difficult to contain the smile he was speaking of.

“It’s never far or hiding in the bubble.” I whisper as his lips touched the corner of mine. “There’s is guy, you might know him. He’s a right pain in the arse.” Shifting up closer to him, I kissed the tip of his nose. “He has a talent to bring the smile out of me.”

And he really did. But it was more than that. He wasn’t the only reason for my smiles. It was the fact that he’d helped  in the evolution of the walls coming down when I was in a safe space. Now it was easy for me to feel that in other places too.

•- Embry Call -•

“It kinda does actually, doesn't it?” I smirked at her… but damn… those eyes. And I knew that it was true, and seeing her smile so easily and freely was the highlight of the days I saw her in our bubble.

I closed my eyes briefly when she kissed the end of my nose, but I  never wanted to look away from her for too long.

“Sounds like a stand-up guy to me.” I teased. “Going out of his way to make someone smile? The man is clearly a Saint.”  I slipped my arms around her. Clasping my hands at the small of her back and pulling her flush against me.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“I don’t know about being a Saint, may give him a mighty big head if he hears us talking about him like this.” I curled my legs around his, my arms slipping in to hold him too. How easy touch has become for me with him.

My eyes worked their way over his features, taking in  every aspect of him. “But he had put up with his arse hitting the flood a lot, and still kept coming back for more.”

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed, easing my body into her as she moulded herself to min. “There's nothing wrong with a little ego stroking from time to time.” My forehead moved to rest against hers. “He sounds like a guy who knows what he wants and goes after it.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Embry Call, you give yourself an ego boost just by the fact that someone waved in your direction. Saying nice tinting, in front of you. It’s always been a no-go area for me.”

I had to snap my teeth playfully, staying where I was with my eyes closed.

•- Embry Call -•

I chuckled. “And here I just thought you liked confident men.”

I rested my chin on the top of her head, giving a small, contented sigh. There was so much comfort in these moments. “Did you ever you'd feel like this just be holding onto someone?” I was mostly asking myself, but my mouth always had a habit of spilling my random thoughts.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Rolling my tongue over my teeth I just smiled. “There is nothing as sexy as a person who knows their worth and is unapologetic about it. But… It Doesn’t stop me from pulling their legs.”

My eyes moved to the window; he was settling in by the sound of his beating heart. Then he made that smile grow. I could tell it was more for himself than me.

“Would I have thought of it?” He knew the answer. “Never in my wildest dreams.”

•- Embry Call -•

"I guess that describes both of us." I chuckled. "In very different ways." Her self-confidence manifests in a much less boastful way than mine. "But I've only recently started to realise my worth is a lot more than just how sexy I am."

I smiled... Leah Clearwater... talking about dreams with her arms around me. "Never in my wildest dreams." I whispered, agreeing... and feeling the exact same way.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

The smile grows into a frown, my eyebrows pulled together deepening the frown somewhat.

“Your worth was always more than your outer shell, Embry. It’s one of the reasons I used to smack you upside the head so much. You always laid it on thick on the wrong sides of you.” thinking around it a little more.

“Then again... I also missed seeing so much of you. Underestimating your intentions even.”

•- Embry Call -•

"I know... I mean, I think I always 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 that on some level and then on another I didn't..." I chuckled because that statement was so true and made no sense all at once.

"I did play up to it a little too much at times... I guess you all have walls of some sort... or maybe mine was more of a mask. Either way, I was hiding parts of myself too."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“And now?” I wasn’t ever the kind of person to ask questions of anyone. If I weren’t willing to answer, then myself. What right did I have to ask?

But with him. I asked. Because it was an open and honest conversation after all. He’d learnt how to ask questions of me where I didn’t work my way through or around the meaning. And my walls were down with him too.

•- Embry Call -•

“Now?” I smiled at her… so curious now. I mean she always was, but now she out right asked instead of silently pondering it like she did in the past. “Now I just know… I can’t slip back to thinking maybe it’s all I am. Because no one looks at someone the way you look at me  just because they’re gorgeous.” I smiled. There was more.

“You showed me how to step outside myself and see what the people who love me see.” I locked our gazes. And those eyes almost stole my train of thought. “You helped me let the spirit back into my life and feel how  chose me… even if I know I feel like there more they want from me than I thought when I fist phased. But that’s okay… they’ll show me a path when it’s time.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Moving to sit upright and straighten myself out. Our eyes were connected, in a way that I didn’t expect I would allow with another person. Yet here we sat.

I crossed my legs underneath my arse, tilting my head as I listened carefully. Not missing anything as my mind worked  to understand.

“Evolution…” the word came out in a whispered breath. I was seeing it in him as it was happening. Before my eyes. Chuckling a little i bit the insides of my cheeks. Shaking my head as it all came together again.

“They knew…. They knew this….” I pointed between us. “It was how the two of us were supposed to have met at this stage. So that you could open your eyes to your true self.”  There was no other explanation.

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled upon hearing that word. It was like our mission statement at this point. I watched all the little changes in her posture and the way her cheek puckered, making me want to kiss the upturned corner of her mouth.

"Oh, they knew." I agreed without a hint of doubt. "They were just biding their time until we were in the right place in our individual journeys to cross our paths..." I shook my head... "How many times do you think we pissed them off by passing each other by like ships in the night... So close... and so..." I shook my head.

Unwilling to let the thought of the distance between us intrude into our bubble.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Biting the inside of my cheeks I let the reel of time play in my mind. She chuckled with the pleasure of recounting the number of times I wanted to kill him.

“Hmm… too many to talk about.” Shaking my head. “They played a dangerous game if you ask me. The number of times you came so close to your next life…” shaking my head again.

“I’m sure they would have made me pay for it, if I had snapped your neck.”  And now, the thoughts made my stomach churn.

•- Embry Call -•

"They did... so you think this was always the plan> I asked genuinely curious. "I mean I wouldn't say that I believe that every little thing happens for a reason... but we of all people can't deny destiny exists and predetermined fates are at least laid out for us to choose." I  smiled her, watching all the possibilities churning in her eyes.

"How long was this on their map? Since you phased? Since I did?" Then a thought hit me that brought this to a whole new level. "Since Mom decided to raise me here instead of going back to her parents when she  realised, she'd be doing it alone?"

•- Leah Clearwater -•

So many questions and answers to them all were possible if I asked them. But did we need those answers?

“Yes, to all and…. No too…. And even Maybe?” My expression turned thoughtful.

“The way I have come to understand things… it’s all a fine line, paths, directions full of  possibilities. Each choice made opens a new cross roads, each with its own unique purpose. The only difference is what we pick and how we choose to use them in our own lives.”

Still considering it all.

“When Ms C chose to stay here in La Push, she opened your path to our ancestors here. Because if you weren’t here in La Push and had left…. Would you step into this world have occurred? Would we have been a pack without you, what would have happened to us all with that one moment in her lifetime if she had said ‘I’m leaving.’ ?”

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled... all the answers and nothing truly answered at the same. But I hadn't really been looking for answers. Those were the types of questions that were the best left as thought-provoking.

"I'm fairly sure I wouldn't have phased if I was in Neah Bay... and if I did...." I  had shuddered many, many times at the thought.

"I would have been in completely alone." I knew it was unlikely, the chances I would have crossed the part of a vampire that far away was slim... and even if I did, I wouldn't have been called to protect Quileute land while living in Makah lands,

"I'm grateful that she stayed. I wouldn't want to change my life... but I do wonder if maybe she would have... moved on if she wasn't here. I'm sure she got lonely."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Have you ask her about it?” The questions were coming fast and hard from me this evening. What was going on with me?

“About her choice, I mean. How she came to it, why? How she feels about it now?” In my eyes Tiffany Call is an amazingly talented and strong woman, who  opened my eyes to a way of living that saved me.

“Without her guidance and advice when I didn’t even know I needed it, I wouldn’t have made it this far…. So, if she had left… who knows where I would be today.”

•- Embry Call -•

"About why she stayed... yeah... she wanted me to know about my Quileute heritage... figured she could teach me about the Makah." I nodded. "About why she never really dated?" I shook my head.

"No... I was a little I was the reason she chose to be alone. And she still wears the necklace my father gave her. I always thought that maybe... she still loved him... even after... everything."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

I knew the necklace she wore; it never came off. And some part of what he said must be true.

“She’s an incredible woman.” All I could say. She has gone through so much, and never once had his mother given the world a reason to question her dedication to her son.

“She had to think about how you would be treated too.” This had been a conversation I’d had with my Ma.

“Mothers, don’t like rocking the boat when it comes to their kids.” I truly didn’t deserve the mother the spirits had given me. Her life…  I stopped those thoughts shaking my head.

•- Embry Call -•

"She really is... I think there was one time in my life that she had three jobs." 

I nodded that is what I had been about hearing. "I know... and I can understand that... And it does not like she never went on dates. She just always... seemed disappointed after them. And I don't think it was because they we're bad guys or anything like that... I don't know. I just hope she didn't think she needed to be alone for my sake."

I looked up and Leah reached over to rest my hand on her knee. "But i do know we were both blessed with the two greatest Mom's  In history."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

My eyes settled on his hand on my leg, I wasn’t ready to look up just yet.

“You’ve said it before Embry, maybe her heart wasn’t hers. At least that part of it was given to someone who didn’t Deserve it, and all the rest… she gave to you and the rest of us..” for those who his mother cared for just like mine.. they were given the world.

Finally letting my gaze find his dark eyes I just nodded once. I knew he was right.

•- Embry Call -•

I nodded… “Yeah…. But she deserved… someone. She’s never admitted that missed out anything raising me… but…” I shook my head. It wasn’t like it was something I could fix.

“She’s a romantic… you know… she deserved her epic love…” I exhaled heavily, even saying that and truly meaning it. I shuddered internally at the thought of sharing my childhood and my mom with a stranger.

Of course, whoever it was wouldn’t have been a stranger for long…

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Turning my hand to find his I laced me fingers. Squeezing a little telling him how I understood, how much I agree with him too.

His mom really did deserve an epic romance like nothing before. One that would become a story we told for generations to come.

But I couldn’t bring myself to promise him it would happen. Because it wasn’t my promise to make. His mom had to be the one who took the first steps. Even if it was unexpected and uncomfortable to start with.

•- Embry Call -•

I appreciated her silence. She never offered hollow reassurance. Just her presence and as enough… those specific worries I had only ever expressed in words to #Jake and #Quil before.

Saying them to her… I smiled… it reminded me that there was so much more to this than the soul-deep and physical bonds we were building.

We were building a true friendship too. I laughed. “At least she will always have you trying to steal her heart.”

Then I point between her and I “You know what conversation means right?”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Okay this made me laugh. “I didn’t want to remind you of the fact… but he did promise to consider my offer if I was… ‘persistent’. Her word… not mine…”

Squeezing his hand, my own way to tell him I would always listen. If he needed to talk. No matter the time of day or night.

But right now, he made me frown, and then rising my eyebrow. “What does this mean?” Had I missed something?  My wolf rolled her eyes, turned around showing me her arse. She saw it? But what was it?

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed.. I loved the banter the two shared. I knew how much they both enjoyed it. I wagged my finger between us again. Smirking.

“We’re friends!” I announced confidently. “Well on our way to bestie territory.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Snapping my teeth at that finger, my eyebrows pulled into a frown.

“Hey… hey… wait up a minute.” Shaking my head my lips pressed so that I wouldn’t laugh as the realisation hit me. Spirits…..he wasn’t wrong.

“What are the rules of this evolution? I’m not sure I’m up for it.”

•- Embry Call -•

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Please… if that was true, you'd be long gone…” I thought about the rules part. “I’m not sure.” I rested my hand on the back of her neck. “I've never had a friend I wanted to do this…” I drew her in, pressing lips to hers lightly at first. “With.” I finished and deepened the kiss.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“You’re such a Wisearse!”

My fingers curled around a cushion beside me. My head turned to him as his hand brought me in and my fingers loosened from the fabric with shivers freely moving down my spine.

Why was it so easy with him? To go from kissing, to making out, to joking  about liking him, to music, to…. Well everything that made us… us?

Flicking my tongue over his lips I bit his lower lip and tugged on it before he deeply kissed me. My hands moved to around his neck pulling him in closer.

•- Embry Call -•

I smiled as she kissed me, letting her pull me in and responding by slipping my arm around her waist. "See." I snapped my teeth at her. "That banter..." I kissed her again, pulling her flush against my chest. "BFF material." I bit her lip this time.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

That snap of his teeth reverberated through to my core. Spirits! That was so sexy! Giving him a huff, after kissing his lips, I bit his lips and rolled my eyes.

“I don’t know, still feels like I should put you through some trail before allowing you the pleasure”.

•- Embry Call -•

“Do I get to put you through trails so the same pleasure?” I teased. We both knew the answer. “Let’s start with all the places you like to be kissed the most. Shall we?”

I smirked and dropped my face into and from on her neck pressing a maddeningly featherlight kissed to her  pulse point.

“This one work best for I’m behind you are tilting your head back onto my shoulder. But… this way is still 90% as effective. With the added bonus of seeing, you face as I lean in.” I kissed her  little more firmly, my tongue tasting skin.

“How did I do? A plus?”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Shaking my head slowly with the smallest of movements. “Already asked... and... answered I believe.”

His closeness and the kiss sent my heart off beat, the betrayal made me groan. Leaning back into him wasn’t difficult anymore. Because the trust was there.

“Hmm… it has its perks I guess.” His scent filled my senses. The deep breath brought the forest, his shower, the shampoo, with some parts of his work lingering at the edges.

“There is always room for improvements, Dimples.” I wasn’t into handing out brownies points at the first ask.

•- Embry Call -•

I moved to let my teeth graze her earlobe. "Even if I promise to never stop improving?"

I knew I wasn't going to get a full grade from her... but would be a lot of fun trying.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

He wasn’t making this easy on me. Just the touch had me tilting my head towards him. A shiver of excitement and then I snapped my head out of it and snapped my teeth tuning around to face him.

“Evolution means to kept improving. So, let’s face it… you have a long road ahead.”

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed against her neck. She spoke like I couldn't feel her reaction. My hands moved down her sides. “Your words say one thing… your body says another.”

I swept my tongue along the shell of her ear. “Since you're a woman of action. I think I'll listen to your body.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Tremors course their way through my stomach making my core clench tight, small gasp caught on my lips.

“It’s treacherous if you ask me, how my body speaks to you without my say so.” My ankle curled around his calf, pulling his leg out from underneath him. And I pushed him back.

•- Embry Call -•

Dammit! How did she always to distract me when I was trying to distract her? I managed the stumble back into her armchair and clutched at her waist the drag down, very inelegantly with me.

“You know… you could just say, come on in, have a seat.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

By the Spirits! Why hadn’t I moved out of his reach? Snapping my teeth at him.

“Since when do you wait for an invitation? Don’t you just show up and make yourself at home?” Shifting myself to sit on his lap. Hoping my armchair isn’t damaged.

•- Embry Call -•

"You make a good point..." I laughed... "But you have to admit..." My arms wrapped around her waist like they were always meant to be there.

"It would be kinder to your furniture if you invited me." I chuckled and quirked a brow.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

My gaze flew across the room to where there was an open space, where there once had been a side table before beside my couch.

“Okay…. Fine… maybe… and I mean… Maybe… there’s a point. Maybe!” I clarified again. “Still I’m not saying this way isn’t more fun.”

•- Embry Call -•

I knew what she was looking at… or rather not looking at. But that one was partially my fault for showing up here to scream at her… what had I been thinking? Under it all was the urge to be near her, conflicted with everything else I was feeling. The hypocrisy I couldn't  break free of.

“See, I can make good points too!” I chuckled. “But I agree that this way is more fun.” I leaned in my brushed my lips against her jaw, just next to her ear.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Snapping my teeth, to hide the shiver the kiss sent dancing down my spine I rolled my eyes. “Someone please take note of the time, the date, and have him sign it three times! Embry Call just agreed with me?”

Clicking my tongue with a “tutt, tutt, tutt.” Adding in for good measure.

“People are going to start talking. They’ll say I bewitched you. Be careful.” Turning to rest my forehead to his, breathing in the scent that was so Embry.

“Have you eaten? I feel like cooking.” The urge had been growing to make something.

•- Embry Call -•

I rolled my eyes at her... "That 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 will have nothing on the parade I will throw when you agree with me."

I chuckled and kissed the end of her nose. "I will correct them and say I was enamoured." I laughed.

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Am I hungry? For your  cooking? That's a rhetorical question, right?"

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Raising my eyebrow at the eye roll. Was he taking lessons from me now?  “Enamoured?” I asked rolling my eyes now. “Did someone use a word of the day toilet paper this morning?”

Kissing him once I pushed off his lap. “You’re always a Wisearse.” Leaning down over him, resting my hands on his shoulders.

“Well, what are you waiting for? An invite?” Snapping my teeth at him again, before straightening up.

Walking towards the kitchen, pulling my hair up and rolling it around my hand then into a messy bun, I looked inside of the fridge.

•- Embry Call -•

I laughed, that eye roll was epic. "If you think a roll of toilet paper can last that long in my house..." I let the thought hang in the air unfinished.

"I had to switch back to the calendar." I smiled and chased her lips for a second kiss but... "Always to quick!" I teased  finishing the thought out loud.

"You always make it very clear that I never needed one in the past... so I take it that you mean I never 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 one." I followed her... watching her do that thing with her hair that always set off the winged creatures in my stomach.

Spirits..." I muttered. "Why is that so sexy?"

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Leaning down I moved things around the fridge, not quite sure what my stomach was calling for tonight. But hearing him had I shaking my head.

“What do you expect from a group of pups and you?” Chuckling because I was sure he was using a calendar. Gathering what I had decided on in my arms I stood up and closed the door turning to find him behind me.

“Hmm?” Raising my eyebrow at him. “Why is what sexy?” Stepping around him to set the ingredients down on the counter.

“I’m thinking grilled chicken and pasta, are you game? I marinated  the chicken last night.”  Turning to move around him. I kissed his shoulder. “You do still need me to answer that question?” 

He knew the answer. He had too. By the Spirits he was stood in my kitchen, that was answer enough.

•- Embry Call -•

"But a calendar!" I chuckled. "That lasts a whole year!"

I watched her distracted as she searched her fridge. Until I heard the word chicken. Then she was walking past me and passing a kiss to my shoulder... like this was a daily routine. Me standing in her kitchen, watching  cook or go about her routines...  and I supposed it was... okay so not daily... but not rare either. I smiled, a simple kiss... raw chicken and a messy bun. Is that my new definition of happiness... I think it is.

I stepped up behind her as she worked and rested my chin on  her shoulder, my hands on her hips and whispered. "You just did."

•- Leah Clearwater -•

“Hmm… I’m sure I did too.” Whispering it for his ears only. Beginning to chop, clean up the vegetables to use with the chicken and pasta. Smiling that smile only he could see.

“Are you planning  to watch me cook, or are you going to help?” Pointing my knife towards the  fridge. “There are beers in there with our names on them. And a table which could be set, Embry Call.”

I had no shame in putting him to work. Even if it felt unreal to have his arms around me right now. This ‘normal’ living thing. We found our way of doing it.

•- Embry Call -•

“I was planning and watching…” I chuckled. That was, of course, code for checking her out. “But I won’t have anyone say Embry Call doesn’t do his share.”

I placed a kiss where my chin had rested and then I stepped away and grabbed the beers from the fridge, opening them. I one next to Leah on the counter and swigged from the other as I gathered plates and cutlery from her cupboards.

“My Mom raised a gentleman after all.” I teased.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Was I ashamed of the way my eyes followed him to the fridge? Nope. Did I enjoy the sight of his pants tightening with his bend? Spirits No. It made me smile. Because I could appreciate the beauty in the work of our spirits in creating him.

“I have not doubted in Ms C’s teachings. It’s how much of her lessons, made it in past the thick skull of yours!”

Smirked as I moved to the sink to watch up before setting the skillet on the hob, and a pan of water to boil for the pasta.

•- Embry Call -•

I felt the heat of her gaze on my arse as I leaned into the fridge. I smiled... apparently, my hotness stood the test of time. Even after all our encounters, she was still eyeing me up.  Not that I doubted it... but, confirmation was always nice.

I rolled my eyes. "You know very well that the thickening of my skull is a direct result of the wallops I got when I didn't listen." I laughed.

I set two glasses on the table for water and made my way back to her. "Want me to help with anything else?" I asked.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Laughing between sips of the cold beer, nodding my agreement at the alleged punishment.

“As if you didn’t deserve each one of them.” Taking another sip, I set the bottle down measuring out the correct amount of pasta into the boiling water.

“No, thank you. I’ve got the rest handled here. As soon as the pasta was on, I began cooking the chicken breast in the hot skillet.

•- Embry Call -•

“I wouldn't say all…. Maybe 75%…” it was definitely all… “but my point is, I learnt my lesson... Eventually.” I laughed. I moved around her kitchen, finding the cutlery and napkins easily. The jig of water she kept chilled in the fridge.

Then my inner child took over. “Nice breasts you've got there.” I said matter-of-factly. “Very… succulent…” trying to remain stoic. I had no regrets.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Again….. again, the sound of his laughter filled my home. And again, my warrior stroked my calm, because it was becoming… no… had become a welcome addition to life for us. The moment soon progressed to me rolling my tongue over my teeth, with my warrior Reminding me not  kick his arse… too hard…

“Hmm… they are, they taste so much better when your lips curl around them. A teasing bit..” A hum of sarcasm coating my words. It’s when I turned to see him walking past, so I kicked his arse with my bare foot. No comment. No explanation needed.

•- Embry Call -•

My laughter grew and I set my hands on her hips from behind. “Damn, Clearwater.” I growled into her ear. “You drive me wild when you talk dirty like that.”

•- Leah Clearwater -•

So, I’m not going to admit it. But that made my core clench. So, I snapped my teeth at him while turning the chicken over in the skillet.

“Keep it up Call, see how wild it can get in a hot kitchen.” Growling right back at him and his warrior, who I knew must be liking it too.

•- Embry Call -•

I buried my nose against her neck and inhaled deeply. “You know your entire scent changes when you’re turned on, right?” Of course, she did. I chuckled. “Not just…” My hand slid from her hip the very top of her thigh. She would get what I mean.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Of course, I knew! It’s why I always controlled myself outside of these walls, and our bubble. “Bloody ancestral pheromones! We couldn’t have evolved into hiding that crap?”

My lips parted taking in a breath, I closed my eyes for a brief moment. It was heady when my walls came down. And he was blood talented. “Don’t start something you cannot finish, Embry Call.” He errands another teeth snap.

•- Embry Call -•

“Spirits I hope we never do.” I inhaled again dragging the tip of nose along her neck. “You smell… so. Fucking. Good.”  I chuckled and pulled back… just my face. Mg hands stayed on her hips… “Almost as good as that chicken.” I teased her. She smelled better… but we couldn’t waste food by getting distracted…

Or we shouldn’t. My stomach growled loudly, and I laughed.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Laughter… it was coming from me…. This man…. Only he could turn you on, and then make you laugh out loud.

“Your stomach agrees, the chicken is better.” Turning the meat in the pan, I saw the pasta boiling. “Let’s give your hands something to do. Could you drain the noodles?”

•- Embry Call -•

“My stomach is an idiot! You should see some of the  things I’ve eaten in the past.” I kissed her temple. “But this time I think it’s onto stomach. The food smells amazing too.”

I picked up the pot and took to the sink it drains the noodles… before my idle did start to wander.

•- Leah Clearwater -•

Veggies cooking, the chicken too, I moved to set the sauce going next then walked over to the speaker in here turning it on. “We need some music.” It wasn’t a question, I hit play on my playlist and let the music gods do their thing. (Music: Take It From Me – Jordan Davis)

•- Embry Call -•

I couldn’t help myself… I watched her until she had nothing in her hands, and I took her by the wrist to to spin her into my chest.

“Can’t let a song like this go to waste.” I spun both of us away from the counters and wrapped my arm around her waist.

TBC.....

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

TAG, YOU’RE IT- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Lumberjack! Steve Rogers x Bunny! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: A sweet, innocent, game of tag becomes something much dirtier when Steve finally catches you, his sweet little bunny. 

Warnings: throat fucking, blowjob, petnames, praise kink, daddy kink, teasing, 6′5 steve rogers in a red flannel bc holy god 

Notes: i wrote this little blurb today for easter, so happy easter for those who celebrate! this was inspired by the song tag, you’re it by melanie martinez. enjoy!

-claire bear

It had started off as a silly, little game. 

Tag- you’re it! You had giggled, swatting your boyfriends arm playfully, a mischievous gleam in your eyes as you ran from Steve. 

It was supposed to be innocent. Playful. 

You didn’t know what you had just started as you turned the corner, his thundering footsteps nearing as you hid. You covered up a giggle with your hand, scurrying towards the front door. Running through it, you wildly look for a place to hide from Steve.

 Your heart shuddered loudly in your chest, breaths coming in quick shallow pants. You knew it was a game, that it was nothing more than good fun. Steve would find you, eventually, swing you up in his arms, and shower you in kisses.

 That was always the outcome with the little games you played. 

Yet, your hair stood on edge as you ran from the lumberjack, legs trembling slightly as you scurried towards the woods. 

He told you not to go in there. 

Steve told you it was too dangerous for little girls like you in there, that it wasn't safe. So you tugged up your knee-high socks, adjusted your bunny ears and bolted towards the bush. This way, Steve would have no choice but to come to your rescue, to be your prince charming. 

He would save you from the big bad wolf stories he told you about late a night by the fireplace, when you’d snuggle a little closer in his arms when the animals would howl. 

Your hair whipped behind you as you surged forward, knowing he was on the front porch, the place you had just left from. Meaning, he wasn't far. 

The bark was rough on your skin as you gripped it tighter, his footsteps coming closer as you hid behind the evergreen. “Come out, come out wherever you are baby bunny!” he sang gently, a branch snapping from under his weight. 

The birds chirped as you giggled, scurrying deeper into the bush. He was getting closer, tracking your every move. He heard the brush of your skirt among the leaves, saw a peek of your bunny ears from behind a tree. But he wanted to let you have your fun. 

He wanted this to be a chase, something that would make you excited- on edge. His tactic was working it seemed, your heart beating faster with every second that passed. 

“I thought I told you to stay out of the woods bunny…” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he neared. You peaked your head out from behind the bark, seeing his crimson flannel through the twigs. You clenched your thighs in excitement, arousal seeping your little lace panties he had put on you this morning. 

Suddenly, the woods became too quiet. You couldn't hear anything but the odd crick of the cicadas, the rustle of leaves as the gentle breeze blew. Steve’s flannel was nowhere to be seen. 

You were nervous, thoughts racing through your head at a million miles an hour. Before any could slip past your tongue, a sudden grip made you squeal, Steve’s arms wrapping you in a bear hug.

 “Tag.” he whispered, pulling you tight to his chest as you giggled with delight. “You caught me daddy!” you smiled up at him, getting lost in his baby blues as he took you in. “I’ll always catch my little bunny. But do you mind telling me why she was poking around the scary forest, a place where she's not supposed to be?” he cooed softly, hands slipping down to stroke your sides and grip your ass. 

“Wasn't scary daddy I promise. I knew you would save me if there were any wolves around.” you reassured in a soft tone, biting your lip sharply as he smacked your ass with his palm, making you jolt in surprise.

 “Oh baby, haven't you learned? I’m the big bad wolf.” he teased, hands coming up to press down on your shoulders, dropping you to your knees.

 You whined in protest as the sharp twigs bit into your knees, causing indents to form in your skin as Steve walked around so he was in front of you. You looked up at him obediently as he smiled down at you, running a hand through his blonde locks. 

This was how you always sat, perched and ready for him. He was to use you as he pleased, your body at his every whim. You were growing needy and impatient for him, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you hard and deep. 

But you knew you’d have to earn that first.

 “ My beautiful little bunny.” he smiled, admiring the bunny ears that lay upon your head. “So good for daddy aren't you sweetheart?” 

“Yes daddy.” you smiled, desperately trying to keep your hands to yourself, knowing you'd be punished if you touched him without permission. You wrung them, toying with your fingers as he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail between his fingers. “Go on bunny.” he coaxed, urging you on gently. 

You wasted no time sliding up to unbuckle his belt, zipping down his jeans and his boxers with ease. Your mouth watered at the sight of his throbbing cock, all hard and dripping with precum. It was red and throbbing as you looked up at your daddy with doe eyes, wrapping your mouth around the tip. A low hiss emitted from his throat, grip tightening as you kissed it, placing little kitten lips upon the end. 

Your eyes widened in alarm, a muffled moan leaving you as he jerked your head forward, forcing you to take him in. You choked as he hit the back of your throat, spit dribbling down the sides of your lips.

 “Shhh, shh that's a good bunny. Takin daddy's cock so well, like the little slut she is.” he praised, eyes never leaving yours as you forced yourself to take him all, a lump now formed in your throat. 

The twigs underfoot dug into your skin as you clenched your thighs together tighter, your grip on his thighs the same. Steve allowed no time for you to get used to the feeling, already beginning to use you for his pleasure like a toy. 

“This is why little bunnies like you don’t get to come out into the woods.” he moaned, head thrown back in pleasure against the tree as he fucked your mouth, using your hair to guide your mouth. Tears pooled in your eyes, dripping down to mingle with your spit as he abused your throat, not allowing you to breathe. 

“Fuckkkk bunny. Atta girl. Attaaa girl.” he hissed through clenched teeth, his orgasm nearing. Your cries reverberated around his cock, pushing him over the edge. Steve came with a grunt of your name, spilling his hot seed down your throat. You welcomed it happily, savouring every last drop as he praised you, telling you what a good girl you were, how you were his and only his. 

Your throat was raw as Steve slid out of you, making you cough and sputter for breath. “Was I good daddy?” you croaked out, holding your throat as if your grip on it would take the pain away. “So good for me button. You were such a good baby bunny.” 

His hand came down to caress your cheek, large fingers swiping away the tears that continued to fall. “Now how bout we get you a little tail hmm?”

[earlgreydream]

cozy.

| draco x reader x theo | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Draco x reader x Theo smut

The fire in the hearth crackled nearby, offering warmth in the common room made of marble and glass. You knelt on a satin pillow, curled up between the legs of your lover. Your head rested against the inside of Draco’s thigh, your back against the chair he was perched in. You felt safe at his feet, leaning into the touch of his hand in your hair.

Your friends were all piled on the couches and on the floor around the coffee table, all fighting for a seat near the warm fire. You were wrapped in one of Theo’s knitted quidditch sweaters, his body above yours, draped over the arm of Draco’s chair.

You let your mind wander, tuning out of the conversation about where everyone was spending Christmas. You were almost asleep, lulled into drowsiness by Draco’s fingers carding through your hair.

“Y/N, love. Pansy asked you a question,” Draco hummed, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

“Hm?” You hummed, struggling to open your eyes.

“I asked if you were still awake,” she teased, and you yawned, hoping you could continue leaning on Draco without being disturbed.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” Theo’s voice broke through your sleepy haze, and you held your arms out, too tired to really open your eyes or stand up. Draco laughed gently, and Theo bent down to pick you up.

“Draco?” You mumbled, your arms draping over Theo’s back.

“I’m going to stay down here a bit longer. I’ll be up later,” Draco kissed the back of your hand before letting Theo carry you to the dorms.

“I want to go to your bed.”

“My bed?” he teased, kissing your cheeks. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

He carried you to Draco’s prefect dorm, the large, private room where the three of you often slept. 

Theo gently set you down on the edge of the bed, stepping into the ensuite and returning with a washcloth. You scrunched your face as he cleaned your makeup off gently, holding your jaw in his hand. You relaxed, letting him wash your makeup off, appreciating that he was doing it for you. 

Theo loved to dote on you. He was gentle and sweet, and enjoyed caring for you and showering you with attention. It extended to Draco, too, who basked in the brunette’s affections. 

You slipped off your jeans and crawled under the covers as soon as Theo was finished with your face. He smiled at you when he returned, amused by how cuddly you got when you were tired.

“I want Draco,” you murmured, reaching out to his side of the empty bed.

“What am I to you, then?”

“I already have you here with me,” you pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. 

Theo changed into joggers before sliding in bed with you. You moved to lay on top of him, wrapping your body around his. His hands moved to rest on your backside, gently brushing his thumbs over your skin. 

Theo felt your breathing deepen as you fell asleep, curling up tighter into him. He kissed your head, listening to your soft sighs as you exhaled. 

You were warm, like a little heater curled up on his chest. You snuggled deeper into the sweater as you slept, seeming to bury into the coziness. He pulled the duvet up higher over your back, and you relaxed, your fingers resting on his chest.

Theo looked up when the door opened later, Draco slipping inside. He smiled at the two of you, his two favorite people. Draco walked over, setting his hand on Theo’s shoulder and kissing him firmly.

“I love you,” Theo whispered, and Draco nodded, saying it back. 

He brushed hair from your face, leaning down and kissing your temple. He sat beside the two of you for a while, murmuring softly with Theo about plans for the weekend before finally getting ready for bed. 

They were careful not to disturb you, and Draco slid under the duvet, settling against Theo’s side. Theo removed an arm from you to wrap around Draco, playing with his silvery hair until they fell asleep.

You woke up between the boys, all three of you half-asleep. You stirred and realized both of your boyfriends were hard.

“Hey, hey,” Theo murmured, grabbing your hip as you ground back against him. 

You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging the boy into a heavy kiss. Your fingers trailed over his defined abs, below his waistband. He moaned into your mouth, weakly bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. He was heavy in your fingers, his skin soft like velvet. The feeling was making arousal soak through your panties, smearing on the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Theo moaned before pushing his tongue into your mouth, deepening your kiss. 

“Watching you two go at it is making me horny,” Draco murmured against your neck. He pushed his sweats down and began to grind against your ass, making you gasp. He hooked his fingers in the lace that barely covered you, pulling it aside. 

“Keep touching Theo, baby,” Draco encouraged, pulling your leg over his to give him better access before he carefully pushed the tip inside of you. You stuttered for a moment before sliding your thumb over Theo’s tip, making him whine. Draco decided to tease you, a hint of sadism breaking through your early-morning softness. His thrusts were shallow at first, just barely entering you, edging your entrance.

“Draco, please fuck me,” you cried, trying to squirm back to take more of him in.

“I am, baby,” he feigned innocence, amusement sparkling in his starry eyes.

“N-no, you’re teasing me. Please, I want all of you!”

Draco gave you what you wanted all at once, his entire body connecting with yours. You arched your back off of Draco’s chest, ecstasy consuming you as the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls. Draco’s hips thrusted forward, burying himself as deep as possible inside of you. Your head dropped back on his shoulder, your vision blurring as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit. 

“Come for me, Theo,” you begged sweetly, feeling him twitch in your hand. 

His hand went to the back of your head, dragging you into another kiss as he came. His hips stuttered as he released in your hand, making a mess of his joggers.

“You’re taking Draco’s cock so well, sweetheart. You look so pretty getting fucked like this in my sweater,” Theo praised you, laying his hand on the space between your hips.

“He’s so big, I can feel him in your belly, stretching you out. I bet you’re so tight, squeezing the life out of him,” Theo’s words made Draco fuck you harder, chasing the relief he craved.

Theo kissed you, his hands slipping under your sweater to gently fondle your tits. He lazily rocked into your hand, still-half hard from the erotic sight of you being railed by Draco.

“I’m so close, fucking hell,” Draco swore, pulling your hips back to meet his as he wrapped his body around yours. The pressure building up inside of him exploded, and soon he was filling your pussy with hot white ribbons, buried all the way inside of you. You cried out against Theo’s lips at the sensation, overwhelmed from feeling so full.

Draco’s torture on your clit didn’t cease, and soon you were tumbling over the edge, throbbing tightly around Draco as you came with a shudder. Your orgasm washed through you in waves, drawing out your euphoria until you were shaking.

You winced as Draco pulled out of you, moving your panties back in place, keeping your releases inside of you. Some of it seeped through the lace, making you feel even more lewd. Draco swore at the sight, gathering it on his fingers before tasting you, making your cheeks burn. You hid your face in Theo, who lovingly stroked your hair.

Peacefulness settled back over the room, and your mind and body softened, leftover endorphins simmering and making you relaxed.

Both boys admired you, whispering soft praises about how lovely you were and how amazing you treated them. They adored you, showering you with affection and making sure you knew how terribly loved you were.

The boys let you rest for a few moments, catching your breath and letting the high wear off. You felt a bit dazed as you opened your eyes, gazing up at the two gorgeous boys on either side of you.

“We gotta shower, sweetheart. We’re all filthy. Your hand is messy and your pussy is spilling all over the place,” Theo kindly teased, cupping you between your legs and making you shudder and lean back into Draco.

“Sensitive, love?” Draco asked, leading you toward the shower.

“A little,” you confessed, your steps unsteady from the force of Draco fucking you. Theo helped you out if your clothes and tossed them aside, opening the glass door.

Steam rose from the shower and you welcomed the hot water as you moved under the stream. It washed away the filth from your body, and you leaned back into Theo’s chest so he could properly cleanse you.

He squeezed vanilla soap into his hands before rubbing and massaging it into your body, the sweet scent wafting around you. You let him turn you so he could wash your back, and Draco kissed your shoulder. You faded from reality as they washed themselves, your mind wandering to your warm bed that you desperately wished to get back to.

It took some convincing to get you to let them wash your hair. You reminded them to be careful of your tangles, and they promised to be gentle.

“Baby, did I hurt you?” Draco’s worried voice broke you out of your dreamy thoughts.

You looked down and saw the bruise on your hip, matching up with his hand. Theo tensed, his fingertips brushing softly over your marked skin. He hated to see you with any sign of injury, wanting to protect you.

“No, not at all,” you promised Draco, giving him a reassuring kiss. The boys exchanged a silent look, and Draco knew he was in for it later, bound to receive a lecture from Theo about being careful with you.

Draco guided your head under the water, rising the soap from your hair before shutting it off. You squeezed the water out of your hair, hesitating to leave the warm shower.

You shivered, goosebumps breaking out over your skin as you stepped into the cold air. Theo noticed, wrapping you in a towel. You giggled as he playfully rubbed you through it, tickling your sides and dragging you against his chest.

“It’s so cold! I want to go back to bed,” you complained, trying to make your way back to the magically cleaned sheets.

“Let’s get breakfast first, then go to Hogsmeade with everyone,” Draco suggested, and you sighed, unable to deny the attractiveness of the idea.

You slipped into fur-lined leggings and a warm sweater, pulling wool socks onto your feet to go inside of your boots.

Two cardamom buns and a cup of coffee later, you were braving the icy temperatures in order to go shopping and get some butterbeer.

You walked between them, holding each of their hands as you popped in and out of shops, chattering excitedly with your friends.

Giggles erupted from you as both boys kissed your cheeks, making you squeal with delight as you entered a pub for some butterbeer. You slid into a booth, closed in between their bodies, deciding there was nowhere else you’d rather be than with them.

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part 2: cozy (2).

[saintmurd0ck]

first of all we might need to have a chat about anakin skywalker bcuz GURL 👀

second of all, I’m in a fluffy mood. how do u think our dear sweet mr murdock would propose 🥺

🥺🥺 thank you so much for being my first request, ily hahaha

also yes ANI please I might just have to start on a fic for him1!!!

I poured my mf heart out writing this, and I hope you like it cause 💘💗💖💘💖💝

marry me | matt murdock x f!reader

It’d been on his mind all day. Well, it’d been on his mind since the second you met; since the second he heard your heart beat in tandem with his, but today was different. He wasn’t sure if it was the way you whispered, “Good morning, Matty,” to him when you woke up, carefully getting out so as not to wake him, or the way you sang in the shower afterwards. Maybe it was the joy that radiated from you, like a strip of magnesium set alight, when you told him about the scent of spring flowers blossoming in the air. Whatever it was, today was the day that Matt’s love for you would be sealed with a ring.

—

You called out to Matt as you put your final touches on your makeup. “Don’t forget our reservation at 7, darling!”

Beaming into the mirror, your shaky hands tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Heart racing and lips pressed together, you glanced down at your bag. Your eyes fixated on the dark blue box inside; the little box whose velvet lining carried the ring you were going to propose to Matt with tonight.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you headed out of the bathroom to the front door to put your shoes on. 

“Oh, shit,” you sighed, realising you left your phone in the bedroom.

You turned around to go back.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you froze.

There he was. 

On one knee, a ring in hand.

Your hands flew up to your chest as Matt started with your name. “I have—,” he hesitated, breathing shallow. “The day we met, I knew… I just knew… I’d met my wife. I can’t—“

“Yes!” you exclaimed, running to him, your head giddy. “Oh— I’m sorry! I’ll let you finish!” 

Matt let out a breathy laugh, one that was filled with relief. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you exhaled, unable to hold back a half-crying half-laughing sound, holding your finger out as Matt slid the ring on.

Matt instinctively pulled you in for a kiss, but you pushed him away, digging around in your bag for the blue box. You opened it swiftly, the box revealing a slender silver ring. “I got this for you too!”

Matt’s eyes, already red-rimmed, welled up further. “God, I love you.” Crying turned to laughter as his hand flew to his mouth. “Yes, yes of course!” The ring fit perfectly on his finger.

Matt wrapped you in a tight embrace, both a mess of tears and laughter, unable to form the words to articulate the thoughts running through your heads.

Matt took his hand in yours, smiling as his fingers brushed over the symbol of his love. “Should we leave now, soon-to-be Mrs Murdock?” He grinned radiantly at you.

You looked up at your fiancé, heart swelling as your future flashed before your eyes. “Foggy and Karen are going to be so excited to plan a wedding.”

[lollypopsx]

Husband!Harry: In Sickness And In Health

Please like if it’s not too shabby and re blog if you think someone else may love this too! I love you all! Be safe and be kind x

Masterlist

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"Y/N?" Harry's voice rung through the hallways of your Hampstead house. "Baby? Are you ok?!" He frowns. He had texted you multiple times during the day, without a response, and he could see on the ‘Find My Friends’ app that you were at home, well at least your phone was!

Sure, maybe you had gone out without your phone, but you never did that. Or maybe, it was broken and you couldn't use it, but then you'd have messaged him from the Ipad. Or maybe you were extremely mad at him because he woke you up, accidentally, this morning while getting ready for work, but was that really worth being ignored?

And of course, none of that was the case.

He wandered through the kitchen to see you buried under yours and Harry's blankets from the bed, with Netflix looping the title screen, tissues thrown everywhere, your peacefully sleeping body curled on the sofa, and croaked breaths escaping from your mouth.

“Oh m’baby” He mutters softly, quietly muting the tv, grabbing the tissues from the floor and placing the small bin beside you. His hand gently rests against your forehead. “Fuck...you’re burning baby” He mumbled quietly. He knew you were asleep and wouldn’t hear him, but he always felt comfort talking to you, whether you were listening or not.

He pulled away one of the blankets, resting it to the side and getting you a glass of water and medicine for when you woke up. You definitely wasn’t this bad last night, or even this morning. You had been quite sniffly, but not passed out with croaky breathes.

He lifted your legs gently, sitting underneath and resting them back on his lap, his hand gently stroking the strands of your sweaty hair out of your face. He sat quietly scrolling through his phone, as he subconsciously sat running his fingers through your hair.

The silence was broken by soft whimpering. Harry looked over at you concerned, noticing your furrowed brow and shallowed breaths. “Hey baby...” He whispers softy, stroking your cheek gently. “Y/N...Darling, wake up for me” He shakes your shoulder.

“Hm?” You grumble tiredly, rubbing your eyes and groaning softly as you sit up. “H, what are you doing home? I thought you were working until 6″ You frown softly.

“Baby, it’s 7pm” He frowns, helping you sit up and handing you the water.

“What?! It can’t be, I only closed my eyes for a nap at lunchtime” You frown “I...I haven’t done dinner!” You whimper softly.

“Baby...calm” He whispers, pulling you onto his lap, his arms wrapping tight around you as he hands you the tablets and holds the glass to your lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, hm? I would of come home” He whispers, stroking your back. 

“I-I just thought I’d be fine after a nap. I’ll start dinner” You mutter.

“Nope. I’ll order in” He mutters firmly, holding you against his chest.

“H...” You sigh, about to protest. 

“Don’t even think about it” He mutters, his hand rubbing small circles on your back. Your head was buried in his neck as you cough into your hand, your throat feeling raw. 

“You go have a nice shower and I’ll tidy up and order some dinner okay?” He presses continuous kisses to your head, not wanting to let go for a second longer than he needs to.

You wanted to object. You wanted to be glued to his chest for the rest of your life, but you were too tired to argue. You nod softly and head upstairs to shower, the steam from the shower, making you feel like you could finally breath again, until your erupted into your next coughing fit. You groan softly as your eyes brimmed with tears, you shut the water off and wrapped the towel tightly around your body, and another around your hair. 

As you come out the bathroom, H was sat up against the headboard in bed, with clean bed sheets, pizza and the only light coming from the TV.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” He gives you a sweet smile.

“Like I’ve been hit by a bus” You mutter with a tired smile, grabbing a pair of his boxers and one of his hoodies before slipping them on and crawling into bed. “Eat.” He smiles.

“Bossy” You mutter, teasing him.

 “Hey...at least I don’t look like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” He grins cheekily.

“Hey!” You croak out with a whine, taking a slice of pizza and cuddling into his side. “can I have a kiss now?” Harry chuckles softly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulls you into his side.

“But you’ll get sick Haz” You frown softly.

“In sickness and in health baby” He whispers, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against yours lovingly.

“In sickness and in health” You whisper against his lips. 

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[maddiwrites]

Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll. 

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!! 

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

Masterlist

It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas. 

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought. 

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner. 

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first. 

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning. 

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead. 

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences. 

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time. 

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags. 

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid. 

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement. 

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes. 

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it. 

“Dude!” 

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of. 

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different. 

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump. 

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him. 

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him. 

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified. 

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards. 

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating. 

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting. 

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one. 

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster. 

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach. 

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night. 

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back? 

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his. 

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive. 

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally. 

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises. 

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper. 

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope. 

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip. 

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to. 

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you. 

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second. 

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

[moneymasnn]

Please can we have something with Mason where he gets home after a game, you can chose the result, he’s tired, cuddles into the reader and hides his face in the readers neck

lazy dayz| Mason mount

Gif credits go to @mariuslindvik

Blurb: Masons had a really long tiering day resulting in you both having lazy sex on the sofa to chear him up.

Notes: Sorry it’s short but I loved writing this! Passionate lazy sex>anything. Also I think my messages are back guys so YAY

Warnings: smut, some foul language

You was mid way through a long day at work when the notification popped up on your phone.

"Match ended: Chelsea [0-0] Wolverhampton wanderers”

An immediate frown appearing on your face, you knew how mason had been feeling recently and you knew that the result of todays game was just going to make him feel worse. Your heart ached for mason, he had told you last night while cuddling in bed that he felt useless and exusted. You could have sworn you felt your heart break as tears welled up in your eyes, you hatted seeing him like this, the man you do deeply lobed. However you just reminded him that this feeling wasn't going to last for ever.

"You needed to have some bad times for the good times to feel good"

What you didn't know was that mason had walked into the changing rooms that morning repeating the rather inspirational quote, trying to give the rest of the team an up lift.

Once you got home you noticed you was back before mason, so you went up stairs, had a shower, washed your hair then trotted back down the stairs in some comfy pjs with damp hair.

After scrolling on your phone for a while you heard the front door close, and before you knew it mason was standing in front of you dropping his stuff to the floor before he climbed on top of you laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your back.

You gently pushed his hair out of his face and kissed the top of his head.

"hey baby" you mumbled into his hair.

Mason just groaned into you chest as he snugged into your fluffy pjs, he was listening to the long rise and fall of your shallow breath, feeling the most content he had in days.

"Hi" he said like a shy child, as he raised his head to kiss your lips.

"How are you feeling?" you was still stroking your hand threw his hair, you knew he loved when you did that.

"Been better"

You felt your heart break once more as you felt his arms wrap around you tighter, he just wanted to hold you close.

He pulls your body down slightly so he can nussle his face into your neck as he places short, sloppy, peppered kisses.

"You smell really nice" mason hums at the sent of your strawberry scented shampoo.

"Do you want anything mase? food? a drink? a bath?" you wanted to pamper him with chocolate and face masks to make him even feel the slightest bit better.

"You"

You was confused at his reply at first as you soon enough felt his hand leave your side and come up to pull your t-shirt to the side so he could start kissing your collar bone. He then brought his hand down to the top of your shorts, playing with the band.

You moved you legs so mason could slot In between you, bending your legs and wrapping them around his waist, holding him as tight as you can.

Masons hand pushed into your shorts and into you knickers, his fingers slipped down your slit as he spreaded out your wetness so he could rub your clit. He rubbed your clit in slow circles as he continued to suck on your collar bone. He the brought his face up to yours to place a meaningful kiss too your lips.

"I love you"

He mumbled onto your lips before he placed his face back into the crock of your neck.

Mason pulled his hand from your shorts as he then pulled himself out of his pants, he was already erect and leaking pre cum from feeling your pussy, as he used his wet fingers as a lubricant to pump himself a few times.

He pulled your shorts off your legs, throwing them somewhere over the sofa as he gently rubbed your slit with the top of his dick.

"I love you so much princess. So. fucking. much. You feel him push his face into your neck more as he slowly inserts himself.

He was still fully clothes and so were you, technically. He used his free hand to intertwine with yours and place them above your head, as he used his other hand to keep him up so we wasn't squishing you.

"your always so tight baby girl, you always feel so good"

Masons thrusts were slow and sloppy, he had no pace, he was just enjoying the way you were clenched around him. Mason loved slow, sloppy, sleepy sex, he found it passionated and full of love. The way all you can hear is both of your harsh breathing and the noise of your wet pussy adjusting to his size.

He continued to slowly thrust into you as your hands were lost in his hair, mason was mumbling a number of sweet nothings into your neck, most of which you couldn't here because of the way he pushing his face so hard into you.

When mason picks up the pace a little bit you were sent into over drive, the angle causing him to brush your clit, sending sensations through your body as you felt that all to familiar knot form in your stomach.

You moan out his name in a breathless voice, as you pulled on the long grown out locks of his hair.

Mason knew you were close by the way you were clenching around his dick.

"hold it" was all he could manage to say as he picked up the pace feeling his own orgasm plummeting on him.

"can I cum in you?" mason moves his head from the warm comfort of your neck to look at you red, sweaty face.

You were biting down on your lip, eyes closed and head tilted back as you managed to wimper out a "please"

This sent shock waves though mason as he pushed as hard as he could into you for your final thrusts.

"cum princess"

And with that your legs were shaking on masons back as he tried to keep some sort of composure and ride both of your orgasms out. The slick noises of both of your cum mixed and polling out of you was music to masons ears, as he thrusted a few more sloppy pushes as he flopped onto you, keeping his dick nusseled inside of you.

"can we just stay like this please?" mason said as he was back to sucking and placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

You both laid there for a moment, mason thinking about how lucky he his to have you in his life when you popped out,

"fancy a bath together, I got some new bath bombs today"

Mason raised his head with a large smile on his lips, "when I thought I couldn't love you anymore"

"shut up" you giggle, your heart felling fuzzy. "I love you too mase"

[frannyzooey]

frankie morales x f!nanny, weeknights universe

rating: explicit

I keep thinking about Weeknights Frankie and how he feels around the nanny — almost giddy, every time your name lights up his phone or when you walk through the door.

Just itching to get his hands on you, to touch you, to feel you right next to him but also just to talk with you, see how your day went, have you sit at his kitchen table while he cooks dinner for you and Lucia.

He hasn’t felt like this since he was a teenager and damn if he doesn’t feel foolish sometimes, but he can’t help the way he smiles when he thinks of you, the way you creep into his thoughts at all hours of the day.

The excitement that floods through his chest when you text “on my way”, the tension that collects in his limbs knowing you’ll be here soon and depending on the time of day he gets the text, the tight knot of arousal that quickly gathers below his navel knowing what’s to come.

He’s hasn’t fucked around this much since high school — so much making out in his bed, so much over the clothes groping, so many nights spent on the couch long after the TV has gone silent devouring your swollen mouth, loving the way your lips mold around his as he pushes his body between your thighs with a weighted grind.

He can’t ever stop — his hands on your hips as soon as you walk in the door, his mouth already seeking yours out, his nose pressing into the hollow below your ear or the nape of your neck or against your forehead for a moment before he presses his lips there and it’s even worse when you wear those jeans he loves.

When you wear them he’s sliding his hands into the pockets, curling his fingers underneath the waistband in the shallow of your hips, watching your hips sway as you walk around his house and all he can think about is how he wants to tear them off the second Lucia goes to bed; wants to peel them down your legs and off, to really see your ass the way he likes.

You know he likes it, the way he can’t ever stop touching it and you stand between his spread thighs now, slowly undoing the button and zipper before pushing them down, wiggling out of them while he watches.

Your back is to him, the thin cotton of your panties so innocent yet his thoughts are nothing but when you bend over to slip your feet out of the jeans before sitting down right in his lap.

The give of your plush ass drives him crazy and you can feel him stir under you when you slowly start to circle your hips, your fingers digging into his thighs.

His mouth is warm and wet between your shoulder blades, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra before it snaps open and you grin at the frantic way he rips it away and tosses it onto the floor before reaching around to palm the weight of your breasts in his broad hands.

He needs to get you back into the bedroom, needs to push you down on the bed and slip his fingers into your slick cunt, slide his tongue through the soaked folds to drink you down before working his cock into you but he can’t seem to move right now — not with the way your wiggling on his lap, with the way your back is arched to push your breasts into his hands.

He knows the guys would give him so much shit if they knew he was doing this with his babysitter of all things, but there is something illicit about it that makes his cock even harder right now as you grind into it.

He likes this secret, likes keeping you all to himself, likes making you come on his couch and in his bed and in his shower, likes slipping inside you for one last quickie before work every morning you’re there, just so he’s able to make it through the day.

You are his — something he breathes now into your ear, his hand skating up your back to fist the hair at the nape of your neck and he can’t take it anymore when you let out that breathy moan he likes, your movements needier and needier on his lap.

“Get in the bedroom”, he pants out against the firm round of your shoulder and they are words he’s uttered so many times in the last few weeks, crowding you as you walk quickly down the hallway together, almost pushing you through the door before closing it behind him.

“Show me your pussy”, he says immediately, watching you lay back on the bed and you feel so fucking empty at the sound of his voice saying the command, but also so wanted. “I wanna see how wet it is.”

He can see the damp spot on the crotch of your underwear, can see our slick leaking through the material and you aren’t fast enough for him — he’s already peeled his shirt off and tossed it into the corner, already pushed his jeans and briefs off with a kick to the side and his hands knock yours out of the way when he kneels on the bed, tugging your panties off.

He hasn’t been this urgent since high school, not this desperate to fuck anyone in a long time and you love the way he smiles against your mouth when he pulls you on top of him, guiding your hips to straddle his.

He loves to see you move above him, to take what you want, to show him how you like it and when you brace your hands on his firm chest and sink down on him with a whined oh fuck, frankie before you immediately start to move he thinks you just might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He’s gonna fuck you right now and then again tonight, again in the morning with trembling hands and a hungry mouth. It’s how it’s been every night since you’ve started spending the night and he already can’t wait to see your face during those times.

He can’t wait to feel how wet you get for him, can’t wait to feel you come on his fingers and his face and on his cock and his head tips back into the pillow with a groan now because Jesus Christ you feel so fucking tight.

His hands curl around your hips to guide you faster, his hips arching up to meet yours and fuck you just might kill him but he just can’t stop; a breathless smile against your lips when he sits up with a cinch, pulling you in for a kiss.

you make me feel like I’m livin a teenage dream

the way you turn me on

my heart stops when you look at me

just one touch, now baby I believe

Imma get your heart racing with my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me, in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[aetheternity]

Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)

Mikasa

~Touch

The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.

She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.

Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.

Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.

She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.

She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.

Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.

"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.

Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.

Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.

Annie

~Touch/Sound

One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.

She grew to adore the smallest things about you.

The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.

The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs

Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)

Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)

Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)

She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.

Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.

Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.

Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.

Sasha

~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste

She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏

Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.

Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).

She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.

Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.

When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.

Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.

Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.

Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.

"Five more minutes please.." You beg

If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.

Hitch

~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)

It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.

She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.

And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.

"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.

"Reminds me of your pink dress?"

"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."

Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.

Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.

She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.

Backwards ass compliments.

"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."

Don't worry it's how she shows affection.

Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.

Pieck

~Sight/taste

From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.

Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)

She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.

Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.

Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.

Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.

She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.

Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.

Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.

Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!

And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)

Yelena

~Sound

She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.

She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.

Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).

The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.

She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.

I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.

Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.

Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.

That sort of thing.

Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.

Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.

Hange

~Sight/touch

Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.

It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.

And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.

Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.

Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.

Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.

Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.

Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.

Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.

Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.

Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)

Historia

~Smell (First one here.)

She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.

She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.

You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.

Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.

Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.

She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.

Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.

It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.

And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.

If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.

All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.

Ymir

~Sight/touch

You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.

What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.

She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.

"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."

Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.

Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie

Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.

Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.

Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.

Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."

Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️

(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 8)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut... a minor injury... a motorcycle... a teeny tiny bit of angst?? honestly it's just pretty normal aside from the smut

You actually fell asleep without anything too untoward happening, just kissing and cuddling and whispers that didn't make much sense to each other but still made your heart flutter each time.

Waking up, though, was another story entirely.

"Arăți frumos în timp ce dormi," he mumbled into the crook of your neck, pulling your hips back so you could feel his hard cock against your ass. You hummed and snuggled up closer to him, bathing in his warmth as much as possible.

“I swear I’ve never slept so well in my life,” you mumbled as you reached back to run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I need you in my bed all the time so I can finally get some rest.”

He smiled against your skin, sucking on that spot just behind your ear that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Il vrei?” he asked huskily, and you didn’t even care what he was asking; when he said it like that, the answer was always ‘yes.’ You nodded happily, biting your lip, as he started to push your panties down and helped you arch your back so he could guide his cock to your entrance.

You still gasped and clutched at the sheets beneath you, you couldn’t help it even if it wasn’t your first time discovering how thick he was. It was just barely painful for one fleeting moment before it faded into that delightful fullness, his strokes long and slow as he sighed against your ear. “Seba,” you whimpered under your breath.

“Sunt mai bun decât el, nu-i așa? Nu te-a futut niciodată atât de bine,” he growled a little, holding you tighter. “Sper că știe. Sper că știe că am făcut dragoste cu tine și că sunt îndrăgostit de tine.”

You couldn’t be sure if it was his words in your ear or his arms so tight around your chest that made it a little hard to breathe, but something was so different about the way he was speaking now than you’d ever heard him before. It was difficult to describe— not quite angry, but so passionate it could almost seem that way. You could feel it in the way he moved inside you, too; he was clearly holding back, like there was a storm beneath his calm surface.

You wanted all of it. Turning back, you kissed him and pulled his hair a little, hoping it would get the point across. It seemed to, considering how he gasped and sped up, fucking you harder and deeper as you moaned a little louder than you meant to.

“Când a fost aici, am vrut să te sărut,” he continued in a low voice, speaking right against your parted lips. “Am vrut ca soțul tău să vadă. Am vrut să te arunc în patul ăsta și să te fac să țipi, pentru ca toată lumea să te audă. Am vrut să știe că sunt eu.”

“Yours,” you said before you could stop yourself, and thankfully you didn’t have to worry too much about the implications of it because he couldn’t understand what you meant. He grabbed your face anyways, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he stared into your eyes.

“A mea,” he purred, fucking you faster until you started to whine and arch your back harder.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered, but he nodded before you could finish, encouraging you with whispered words and a hand slipping down between your legs to rub your swollen clit. You cried out, instinctively reaching out to grab his arm, but he held fast and kept up the pace, sending you tumbling over the edge before you had really prepared yourself for it. Unintentionally, you held your breath for a few moments as it washed over you, the tension releasing finally with a long sigh.

The very moment you began the denouement from your peak, he pulled out and rolled you onto your back, slipping right back in as he slotted his body between your legs. You whimpered and gripped his shoulders, and he got right back to his pace— but this time your body couldn’t take as much of the force and so it began to rock the bed, his headboard slamming into the wall. At first neither of you cared until he glanced up and hissed, “rahat.”

“What?” you asked, sitting up and craning your head around to see he’d clearly damaged the wallpaper there. “Oops,” you giggled, “guess we should take a break and fix that—”

He pushed you back down onto the bed as you yelped, capturing you in a hungry kiss; one arm slipped under your shoulders, holding you tight, while the other reached up so his hand could grip the headboard and hold it still as he started to pound into you again. You moaned weakly and relaxed in his embrace, feeling the bed still rock slightly under you but much more interested in the feeling of his cock slamming right into the most sensitive and overstimulated spots inside your channel.

“Oh god,” you sighed as you couldn’t stop your head from falling back into the pillow, closing your eyes to dodge the way he stared down at you with an intensity that bordered on fury. He moved in to bite at your neck instead, and if you were any more in touch with reality you would’ve complained that you didn’t bring many clothes that would cover his bite marks, but you were much too lost in the sensation he was bringing you for that.

“Atât de bine, atât de bine,” he chanted with a growl, “voi veni… atât de aproape…”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “please, Seba— yes, right there, oh fuck!”

You came again, technically, but it was nothing like the first time— more shallow but less brief, like the pleasure was spread thinner and wider, until you worried your vision would go completely black. He grunted loudly as he filled you, still thrusting roughly with each pump of his release into you, but finally he slowed and sighed, his breaths coming hard and fast as he let go of the headboard and held you tightly.

He seemed exhausted, honestly, and you laughed breathlessly as he collapsed on top of you. “You can’t be so worn out this early in the morning,” you scolded as you kissed his shoulder.

“Nu voi mai părăsi niciodată acest pat,” he groaned.

“At least let me up so I can shower!” you protested, trying to push his limp weight off of you and failing pitifully as you laughed.

“Nu, nici tu nu vei părăsi niciodată acest pat,” he cooed, covering your face in kisses as you laughed harder. Only when you defensively pinched his arm did he pull back and pull out, letting you slip out from under him.

“I’ll be back soon,” you promised as kissed him on the cheek, dashing to the bathroom and getting one last glance at him shaking out his sore hand before you shut the door.

Chapter 38 done… only five more to go, if your outline was to be trusted (which it most certainly should not). Still, you were finally reaching the real height of the tension, the climax of the story likely to hit as soon as the next chapter.

But it wasn’t what you were expecting. It wasn’t what you thought you would write when you sat down here months ago and began with page 1. In fact, it was better.

You sighed a little, looking away from the typewriter for the first time in maybe an hour or more, glancing out the window where the sun was starting to set and painting the whole countryside in an orange glow; but it wasn’t the only thing making the leaves change colors— fall was undeniably on the way, enough so that poor Sebastian was raking leaves already. And, because evil is a real and powerful force in this world, he had started wearing a shirt while working outside.

Not that it wasn’t still buckets of fun to watch him go: you found yourself leaning against the window frame to drink in the sight of him, smiling widely to yourself as he sighed and wiped his brow.

All of a sudden, he turned and caught you ogling, making him grin and you laugh with embarrassment. He waved at you, and you waved back, resigning to getting back to work for just a few more pages…

The creaking of the stairs made you realize someone was coming, but with Sebastian just outside it could only be Mrs. Alberti. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you ran to the closet to rifle through your sweaters, hoping to find something with a high neck. Nothing looked long enough, making you groan in frustration.

She knocked on the door and you jumped slightly. “One moment!” you called out to her, digging up a random scarf and throwing it around your neck to hastily cover the bruises Sebastian had left on you. “Yes, come in,” you finally sighed with relief as you threw yourself back into the chair.

“Good evening,” Mrs. Alberti smiled sweetly as she peeked through the crack in the door, “I just wanted to offer to cook dinner here tonight. I’m making a big recipe so I figured I might as well, unless you had your own plans.”

“No, that would be lovely,” you nodded, “thank you.”

“Just come downstairs in about, oh, fifteen minutes and it’ll be ready,” she explained.

“You don’t want any help in the kitchen?”

She scoffed a little. “From you?”

You chuckled at her brutal honesty. “Okay, point taken.”

“Sorry, dear, it’s just that I wouldn’t want your… Western sensibilities to muck up the recipe,” she defended.

“I can’t blame you,” you smirked. “I’ll be down in a quarter hour.”

She nodded and shut the door again, leaving you to unwrap the itchy scarf from your neck and let out a slow breath.

Of course, with an imminent deadline you couldn’t actually get any good work done, so you just read back over some older chapters and made a couple simple edits. All too soon, you checked the clock and realized you should go ahead and make your way to the kitchen.

You took a deep breath as you stepped into the entryway where the smell of Mrs. Alberti’s cooking emanated through the rest of the house. It brought back memories of when you were here with Michael and she cooked for the both of you. Those memories were wonderful once, then soured, but now you were coming to appreciate them again. Although, it was easier to enjoy them when you imagined the black eye your soon-to-be-ex was likely sporting now.

You took a seat at the table and let her serve you, even though it made you feel a little guilty; you knew she would never let you serve yourself when she was cooking.

“How’s your novel coming along, dear?” she asked as she took her own seat and you began eating.

“Well,” you began with a little sigh, “stories have a mind of their own, Mrs. Alberti. All this time I thought I was writing a thriller— something scary, gritty, maybe even tragic. But I’m coming up on the end of it and I’m realizing that all this time, I’ve been writing a romance.”

She smiled, glancing behind you to the doorway. “Yes, things have a funny way of turning out differently than we expect.”

Wondering what she was looking at, you turned to find Sebastian leaning against the wood frame, wiping his hands on a towel. “Bună seara,” he greeted.

“Sit down, Sebastian, have some dinner,” she offered to him as she stood up to pour him a new portion of soup.

He nodded and sat at the table, “multumesc,” he mumbled when she put a bowl in front of him.

You fell into a comfortable silence after that, everyone eating their meals quietly. It was nice to have a moment of normalcy— your new normal— after such an eventful day previous.

“So,” Mrs. Alberti broke the silence unexpectedly, “you two had sex?”

You instantly spat out your sip of soup, making Sebastian give you a concerned look; you waved dismissively as if to say you were fine, though you coughed a couple times. “I… uhm— how did you—?”

“He was whistling while he gardened today,” she explained, “and you look the happiest I’ve ever seen you.”

“To be fair, I think the first thing is because he punched my husband yesterday morning,” you added with a little laugh.

“And the second thing?”

“...at least partially because he punched my husband yesterday morning,” you admitted.

“Fair enough,” she chuckled, “but don’t think I don’t see the way your shoulders aren’t so tense and you’re smiling all the time. I know a woman in love when I see one.”

“L-love?” you questioned instantly, choking on the word.

“Oh, honey,” she sighed, almost a look of pity on her face, “did you not know? It’s all over your face.”

You took a slow breath and pondered your meal before taking another bite. “No… I knew,” you admitted, “I guess you just put it really bluntly.”

She smiled. “It’s how we do things in Hungary. You should be honest with him.”

“With what words?”

“Sounds like you don’t need them,” she smirked. “I’ll leave you two be, then. You’ll have to tell me how it goes.”

She bid Sebastian goodnight with a little wave, and he nodded back happily; with the back door shut as she headed to her own house, you two were alone again. He took a sip of his soup and you finally noticed the marks on his spoon-holding hand.

“Your hand…” you realized, pointing to it, remembering with burning cheeks how he got that injury.

“Ah,” he smiled, looking down at the purple knuckles and smiling as he rubbed them gently. “Un sacrificiu demn.”

After dinner, you picked up with some reading (so much more relaxing than writing, believe it or not) and Sebastian joined you for the same on the couch.

Just laying together like this— quiet, relaxed, and totally at peace— was igniting feelings inside you that you had gone without for so long that you’d forgotten they existed completely. Resting your head on his chest, between the unbuttoned halves of his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat and it was soothing yet invigorating somehow.

He held his book up over your head while you used one hand to hold yours open and read through the space between his chest and his arm. It wasn’t the most ergonomic position necessarily, and your arm was definitely getting tired, but it was worth it to be close to him in these little ways.

"Book?" he asked innocently after a long stint of silent reading, setting his own aside to look down at you.

You closed your book and looked back up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "The book I'm reading? It's good," you nodded (as much as you could without stabbing him in the sternum with your chin, that is).

"Nu, book ta," he clarified, poking your forehead, before making a motion like he was typing.

"My book!" you realized. "Yes, the book I'm writing, it's nearly done…"

Your heart started to sink inside your chest.

"And when it's done, I'll go back to London. Like I planned from the beginning. And it'll be published and I'll start from scratch at a new life… alone.”

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Ești în regulă?” he asked quietly, sounding concerned.

You shook yourself out of it, smiling back up at him. “Let’s go into the city tomorrow,” you decided. “I need some things, if I’m going to be staying longer…”

He seemed to appreciate that you were telling him something, but couldn’t determine what. “Nyíregyháza,” you explained, “let’s drive into the city.” You pantomimed a steering wheel to explain yourself better.

“Ah,” he nodded, “nu într-o mașină. Îmi luăm bicicleta.” He returned with the motion of steering a bike— and when he curled his fingers to rev the proverbial engine, you realized he meant a motorbike. “Motocicletă,” he smiled.

“You drive a motorcycle?” you realized with a little gasp.

“Da,” he grinned, a little more mischievous than before.

“Oh, you really are gonna be the death of me,” you laughed. “Let’s go see this bike of yours.”

He helped you up off the couch and escorted you to the shed across from the house, the last light of sunset just barely enough to illuminate the way. You knew he worked in here sometimes, but you never realized he was doing mechanic work— indeed there it was: a motorcycle, right by Mrs. Alberti’s car, clearly quite old but restored to decent condition. “Iată-o, fetița mea,” he announced as he raised his arms to present it to you.

“Wow, you’ve been working hard,” you realized as you looked around at all the parts and tools strewn about.

“Avea nevoie de un alternator nou și ceva de lucru în interiorul motorului, dar acum funcționează la fel de bine ca nou... dacă nu chiar mai bine,” he enumerated as he knelt down in front of it, grabbing a towel to rub a spot of dirt from the headlight. “Vrei să conduci acum?”

You tilted your head.

“Acum,” he repeated, standing up and pulling you closer, tilting his head back toward the bike. “Sa mergem acum.”

“You want to go for a drive now? It’s pretty late, I was about to go to bed,” you protested meekly.

“Haide,” he smiled, stepping back and pulling you with him. “Plimbare pe spate.”

He handed you a helmet that had been resting on one of the handlebars, and you dutifully put it on as he got on the bike and fiddled around with it for a moment, kicking out the kickstand and finding his balance before getting it to start with a roar that echoed around the shed. He beamed proudly, looking up at you. “Eh?” he prompted with a nod.

“Yeah, it sounds great,” you encouraged with a thumbs up.

“Ce mai face casca?” he asked, leaning forward to knock his fist on your helmet lightly, making you laugh.

“Yeah, it’s good,” you nodded.

“Atunci alătură-te mie,” he instructed as he patted the seat behind him. You took a quick breath and got on, wrapping your arms around him. “Mai strâns,” he mumbled, pulling your arms in to hold him tighter. You smiled and rested your head on his back, yelping slightly when the bike lurched forward and he steered you out of the shed and into the grass outside. He was very slow at first until he steered to the gravel road, at which point he instantly picked up speed until the wind whipped at your face. His unbuttoned shirt was flying in every direction, leaving him totally unprotected from the night air, but he didn’t seem to mind, holding fast as he took you down the road, hugging the turns letting the headlight illuminate only as much as he needed to see.

When you looked up, you could see the stars more clearly than ever. You sighed and hugged him tighter, amazed at how they didn’t move at all while the world on the ground flew by. It made sense, obviously, with them being millions of miles away, but it was jarring how different the speed of the world could look from different perspectives. And as exhilarating as it was to see the countryside roll by in a blur, you preferred the steady night sky; you didn’t want to think about this moment flying by, about the fleeting nature of all of this. You wanted to believe this would always be here, just like the stars. You wanted to focus on the things that would never leave you, the moments that would become lifelong memories, and not on the reality of how beautiful things are not usually permanent things.

“I love you,” you whispered against his ear, quiet enough for your words to be blown away into the night. A small tear left a hot trail on your chilled skin, blown back over your temple instantly by Sebastian’s acceleration.

In silence, you drove into the unknown with him, letting yourself forget about the rest of the world for just a little while longer. You deserved that.