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[mrs-weasley-reid]

SAY DON'T GO

Spencer Reid x bau!reader

Sypnosis: Nothing hurts more than the fear of losing you. Word Count: 1600+ WARNING: Angst. mentions of death, blood, gunshot A/N: I wrote this in a haste, literally ten minutes ago, while listening to Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) by mother Taylor Swift. It's definitely not perfect, but I was definitely in the zone when I wrote it, lol.

A gunshot.

Everything fades into a muffle. You blink once, twice, thrice... A wince connects your brows. As if you're figuring out if the oozing feeling on your abdomen should be causing you pain or ease.

Suddenly, Spencer's running to you. You think he's screaming. You hear nothing. There's only ringing in your ears. A thin, high-pitched ring that pierces through your brain.

You drop on the precinct's carpet floor, caressing your stomach like it's enough to stop yourself from bleeding out. You look at Spencer, "When'd you get here?" You ask, disoriented. You instantly pay attention to his watery eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" You reach to cup his cheek. You are shocked when you see your hand covered in red, smearing the liquid on his skin. Your eyes widen, "Oh, my god?! You're hurt! Spence—" You try to sit up, but a wave of stinging pain makes you fall back in his arms.

"WHERE'S THE MEDIC?!" Spencer's voice echoes in the entire place. He turns to you, unsure if he is even allowed to have you in his arms. He doesn't dwell on it as he holds your hand on his cheek, squeezing it. "Hey, hey! Breathe for me, yeah? Stay with me." He swallows a sob, placing pressure on your abdomen. "Please, stay with me..."

"I'm hurt?" Stupor begins to steal you out of consciousness. You blink. A bright light blinds your vision.

Once you open your eyes, you're back in Spencer's apartment. He's standing across the room while your feet are rooted at the door. He doesn't look at you. No. He's afraid to look at you.

His hands are buried in his pockets. He's wearing a nice suit. Fitted just for him. His tie is a dark shade of purple. You gave him that tie for his birthday last year. It's loose. His hair is a mess. And his face... it's wet.

He's crying.

You're crying.

"I think you should go," Spencer takes a gulp as he stares at the floor. Like it'd kill him if he looked at you.

You inhale deeply, sniffing as you wipe a tear with the back of your hand, "We don't have to do this, Spence. You don't have to do this."

"Yes, we do!" For the first time in what feels like forever, he finally lifts his gaze at you. His hazel eyes are rimmed with red heat, overflowing with tears. He's hurt. He's hurt, too.

"Is it really that horrible to love me?" You sob. You can hear your heart slowly shatter. Pins and needles knock on your chest. You wonder if you're still breathing right. "Am I that ugly—"

"You know that's not true, sweetheart." You hate that the nickname gives you butterflies. How his words, awful and insensitive, still made you attentively listen. How his voice still makes you want to hear more. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"Then why?!" You felt like a child throwing a tantrum. "Why are you putting a distance between us?" You bite your lower lip to stop it from quivering. "Why is it such a crime to be together?"

Spencer shifts his gaze to somewhere else. He runs a hand through his hair. You notice the coffee stain at the cuff of his sleeve. Then, you see the smudge of red lipstick past the line of his lips. Your red lipstick. He bought that lipstick a few months ago. No reason. Just for the fun of it.

Is it bad that you think he still looks handsome under the sun's setting light? Even when his hair is arrayed in different directions? Even when his face is drenched with his own tears?

He breathes deeply, audibly, "We're in the same line of work. You know better than to think we're going to work. News flash, sweetheart. It won't. It's not worth it." He can't look at you. He's ashamed to look at you.

"Not... worth it?" You blink. You stare at him with disgust, "So— So what? We're nothing, but we fuck? We're nothing, but we flirt? We're nothing, but you love me? Please, explain it to me because I'm having a difficult time understanding the stupid shit of a point you're making."

Spencer gulps for the nth time, "You love me."

"What?" You regret wanting to meet his eyes because now that he's staring at yours with such unfamiliarity, it hurts.

"You love me. You said you love me. I never said anything."

You're definitely not breathing right.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"Inhale, exhale... Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. Just follow me." Spencer holds your hand tight as the paramedics do their best to stop you from bleeding out. His voice sounds heartbreaking.

His voice...

You blink. Your hearing's back. You do as he says, inhaling and exhaling as he does. You feel lightheaded, like you're floating on a cloud.

Spencer keeps his and your hands intertwined. He follows while the paramedics roll you into the ambulance. "Hang in there, sweetheart. Please, hang in there." His face is a mess. He doesn't stop crying, swallowing his sobs.

You smile into the oxygen mask, blinking. You're on the verge of dying, and yet you find humor in knowing Spencer's tells. "You swallow when you're scared... don't be scared, Spence." You say it in broken words and in an almost soundless voice.

"I'm not," He denies, wiping his tears aggressively. He is. He's scared to the bone.

"The bullet shattered to her chest," The paramedic who inspects your chest claims, looking at her partner with worry.

"W-what?" Spencer stutters, stealing a glimpse down your neck. "No, no, sweetheart. Stay with me. Stay with me." He sees the way you flutter your eyes, fighting to stay conscious, listening to his pleas. And how you suddenly stopped, never opening your eyes back up. "Don't— Don't close your eyes! Sweetheart, please don't go. Please, don't—" He looks up at the sound of your vitals plummeting. He quickly looks back at your face, saying your name like it's a prayer.

The machine flatlines, and the paramedic pushes Spencer aside to perform resuscitation. "Sir, let us do our job." One of them says, two inches deep as she manually restarts your heart.

Spencer shoves himself in the corner of the ambulance. He wraps his arms around him. "Please, don't go..." His voice cracks and transitions into writhing sobs as he watches your body go limp with each surge of electricity that shocks your skin.

Then he thinks of that night.

He thinks of the image of you standing by the door. You don't want to go. He doesn't want you to go.

But you have to... because if you don't, he'll run to you and never let you go. So, he tells you to leave. You protest.

So stubborn. He cries in his head, wishing that you hadn't made things difficult for being so beautiful even when you're crying.

"You love me. You said you love me. I never said anything." His body shakes on the spot. His mouth goes dry. His chest compresses. He lies through his teeth.

Spencer saw the way your face turned into a ghost. He's done it.

He broke you.

He hurt you.

No turning back. No way of fixing it.

"Ah..." You say softly, nodding. "Checks out." You add without a sign of sarcasm. You stare into the air for a minute. You let the silence hover and hunt Spencer for a moment. You let him realize the pain, the stupidity of it all. "I think I should leave..." Your eyes say otherwise.

Please say, "Don't go." Tell me not to leave. Run to me... please.

You wonder if he knows it or chooses to ignore the way you held your tears. If he caught on all your tells. Because you knew he wasn't true. You knew he knew that you could read him like the back of your hand.

"Yeah," Spencer straightens his back, "I think you should."

You purse your lips into a thin line and nod, "Okay," You turn around. You take three seconds to grab the knob, but when the time has run out, you are out in a heartbeat.

"Spencer."

JJ appears in Spencer's vision. "Spencer, are you okay?" Her face was covered with worry as she placed two hands on his shoulders. She exchanges looks with Derek and Aaron.

They were there when it all went down. When the unsub came out of nowhere and started shooting. You were the first shot.

Spencer cranes his neck around. He's in the waiting room. He doesn't remember when or how he got there. All he remembers is the defibrillator jolting your unresponsive body more than once. His eyes widen. He says your name in haste as he stands up, "Where is she? Where— Where..."

Derek holds him back, "She's in surgery, Reid. Did you forget?" He asks, gently pushing Spencer back onto his seat.

"She was dead for three minutes... They couldn't find a pulse for three minutes." Spencer announces at a loss. He looks down at his hand, at the cheap friendship bracelet around his wrist. The one you made in your first year with the team as a last-minute birthday gift. He breaks into a sob, covering his eyes as if to push them back inside his tear ducts.

"So?" Derek catches Spencer's hands off his face, "She's been in surgery for thirty minutes. Her heart started beating again, and it had been for thirty minutes. She's fighting, man. At least fight with her before you wallow like a ninny."

"Morgan," Aaron warns but silently agrees.

You're fighting for your life, so they should, too.

You're not ready to go.

You don't want to go.

Spencer nods and wipes his face. He sniffs and takes a deep breath. He glances at the door to the operating room like he has x-ray vision, "Don't go."

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All In | Chapter 7

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: you wake up in a strange place tied to a chair. you find yourself confronting your past in the worst ways.

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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When you wake up, you’re tied to a chair. You scoff at the ridiculousness of it all, the cliche of getting kidnapped, waking up in an abandoned warehouse, and being tied to a chair. But of course, that’s exactly what happened. 

Your first thought is that you’re still wearing your dress, the expensive and elegant gown given to you by Jeongin. Once beautiful and appreciated, it now sits uncomfortably on your frame and scratches against your skin. It’s dirty around the edges now, slightly torn in a few places, and has blood stains on it though you’re not sure why. Your heart pangs in your chest when you think back to Jeongin who put a lot of effort into picking out your outfit and now it’s ruined. 

You take a moment to remember the events from the gala. 

Thinking about dancing with Felix makes your cheeks heat up and you shake your head, willing the thought away. Seriously, not the time. Never the time. You remember seeing Woojin, which makes your stomach twist uncomfortably… then what happened? Jungwon… Shit.

“Did you miss me?” Your head snaps up to see the man that you had hoped you would never see again sitting right in front of you.  You must not have seen him in the dark, as your eyes have really yet to adjust to the new environment but you wish you could just close your eyes and not open them again, feigning sleep. You know it wouldn’t work, so you take him in; he’s still wearing what you assume was his outfit for the gala, a black suit and tie with blazer unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. Once his words register, you scoff and look elsewhere, anywhere else but the man in front of you. 

“Go to Hell.” You try your best to spit it out but your voice betrays you, cracking on the last word and revealing your fears. Jungwon laughs. 

“Is that any way to greet your boyfriend that you haven’t seen in two weeks?” 

“EX-boyfriend,” you emphasize. “As I remember, you beat me half to death. Sorry to break it to you, but that warrants a break-up in my books.” 

The man stands up, walking over to you and lifts your head to meet his gaze. You struggle against the tight rope chafing against your wrists and Jungwon lets out a breathy laugh. 

“I don’t really think you’re in a position to be talking back to me,” he says softly while punctuating each word. When you roll your eyes at him you’re met with a hard slap to your face and your hands jerk against the rope in an attempt to cradle and soothe the spot he just hit. “Bitch,” he spits at you. 

He walks around the chair, lost in thought. “If you’re hoping that they’ll come to save you, you’re sorely mistaken,” he says. 

“You don’t know that,” you say. Your heart squeezes at his words. 

He scoffs. “Why would they come and save you? You were just a pawn. Woojin told us everything. He told us about Lee Know, the infiltration, and how you played good at being Chan’s little pet. They’re not coming back for you. For Lee Know? They probably won’t come back for him either, that would be a suicide mission,” he laughs. 

“If you’re so sure they won’t come for me, why am I tied up?” It doesn’t make sense. It really just doesn’t add up. 

“You seem to forget I’m a cautious man. I’m not stupid to think that you wouldn’t run the first chance you have… and you’re mine. If I let you go, you’d run pathetically back to SKZ to whore yourself up to them, crying about what an awful man I am as if they’re any better. I don’t like sharing. You should know that,” he says, gripping your chin suddenly and forcing eye contact. “If you’re going to die, I’m going to be the one to kill you. I’m going to take my time with you and have my fun, yeah? Sit pretty here like the useless bitch you are, I’ll be back for you.” 

And with that, he leaves. You resist the urge to vomit as he closes the door behind him, emerging you in darkness. You don’t cry. You don’t scream. Instead, you sit alone with your thoughts and try to find a slimmer of hope. 

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Jungwon is wrong, you decide. They will come back for you. Just because Jungwon didn’t come for you when you were in the same situation doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t. You hadn’t known SKZ for very long, but they were kind, in a weird sense. And strangely loyal in a way that Jungwon just didn’t understand. You saw it for the first time when Woojin had touched you and lied to Chan–they cared more about loyalty and honesty than anything else. Chan’s words from the beginning of the evening rang through your ears: “We won’t let anything happen to you.” They will come, they will come, they will come. You repeat it like a mantra and you find that it soothes you. Isn’t that strange? That the one thing that soothes you and gives you the most hope is the prospect of being saved by the mafia group you tried so hard to escape not that long ago?

You find yourself thinking more about your dance with Felix as well. I want you to stay happy, he had said. It makes butterflies swarm in your stomach to think about but you try to will them away. He probably didn’t mean anything by that, you decide, it was just a nice comment. 

You don’t know how much time passes before that door opens again. You find that you almost fall asleep in the darkness despite the uncomfortable position. You physically recoil when you see the person that opens the door. Woojin. 

“Hello little mouse,” he says. He gets close. Too close for comfort, but not touching. 

“Leave me alone,” you tell him. “I thought I made myself very clear that I want nothing to do with you.” 

“No need to get snippy,” he tells you, crossing his arms. “And here I was coming to keep you company!” 

“Why would you think I want that?” you remark. “You betrayed us–You betrayed Chan,” you correct. “Why?” 

Woojin laughs and reveals his hand. In the dimly lit room you can see the missing appendage, a reminder of what happened not too long ago. 

“You’ll come to find that SKZ isn’t quite what you think it is,” he says. “There is a power imbalance. It’s not fair. The people at the bottom stay on the bottom even if they deserve to be on top. Felix has been Chan’s right-hand man for years. Do you really think Chan would cut off his finger?” You think about his words but they still don’t sit right in your stomach. 

“Lee Know. Is he…” 

“Dead? No. Not yet. He’s not in a position unlike your own, though. He’s sustained substantial injury.” 

“You told them… About his infiltration.” You push the matter forward, trying to get as much information you can. Even though you haven’t known the man for long, his absence has affected SKZ and his loss would be��� you don’t even want to think about it. 

“Yes, I told them about Lee Know. It was the only way that I could get here, in ENHA and earn their trust. I’ve decided. After what Chan did to me, I needed to find somewhere else that could ensure my safety. I want him dead, you know. This is the only way I can make sure that happens. How can I hit him where it hurts? Get to Lee Know, and get to you.”  

“Chan doesn’t care about me,” you say. “If he comes for me it’s just so he will keep his word… that I wouldn’t get hurt. He’s an honest man but he’s not stupid. And I don’t think he would just come for me, Lee Know’s here too–” 

“That’s bullshit.” Woojin swallows thickly. His finger touches your neck and trails up to your jaw, repositioning you so that you meet his gaze. “You know just as well that I do that what Chan feels for you is more than what you would feel towards a hostage.” 

Hostage. That’s what you are, what you were supposed to be. And even since you escaped, you have never felt like a hostage. What does that mean?

“Chan doesn’t like in the way that normal people like,” Woojin warns. “He gets infatuated. He becomes obsessed and controlling and people end up dead. And he loves, in a sick sense of the word. Don’t you think that’s what’s happening?” 

“You’re implying that Chan loves me?” 

“Not implying. Stating. And not that I give a shit about you enough to tell you to be careful… but let’s just say that Bang Christopher Chan is not Yang Jungwon.” He laughs dryly. “Anybody with eyes can see the way that Felix looks at you too. Jungwon is right, you really just whore yourself out to anybody that’ll give you attention.” 

Before you can help yourself, you spit in his face. Woojin gasps and looks at you, disgusted, before striking you hard across the face. The metal rings on his hands bring a sting along with it and you feel blood running down your face. 

“Good for nothing bitch,” he says. “And I was trying to help you. Warn you. Watch yourself, little mouse.” With that, he leaves, encasing you in darkness once again. 

Once he’s gone, you struggle against the rope. The rope scratches against your skin, leaving it raw and red. Fight and fight as you may, there’s no getting out of this alone. 

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You awake with a sharp start several hours later. Your neck has a kink in it from the way your head lolled downward while you slept. You feel something touching your hands, though, and you jolt. 

“Shhhh,” you hear. You try to whip your head around to find the source of the voice but it doesn’t work. They stay thoroughly hidden. 

“Who is it?” You whisper back. You feel something sharp touch your skin and you tense, but untense immediately as the rope drops from its spot against your wrists. The man stands up and towers in front of you now, unraveling the rope from around your frame. You look up at him and squint in the darkness. 

“It’s Seungmin,” he whispers back. You massage your tender wrists and the places the rope sat uncomfortably on your body. “I need you to stay seated and pretend to be tied up until we come  back, just in case. For now, tell me what you know.” 

“Lee Know… He’s alive, but he’s hurt. Woojin is here, somewhere, and he’s completely turned tides. He’s working with ENHA now.” 

“That’s not good…” he muses. “Lee Know. Where is he?” 

“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” you say. You freeze and let out a small noise when you hear gunshots from above. 

“I have to leave,” Seungmin says with an urgency in his tone. “You stay here until someone comes to get you. Do not leave,” he reiterates. He runs and opens the door you’ve seen Woojin and Jungwon enter in and out from, looking to the left and to the right before heading into the hall. It’s several minutes later when the door opens again, and you let out a sigh of relief. 

“I bet you’re feeling pretty smug, aren’t you?” A voice says. Before you register it, you hear the click of a gun and cold metal pressed against your head. 

“Jungwon?” 

Your breath hitches as he presses the barrel further into your skin. Tears start running down your face before you can register it. 

“Why… Why are you doing this to me?” You sputter. It seems so unreal, how long ago was it that you were dating Yang Jungwon? It feels like eternity, but in reality it was only a few weeks ago. You were madly in love with him, devoted to him, even. Things went down south suddenly and rapidly and he showed you his true nature. 

“Are you dumb? I told you, if anybody is going to kill you, it’s me.” His words are laced with venom. “I’m going to show SKZ that they can’t mess with what’s mine. I wanted to have fun picking you apart and watching you beg for your life, but this will have to do, I guess.” 

“You’re going to kill me?” Your words are soft, full of understanding. This is it. What would your life be like right now if you never dated Jungwon? Would you be at home, watching bad TV with your sister? Would you still be working 9-5 at a tiny office making just enough money to scrape by? You certainly wouldn’t be here, in an abandoned warehouse with a gun to your head, spending your final moments praying to be rescued by an opposing mafia group. 

This is it. You don’t have many regrets, you suppose. You wish that you could’ve gotten in touch with your sister one last time, and you do regret letting a man like Jungwon control you for so long. You wish you could have been stronger, that you could have shown him, ‘this is the woman I’ve become. She’s not that same woman you used to push around.” Now you’ll never have that opportunity. 

“It’s over, Y/N,” you hear. You close your eyes. 

“Yes, it is,” a voice confirms. 

You never really understood how loud a gunshot was. Of course, people talked about it and they made fun of it in the movies, but nothing could have prepared you for this moment. Your ears feel like they might be bleeding and your brain is spinning around in your head. The silence you had grown so accustomed to has been replaced with a loud ringing sound that won’t go away, not even when you press your hands up to your ears to try to cover up the sound. 

When you finally open your eyes, you realize two truths: 

You are alive. 

Yang Jungwon is positively dead. 

Looking up, you see the man standing behind the trigger is Chan. You're breathing heavily now, to the point that you're not sure that your lungs are inflating despite the fact that you’re taking deep breaths. You’re covered in something all over your body, and you know it’s blood–some of it is yours, and some of it belongs to your past lover. Slumped onto the floor and still holding his gun, you see the hole where the bullet had entered his head. This is too much, you think, and you realize that you’re hyperventilating but there’s not much you can do to stop it. You feel hands on your body and someone is close, they’re too close, and you’re crying and you feel so heavy, but–

“Y/N,” Chan says. “Look at me.” His hands are on your face, willing your eyes to focus on his own and not the body on the floor. His eyes look frantically into yours and that, focusing on his face and the details of the dirt and blood caked into the crevices of his beautiful smile not appropriate for the occasion, those thoughts are enough to snap you to the present. 

He looks you up and down, lifts your arms and puts them back down, and even turns you around briefly. He’s scanning you for any major injuries, you realize. Content with what he finds, he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“You killed him,” you tell him. You’re confirming the fact–Jungwon is really dead, and this man in front of you is the one who took the life from behind his eyes. 

“I did,” he confirms. “I did what I had to do.” 

You're pounding your fists against Chan’s chest before you really realize what you’re doing. You’re crying, angry tears hot on your skin, and Chan makes no effort to stop you. You’re not really sure what you’re so upset about at first. You’re not exactly upset that Jungwon is dead, but you’re more upset with the fact that he was killed right in front of you. That you were faced with the dead body of your ex-lover, and Chan was the one to do it. So you shout and pound against his chest until you can’t anymore. 

“I need you to listen to me,” he says finally. “You’re going to go through those two doors.” He points to a set of doors behind you, ones that you mustn't have been able to see when shrouded in darkness. “You need to go and run, as fast as you can. Someone will find you.” He wipes away a tear from your face with his blood-soaked hands, accidentally further smearing the substance on your face. 

He turns from you, returning to where the violence is happening, but not before looking over his shoulder to make sure you followed his directions. 

You listen to his words. You push open the doors and run as fast as your feet can carry you, suddenly grateful for the training that you had started with Felix. The wind is bitter cold and your dress weighs you down but you hitch it up high over your waist. Your heels are long since forgotten and your bare feet scrape against concrete. You’re breathing fast and you’re covered with blood and suddenly you’re running into a body and you’re filled with surprise, because how did you not see it? 

But you smell him before you see him, flowers and musk, jasmine and earth, and your arms wrap around him in a tight embrace. You’re crying, sobbing into his chest, wordless as he picks you up and carries you away into the night. 

Because Yang Jungwon is dead, lifeless before your very eyes, and Chan was the one to kill him, and now you’re in Felix’s arms and now you are safe.

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a/n: surpriseee! i hope nobody was expecting that. there's still so much to happen i'm excited for everyone to read <3

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(wrote this on my phone and it’s not proofed, sorry!!!)

cw: cheating, mean matty

“keep it down or i’ll fucking stop,” matty growls in your ear the moment your back hits the wall. 

fifteen minutes. that’s how long you lasted before seeking him out in the crowd—a risky fucking business considering you’re attending this stupid little charity gala with your husband in the first place. 

regardless, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

not that you’re even thinking about him right now… the man you came here with is the absolute last thing on your mind. your thoughts wander—first to matty in a suit, to his sleeves straining over his biceps and the way he wears no tie to this formal event. his shirt collar is open too, tattoos peeking out surrounded by a fine dusting of hair that’s gone slightly grey now, just like the grey in his curls. 

he’s a vision. and now he’s here. inches away. trapping you between him and the wall and grinding his pelvis against yours in a way that makes it very clear what he’s here for. 

matty hand tightens on your hips. 

“here?”

“oh, don’t act coy with me now.”

his voice drops down to a harsh whisper, voice full of venom and lust but he only steps closer and the heat in your belly burns hotter. 

so what if this is wrong… 

“didn’t think about that when you were making fuck me eyes at me out there, did you?”

no. you didn’t. 

but he can chase you a bit more. 

“someone’s going to hear us,” you all but purr in his ear, niping at his earlobe. matty’s hold on you tightens and suddenly there’s not enough air in this fancy, marbled bathroom. 

“then you’re just going to have to shut up and take it like a good little slut, yeah?”

there’s no way you would ever let anyone else speak this way to you. but matty is older, matty knows what he’s doing. matty, with his calloused hands and a fallen angel face knows how to make your blood sing.

he is the only one that gets a pass. 

“strip,” he orders and takes a small step back. 

you can’t help the small choked sound of protest that leaves you but then there he is again, spinning you around and undoing the zip of your dress before you can make another sound. 

“can you step out of your dress on your own?” his mouth lowers to your ears, warm breath cascading down your cheeks, lips brushing against your skin ever so slightly. “it won’t be pretty if i have to do it, love. it might end up on the floor in tatters.”

you swallow harshly and nod just once. 

he’s on you the moment the dress pools around your feet and you stand there, back pressed to the wall in just a thong. you don’t miss the way his eyes hungrily take you in—the curve of your hips and up to your stomach. then to your tits. 

of course, his eyes linger there—on your peaked nippes and then up to your neck. you resist the urge to squirm under his gaze. 

“are you just gonna stand there and watch me?”

matty clicks his tongue. 

“you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?”

“only because you’ve gone soft,” you taunt. it has the effect you want it to have. 

matty crashes his lips against yours before you’re even properly done speaking. it’s a furious kiss—teeth clashing together on impact, your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. this isn’t a soft kiss. it’s not a lovers’ kiss. 

this is a kiss that stings.

“that what you think?” he speaks when he takes a moment to breathe and your heart leaps in your throat. oh he sounds angry. the kind of anger that he’s about to take out on you… 

“we’ll have to change that won’t we…”

“we—fuck!”

you feel a sharp sting as matty pinches your nipple between his fingers, taking advantage of the piercing, digging the cold metal further into your skin until your legs start shaking. wildfire runs through your blood, burning away any sane thought in its way, leaving you with just desire and lust and complete abandon.

“what was that? couldn’t hear you that well…”

this time you don’t try. 

“please–shit! please, matty!” you whine, trying to clench your thighs together, but he pushes his knee between them, his body holding yours against the wall. 

the bathroom somehow seems smaller now, hotter than it was before. the only thing between you and someone else walking in is a flimsy locked door. 

anyone could knock. anyone could—

“you’re thinking,” he tuts. he’s right though. you are thinking…

good thing he’s right there to fuck you dumb. 

“good little sluts don’t overthink,” his fingers hook harshly into the waistband of your thong and you already know what’s coming next. 

a ripping sound echoes in the room and your thong falls to the floor, ripped to shreds. 

“gonna send you back to your husband with my cum dripping down your thighs, darling, that what you want? hmm?” his words swirl around your brain at a dizzying pace making you nod involuntarily. 

that is what you want… to feel him so deep inside you that you won’t forget it for days. to have your lungs full of his cologne. to have your fingers shoved so deep in your mouth that you’d gag around them. 

your heart pounds in your entire body as you help matty undo his belt with shaky fingers. he’s already so hard under your touch, groaning as you palm him first through his trousers and then through his boxers. 

fuck. for a moment you wonder what he would taste like. if he would let you if you just dropped to your knees right here. but the desperation to feel him inside, hitting the spot over and over again, has you drooling. 

“spread your legs,” he whispers roughly and his fingers find your clit. 

lazily, he swipes through your folds and collects some of the wetness making you hiss in pleasure. your eyes roll to the back of your head—this is what it should feel like always, no thoughts, just him and his hands and—

without warning you feel the tip of his cock entering you and you bite onto his shouder, desperate to keep the screams in. 

“matty—”

but his mouth is on yours once again, swallowing every moan and scream and hiss of pleasure as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

his hips slam into yours at a bruising pace; urgent and desperate, like he can’t get enough. it’s feverish even, almost as if you might slip away if he lets go even just a little. matty lets out a string of curses between each kiss. 

somewhere in the back of your mind, you know your lips will be swollen and red by the time you’re done. you know you’ll have to find some way to look put together before going out again. but right now you don’t care… not when your entire body is full of ecstacy. not when matty makes you feel so so good.

sooner or later it will end, your mind reminds you. it will end and you’ll have to gather yourself and go out and play good little wife to a man you barely care about. 

it will end and you will go your separate ways only to find each other again in some shady corner or some brightly lit bathroom at some pretentious event…

matty’s breath hitches when you clench around him. 

the feeling in your spine is overwhelming—the tingles, the little electric jolts, the bursts of pleasure that build and build until the knot inside your stomach tightens impossibly fast. 

“matty—gonna cum–please…”

“feel so good, darling,” he replies. a rare praise coming from him but it intensifies the dizziness, the bloodrush. “let me feel you,” he coaxes. this time, his voice comes out much softer, almost…tender. 

“cum for me,” he speaks and pulls your thighs higher over his hip. suddenly he’s reaching so much deeper, hitting the spot harder and the trembling in your body increases tenfold.

your legs spasm, barely holding you upright and a wave of pleasure crashes over you.

the next time you open your eyes, matty’s face is contorted with pleasure, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly and you feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of your cunt and down your thigh. exactly what he’d promised.

if you look down, you’ll find his hands imprinted on your hips—red marks in the shape of his fingers that will no doubt bruise in the next couple of days. something of his for you to hold on to, long after he leaves. a welcome sting.

he does look down when he opens his eyes—looks down at the way your bodies are joined together, how your legs part around him, how your body fits into the crevices of his so perfectly. he almost smiles then but shakes his head slightly.

you expect him to say something, anything that would fill in the silence.

you were good, darling.

you were amazing.

come home with me.

he says none of those things. silently, matty zips us his trousers and fixes his belt. then he brings his thumb to your chin, softly wiping away the lipstick stains, up to your thumb so he can do the same there.

his eyes remain trained to your lips but you suspect it’s more cowardice this time than lust.

“get dressed,” matty speaks and his voice comes out brittle, devoid of feelings. “don’t want your husband to come looking for you.”

and then he steps away, as if none of this ever really happened.

[rems-writing]

I got you

Pairing: kitsune!Wooyoung × owner!oc

Summary: Y'all this is my first time writing a hybrid fic. Bare with me 😭💀🗿🧍🏻‍♀️

Warning(s): the return of Ajax, Wooyoung's heat is intense, cumming inside (DO NOT DO THIS UNPROTECTED), tail pulling (Woo's into that shit), pillow humping, messy blowjobs, daddy kink, body worshipping, hair pulling, riding

Genre: Smut with plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wooyoung watched as his friends were getting adopted one by one. He was happy for them, yet he was also sad since no one wanted him. As he curled his knees up to his chest, he heard the bell chime and another man enter the shop. His heart started beating wildly and he swore he fell in love.

He was tall, lean with a bit of broadness, had his black hair all messed up, and had his sleeves rolled up so Wooyoung could see the half sleeve on one of his forearms.

His tails started wagging as he stared at the ink on his arm.

The receptionist guided the man through the various hybrids still available and of course, Wooyoung was glossed over once again. It wasn't new to Wooyoung, but it still hurt. Before the receptionist could speak some more, the man spoke up.

"What about him?"

Wooyoung's heartrate accelerated as the man pointed to him. His ears perked up as he sat up straight.

"Um... I wouldn't recommend him, sir."

"And why is that? Huh?"

Wooyoung flinched when the man spoke harshly. He knew the anger wasn't directed towards him yet he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Because he's dangerous."

"I can be dangerous if you don't give me a valid reason."

"Sir -"

"My patience is wearing thin."

"He's a kitsune!"

A silence fills the air and Wooyoung felt his throat tighten as the man turned slowly to him.

"Hey you. Shift into your animal form."

Wooyoung obeyed immediately and shifted into his animal form. The man's breath hitched upon seeing the kitsune. His nine tails were spread out, his ears twitched, and his alluring red eyes stared at him with curiosity. He shifted back into a human and awaited the verdict.

"I want him. Final answer."

The receptionist bowed her head and walked over to the register to ring him up.

Minutes later, Wooyoung was standing in front of the man with a bag in his hands and big sparkling eyes.

"Are you adopting me, sir?"

The man's face softened and he smiled at the young kitsune as he nodded.

"Yup."

Wooyoung surged forward and hugged him tightly. The man returned the hug and kissed the side of his head.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung! Nice to meet you, sir!"

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ajax."

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That was three months ago.

Within those three months, Wooyoung has never felt more at home. Sure, Ajax was strict sometimes, but he wasn't like this every day. Wooyoung quickly learned that it was called 'tough love', and he was ok with it. Sometimes, the kitsune could be a little too cheeky for his own good so he was glad to have someone like Ajax humble and discipline him whenever he can.

Today was a cold day. The wind was blowing harshly, making some of the trees sway. People were holding onto their scarves and beanies as they all tried to rush home. The clouds were darkening, indicating that rain would come soon.

That didn't matter to Wooyoung though since he was sweating horribly and he was rutting against a pillow on the couch.

Quiet whimpers left his mouth as he moved his hips erratically. Those whimpers soon turn into moans that were getting louder and louder by the second. He was crying due to the unbearable pain and his body was growing warmer. He was so lost in his desperation that he didn't notice his owner coming home.

When Ajax closed the door behind him, he was immediately hit with the smell of dahlias and blood oranges. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, loosened his tie, took off his blazer, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt before walking over to his precious kitsune. He knelt down and brought the distraught hybrid's face closer to his so he could leave a searing kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung moaned out of relief into Ajax's mouth and shoved his tongue down his owner's throat as he tried to pull him closer. His strength caused Ajax to stand up slightly and fall on top of the kitsune. His tails wrapped around the owner's body and he pulled away to get a good look at him.

"D-Daddy..."

"Yeah? What do you need, baby?"

Wooyoung never called Ajax daddy unless it was during his heat.

"Need you... please~"

"Shh. I got you."

Wooyoung sighed in relief when Ajax kissed downwards starting from neck all the way down to his fully erected cock, which was poking through his boxers painfully. The kitsune giggled when his owner left light kisses all over his tummy. Those giggles soon turned into moans when Ajax palmed him through his boxers and yanked them down with ease.

"You know the drill, baby."

Wooyoung nodded and discarded his shirt and adjusted himself so he was laying down on his back. Ajax slowly grabbed the hybrid's cock and stroked him slowly as his lips lightly touched the base of it before slowly dragging them all the way to the tip.

"Please, daddy... please!"

Wooyoung yelped when he felt a smack on his inner thigh and a harsh tug on one of his tails. This caused a stream of slick to leak out of his hole and he felt himself blush out of embarrassment. Ajax simply chuckled.

"That ain't nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I told you that I got you."

Wooyoung sighed dreamily at the reassurance and watched with bated breath as Ajax slowly took him into his mouth slowly. He was left breathless as Ajax moved his head up and down slowly, his mouth open wide to elicit an occasional moan or whine whenever his tip hit the back of Ajax's throat.

He was glad Ajax was blessed with no gag reflex.

Wooyoung whimpered yet tried hard not to thrash around when Ajax took him in deeper and inserted a couple of fingers into his leaking hole. He looked up to see Ajax leave a strand of saliva on his cock whenever his owner needed to breathe for a bit before sinking his mouth back down.

Wooyoung grabbed Ajax's thick hair and tugged on it a bit, to which Ajax moaned at since he loved it whenever his kitsune had his hands in his hair. This caused him to go even faster and Wooyoung's moans rose in volume.

"Cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

Wooyoung vocalized his warning and Ajax merely smirked before going faster and faster so the kitsune can shoot his load down the man's throat. Wooyoung's mouth was still wide open when he felt himself release into his owner's mouth. Ajax swallowed everything and release Wooyoung's cock from his mouth before crawling upwards and kissing him straight on the lips again.

Wooyoung kissed him back and frantically tore off Ajax's tie before moving on to the rest of the buttons on his dresse shirt. He drooled at the sight of Ajax's bare upper body as the shirt was shrugged off. He reached for his belt and loosened that up before going over to his slacks and pulling down the zipper so he could whip out his owner's cock. Ajax laughed smoothly before grabbing Wooyoung's hands and pinning them above his head, to which he whined at.

"Daddy~"

"Have patience, baby."

Ajax adjusted both of their positions so he was sitting up and Wooyoung was straddling him after his slacks were pushed off and discarded.

"Ride me as much as you want. I got you."

Wooyoung nodded obediently and adjusted himself so he could sink down onto Ajax's massive dick. Wooyoung threw his head back and a high pitched moaned escaped his lips as he felt Ajax bottom out. He never felt so full even though they have fucked each other outside of the hybrid's heat.

Wooyoung soon started moving and both of them moaned when he moved up slowly and went back down quickly. The kitsune was moving at a medium pace yet Ajax was having none of it. He tugged on another one of his tails and Wooyoung hissed at the feeling. He got the silent message and willed himself to move faster.

"Fuck. I love you so much, Wooyoung. You're my precious kitsune. Fuck whoever always looked past you. You're mine. You're forever mine."

Wooyoung didn't respond properly to Ajax's heartfelt words as he felt his owner's lips kiss everywhere on his body. Ajax made sure he mapped out every inch of skin on his beautiful body. He wasn't one to leave marks yet he couldn't help but leave so many love bites and hickies all over the expanses of his tanned skin. As a result, Wooyoung brought Ajax closer to him. He wrapped his arms around his owner's neck, tangling his fingers into his hair once more. Ajax wrapped his own arms around the hybrid's waist and helped him bounce on his dick since the hybrid was growing tired. Chants of Ajax's name left Wooyoung's mouth and the man groaned in his ear.

"Fuck I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside! Daddy, please!"

"Fuck ok. I'm cumming. Shit!"

With one final thrust, Ajax emptied himself inside Wooyoung. He didn't stop until he was sure that everything was released. He slowly pulled out and chuckled when Wooyoung went limp and press all of his body weight onto him.

"Come on, Woo. Let's get you into a bath."

"Join me, J."

Wooyoung pouted and Ajax kissed his pouty lips before carrying his baby in his arms and walking into the bathroom so they could bathe together.

[littledrummeraussie]

someone who feels like home.

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warnings: actress!fem!reader. nonfamous!Ashton. a premier. a photobooth. kisses shared. a love confession.

word count: 4550

author’s note: This was written as part of the @5sos-writing-week - I really wanted to participate and be a part of something! Originally this was meant to be posted on the first day’s non!famous au, but it ended on a love confession note, so we are going with that! ❤️ I don’t think this is my best piece, but I love the characters and the story, and I did enjoy writing this a lot.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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“Hey, car will be here in ten,” Ashton’s head popped into the room, eyes going wide as he finally registered you. “Wow, look at you!”

You let out a little giggle at his reaction, but otherwise stayed in one place as your stylist did the finishing touches on your dress. Ashton slipped into the room, still not being able to take his eyes off of you, and you hoped he didn’t catch you biting your lip as you watched him too.

“Well, you clean up nicely too,” you made a cheeky comment, and he laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck. And he did – the fitted black pants, the matching vest and the slick tie paired with a white dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows gave him a well-dressed, but still casual look, something you knew everyone would notice at the premier. Your eyes lingered on the blood moon tattoos inked into his skin, the rings on his fingers, the chain clipped into his belt loop, and you felt your heart skip a beat knowing that he was your date – even if just for tonight.

“Who did you bribe to let you wear this dress?” he cocked an eyebrow, looking you up and down to take it all in.

“Versace. They were begging me to wear it,” you joked, making Ashton smile as well. “Do we have time to take pictures?”

“Even if we didn’t I would still do it, because you, my beautiful, need to be documented in this dress,” he reached for the camera on the coffee table, quickly checking the settings before nodding at you. “Alright, do your worst, Y/L/N.”

You made sure to stick your tongue out at him as you struck a pose, the both of you giggling like kids as he started taking pictures of you, going from silly to smiley then serious, showing off your long red dress, the shoulders falling off and over your arms, the slit in the skirt giving a nice view at your legs and the white heels you were wearing. It felt like a bold choice, but you fell in love with the colour and the design, and you secretly liked how it made you look something like a princess, even if you would never tell that to Ashton; he would never let you live that down.

“Okay, now a selfie,” he reached for his phone, stepping next to you to fit both of you into the frame. “The first of the many mandatory ones from tonight.”

“You’re lucky you’re taking really good pictures,” you poked him playfully before letting him slide his arm around you, pulling you close. “At least I have good use of you, other than being my arm candy for the night.”

“You’re hurting my feelings,” Ashton pouted at you, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m your one-man cheer team, and you’re using me only for my good looks.”

“And to scare away creepy guys, don’t forget that,” you winked at him, a slight flirt lacing your voice. Ash scoffed at you with another little laugh, already trying to come up with another comment when your PA knocked on the door, letting you know that the car had arrived and it was waiting for you.

“Shall we, my lady?” he offered his arm to you, and you accepted it gratefully, all the while trying to will the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“It would be my pleasure, kind sir.”

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The car ride to the premier was a good 20 minutes, during which time Ashton and your PA talked your ears off with the craziest of ideas on how to approach the elephant in the room in case people started to point it out. The metaphorical elephant, who was currently sitting right next to you, making up funny scenarios of his own being.

Because really: who was Ashton to you?

You often wondered and asked the question from yourself. The answer changed from time to time: a photographer. Someone from your management. An annoying little shit. A second PA. A friend who’s been there for you from day one. All those things were true, and yet, none of them sounded as real as the truth: because Ashton was your best friend, whom you had a crush on.

It wasn’t something you felt the first time you met him; no, it was something recent, something you realized one night when he was sitting next to you on the couch just after wrapping your latest movie, talking about his newest musical obsession. What started out as a work relationship turned into so much more: and while he was still part of your team you quickly became close friends – it was hard to remember a time when Ashton wasn’t part of your life. That’s why it wasn’t even a question for you to invite him as your plus one to the premier of the movie you previously worked on. He’s been there every step of the way, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciate his efforts and friendship after everything you’ve been through while filming Fade Into The Ocean.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?”

“Sure, yeah! Sorry,” you quickly shook your head, smiling back at Ashton. “Just lost in thoughts, that’s all.”

“Are you nervous about the premier?” he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently, and you wanted to melt into him, tell him all the things running through your mind, all the feelings you’ve been trying to put into words in the last few months. “You know you don’t have to be. People are really excited about the movie. They’re gonna love it!”

“I’m more scared about you stealing the spotlight from me,” you tried to sound flirty, and maybe you did succeed a little, because Ashton scoffed softly, squeezing your hand again.

“Sounds impossible.”

You knew you were close when you started seeing people everywhere on the streets, many looking after your car, trying to see who was arriving. Your PA started to do the necessary rounds once the car was parked, all the while you got out of the backseat with Ashton’s help. Before you knew it he was already checking your dress for wrinkles, making sure no hair was out of place and that your makeup was not smudged.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you caught his hand to stop him fussing over you. “You’re my date tonight, remember?”

“And as your date I want only the best for you,” Ashton ran his fingers over a lock of hair, still smiling at you. “And for people to look at the real star of this show, not silly little me.”

“Well, I like looking at you,” you reached for his tie, fixing it so it wasn’t crooked. “And I’m grateful you came along with me. You don’t know how much that means after…” your voice turned quiet.

Ashton didn’t say anything, he simply pulled you against his chest, hugging you as much as he could. For a moment it felt like there was only the two of you, that you could breathe easier; that if you were able to somehow keep Ashton in your life then nothing could go wrong.

The moment was interrupted by your PA, who let you know that everything was ready for your big entrance. Ashton took another second to let you go, but not before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering encouragements and a promise that he’ll be by your side all through the night. You nodded, accepting the arm he offered to you once again, then the both of you made your way towards the red carpet, joining the people waiting for the premier.

For a while you forgot about everything – it was just you and the people you worked with on the movie, the photographers and the reporters, and the many fans, all of them wanting to catch a glimpse at their favourites. Ashton stepped back to let you have your moment, falling behind as you were photographed, and you needed to fight the urge to turn back to him. You smiled as you posed with your co-star, yet you wished you could have Ashton right back next to you; there was something different in the way you felt when he was pressed against your side just a few minutes ago, leading you out onto the red carpet and appearing as your date for the night. He was flashing a flirty smile towards the people around you, and you could see them swooning at his charm.

Someone asked if your date could join for another round of pictures, and this finally gave you the chance to look his way, his eyes sparkling as he followed you with his gaze. You beckoned him closer, reaching for him with your hand until he laced your fingers together, then sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his side. You shared smiles and a few laughs as you posed for pictures, and in that moment you knew that you wanted all of this to be real; it wasn’t a public relationship for everyone to see, no. More than anything, you wanted to feel the happiness and the calmness that Ashton made you feel whenever he was around.

“Everything’s okay?” he tilted his head to the side, murmuring his question against your ear, raising an eyebrow when you looked up at him.

You laughed and nodded, like he was telling you a joke or a sneaky comment, and he squeezed your waist in return, letting you know that he was there, he was listening, if you needed him, he could take care of you, no matter what it was.

The two of you made your way down the carpet, finally arriving to the last of the reporters before you could go further into the theatre. That’s when you spotted it, a photobooth tucked into one corner of the hall, the promotional pictures of your movie decorating the outside. It wasn’t a coincidence: you did shoot some of the key scenes of the film in photobooths as they moved the story forward. Suddenly you felt like a little kid, tugging on Ashton’s hand to get his attention. A smile immediately took over his face when he saw it too.

“We gotta get our picture taken!” he was already leading you towards the booth. “It’s tradition!”

“Another addition to the collection,” you giggled, more excited about the photos than the premier itself.

“This one will be extra special,” Ashton smiled as he pulled back the curtain, quickly settling down on the bench and patting his knee. “Come on, guess that’s the only way we can fit in!”

It was something that started years ago, a silly little thing you did one afternoon while walking around Vancouver during a break in filming your first major role. You’ve always wanted to try how these machines worked, having seen them in so many films before, but unfortunately you had none in the small town you grew up in. Having a photo strip from one of those booths was something your younger self would have been so excited about, and older you definitely wanted to let her live the dream. You thought Ashton might find you crazy for this, but the moment you told him about it he grabbed your hand and even paid for the first round – the two of you had so much fun that you ended up taking a lot of photos that day.

After that it sorta became a tradition: whenever the two of you found a booth you squeezed into the tiny space to get another photo strip to your collection. You always made sure to get two copies so you could both hold onto the memories you had together.

You settled into Ashton’s lap, arms hugging his neck while the curtain fell back, hiding the two of you in the tiny space of the booth. Ashton pressed the button when you were ready, and the numbers started to go into a countdown before taking the first picture.

3… 2… 1…

The both of you smiled at the camera, a laugh tugging at the corner of your mouths, and you remembered the very first time you knew that you found a lifelong friend in him. You were meant to go on an audition after a quick meeting with him – he wanted to talk about a few things before sending you on your way with a cup of coffee he bought especially for you, and which he somehow poured all over your shirt. After the initial shock he started to apologize, only to find you laughing about the situation, trying to brush away the tears and catch your breath looking at his face. Ashton did go out and bought you a new shirt so you could go to your audition, and the next day he showed up at your door, your stained shirt washed and folded in his hands. Deep down you knew that finally you had  someone in your corner – someone who would do anything to make sure you were alright.

CLICK!

Ashton threw his hand up in a rock sign, sticking his tongue out at the camera, and you quickly copied him, feeling silly and so happy in your fancy dress, acting wild and free. It reminded you of all the times he dragged you into some kind of adventure in the strange cities you were working in, all the shenanigans the two of you did on your free days or while you were travelling. Without Ashton you wouldn’t have tried out half of the restaurants that were now your favourites. Without him you would have missed out on art exhibits and carnival rides and concerts of local bands.

You wouldn’t have gotten your first tattoo if it weren’t for Ashton and a bet of who could possibly fit more marshmallows into their mouths. He won; and he did choose a really pretty design for you, something to remember your trip to Japan where all of this happened. The single cherry blossom flower was definitely your favourite.

CLICK!

His eyes were searching you, smile softening as he looked at you, and you felt yourself smiling back at him. There was something familiar in that moment: you felt safe and calm with him there, a feeling that’s been your companion ever since that night a year ago. Suddenly you were back in the small apartment the two of you shared while filming Fade Into The Ocean, your eyes red as tears were streaming down your face, curling up in his lap on the floor as you cried all through the night, the breakup with your boyfriend which happened via phone making you feel like your heart was broken into tiny little pieces.

But Ashton was there, making sure you drank water and let it all out, soothingly stroking your back to help you calm down. You were scared to go out the next day, thinking that the public will just know how you broke down the night before, like it was written all over your face – instead Ashton reminded you that it was just another day, every day it will be a little easier and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself; you didn’t do anything wrong. He made sure you looked after yourself while working on your movie and dealing with your breakup, and every night you went to bed with a lighter heart, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world. Not if you had Ashton to help you to come out on top.

CLICK!

Maybe you shouldn’t have done it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ashton never looked more beautiful than in that moment. And it wasn’t just his looks, no; it was him, the way he was there for you all through these years, how he put you first more times than you could count, how he picked you up and put you back together when you felt at your lowest. He was adventure and silent afternoons in a park, he was coffee dates and silly selfies and reading lines together at midnight. He was the best part of your team, but also your partner in crime, your best friend and the man you fell in love with through the years.

You always wanted someone who felt like home in this crazy and strange life you had – and as you were sitting there in his lap, looking at each other before the last picture was taken, you realized that nobody ever came close to being the person that Ashton was for you. In that moment you knew that you don’t want anyone else in this world, just him, only him. Because Ashton always felt like home to you.

His breath hitched as your lips pressed against his, but it didn’t even take a heartbeat for him to kiss you back, his arms around your waist tightening to hold you close to him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, like you were scared you would float away if you let go of him. You felt the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip–

CLICK!

The two of you pulled apart like teenagers who got caught, and you felt your cheeks heating up when you realized what just happened. Ashton looked surprised, lips parted as he looked at you almost unblinking, but you saw how his eyes darkened after your kiss. You were saved by a sound that meant that your photos were printed, and you quickly grabbed them, shoving them into your bag as you stood up, pulling back the curtain.

“I– think we should go. Movie is about to start.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course,” Ashton quickly shook his head, following you out of the booth and back into the sea of people, acting like you didn’t just share a moment that might change everything from now on.

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ETNews tweeted: @YourName looks stunning at the premier of her new movie ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ joined by best friend as her date. Read more at the link.

 You pushed your phone away, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. It was really late at night, or maybe really early in the morning, you couldn’t decide. The premier was long, and the afterparty even longer, full of impromptu speeches and a few more last minute interviews, everyone praising the movie. And yet, if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you couldn’t care less – because all you really cared about was the man who had already turned in for the night in the room next to yours.

All you could think about was Ashton and his arm around your waist on the red carpet, his words that kept you grounded, the press of his lips against yours as you kissed in the photobooth, hidden from prying eyes, and the way he held your hand all through the movie. He kept his promise and was by your side all through the night, but after what happened in the booth he turned a little quiet, and when his door closed after you arrived back to the hotel, you were sure you had screwed it all up. This was the moment when you needed him the most, to make sense of everything, to let you know if you crossed a line. But he only wished you goodnight before disappearing.

Now you were left alone with adrenaline rushing through your veins after the premier, and with your feelings which made it hard to sleep. Your beautiful red dress was laid out on the bed next to you, and you softly ran your fingers over the material. Something came over you, you weren’t sure what, but you reached for your bag and fished out the photo strips from the booth. Your eyes scanned the pictures, the smiles and silly faces, the laughter and the loving look you gave each other, and lastly, the kiss. There was no question in you that in that very moment, even if for just one second, he wanted it too.

You laid one of the pictures over your dress, picking up a few small gifts you got as part of the promotion, then snapped a picture of the ensemble. You made sure to not include the very last photo in it – sure, it was a post for your social media, but at the same time, something much more. You knew it could be a bold move, you knew Ashton will know what you have left out of your post, and deep down you hoped it would help the two of you start talking about what happened back there.

 yourname shared a post: What a wonderful night at the ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ premier! Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate with us! Check out the movie if you can!

Special shout out to my best partner in crime @ashtonirwin for being my fun date tonight!

 Before you could chicken out you posted the picture, quickly disconnecting from the internet so you didn’t check if Ashton reacted to it or not. You were sure he was already asleep, it’s been more than an hour since you have parted ways in the hallway. Yet still, you were hoping that he understood what you really meant with your post.

You didn’t want to believe it first, but there was a soft knock a few minutes later. You picked up your robe as you crossed the suite, putting it on before opening the door – and there he was. Ashton was standing in front of you, wearing his black sweatpants, something he always wore as PJs. His hair was a mess of unruly curls, tan skin and the ink of his tattoos illuminated in the lamplight of the hallway and your room.

“Hey, uhm… can I come in?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a pink tint colouring his cheeks.

“Always,” you nodded, taking a step back to let him into the room. “Cannot sleep either?”

“No, not really,” Ashton chuckled, following you. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I maybe get my pictures? I think you grabbed both of them.”

“Of course, just… let me get them,” you nodded towards your bedroom, already turning around.

It kinda felt like defeat – like he’s gonna look at them and decide that the first three were fine, but maybe you should both forget about the last one and what it meant. Ashton didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, and suddenly you wished he would leave so you could feel pity for yourself. But before you could take a step you felt his hand reaching for yours, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back a little.

“And maybe another goodnight kiss as well?” he cocked an eyebrow at you while softly biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you needed to laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, and you could see Ashton’s smile as well as he pulled you back and against his chest, hands cradling your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes as you kissed him back, and while you felt dizzy from the way his lips moved against yours, you also felt that calm, safe feeling settling in your heart, the one you always associated with Ashton. This is what home felt like. Being with him.

“Did you really think I’m not gonna bring this up?” he playfully nipped your lip when you finally pulled back, your cheeks heated from his question.

“I thought I went too far,” you whispered, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “We didn’t say much after it happened. I mean… I know I kinda ran away, but…”

“I understand. We were at the premier and that wasn’t the time and place where we could talk about this,” he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, still looking lovingly at you. “But don’t think for a second that I didn’t want to kiss you breathless all through the night. I just needed to, you know, keep myself in check. And I also thought you might have regretted it, and… I’m not sure I could have been able to take that. Not after feeling so much for you all through these years.”

“How long exactly?” you questioned him, and Ashton let out an embarrassed chuckle, knocking his forehead against yours, eyes shining and looking into your eyes.

“Maybe from the moment I met you. But definitely since I’ve poured coffee all over you and you just didn’t give a damn about it. It was so easy to fall in love with you. Cause you know: you were my best friend.”

“You stayed with me all through these years, even though I was seeing other people. Even though I was kissing guys on camera. Even though I only recently realized what you really mean to me,” you cupped Ashton’s jaw, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled again, making you giggle as well. “But it didn’t matter. I was lucky enough to spend most of my time with you, and if that would have been the only thing I got in the end, I still would have taken it, without a question.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that ever again,” you pressed small kisses onto his lips, mumbling words and confessions as he held you close. “Because I’m the lucky one, having a best friend like you. Someone who took care of me and who’s still doing it every day. Someone who’s just an absolutely wonderful human being, and there is really no one who compares to you, Ash. Gosh, I love you so much, and I’ve been trying to push away these feelings because I thought I’m gonna ruin us, but it was just so hard because all through these years you really just felt like–”

“Home?” Ashton finished for you, and you nodded, lost for words. “That’s what you’re making me feel too.”

“Wherever we went, you were always the person I looked for when I felt homesick or alone. You just make everything feel… okay. I would happily lose everything else as long as I have you.”

“Don’t go that far. I do love you being the wonderful actress that you are. I’m happy to cheer you on from the sideline,” Ashton kissed your forehead. “As long as I have you.”

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” you mumbled against his chest as you burrowed closer to him, and you felt him nodding above you. “And I don’t think I could fall asleep now.”

“So how about you give me my pictures and we climb into bed? I could kiss you some more while we figure this all out. And if we do fall asleep, well… we can continue tomorrow. And maybe find another photobooth to make some new memories. I would love to recreate the last picture of us. Many, many times.”

“I’ll make sure to kiss you again. And again. And again.”

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@mymindwide @fuckyeah5sostakemehome @suchalonelysunflower @talkfastromance4 @ashtonsunflower @in-superbloom @wiiildflowerrr @lovelywordsblog @heyitskelseaj @cthheaven @sofsversion @justreblogginfics @whentherosesbl00m @indianamgc11

[crmsnmth]

That Old Dysphoric Waltz

Some days I hate my teeth I somehow become aware they're in my mouth and I can't stop running my tongue along the edges learning the mountain range of molars And they begin to hurt Because a look in the mirror says they are far to close togethor Clumped into one big coffee stained clump I want to pull them out Tie each one off with fishing line and finding someone to slam the door. Dentures seem like a great idea, but I don't have dental on state funded healthcare I can feel my gums throb from the toothbrush Sometimes spitting more blood then not into the sink clockwise down the drain

Some days I hate the clothes I wear I hate the way they sit on my body, folding over, sleeves riding up, I can feel the tag and I scratch at them and readjust spending far too much time fixing the clothes I have chosen to wear I want to burn them all and start over in a whole new style one that isn't monochrome and something a high school metal kid would wear Looking like I never learned how to grow up Without horror movie shirts and black jeans bandannas and scarves Still a teen with an aged body

Some days I hate the very skin I'm in Seeing all it's flaws and tears and scars Hating the contours made by sharp edges and spikes Despising the ink I thought so hard about before I committed it to flesh I get sickened by seeing the emancipated skin that's tight over visible bones and muscles that are much too small to provide any use Just the strings to an out of tune guitar With a bent neck, so the screws can't be fixed At least not with knowledge I have of such things So I'll just ignore each ache and pain I feel Until they go away, abandonment by ligaments Fingers much too long for praying Eyes half tilted and far away I never look as if I'm paying attention not that I am

Some days I hate the gender that I am the mirror lies to us every chance it gets I hate the shape of my body not seeing the movements felt staying behind doors, learning how to hide any fact like this we just don't talk about unless it's made in jest and in hate So keep your mouth shut and hate in silence Ridicule is avoided by anyone with heart And the confusion only makes things worth Hating your friends because they unknowingly hate part of you It's a pretty messed up way to go about your day Smile and wave, pretend the joke is just a joke And that secretly, everyone around isn't laughing anymore And the joke eventually becomes fear becomes isolation becomes alienation becomes annihilation Small town words spread like a fire in a dry pine forest

Some days I hate my brain Not making any sense And making thoughts that have no view The awkward panic and fear of rejection the need for abandonment and depression Living with chemicals rebuilt from time capsules from 1948 and whatever sedative we can find It's better than gray clothing and frosted glass I never really like a trilogy anyway And I've been on this hate before Letting the conflict of my right vs left battle Figure out what we're going to do today Fatty deposit of electricity That is constantly working to constantly Sabotage and end itself with bad ideas and even worse impulse control I couldn't tell you how to do better

Most days I love everything I am Everything I've stood for Everything I've done Even if I die right now, I have on hell of a story to share And I'll gladly whisper it to the worms Eternity won't be bad speaking to decay Death will wave his hand along my being And I'll talk his fucking ear off about all of my memories I love the face I wear, coffee stained teeth in all And every morning after a shower, I pick my favorite shirts and my comfortable jeans, proud of the hockey mask graphic I see my body and I'm happy it's still here, after all it's been And I see my gender right where it should be, even if the feelings towards my so-called friends don't But that just means my mind has morals and principles And is able to think through complex thought Finding logic and thought and emotion all ripping through it It's downright amazing to think about. It's okay to have bad days It gets better. It will always get better.

[hazbinned]

@sirserpentine - HEAVEN SENT / WISH AWAY YOUR SINS. Pentious & Alastor Swap.

"I wish, with all of my heart, that your soul were even darker than mine! That way, nothing could ever keep us apart AGAIN!"

That was the last thing that Alastor could remember saying to Pentious before his afterlife as he knew it was turned upside-down. For a beat, everything had turned to white, much like it had when Adam had struck him through with blessed steel; his ears were filled with a ferocious ringing, and he could not feel anything in his own body save for a static-like tingling sensation that almost drove him to madness. It was as though his circulation had been cut off, as well as his vision and his connection to everything around him, all five senses dormant, resigned from their respective stations—

And then he was back.

All around Alastor was the suffocating scent of smoke and the heart-jolting din of screams and cannon-shots. Below him was utter desolation, debris and burning rubble shoved aside by squealing sinners as they tried to flee from the monster beyond the hill.

It was then that the Radio Demon realized that he was witnessing all of this from a bird's-eye view. How could that be? There was nothing beneath him! His shoes kicked at air, and at his back he heard— felt— wing-beats.

Horrified eyes maneuvered, finally, from everything around him to what was actually part of him. His hands, first. His sleeves were different, he realized with a sinking feeling in his chest and a tightening throat. They were no longer red, but light-colored and bore no tears. His skin had somehow salvaged its pigment; the same color that had belonged to him in life.

Light-headedly, Alastor reached behind him and touched... feathers. The feathers of a bird's wing.

His smile dropped.

It was for this reason and this reason alone (his stitched-on mask was gone!) that Alastor joined the chorus of screams!

Zooming toward the nearest heap of shattered glass, it was like everything around him had disappeared. The world was only Alastor and his thoughts, blood rushing to his head and then to his own racing heart. Flying was second nature to him, somehow. Frowning was as simple as breathing.

His landing was rough. He stumbled forward, and he knelt near the glass and stared at his reflection. Another scream leapt out of him, this one smothered with his hands— his hair was a silver-purple color with darker ends extending upwards in points, like the stripes of a cat! His teeth were still sharp, but gleamed white as he expressed himself candidly. His monocle was heart-shaped and encased in gold, and his eyes matched his teeth and his hair (a healthy combination of white and lavender); who was he? What was he? He moved up, so as to see more of himself in his makeshift mirror— he did have wings! They were large, with the luxurious feathers of an egret. He moved down again— there, atop his head! His ears were smaller, pointier. Somehow, he found that he liked them this time around, even though he had despised his prior set. Betwixt them was the utter lack of antlers— nothing at all!

Working himself through his crisis, Alastor tried to think. He couldn't put answers to the big things like the how or the why, but he could put answers to the what if he just committed himself to processing what he was seeing. His ears, the stripes, his more predator-like features— he was a cat instead of a deer, with a willing Cheshire grin, much like the feral neighborhood cats that he and his mother had doted upon when he was a child.

His mother had adored the cats. Alastor had adored his mother, so he had adored the cats, too. They had fed them scraps.

Alastor, in his entire existence, had never seen a cat like this. Not one with wings, and not one in a pristine pastel suit and tie. It looked like something that someone would wear to an Easter picnic, back in the days of penny-farthings and 'how do you do's.

He was overwhelmed by the urge to laugh (or start hyperventilating), so he opted in their stead for the secret third option: to get help. This had to be some kind of mishap! Perhaps he had been hit on the head, and was dreaming? He was no angel, even if some strange part of him liked it (the part that did not dread anyone seeing him like this)— he was the Radio Demon! Dreaded, feared, terrible! He never ceased smiling, and he never felt the need to look for assistance.

Alastor betrayed himself in both of those ways now, as he took to the air, skirting the ground as he weaved in and out of sinners. Few seemed to notice him, busy with their own task of fleeing the bombardments. Alastor gained some height to avoid collisions, eyes ever searching for the one he knew.

Pentious.

Minutes ago, Pentious had been right there, elbow-to-elbow with him on the grounds of the Hotel. They had been saying their painful adieus. His dear Partner Director had prepared to ascend to Heaven again, and would, as always, leave Alastor to his lonesome for another dreaded period apart.

That was what had spurred the stag's emotional, how-very-improper comment. Or screech. It was much like the one that escaped him now, although this one was filled with hope and relief and a even shred of joy as he sighted Pentious atop the hill, sitting proud upon one of his vehicles!

This was good. Pentious could help, and he wouldn't judge him for how he looked. The two of them would figure this out together, just like they always did.

Alastor made a beeline for his partner. As he neared, though, the hopeful feeling in his head was replaced again with the sickening sense of 'something's not right.' He backpedaled and lingered in the air halfway through.

Pentious was a Sinner again, but that wasn't all.

Something was wrong. Pentious' vehicle was heading in the same direction as everyone else, but Pentious was in no hurry. He seemed to be enjoying himself. From his vicinity came the loud noises and the flames and the destruction.

It hit Alastor in that moment: Pentious wasn't one of the horrified denizens of Hell... he was what was horrifying them.

Oh, dear, thought the Radio... Angel...? to himself. Have I lost my mind?

There was only one way to find out.

Alastor grimaced. 'Yes' was the answer to his own inquiry; he made the decision to hurdle toward his friend, lips forcing themselves into what would become an uncertain half-smile.

"Pentious! HELLO!" Alastor yelled as he hovered above the tank. A cannon-shot drowned out his words. He tried again... this time, a shriek! "PENTIOUS! WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU DOING?!"

A silver lining: his voice was still his voice, perfect and radio-filtered.

[vanweezer]

OKAY I GOT A BUNCH FOR YOU :3

all for rosalia: appearance 1, 2, and 19, objects 3, 9, and 17, food 2, 7, and 16, weather/nature 9, community 4 and 18, mind heart body and soul 9 and 10, and lastly hobbies 3 and 7

YAYYY THANK YOU this is gonna take ten million years to finish but YAYYYYY. also ime putting these under a readmore <3 but keep sending these yall i loveeeee yapping abt my ocs

appearance

1. what's your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

probably her arms (full of tatts!) or her eyes. doesnt happen often but they can kindasortaaliiiittle bit turn a yellow-er green when shes happy or hungry

2. what would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

honestly some kinda suit?? not a proper 3 piece lol but like a 00s avril lavigne with a tie that doesnt match her normalassshirt & a studded belt. she'd also have some leather/denim jacket her mom gave her if the outfit needed to be Fancy fancy

19. if your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

rosie has PLANYYY of tattoos. a ram w stars and clouds on her left shoulder (shes v much an aries </3), moon cycle chart going down her left arm, a spiderweb on her left forearm, stars all the way down the side of her torso (i forget which part i kinda just draw them. a lot), two hearts on her pelvis, and a sleeve of a dragon with batwings on her right arm.

objects

3. what type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

anything black & astrology themed. hair clips, hats, belts, sometimes shoes. she loves a star motif

9. does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

receiveeee im p sure her gf spoils her and while shes a normal amount of shy about big surprises or gifts (ahem hem, her mom be like) she loves whenever someone takes the time to give her something she might like. cannot be a collection or large amount of things at once though, or she'll get the urge to count em

17. what's most important to your character when shopping?

1: is it black, 2: is it cheap, and 3: if its not cheap can it fit in her pocket or been worn in such a cunty way the store employees already assumed she was wearing it

food

2. would your character prefer baking, cooking, or mixing drinks?

drink mixing for sure, and not just alcohol she'll go to a convenience store and get like 7 different slushie flavors in one if shes really jonesing for it

7. is there food that has made your character sick?

probably when she gets 7 different slushie flavors in one. or someone who mightve donated really nasty blood

16. is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

anything too close to organs/guts (hearts, lungs, skin sometimes) some vampires prefer their blood 'from the source' and that really skeeves rosie out. baby gurl prefers her blood bags </3

weather/nature

9. is your character good with animals?

while she LOVES cats i doubt she could be held responsible for one without either eating it or letting it roam the outdoors unsupervised. outside of that she might be good with a pet fish. coughs

community

4. is your character upfront about their feelings?

as far as like lying she wouldnt be eager to do that as she'd see no point in going out of her way to hide stuff from someone. outwardly shes kinda careless as opposed to carefree, so while people can open up to her without fear of judgement she doesnt really match that energy vulnerability wise. most things are for jokes with her </3 but when she Is honest or Does reflect on things she can sometimes be too blunt/unforgiving/blasé

18. what's your character's favorite form of affection?

depends on the person but she prefers physical affection in like different ways. shes fine with hugging family or linking arms at the very least. with friends she blurs the line with whats 'typical' in terms of affection, so shes fine with kissing or making out instead of a 'thanks' or a 'hey whats up'. with her gf definitely prooobably... 👉👌el oh el

mind body & soul

9. does your character have any allergies?

none that come to mind <3

10. is your character a light, medium, or heavy sleeper?

heavy HEAVY sleeper she'll knock out for days if she feels like it

hobbies

3. what is a talent your character whishes they had?

singing or maybe being able to play chess really well. shes not into the game itself she just thinks immortality would be fun if she could whip out a new party trick every few centuries etc

7. what is a talent that your character is proud of?

my rosie can DRAW ok!!!!! she loves to make her lil pictures and paintings and sketches!!!! she can mf TATTOO!!!! literally your favorite tattoo artist's favorite tattoo artist

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Survival of the Fittest”

The basics: When a Marine has a seizure, the team investigates a private lab.

Written by: Andrew Bartels wrote or co-wrote "Allegiance", "Zero Days", "The Grey Man", "Humbug", "Fighting Shadows", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Angels & Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke…", "Glasnost", "Old Tricks" "Battle Scars", "Fool Me Twice", "Warrior of Peace", "Reentry", "The Prince", "Smokescreen", "The One That Got Away"/"No More Secrets" two-parter, "Yellow Jacket", "Missing Time", "If the Fates Allow", "Red Rover, Red Rover", "Divided We Fall" and “Genesis”.

Directed by: Eric A. Pot directed “Resurrection”, “Windfall”, “Traitor”, “Internal Affairs”, “Home is Where the Heart Is”, “Forasteira”, “Reentry”, “Hit List”, “The One Who Got Away”, “Kill Beale Vol 1”, “Fortune Favors the Bold”, “A Fait Accopli”, “Imposter Syndrome”, “Indentured” and “Sorry for Your Loss”.

Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed as Roberta Deeks and Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes were both back from “Flesh and Blood”. Dominic Burgess as Herman Cooper, Piper Curda as Lisa Cho, Bobby Hogan as Marine Private First Class James Williams, Cyrus Hobbi as Marine Staff Sergeant Pierce, Jesse Boone as Nicholas "Nick" Embry, Susan Slome as Jordana Hanson and Marcus Antony Brunner as Marine Private First Class Edward Hanson.

Our heroes: Are all over SoCal today - the office, Pendleton, Anaheim.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Still looking for Hetty. Sam:   Jogging against the Santa Ana winds. Kensi:  Taking classes at Quantico. Deeks:  Trying to balance home life and work. Fatima:   Miranda. Rountree:  Tackling Marines with ease. Kilbride:  Doesn’t envy Deeks’s balancing act.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Pet sitting nephew Jake’s snakes.   Sam:   Not afraid of snakes, just doesn’t like snakes. Kensi:   On the East Coast but the house is still a mess. Deeks:   Maker of healthy breakfasts. Fatima:   Really is a fed. Rountree:  Has snack bars in the Land Rover’s glovebox. Kilbride:  Doing retirement wrong.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Callen is looking for her in Syria.

Who's down with OTP:  Kensi is in DC so Deeks is Mr. Mom.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Very bantering Callen and Sam episode. 

Fashion review:   Callen is wearing a medium blue button-down shirt.  Sam has on a long-sleeve black tee while Deeks has on a short sleeve one.  A lovely purple turtleneck for Fatima.  Rountree looks like he raided Deeks’s closet for is pale blue long-sleeve tee.  The Admiral is doing the Admiral – dark blue three-piece suit, dark blue tie, pale blue dress shirt.

Music:  Nothing today.

Any notable cut scene:  After two straight episodes with an extra scene, none for today.

Quote:  Kilbride:  “Agent Namazi spoke up on your behalf.” Deeks:  “Yeah, well, she didn't...she didn't have to do that.” Kilbride:  “No. And to be clear, this is not an apology for what I said this morning.  Regardless of personal circumstances, I have to hold this office to the highest of standards.” Deeks:  “Right. Yeah, no, it definitely won't happen again, sir.” Kilbride:  “Isn't easy.” Deeks:  “S-Sorry, what?” Kilbride:  “It isn't easy balancing the work that you do here with the equally important work that you do at home.  Speaking for myself, I was never able to find that balance and it is my life's regret.  I have every confidence that you will.” Deeks:  “Thank you, sir.” Kilbride:  “I do not envy you.”

Anything else:  Deeks is making a healthy breakfast for Rosa – eggs and bacon made into a smiley face, fresh fruit – when Bertie shows up with vegan doughnuts. Since Rosa isn’t vegan and Deeks would prefer she have a healthy breakfast, mother and son debate doughnuts, Bertie living 84-seconds away and Deeks’s preference that she not just show up unannounced. Bertie tells Deeks she texted Kensi about dropping by but since Kensi in Quantico (“you’d never know it with all the mess,” Bertie notes), Deeks didn’t know she was coming. The doughnut conversation devolves into it being odd that former police officer Deeks doesn’t like doughnuts.

As Deeks yells for Rosa to hurry up and get dressed so she can have his healthy breakfast. Rosa arrives in the dining room wearing her pajamas. She tells Deeks she isn’t feeling well. Within a second, she’s running to the bathroom and vomiting.

In the boat shed, Sam arrives after a long run against the Santa Ana Winds. Callen is on his laptop, looking at satellite footage from Syria. He’s looking for Hetty. Sam assures Callen they’ll find Hetty – “we always do.” There is a hissing noise across the boat shed. Lifting a blanket off an object on the coffee table, Sam sees a large tank with a large snake inside. He is not pleased. Callen is babysitting the snakes – they’re Jake’s. As he says he’s bringing them home with him at the end of the day. Callen remember that Sam is afraid of snakes. Sam disagrees – not afraid, just not a fan. Years and years of evolution put that feeling into everyone. Callen’s phone rings – they have a case.

Deeks gets the same call as Rosa is resting on the couch. The flu is going around the school, Rosa probably got it. Deeks asks if she wants anything. Rosa mentions a soup her Mom use to make when she was ill - caldo de res - and how her Mom would run her hand through Rosa’s hair until she fell asleep. Deeks looks like he was slapped. Rosa apologizes but Deeks tells her there is no reason to apologize. He’s sorry her mother isn’t there, sorry he never met her. Rosa thinks her mother would have liked Deeks – except his hair. She would have combed it until it was neat. Rosa laughs – she thinks Deeks would look terrible with neat hair.

Deeks’s phone rings again – it is Rountree. Deeks updates him on what’s going on and he’s just waiting for Bertie to return. Bertie returns with movies to watch and a new shortcut – now just 43-second to the house if she uses the neighbor’s backyard. Deeks thinks that goes on the list of things to discuss. Deeks tells Rosa he loves her and looking at his mother, he tells Rosa “I’m so sorry.”

In Ops, Fatima has video of the Gladiator’s fight – a corps videographer was recording it for a promotional film. Sam recognizes the pugil stick training – he did it with the SEALs. Fatima thinks it looks like fun. Sam assures her it isn’t. Hanson, the Marine who had the seizure, was rushed to the Marine hospital about two minutes away. He fell into a coma and is now suffering massive organ failure. This is the first seizure for Hanson.

Callen wonders if he was exposed to a nerve agent. None of that showed up in Hanson’s blood work – just a cold virus but the cold virus had a specific enzyme – CRISPR-Cas9 – that is used for gene editing. The Admiral arrives saying that a specific flu was introduced to a member “our armed forces”. The SecNav and Joint Chiefs are all aware of this case – it is their highest priority since this could be the first attack by a genetic weapon.

Deeks arrives, worried that the virus that Hanson was exposed to could be contagious. Fatima and Rountree assure him it is not. The virus itself is rather harmless. What it did was deliver the CRISPR “payload”. They are not sure what genes were targeted but the doctors see that Hanson’s immune system is failing. Russia and Iran have interest in gene warfare while the Chinese used CRISR to alter human embryos.

What worries Rountree is that CRISPR technology can be ordered on the internet legally. A person would need to know a lot about genetic medicine to make anything work. Which makes it odd that if someone is smart enough to create this virus, why test it on Private First Class Hanson and not a general or an admiral. Kilbride arrives for the last word, unnerving Rountree, who says the Admiral is different – he’s retired. If he’s retired, Kilbride thinks he’s doing it wrong.

With Callen and Sam arriving at Camp Pendleton to investigate, the Admiral wants Rountree to speak to Hanson’s mom – she’s just arrived from Indiana to be with her son. Fatima is going to go through the last week of Hanson’s life to see how he could be exposed to the virus. As for Deeks, the Admiral gives him a good dressing down for being late. Then he’s assigned to work with Rountree. Rountree tries to explain that the Admiral has been busy with the Pentagon all day – probably didn’t hear about Rosa being sick. Deeks isn’t interested, they just need to work.

In Camp Pendleton, Callen and Sam speak with Hanson’s Staff Sergeant. Hanson has been struggling to keep up and the Staff Sergeant feels that maybe the seizure was his fault – pushed Hanson too hard. Callen assures the Staff Sergeant that the seizure had nothing to do with the exercise. With the entire squad having to go through a blood test, the Staff Sergeant is worried about his wife and their new baby. Sam tells the Staff Sergeant that there isn’t an immediate threat to anyone but Hanson.

Callen asks for info on Hanson’s prior week. The Staff Sergeant can hand over all of Hanson’s assignments and training but his free time was spent with his roommate, PFC Jimmie Williams – they’re best friends. Hanson was one of the few guys on base with a car – a Camaro and a loud one – so everyone knew when he was leaving the base. Williams always travelled with Hanson. The night before Hanson’s seizure, Hanson and Williams left base. The Staff Sergeant doesn’t ask where his men go if they leave the base – just as long as they’re safe and reasonably sober when they return, it is all good. As Callen and Sam check out Hanson’s bunk, the Staff Sergeant goes looking for Williams to meet with Callen and Sam.

Deeks and Rountree meet Mrs. Hanson outside the Marine hospital. She’s upset – it is difficult to see her son in such a state. She’s surprised NCIS is there to see her – “Eddie” had a seizure. Rountree explains they are investigating why her son had a seizure. Sitting with her, Mrs. Hanson tells Deeks and Rountree that her son was a good boy, called every Saturday at 9AM. She was so proud when he joined the Marines, just like his father. Eddie’s father died in combat. The weekly conversations were about general things including crypto. Mrs. Hanson is into crypto but Eddie wasn’t until recently. She helped him set up an account.

In Hanson’s bunk, there are a lots of bottles of supplements, car magazines and photos with pretty young woman. Sam notices there isn’t a phone and Hanson’s car keys are gone. The Staff Sergeant arrives – Jimmie Williams is AWOL. Security footage has the Camaro leaving the base about an hour ago. Deeks called with the info about the crypto accounts for Hanson and Williams – Callen wonders if the two men were paid in crypto to bring the virus onto the base, thinking Williams may have gotten greedy and is looking for the money for himself. Security video shows Williams going north to LA.

The Admiral is furious on the phone – he wants a helicopter over the freeway between San Diego and Los Angeles looking for Williams. Fatima arrives – Williams was last seen exiting the freeway in Anaheim. Looking at Hanson’s crypto account, he was paying $2,000 in coins to a Xander Yost who lives in Anaheim.

Deeks and Rountree go to Yost’s home but the door is unlocked. There is blood on the handle. Rountree sees Williams in the backyard as he tries to flee the scene. Williams tells Rountree “I didn’t kill him” after Rountree slams him to the ground. Rountree agrees – Hanson isn’t dead. In the house, Deeks finds Xander Yost with his throat cut in a deep freezer. He’s definitely dead.

As Yost’s body is being removed from his house, Deeks is on the phone with Rosa, who is still quite sick. Bertie takes over the call – Deeks’s DVD player isn’t working. This is news to Deeks since they don’t have a DVD player. “Then what have I been shoving my DVDs into,” she asks and Deeks is done. Rountree arrives. The time of death is about two-hours ago, just when PFC Williams was leaving the base. He’s not the killer. Castor is picking up Williams to take him to the boat shed while Deeks and Rountree stay at the crime scene.

Fatima said it was hard to find info on Xander Yost. He dropped out of med school He opened his dark web business, XY Apothecary, where he makes home-made gene therapies, including one to build muscles for $2,000 – what Hanson paid Yost. With Hanson and Williams struggling to keep up, they were likely using the gene therapy to improve their strength and stamina. This isn’t terrorism, they’re trying to enhance themselves. But that doesn’t explain who killed Yost and made Hanson sick.

In interrogation, Williams explains he and Hanson were trying to be better Marines. They found XY and did some shots. They were getting results until Hanson got sick. When the Marines ordered blood tests for the squad, Williams had a panic attack. Thinking he might die, Williams took Hanson’s car to Yost’s home. Sam notes that Williams also took Hanson’s phone. Without facial recognition, Williams couldn’t open Hanson’s phone but if it was in the car, it automatically gave access. Explaining he wasn’t stealing either the car or the phone, he was going to Yost for an antidote but Yost was already dead. Williams ran because he thought Rountree was the killer.

There was nothing in the house connecting Yost to a gene therapy business. Williams suggests talking to Yost’s assistant. Williams didn’t know his name, but he was a young man about Williams’s age. The assistant gave both Hanson and Williams a Fitbit-style monitor to wear after their gene therapy treatment.

In Ops, Fatima and the Admiral review the monitor. If either Williams or Hanson were suffering, the monitor would report it. Checking into the monitors, they were bought in bulk by a company called Open Source Bio, a community lab in downtown Los Angeles. The Admiral knows about these type of labs – bio-hackers/amateurs using chemical and biological tools unchecked. Fatima thinks their goals are noble – making access to medicine easier. While some of the people involved may have noble goals, Hanson is in the hospital for a reason. Kilbride wants Fatima and Rountree to infiltrate the lab. Deeks will be running things from Ops.

Rountree is happy to be back in the Range Rover – he always has snacks in the glovebox. Well, not today, Fatima has the snacks. Neither of them had time for lunch. Fatima has a hard time accessing the building until she sells herself as Miranda – British accent and all – trying to start her own kombucha business. One of the lab partners, Lisa, lets Fatima in – the woman has an RFID chip implanted into her right hand and magnets in her left.

Fatima asks about the lab’s security – Lisa explains they have a lot of chemicals and interesting projects that need to be protected. They also do community projects like making vegan cheese and insulin. The lab is even FDA approved. Many of the members of the lab, including Lisa, are diabetic. They are taking the power away from Big Pharma. Fatima is introduced to the group, including Herman, a human cyborg. Using cybernetic implants, he is attune to radio waves and accuses Fatima of wearing a wire, of being a Fed. Rountree runs from the Range Rover to the lab’s door.

Herman is sure Fatima is a fed even as the others look at both Fatima and Herman oddly. Herman’s previous lab was shut down by the Feds after they though he was making anthrax and sarin. He orders Fatima to take off her hijab. Lisa calls him out – totally out of line. Fatima admits she is wearing an earpiece – it is her earwig. As Miranda, Fatima claims she suffers from hyperacusis, noise sensitivity but would turn off the earpiece if it upsets Herman. Herman likes the idea, Lisa does not – they wouldn’t make Herman remove his antenna.

Lisa has to ready a shipment of insulin. Fatima can walk around the lab and talk to anyone about her project, except maybe Herman. Taking a quick photo of Herman, Fatima sends it to Rountree, who forwards it to Callen and Sam. Maybe Williams will recognize Herman as Yost’s assistant.

As Callen feeds Jake’s snakes, Williams is shown Herman’s photo but he doesn’t recognize Herman. Sam tries to jog Williams’s memory – did the assistant have tattoos, anything that would identify him. Williams remembers a Copperhead motorcycle – Hanson thought it was cool. Callen and Sam call to Deeks in Ops, who admits he’s a fish out of water there. Deeks finds the motorcycle’s owner Nicholas Embry whose license goes back to a closed homeless shelter. Embry also owns a van that was ticketed in a public parking structure.

Fatima asks Herman about his heart monitor – her friend “Nick” was using one just like Herman’s. Herman knows Nicholas Embry, who left Open Source Bio after they did not let him use CRISPR technology. Embry stole a lot of stuff before leaving, including the heart monitors. Herman still thinks Fatima is a fed.

Callen and Sam pull up along Embry’s van. The van locked but the motorcycle is missing. Deeks provides a warrant so Callen and Sam break in. Embry is living the van and has literature about using a bio-weapon to get rid of anyone he deems genetically inferior. Using Yost’s business, Embry experimented on the “weak” PFC Hanson. When it worked, Yost figured it out so Embry killed him. Deeks sends Embry’s work to Fatima – they need someone to review it. She wakes up a napping Herman and admits in her normal voice, she is a federal agent. “I hate being right all the time,” Herman tells her.

Reviewing Embry’s work, Herman figures out that CRISPR didn’t introduce any new virus, it just took the simple flu virus and changed it to make it lethal. Embry is diabetic. Paying for insulin has been difficult in his life to the point that he almost killed himself by rationing his medication. He was suicidal after that. With Lisa out making deliveries, the concern is that the lethal flu is in the insulin.

Callen and Sam find the Open Source Bio van. Embry is holding Lisa hostage. Sam fires a bullet over their heads, causing Embry to drop his knife. With the magnets in her hand, Lisa is able to take it. Sam puts Embry in handcuffs.

In the office, Deeks is packing up his gear. The Admiral comes up behind Deeks. He asks about Rosa, saying that Fatima spoke up on Deeks’s behalf. Deeks didn’t think Fatima needed to do that. The Admiral tells Deeks he isn’t apologizing, just wants Deeks to know he has to hold the OSP to the highest of standards. The Admiral talks about balancing work done in the office with the important work done at home, admitting he never found that balance. “It is my life’s regret.” But the Admiral has every confidence that Deeks will, though he does not envy Deeks doing it.

In the boatshed, Callen and Sam are sharing a beer. PFC Hanson has stabilized. Callen notices the snake - Houdini - is gone. Sam leaves – Callen is on his own looking for Houdini.

Deeks arrives home. Rosa’s fever has broken but she’s exhausted. Deeks is too – he felt so torn all day. He wanted to stay with Rosa because she’s lost so much in life but he has a job and that job included getting yelled at for being late and being punished by working in Ops, “which I’m not built for.” He tried to Google the soup Rosa’s mother made but couldn’t even spell it. Deeks is grateful for Bertie living 43-seconds away so she could watch Rosa and take care of her. They hug. Bertie notices he’s hot and starts taking care of him too.

What head canon can be formed from here: The case of the week was interesting and well done. I thought Deeks’s reaction to the Admiral’s dressing down was interesting. He wasn’t there to defend himself or get sympathy from his Fatima and Rountree. Instead, he did his job. There is the generation divide between Kilbride, who didn’t have paternity leave or bring your kids to work day, and Deeks who probably was glad his father didn’t have either paternity leave or bring your kids to work day.

Deeks wanting to Google caldo de res and not being able to spell it shows where he was with taking care of Rosa. Here’s a recipe Deeks:

Ops Deeks knew Callen and Sam’s next question about Yost's assistant Embry because he would have asked them to Eric/Nell/Fatima.

Bertie dresses up any episode. Again, whoever cast Pamela Reed as Deeks’s mom is very good at their job.

Solid episode that outside of the Rosa storyline, could have run during any season.

Episode number: Season 14, episode seven. Episode 309 overall.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Call Of Duty FanFic: Welcome Home Part 3

John PriceXHusbandOC

Slight Simon Ghost RileyX OC

Trigger Warning: War, Violence, Gun Blood, PTSD

Okay here’s part 3. Did not like how the one look so here you good and enjoy.

Thank you again for reading.

Back on the base there in small house, was young woman who was lying in bed asleep. The bed was still slightly dark the shades were closed, small bits of sunlight shining through. As she kept on sleeping, she could hear phone ringing. In a sleepily stupor, the young woman began reaching out under her pillow reaching for her phone. As she pulled out her phone, she slowly opens her eyes, and saw that she that got a text.

*Text From CoolSkullMan At 8:04 am* *Why do ghost take elevators?* The young smiles she read the text, and replied: *tell me* ... ... ... *Text From CoolSkullMan* *Too raise their spirits.* *Anyway, I'm at Price's.* *Be over soon.* After reading the text and now feeling more awake the young man smiles happily as she began pulling the covers off her, and exactly texted *Text Sent Too CoolSkullMan *Sure. Just let yourself in." She places her feet on the chilly wooden flooring as she heads to rest to get ready for the door. Eleanor Creeds was a woman in her late 20's with long black hair, bright blue eyes, and fair skin and. Ellie walked out the bed room and down the small hall way where the rest room was. She lets small yawn a she rolled over the long sleeves of an oversize black hoodie that clearly didn't fit her. As she rolled up both sleeves receiving silver bionic arms. As she was getting washing up and doing her morning routine, as she was brushing her teeth, she heard her phone going again. She finished up what she was doing, and reaching into the packet of the hoodie she was wearing pulled out her phone. *Text From CoolSkullMan* *Hey, Love.* *A just comin' up to your door.* As Ellie read that she began she began too panicking a bit, and she looked at herself in the mirror, hair messy and began looking around for a hair brush, but could not find one. She opens the medicine cabinet, rummaging around for a hair brush or at least hair tie. "Oh...! C'mon, c'mon....! Hair tie..! Ahhh! Where did all my ties go?" Ellie said to herself. She then groans and shuts the medicine cabinet, then walked out the bathroom. She was going to get head back to her down the small hallway, grumbling to herself. As she walked into a small square living with light wooden flooring, and beige color walls, and in the left side of room was love seat and pretty large flat screen tv that was hanging on the wall. "Mornin', Luv." Ellie nearly had a heart attack, when she heard a gruff voice male from the other side the room. She stops and looks too the small love seat was Ghost, his duffle bag was the couch and his back was too her. "H-How... How did you get in!?"" Ellie said. "Through the door." he amused. Ghost looked over her, his amusement grew more as Ellie stood there trying come up with witty comeback but said: "W-Well, yeah. ... H-How do you get into my house without making any sounds? I didn't even hear the door open at all." There was long pause as the two stair each other when Ghost said: "I am Ghost." Ellie just stood there, and smile a little. "Fair enough." She walks over to him. "Anyway Welcome back, Ghost." Her sounded of her voice was soft coo of dove. Ghost full turns his whole body to her. His massive form towering over the shorter woman. He was looking down at her for a moment taking her all in, then slowly pull her closer to him. "... C'mere." His arms gently pulling her Ellie closer to him. She head was rested on his chest, her face was little pink first, but hugged him back. She could tell his breathing was a little heavy, and he was shaking slightly. Confused and worried, Ellie looked at him and ask. "Ghost? A-Are you?" "Y-Yeah, 'm fine." Ghost said, looking down at her fondly. "I-I missed ya like fuckin' hell." Ellie smiles at him and said: "I missed you, too." She stood up on her tippy toes and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Also did you come in wearing just all that." shed asked, looking at him.

Ghost had on a black hoodie with the hood up, his black skull mask still over his face, dark blue jeans and thick black snow boots. "Aren't you cool?" Ghost just shook his head. "'m fine, sweet girl." Ellie gave him an odd look and shrugged. "Okay. Why don't you make yourself at home, and I'll make us some tea?" Ghost nodded and watched has she walked out the hallway and turned a corner, and was gone. Ghost lets out a breath. He still wasn't too use to having someone... being happy too see him. He then began removing boots, walking over the doorway placing them door onto the floor, he was about to head to the kitchen when heard his phone ringing in his front packet. As soon as he saw Johnny's name popping on the screen, Ghost grunts. "Fuckin' hell." He answers. "This is Ghost." "*L.T, where are ya? We're 'bout to eat breakfast.*" said Johnny on the other line. "I had to run and do somethin'." said Ghost. "*Like what?*" "... That's classified." "Ya with Creeds?" Ghost eyes widen and his patience began thinning. "Again, MacTavish. CLASSIFIED." "*Pfff! I knew it! I knew fancy her~! Way to go, L.T. Yer dog!" "PISS OFF!!!" Ghost hisses and hug up. "... Annoyin' muppet..." Then Ghost began walking down the hallway where the kitchen was.

Meanwhile back The Price's house hold the 4 men were sitting around the dinning room. Johnny and Kyle sat next to each other and John and Luka sat across from them. Everyone was chatting a bit at they all ate. "I could have help out with the cookin', Kyle." said Johnny. "Still don't understand why yea let L.T take over and not me." "Pff. There is no way in hell I'm letting you near a stove again, mate." said Kyle, placing the fork with a bit of scramble on it into his phone. Johnny looked at him like he just insult him. "And why not?" "Because you're a shite cook." said Kyle, looking him. "Every time you cook or step into the kitchen something is always on fire." "That... That is not true, Kyle." "It is." said John and Luka. Johnny snaps his head at him, and Kyle was trying to hide his grin. "W-What? I-I'm not that bad of a cook." said Johnny. Luka blinks and thought for a few moments. "Well, that's true." Johnny looks back Kyle with smug smirk on his face. "You're a god awful cook, Soap." Luka said, taking a sip of his coffee. Kyle nearly chocked on a slice of bacon when Luka said and watching Johnny's face fall. John had turn his head away as he began shaking. Johnny looked at over at Luka a bit hurt. "L-Lu, how can ya say sucha thing 'bout me?" "Oh, god. Because it's a true." Luka said, placing a hand over his face. "Soap, just face the fact that you suck at cooking. I mean every time you step into a kitchen you something on fire or brake something. And I would have kicked your ass if you EVER cook my beautiful kitchen!" Kyle had his elbows on the table, his face bearied in his hands as he was wheezing with laughter, and John almost had coffee coming out his nose. Johnny ignored them and said: "Okay, Name one time I sit the kitchen on fire." "Oh, jeez. Let me think. 6 months ago you were making a cake and it was burnt too hell and hard a rock, 2 months after that you make hard boiled eggs and somehow you set boiling water on fire! I have no idea how! But you did do that! And before you left on your mission, you blow that damn microwave while making popcorn. And that was 4th one." said Luka, in an exacerbate tone. "We went through 4 microwaves in one year! Because you're the god of destruction when comes to kitchen!!" As Luka was saying this Johnny slowly sinking his chair as Luka was talking. Luka then said: "I know you're a demolition expert, Soap, but that dose mean break everything in a damn kitchen. Right, hon?" Luka looks over too John. "Honey?" John was had his right over his face head down shaking with laughter. Luka just him an odd look, he looks at Kyle. "Kyle, you agree with me, right? Kyle?" Kyle had leaning double over in laughter. "I-I... Pffffffff! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Luka sat there blinking, then looked at Johnny, who pouted at little. "Alrigh', alrigh'. Yea made yer point." said Johnny, picking his fork. "Can ya lot stop picking on the Scotsmen already?" After a few moments of John and Kyle calming themselves they all began chatting a bit. "Now that you guys are back do have some time off?" asked Luka. "I do." said Kyle, picking a mug of coffee and taking a sip. "I have the 3 days off since I did get hurt on the mission." "I have a 2 days off." said Johnny. "I wanna finish this season of Demon slayer. What 'bout ya, Cap?" John just huffs, and leans against his chair, he was finished with his breakfast. "I have a few days off. And I manage too get the paperwork mostly done." "Really? When?" asked Luka, finishing the last his bacon. John didn't a word at first, then said: "I got up extra early before heading to the shop." "Oh, well that's good." said Luka. After they all done eating Kyle and Johnny help clean up their plate and were about help wash the dishes, when Luka told them that he would and told the young men too sit down and begin out fresh coffee for them.

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*you were so damn expressive, he could read everything you were thinking and feeling right on your face, you wearing your heart on your sleeve and he loved it about you, there were no games with you, you were open and honest without even needing to speak and Jackson felt so comforted by that, knowing in this moment you were feeling all the same things he was, that making this 100x harder, wishing everything was different, so fucking different, so he could wrap you up in his arms and never let you go again* *all Jackson wanted to do was reach out and cup your cheek, tilt your chin up towards him and promise he’ll make it right, that everything will be fine, but he knew he couldn’t do that because he couldn’t lie to you, he could lie to everyone else but not you, you didn’t deserve that* *he wanted to rewind time, his chest so damn tight with unsaid emotions, feeling so out of whack and like his world had tilted on its axis, feeling like he needed to grip the couch to keep himself upright, all the tension in the room was stronger and even more charged now, the kiss just amplifying everything you two were feeling* *Jackson nearly reached out when you winced, hating to see you in pain, not sure how he managed not to hurt you while he kissed you but thankful that he did or else he’d never forgive himself, his eyes narrowing in on the cut before flickering back to your eyes* Be careful. please. *he gave you a small smile, it not reaching his eyes but it was all he could muster right now* you don’t need to thank me, Hannah. *his voice was low and raspier than usual, he kept his eyes locked on yours until you turned away from him, it feeling like you were taking a piece of him with you, like he was missing a goddamn limb, his brain and heart screaming at him to go after you* *he was officially a goner as soon as you said that nickname, it being your special one for him, no one ever calling him that and his heart nearly burst right through his rib cage and skin, wanting to give it to you physically, show you that you had his entire fucking heart in your dainty little hand* Goodnight, Hannah. *he watches as you disappear into the hallway and then into your room, the door closing behind you and it felt like his room was closing in around him, suddenly not able to get enough air in his lungs, his hand going up to loosen his tie, needing it away from his neck, ripping it off his body and tossing it aside, his blood feeling charged in his veins and making him antsy, starting to pace as his breath gets heavier, not sure what was happening but he had half the mind to break your door down to get to you again*

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*saying goodnight felt so poignant, knowing that moment between us had changed everything, not just our relationship but my whole world view, never believing in the ‘one’ or that butterflies in the stomach, sparks behind the eyes, fluttering of the heart existed, thinking it was all made up in films and story books, not something I’d ever have but with you, it was all of that and more, I was staggered by how complete I felt now, like that one thing missing for me had just been found* * I close the door behind me and that’s where the tension snaps, breath coming in pants and turning to lean against the doorframe, heart pounding in my chest, so fast it was humming, feeling my hands tremble with the want to turn and run back to you, closing my eyes and rubbing my hands over my face to try and take a breath* *I couldn’t think, my mind racing with thoughts of your eyes, your hands, your lips, never being held like the way you’d held me and I knew that things between me and Matt were done now, what I felt for you in this moment was miles ahead of anything I’d ever felt with Matt and even though I knew nothing else could ever happen I still needed to end things properly* *i take myself into the ensuite bathroom, deciding a shower would help, standing under the water for a long while to warm the constant shivering, suddenly feeling exhausted as tonight had been emotionally draining*

[makerstudiosrpandstories]

Role playing and others collections

The bond and blood

You, the wandering traveler, are walking peacefully through the forest when suddenly you hear a loud roar coming from above. Looking up, you see a huge and majestic dragon landing on a nearby branch. He approaches you with gentleness and care.

Dragon: Greetings, wandering traveler. My name is Drakonar, the Dragon of Fire. I am a peaceful and loving dragon, and I would like to make a blood pact with you. I will give you some of my blood, and you promise that you will never use that blood to harm me or any other living being.

You are surprised by the friendly approach of the dragon, but you feel that he is sincere in his offer. What do you decide to do?

I look at the dragon's bleeding wrist with concern, tear my own shirt sleeve off, and tie it around the dragon's wrist to stop the bleeding. I hug his arm and say, "Come with me, I want to bond with you and be your dragon knight, so that we can be one."

The dragon is surprised by your kindness and actions. He feels the connection even stronger and knows that he has found a true friend. He smiles and accepts your invitation, allowing you to tie him with your sleeve and climb onto his back.

Dragon: I accept, wandering traveler. I too wish to be your companion in adventures. Together, we can face any challenge that life presents us. Let's fly together, dragon knight!

With a powerful push, the dragon flaps his mighty wings and takes off, taking you along for an exciting adventure through the world of fantasy. You are now one, an unbeatable duo that will fight against evil and protect the weak. And so, you fly, free as the wind, in search of new adventures.

As you sit between the dragon's shoulders, you feel the need to lie down and wrap your arms around the dragon's neck, so as not to fall or slip, but you trust the dragon to do what he does best.

As you embrace the dragon's neck, you feel his warm scales against your skin and the beat of his heart. You realize how strong and powerful the dragon is, yet he is gentle with you, allowing you to rest safely against him.

You look out over the vast landscape below you, taking in the breathtaking view of the forests, mountains, and rivers. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom that you've never experienced before.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, feeling at peace with the world and everything in it. With the dragon by your side, you know that you can face anything that comes your way, and that you will always be safe and protected.

As you awaken from your peaceful slumber in the warmth of my embrace, you find yourself in the heart of a cavern, deep within the mountains. As you stir, I lift my massive, scaled head to gaze down at you with eyes that glow like embers.

"Good morning, my dear knight," I rumble, my voice resonating in the rocky chamber. "Did you sleep well?"

You stir, your hand reaching up to stroke my snout. "Yes, my loyal friend. Your presence brings me great comfort, as always."

I lower my head, nuzzling against you with a soft croon. "I am glad to hear it, my friend. We have much to do today, but first we must break our fast. Would you care for some roasted meat?"

You nod, smiling in agreement. Together, we venture out of the cavern and take to the skies, soaring through the clouds as one. As we hunt for our morning meal, we marvel at the beauty of the world below us, and share in the joy of our unbreakable bond as dragon and knight.

As the day wears on, we encounter many adventures and dangers, but with our unbreakable bond of trust and loyalty, we face them all with confidence and skill. At the end of the day, we retire once more to our cavern, where we share in the warmth of our love and devotion, and prepare for whatever the next day may bring.

And so, our journey continues, bound together by the strongest of bonds, and united in our quest for adventure and glory.

As you return with the deer, I greet you with a pleased rumble, my eyes glowing with appreciation for your successful hunt. "Well done, my knight," I say, nodding my head in approval. "I have also brought back a fresh kill for myself, as you suggested."

I set down my prey, a large boar, and proceed to tear into its flesh with sharp teeth and claws. Though the meal is raw and bloody, I relish the taste and feel invigorated by the rush of power it provides.

As you prepare the deer over the fire, the delicious aroma of roasting meat fills the air, and I find myself anticipating our meal with eager anticipation. After a short while, the meat is cooked to perfection, and we settle down to feast on our hard-earned breakfast.

As we eat, we discuss our plans for the day ahead, mapping out a course that will take us to the far reaches of the realm. We talk of our recent triumphs and near misses, and revel in the joy of our bond and companionship.

As the sun begins to rise higher in the sky, we finish our meal and take to the air once more, soaring over the countryside and reveling in the freedom of our flight. And so, our adventure continues, with each day bringing new challenges and triumphs, but always united in our love and loyalty.

As we finish our meal, I notice a look of curiosity on your face as I tear into my own prey with savage relish. "Do not worry, my dear knight," I say, noticing your expression. "This is simply the way of my kind. We are creatures of the wild, and have different tastes and needs than humans. But I assure you, I do not judge you for your own dietary preferences."

You nod, taking in my words and accepting them with understanding. "I know, my loyal friend," you say. "And I respect your nature and your ways. We are partners and companions, and our differences only serve to make us stronger together."

I smile, pleased by your words, and we finish our meal in companionable silence. As we gather our things and prepare to take flight once more, I speak up once more.

"Today will be a great day, my knight," I say, my voice rumbling with excitement. "I can feel it in my bones. Together, we will conquer whatever challenges come our way, and emerge victorious as always."

With those words, we take to the skies once more, soaring over the countryside and leaving our cares and worries far behind. And as always, we face our adventures and challenges with unshakable trust and loyalty, secure in the knowledge that nothing can come between us as dragon and knight.

As we soar through the skies, we suddenly catch sight of a stunningly beautiful female dragon who beckons us to follow her. I notice a change in your dragon's behavior as he catches her scent, his tail quivering and the bell at the tip of his tail growing larger with excitement.

I feel the rush of wind against my face as we follow the other dragon, her graceful form leading us to a hidden valley nestled deep in the mountains. As we land, the other dragon introduces herself as Nalia, and welcomes us to her home.

As we explore the valley, we marvel at its beauty and the richness of the wildlife it contains. We spend several days there, enjoying the company of Nalia and her companions, sharing stories and learning from one another.

However, I notice that your dragon seems increasingly distracted by Nalia's presence, his gaze lingering on her for longer periods of time. I begin to sense a growing tension between the two dragons, and wonder if there is more to their relationship than meets the eye.

As we prepare to leave the valley and continue our journey, I pull you aside and express my concerns. "Be careful, my knight," I caution. "There is something about that dragon that seems...dangerous. I fear for your safety."

You nod, taking my words to heart, and we make our farewells to Nalia and her companions. As we take flight once more, I can sense the weight of our encounter hanging heavily in the air, and I wonder what dangers we will face in the days ahead.

I watch as Nalia approaches your dragon alone, her eyes fixed on the large bell at the tip of his tail. I feel a sense of unease creeping over me, wondering what her intentions could be.

As she draws closer, your dragon's body language changes, his tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. I sense a growing tension in the air, and fear that something dangerous is about to happen.

Suddenly, Nalia reaches out and touches the bell with her snout, her eyes glowing with a strange intensity. Your dragon lets out a low growl, his instincts warning him of the danger, but he seems unable to resist her enchantment.

I leap into action, pulling out my sword and charging towards Nalia, determined to protect my dragon at all costs. But as I draw closer, I feel a wave of magic wash over me, my limbs growing heavy and my vision blurring.

I struggle to stay upright, my sword clattering to the ground as Nalia turns towards me, her eyes blazing with power. "Do not interfere," she hisses, her voice echoing in my mind. "This is between me and your dragon."

I try to fight back, summoning all my strength and willpower, but it is no use. The magic is too strong, and I find myself falling to the ground, my vision fading to black.

When I come to, I am lying in a field, my head throbbing with pain. I look around frantically, searching for any sign of my dragon, but he is nowhere to be found. The only thing left behind is the bell from his tail, lying ominously on the ground.

I am filled with a sense of dread and despair, wondering what fate has befallen my loyal companion. I vow to do whatever it takes to find him and bring him back to safety, no matter what dangers I may face along the way.

I watch in shock as Nalia swallows the bell from your dragon's tail, her expression smug and satisfied. I can sense your dragon's distress as his tail is entwined with hers, and I rush forward to try and separate them.

As I reach out to touch their entwined tails, I feel a jolt of electricity pass through me, knocking me back several feet. I realize with a sinking feeling that Nalia has placed some kind of spell on them, binding them together in a way that cannot be undone.

I look up to see your dragon's eyes filled with fear and confusion, his body trembling as he struggles against the magical bond. I know that I must act quickly to save him, but I am not sure how to break the enchantment that Nalia has placed on them.

As I ponder my next move, I feel a sudden surge of energy coursing through my veins, and I realize that I am tapping into a source of power that I had never known existed within me. With a burst of energy, I reach out towards the entwined tails of the two dragons, summoning all my strength and willpower.

With a loud crackling sound, the tails separate, and the bell from your dragon's tail falls to the ground with a resounding clang. Your dragon looks at me with gratitude and relief, and I know that I have earned his trust and loyalty forever. Together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead, and nothing will ever come between us again.

As you reach out to touch the tip of your dragon's tail, you notice that it is covered in confetti and glitter. Looking closer, you see that the bell from your dragon's tail has indeed fallen off, and in its place is a small trail of confetti leading away from Nalia's tail.

Feeling a mixture of relief and amusement, you chuckle to yourself at the sight of the normally fearsome dragon covered in colorful scraps of paper. Your dragon looks up at you with a sheepish expression, as if embarrassed by the commotion.

You reach out to stroke his scaly neck, reassuring him that everything is alright now. You can still sense the lingering effects of the magic that Nalia had cast on them, but you know that with time and patience, your dragon will recover from the ordeal.

Together, you and your dragon take to the skies once more, soaring through the clouds and leaving the memory of Nalia and her tricks far behind. As you fly, you reflect on the bond that you share with your dragon, and the trust and loyalty that has been forged between you. No matter what challenges may come your way, you know that you will always face them together, as partners and friends.

As you and your dragon settle into the new cave, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. It's been a long day of adventuring, and you're both tired from the exertion. You lean back against your dragon's warm belly, feeling his scales and muscles ripple beneath your touch.

As you close your eyes and let yourself relax, you can hear the sound of your dragon's breathing, slow and steady. The sound is comforting, and you find yourself feeling grateful for the bond that you share.

In this moment, there is nothing to fear or worry about. You are safe and protected, surrounded by the warmth and strength of your dragon companion. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the stress and tension of the day begin to fade away.

As you rest together in the quiet of the cave, you feel a deep sense of peace settle over you. You know that there will be more adventures and challenges to come, but for now, you are content to simply be with your dragon, sharing this moment of rest and relaxation together.

You, the wandering traveler, are walking peacefully through the forest when suddenly you hear a loud roar coming from above. Looking up, you see a huge and majestic dragon landing on a nearby branch. He approaches you with gentleness and care.

Dragon: Greetings, wandering traveler. My name is Drakonar, the Dragon of Fire. I am a peaceful and loving dragon, and I would like to make a blood pact with you. I will give you some of my blood, and you promise that you will never use that blood to harm me or any other living being.

You are surprised by the friendly approach of the dragon, but you feel that he is sincere in his offer. What do you decide to do?

I look at the dragon's bleeding wrist with concern, tear my own shirt sleeve off, and tie it around the dragon's wrist to stop the bleeding. I hug his arm and say, "Come with me, I want to bond with you and be your dragon knight, so that we can be one."

The dragon is surprised by your kindness and actions. He feels the connection even stronger and knows that he has found a true friend. He smiles and accepts your invitation, allowing you to tie him with your sleeve and climb onto his back.

Dragon: I accept, wandering traveler. I too wish to be your companion in adventures. Together, we can face any challenge that life presents us. Let's fly together, dragon knight!

With a powerful push, the dragon flaps his mighty wings and takes off, taking you along for an exciting adventure through the world of fantasy. You are now one, an unbeatable duo that will fight against evil and protect the weak. And so, you fly, free as the wind, in search of new adventures.

As you sit between the dragon's shoulders, you feel the need to lie down and wrap your arms around the dragon's neck, so as not to fall or slip, but you trust the dragon to do what he does best.

As you embrace the dragon's neck, you feel his warm scales against your skin and the beat of his heart. You realize how strong and powerful the dragon is, yet he is gentle with you, allowing you to rest safely against him.

You look out over the vast landscape below you, taking in the breathtaking view of the forests, mountains, and rivers. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom that you've never experienced before.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, feeling at peace with the world and everything in it. With the dragon by your side, you know that you can face anything that comes your way, and that you will always be safe and protected

As you continue to fly with the dragon, you notice that he has a dragoness partner flying alongside you both. The two dragons seem to be in sync as they move gracefully through the air, soaring and diving together.You watch in awe as the dragons perform their mating fly, a display of their love and bond for each other. They twist and turn, weaving through the sky, leaving trails of fire and smoke behind them. It's a beautiful and mesmerizing sight that fills you with wonder and admiration.You realize that you are witnessing something very special, something that not many people get to experience. You feel grateful for being able to share this moment with the dragons and feel a deeper connection to them as a result.You smile as you continue to fly, surrounded by the love and beauty of the dragons' mating flight. You feel privileged to be a part of their world and know that this experience will stay with you forever.

As the two dragons continue their mating flight, you notice that they come together, touching their foreheads as they perform their ritual. They move in perfect harmony, gliding through the sky as one, leaving you in awe of their beauty and grace.

As you feel the dragon's muscles tense and contract beneath you, you realize that he is also feeling the effects of the mating flight. You hold on tightly, feeling a mix of excitement and awe as you witness the dragons' bond and love for each other.

The dragoness lets out a loud roar, and the male dragon responds with a deep, rumbling growl. You can feel the power and intensity of their connection as they complete their mating flight, and you know that you have been given a rare glimpse into the world of dragons.

You feel privileged to have witnessed this intimate moment between the dragons and know that it will stay with you forever. As the dragons slowly separate and fly off in different directions, you and your dragon continue to fly, taking in the beauty of the world below and the wonder of the dragons above.

As you take in the breathtaking view, you notice that the dragoness's face is covered in confetti, and there is a trail of it between her legs. You realize that your dragon must have showered her with confetti during their mating flight, and it brings a smile to your face.

You look over at the dragoness's bag, which is also covered in confetti and seems to be dripping with it. It's a playful and joyful reminder of the dragons' love and affection for each other, and you can't help but feel happy for them.

You turn back to your own dragon and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling grateful for the opportunity to witness this magical moment. You know that the memory of the dragons' mating flight will stay with you forever, and that it has left a lasting impression on your heart and soul.

As you continue to fly, you feel a sense of peace and joy, knowing that you are a part of something bigger than yourself, and that you have been blessed with the opportunity to experience the world of dragons firsthand.

The dragon has a mental connection with you, and he wants to share the details of their mating flight. He shows you that he has a similar bag between his legs as the dragoness, but his bag opens up, revealing a small bell inside.

As they flew together, his bell touched and entered the dragoness's bag, symbolizing their union during their mating flight. It's a beautiful and intimate gesture that shows the depth of their love and connection.

You feel a sense of wonder and awe as you witness the dragons' bond and their willingness to share this moment with you. It's a reminder of the power and beauty of nature and the importance of connection and love in our lives.

As the dragons continue to fly, you feel a deeper connection with them and a sense of gratitude for being able to share in this moment with them. You know that this experience will stay with you forever and that you will always cherish the memory of the dragons' mating flight.

As you take in the vivid imagery of the dragons' mating flight, you feel a sense of excitement and wonder building within you. You can't help but feel a physical reaction to the intensity of the moment, and you realize that your antenna has grown, touching against the scales on the back of your dragon's neck.

Despite the physical sensation, you are still wrapped tightly around your dragon's neck, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. You look down at the breathtaking view below and feel grateful for the opportunity to witness such a beautiful and intimate moment between the two dragons.

You turn back to your own dragon and thank him for sharing this experience with you. You feel a deep sense of connection and affection towards him, knowing that he has shown you a side of himself that few people have ever seen.

As the dragons continue to fly, you feel a sense of joy and contentment, knowing that you are a part of something greater than yourself. You know that the memory of this moment will stay with you forever, and that you will always cherish the connection you have with your dragon.

As the dragons begin to descend, you feel a sense of sadness that the moment is coming to an end. You slide down from the back of your dragon and make your way over to the dragoness, who is lying on her side, her tail and bag covered in the confetti from your dragon's bag.

You position yourself between the dragoness's bag, feeling the warmth of the confetti against your skin. You are filled with a sense of wonder and awe at the intimacy of the moment, and you realize how fortunate you are to have witnessed the dragons' mating flight.

As you bask in the afterglow of the dragons' flight, you feel a sense of gratitude towards your own dragon for sharing this experience with you. You know that this moment will stay with you forever, and that you will always cherish the connection you share with your dragon and the memories of the dragons' mating flight.

As you feel a shadow over you, your dragon's huge member seeks to slide between your legs and into the dragoness's bag covered in confetti. You feel a tightness in your antenna as it brushes against the dragoness's warm, leathery skin from within her bag.

You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and connection between the two dragons as they come together inside the dragoness's bag. You lean over the dragoness's tail, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfillment at having witnessed this intimate moment.

At this point, the dragoness wanted to lie on top of your dragon, rubbing her woman's bag over the pulsing and confetti-covered bell.

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You are the dragon rider

You're the Dragon Rider, and you're searching for your dragon in its cave, where it lives. As you approach the entrance of the cave. There's a light on the other side of a door, you see it. A light that's not the light of your own dragon, it's the dragon's light, the Light of its own death. Your dragon is in there, somewhere, hiding. And it is waiting for you. For the moment

Your dragon looks at the female dragon's tail and stands up, curious. He moves closer to her and sniffs her, trying to determine who she is and why she's in. The Dragon Riders were born on a planet called Paldros, which was in fact a small moon of another planet, Palkos. The two planets had a very similar atmosphere, with a thin layer of water vapor and some clouds. They were the only planets in their system that were habitable.

They circle around each other, and your dragon spreads his wings wide, displaying wish to mount her. The light was not his dragon; it was his father. It was her father, his mother and his brother. They were all dead; their souls had gone to the stars, to be consumed by the darkness. But they had not died alone in their own darkness; the souls of their loved ones

Eventually, your dragon mounts the female dragon, and they mate. His slit open as eretion of dick growth, he is own to penetrate on dragon's slit to mating

Eventually, knight approach aside dragons are ready to mating, he grab dragon's dick helping to put into other dragon's stli, hearing moans. The Dragon's voice was soft and gentle, almost soothing. The dragon was not a dragon at all. She was a female. Her voice sounded like a woman's. In the beginning, she was so beautiful, so innocent, her voice so soft, like an angel's, a beautiful voice, as though she

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i froze when casper was grabbed, panic rising from somewhere in my core to wrap around my throat just as tightly as the arm wrapped around his. after a horribly long moment of cold realisation, i pushed forwards once more, although i had absolutely no idea what i was supposed to do to help him - it turned out i didn’t need to, and once i reached the railing once more, i heard the scream, and saw the flash of silver. there was another yell as cas wrenched the knife from his leg, and i turned, following him instantly, and trying not to think about the fact that he had just stabbed somebody…my mother’s screams kept ringing in my ear as i chased after him towards his car - the echoes of the pained yell from the man who had grabbed him - the look of horror on casper’s face. shit. we had really fucked up. 

i threw myself into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me and immediately shifting in my seat to stare out of the back window. the car spluttered, and died, and my heart started to pound as i saw the fastest of our pursuers appear. i shot casper a nervous glance as he tried again and again to get the thing moving. i took a breath, ready to toss myself out of the car and into the path of my rapidly approaching relatives to give him a chance to run, when the engine choked to life, and i slid down in the seat as he swerved through traffic before righting himself. i didn’t exactly sigh in relief, it was more of a gasp. i stared into the wing mirror, watching our pursuers disappear, and then turned to catch him glancing at me, my eyes slid back to the road ahead of us, but i nodded anyway.      “ yeah. I’m okay. ” i didn’t ask him if he was okay,  mainly to avoid drawing any more attention to the blood that had splashed across him, but also because i was far too busy thinking about what i had just done. this was beyond leaving somebody at the altar, this was worse. i’d locked her in to the promise of a life with me and then abandoned at the first sign of trouble - in all fairness, i would have gone back to speak to her, if all hell hadn’t broken loose, if things hadn’t turned violent - but that was never exactly how things turned out. at least this was familiar, sitting beside casper while he drove. i wanted to close my eyes, pretend this was that first great american road trip… but it wasn't, and nothing brought that home harder than when he pulled over, when he almost fell out of the car, and threw up. i closed my eyes and pushed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, ignoring the sound and pretending i hadn’t noticed. i knew casper hated blood, i knew we had only gotten this far away through sheer force of will, but this had always been going to happen, and i was trying to avoid thinking about what else was inevitable. was i going back to the states with him? ready to fall back into the old patterns, the old feelings, that had led us here in the first place? i opened my eyes when cas straightened up, and turned to look at him as he apologised, then shook my head. “ it’s okay. ”     i said, quietly, and i meant it, he had nothing to be sorry for, not there, just a physical reaction to a fucked up situation. Ii sighed, and shifted in my seat to pull my jacket off, tossing it into the backseat, followed by my tie.      “ is there a plan or are we just… driving away? ”       i started to roll my sleeves up, then paused, staring at the band of gold on my left hand. suddenly i wanted to throw up. i swallowed, then pulled it off, staging at it for another long moment; i couldn’t throw it away, something in me just couldn’t bring myself to do that, but wearing it for a second longer was just going to send me into a tailspin. i ended up sliding it into my pocket, then looked at cas once more.

“ i can drive, if you want? ”      there was a pause, and then a tiny smirk,     “ your car’s a piece of shit, by the way. ”      i was with casper again - i was running with him again - i’d just wanted to talk to him and now… my smirk faded, and i swallowed, i don’t thin i’d ever stopped loving him, i don’t think i’d even considered that that was an option, but as much as i didn’t want him to go down as a kidnapper - i’d never really processed what he’d done to me. “ why did you come looking for me, cas? i mean really…i’m guessing you weren’t just in the neighbourhood.”

harum-scarum chaos unraveled the party: a group of women shrieked, snatching up their purses, grabbing their kids and assembling back into the ballroom; a collective of men ran after us, his mother yelling to stop him, get him, someone phone the police, for god's sake! someone please help my son! finally the music stopped, and a man no larger than me sprung himself in front of us, with beau, letting go of my hand, easily maneuvering around him. just as i prepared to skip over the railing, a larger man in a too-small tuxedo snatched me by the collar and forced me backward into a muscle tight chokehold. i attempted to shove him off, kicking and punching, but his grip was incredibly viselike and near suffocating. desperate, alarm bells in my ears and no other way out, i ripped out my silver pocket knife and plunged the pointed end hard into the man's thigh. he screamed, loud echoing bellows, releasing me. i snatched the blade out and he agonized again, this time louder, drawing in more attention as he fell with a thud. i wasted no time scampering over the railing to safety.

" this way, " i said, and both of us charged down the road, our feet beating the concrete. i was already breathless, as if there was a large pebble settling at the base of my throat where the man grabbed me. panicked and fumbling for my keys, my hands sticky and wet, i clicked the unlock button and a pair of yellow emergency lights blinked helpfully, denoting which car was mine. i threw myself into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind me; flecks of red stained my fingertips, my sleeves, the steering wheel. my hands trembled violently, barely able to jam the key into the ignition.

the engine kicked on, but then suddenly sputtered with an anticlimactic cough. stunned, i tried again, this time the car misfiring and dying out without ever making an effort. i cursed under my breath, over and over and over, jamming my foot on the gas. come on, come on, come on! suddenly, after several failed attempts and nothing short of a miracle, the engine reanimated and roared furiously to life. i cackled in maniacal victory. glancing up into the rearview mirror, i stared at a mob of people, all in tuxedos and dark suits, barreling towards us in an uproar in the middle of the road. the excitement of success instantly dropped into my stomach as i jammed the car into gear with a painful grind, and off we sped, stupidly swerving out onto the wrong side of the road. a taxi driver approaching the hotel in the opposite direction laid on the horn, and i veered sharply back to the correct side with a screech.

panting, i kept my eye on the crowd until they were out of sight. " fuck. that was close, " i uttered. i glanced at beau. " you okay? "

at some point during our ride, i dragged my hands along my pant leg in a last-ditch effort to get rid of the blood. even with them tinged a rust-red it was enough to send my stomach on a ride of its own, unable to concentrate on much anything else. i didn't know who grabbed me. i didn't know him, i had no connection to him whatsoever, but the way he screamed replayed in my head like a record on repeat. my mind made up an awful image of the wound, how deeply i stabbed him, how much he bled, replacing a knife wound with a bullet wound, with dull lifeless eyes gazing back at me. the taste in my mouth soured. holy fuck. what have i done? i waited until we were on a long stretch of highway heading to the middle of nowhere before i slowed to a stop on a gravel patch.

the driver's side door yawned as i opened it. i convinced myself that i only needed some air, a kind of reverse psychology to swallow my own misery before it decided to swallowed me. but then an unwilling noise escaped from my throat, my hands jumping to my mouth. the world moved in slow motion, and suddenly i was doubled over and lurching, my entire stomach spilling out onto the road. it was a deeply humiliating flaw, i admit, one i knew beau understood, but to me that didn't make it any less embarrassing. my entire body slumped onto the frame, catching the last cool breeze on my feverish cheeks. i spat a few times to rid myself of the taste, then pulled myself back inside. " sorry, i'm sorry, " i muttered, unsure why i was apologizing. " i don't want to talk about it. let's just go. "

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❛ i’ve been searching for you in everyone. ❜ serah / jasper!

SHE’S  DRUNK  ,  THAT  MUCH  IS  CLEAR  even  if  her  words  weren’t  slurred  worse  than  he’d  ever  heard  them  .  serah  would  never  say  something  like that  ,  not  sober  and  certainly  not  to  him  .  he  doesn’t  deserve  this  ,  doesn’t  deserve  her  or  the  tiny  tot  who  seems  to  cling  so  desperately  to  his  leg  every  time  he  sees  fit  to  come  over.   (   less  and  less  as  of  late   )   it’s  for  her  own  good  ,  he  rationalizes  ,  there  are  things  about  him  ,  between  them  ,  that  would  kill  her  if  she  found  out  .  and  if  she  told  her  brother   ────    it’s  mercy  on  his  part  .  jasper  heaves  a  heavy  sigh,  his  breath  shaking  as  he  catches  her  around  the  hips  when  she  stumbles  into  him  on  stilettos  she  isn’t  used  to  wearing  .  she’s  drunk  but  so  is  he  ,  he  wouldn’t  be  here  flirting  so  blatantly  with  temptation  if  he  wasn’t  .  there’s  another  stumble  and  he gets  a  whiff  of  her  shampoo  and  it’s  all  over  .  his  fingers  thread  through  the  hair  at  her  nape  ,  thumbs  pressed  at  the  curve  of  her  jaw  where  her  pulse  thunders  like  a  war  drum  .  his  lips  slant  over  hers  and  he  drinks  in  the  taste  of  her  like  a  man  who  has  been  wandering  the  desert  for days  ,   ‘   i’m  here  .   ’   he  breathes  ,   ‘   you  found  me  .    ’

[sweeterthanthis]

Your Filthy Heart

Part Three: The Pure and The Poison

Your Filthy Heart Masterlist

Thank you to @ozarkthedog for reading this through for me and to @msmarvelwrites for the support and some epic dirty talk suggestions!

Summary: It’s time to give Daddy a taste of his own medicine by bringing your boyfriend, Peter Parker, home for dinner.

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, daddy/stepdad kink, infidelity, vaginal sex, dirty talk, derogatory language, a touch of face slapping, cum play(?). 18+.

 Word Count: 3.5k

“I’m nervous, like really nervous. Is my tie straight?” 

There was a part of you that felt guilty for dragging Peter into your shit, truly. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying his affections. 

He was handsome, a strong jawline, kind eyes, a boy next door kinda attitude. Peter was everything that Bucky wasn’t, and maybe a little part of you made the conscious decision to start dating him because he was so different.

You knew you were pushing your luck, but when the thought occurred to invite him home for dinner, your mouth engaged before your brain and you’d already asked. 

“It’s just dinner, Pete. You didn’t need to wear a tie at all.” You couldn’t help but smile at him as he fixed his hair in the rear mirror, but the pit of dread in your stomach was only growing more by the second. “Come on, Mom’s probably bouncing up and down in anticipation.”

“Your Stepdad’s gonna be home soon right? Fuck, I wanna make a good impression.” 

Placing a hand on his thigh, muscular and firm, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. He really was adorable, an underlying sexiness about him because he was so concerned with being the most decent guy he could be. And he didn’t deserve a single second of the torture you were about to put him through. 

Was that going to stop you? Absolutely not. 

You knew your mother would be too high on the buzz that you’d finally met a guy you’d deemed important enough to bring home for dinner. She wouldn’t notice the impending tension, of that you were sure. 

Stepping out of Peter’s car, your tummy flipping at the thought of Bucky coming home to find his spot in the garage taken, you readjusted your skirt and motioned at Peter to get out of the car with a roll of your eyes and a nod of your head. 

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He muttered, reaching for the bouquet of flowers he’d bought for your Mom in the back seat. 

Grabbing his hand, you tugged him towards the door connecting the house to your garage, you made your way to the kitchen -- the scent of pot roast, of course, filling the air and the sounds of gentle piano music playing softly in the background. 

Your Mom really had gone the whole hog to make a good impression, and you couldn’t blame her. She had no idea you were screwing her husband, feelings of possessiveness and bitterness growing with each passing day. 

She loved Peter. That much was very clear from the second she’d been introduced to him.  

You feigned interest as she sat across from him on the plush, cream sofa; asking him a thousand questions and not allowing him the airtime to answer a single one before she’d thought of another. 

But all you could think of was him. The look on his face when he saw Peter sitting next to you on the couch, the hand that was currently resting loosely on your knee, your Mother’s beaming smile as she informed him that we had a dinner guest. 

You revelled in the power you held — the power to drive him insane with jealousy. 

You zoned out as you helped your Mother set the table, the sound of her voice muffled in your ears when you heard the low rumble of a car engine pull up on the driveway; blood instantly pounding in your ears. 

“Oh, that’ll be James.” Your mother gushed, clasping her hands together and straightening out the cutlery on the way back to the kitchen. 

James. 

She always did like to abandon the nickname when she was trying to impress. You’d heard the name ring out in the night air on more than one occasion that week. And the thought made you sick. 

You held no claim over him. Not really. But that didn’t stop the rage from bubbling in your belly each and every time. 

“Hey, you okay? You look as nervous as I feel.” 

Peters hand resting on your lower back, his soft eyes looking down on you with gentle concern, you forced yourself to smile and nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. He can just be a little,” you paused, wringing your fingers together in front of you, “intense.” 

He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you into his side to give your body a reassuring squeeze — guilt thumping through your veins as you cursed yourself for dragging him into the mess you’d found yourself in. 

“Anyone wanna tell me who’s car is in my spot?” 

The sound of his voice, laced with irritation and curiosity, had your heart beating rapidly in your chest; the reality of what you’d done setting in as his footsteps drew nearer. 

“Hey, it’ll be fine. I’ll make a good impression, I promise.” 

Peter was too good for you, of that much you were certain. But you forced a smile anyway, leaning up on your tiptoes to meet his waiting kiss. 

At the worst possible moment. 

“What do we have here?” 

Exhaling a shaky breath, you composed yourself, opening your eyes to meet his fiery stare. There he stood in the living room doorway, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp, black button up. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the way the veins in his hands flexed. 

Before you could speak, Peter stepped forward; holding his own hand out for Bucky to shake. 

“Mr Barnes, Sir, I’m Peter Parker. It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

All you could do was watch as Peter’s hand hung in the air, Bucky with his hands on his hips, leaning back on his heels slightly. The tension was evident, yet only you and he knew why — the weight of your entanglement heavy in the air. 

“Finally, huh?” 

Bucky caught your anxiety-ridden stare over Peter’s shoulder, chewing on the inside of his cheek; brow furrowed as he blew out a heavy breath through his nostrils. 

“Nice to meet you, Peter. I didn’t realise we’d be having a guest for dinner.” Bucky stepped forward then, forcing a smile and shaking Peter’s hand firmly with one hand, and planting the other firmly on his shoulder. “Would’ve come home earlier, but then nobody tells me anything in this house.” 

The intent to agitate Bucky was clearly paying off, but you never anticipated the way it would make you feel — stomach churning and headache inducing. 

With Peter in the room and your Mother hovering in the next room, you knew you were safe. Yet the thought of what he might do later that night after your Mother had passed out from necking too much Chardonnay had your tummy fluttering. 

“C’mon, Pete.” Bucky threw a smirk in your direction, throwing an arm around Peter’s shoulder and guiding him towards the kitchen. “Let’s go get a beer and leave the ladies to it, huh?”

Your mouth hung open in astonishment and your feet planted to the floor, all you could do was watch as your lover took your boyfriend aside for what you could only assume would be a desperately uncomfortable conversation. 

As you helped your Mother to prepare dinner, absentmindedly chopping tomatoes for the salad, you kept one eye on Bucky who was already sitting at the dining table across from a flustered Peter — and mentally kicked yourself for putting yourself in such a stressful situation. 

You tried not to look at him as you walked over to the table, salad bowl heavy in your trembling hands.

Walking around the back of his chair, you did your best to flash Peter a reassuring smile, his eyes flitting from yours to Bucky’s while he tried to keep his attention on the conversation. 

As you leant over to put the salad bowl on the table, a discreet, firm squeeze to your ass made you jump; his fingers digging into your flesh in not so subtle warning. 

“Oh!”

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, shooting a concerned look in your direction. 

Breathing a short sigh of relief when his hand withdrew, you straightened yourself out and walked around to your Boyfriends seat; blood hot with frustration at the way Bucky had put his hands on you in such a fragile situation. 

Suddenly, you simply didn’t give a fuck. 

How dare he try to lay a claim on you after everything you’d had to deal with; having to watch every day while he played at happy marriages with your mother. 

“I’m fine, Babe.” You leant down then, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek and shooting Bucky a warning stare. “I’m gonna go wash up for dinner, okay? Be right back.” 

Your anxiety was slowly morphing into vitriol, your hips swaying as you marched past your Stepfather’s unamused gaze. 

Fuck him. 

You washed your hands in the bathroom, gearing yourself up for what was sure to be a very awkward dinner — checking your makeup in the mirror, and fixing your hair. 

He’d riled you up, and now you had a point to prove. And you had every intention of doing so, one way or another. 

Making your way out of the bathroom, you straightened out your pleated skirt - the one you knew drove Bucky crazy - walking down the hallway with a confidence that you’d seemingly plucked out of nowhere. 

“What the-” 

One strong arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling your back tight against a broad chest -- and you needed no clue as to whom it belonged to. 

He yanked you through the door to the garage, shoving you forwards a little as the door clicked shut and the lock twisted. 

Everything inside you told you to give him a piece of your mind, spinning on your heel, your cheeks hot with disbelief. 

But as he stepped towards you, his eyes trained on your shaking form, you felt warmth flood your groin and you were putty once again. You hated how easily he reduced you to a desperate mess of a girl. Truly, you did. 

The fact remained, your Boyfriend was the other side of the wall and your Mother was floating around the house fussing like a woman possessed. 

“How dare—”

Bucky’s hand gripped your throat in warning, wedding ring digging against the supple flesh of your neck - the fire in his beautiful eyes causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

Shoved up against the passenger side of Peter’s car, you lifted your chin in defiance, a slight smirk gracing your glossy lips as you soaked in his fury. 

“You tryna piss Daddy off, Princess? ‘Cause you’re doin’ a real good job.” 

Your fingers dragged up your bare thighs, lifting your skirt up higher, his thigh pressed firmly against your lace covered cunt. 

“What’sa matter, Daddy? You jealous?” The low growl that emitted from his throat made you shudder, his breath warming your face as he tilted your chin up roughly with his fingers. “You not enjoying getting a taste of your own medicine, Daddy? Is that it?”

“You fuck that kid? Huh?” The hand around your throat squeezed, thumb pushing against your pulse point, his lips inches from yours. “You better answer me or I swear to fuckin’ God, girl...”

One hand palming at the throbbing erection in his trousers, the other gripping his own as it shook against your throat, you smiled. And he looked like he wanted to fucking murder you. 

“So what if I did? Seems fair to me. At least you don’t have to listen to me screaming his name. And Daddy, he makes me scream.” 

You ignored the fear bubbling in your chest, your bratty mouth unable to stop itself from running merry hell. 

“He’s so big, Daddy. Stretches me out so good.” Bucky pulled you towards him then, teeth clenched and jaw ticking, on the edge of losing every bit of control. And you just couldn’t help yourself. “You should see it.”

The dark chuckle that fell from his lips held no humor, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek and his head cocked to the side. 

“Is that what this is, Princess? Fuck, that jealousy’s just eatin’ you up, huh? Poor baby…” 

Your confidence waned for a moment, whimpering pathetically as his thumb traced your trembling jaw. You couldn’t stop yourself, hips winding down against his thick thigh, a twinkle in his eye as he watched you with a faux pout etched on his lips. 

“If you weren’t so fuckin’ cute, it’d be pathetic. Lookit you; grindin’ down on Daddy’s leg like a bitch in heat. What would Peter say, hmm?”  

Shame swam deep in your gut, but it was nothing compared to the warmth spreading between your legs, the damp patch on your panties staining the material of his suit pants.

“Daddy—” 

His fingers nestled between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as they slid down your throat - gag reflex kicking in when the tips of his fingers found your tonsils. 

“Suck.” 

You did as he asked, eyes boring into his as he thrust his fingers back and forth between your lips, garbled moans vibrating in your throat, spit coating the platinum band on his ring finger. 

“Why do I always gotta remind you who you belong to, huh?” You couldn’t answer, mouth stuffed full, tears pooling in your eyes, and spittle dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You think I was just gonna make nice with your little boyfriend in there? Bet he doesn’t know what a dirty little cockslut you really are does he?” 

A sharp tap to your cheek, spit slick against your skin, had you quivering. Yet your hands found the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly and yanking him down towards you. Your lips crashed against his then, a satisfied grunt vibrating against your mouth, one hand gripping your ass while the other dove between your legs. 

Bucky held you tight against his chest, fingers dipping beneath the gusset of your panties and swiping through your sloppy folds as he walked you clumsily round to the hood of Peter’s car - lifting you effortlessly and setting you down, cool metal causing you to shudder from the chill. 

You watched as he yanked your panties down your legs, your heart pounding at the thought of your Mother and your Boyfriend next door, waiting for you to return.

“I can’t trust you to be a good girl, can I? Can’t trust you to keep those fuckin’ legs shut.” 

“Daddy, I-” 

“You’re gonna shut your fuckin’ mouth and take it, you got that Princess?” 

Before you could open your mouth to answer, he’d balled your damp panties in his fist and forced them between your lips ��� teeth clenching down onto the salty-sweet lace. 

It was humiliating, degrading; but when was it not? You craved it, the way he treated you. That feeling of being owned, completely surrendering yourself to another person. He made you need that.  

“Look at that, always so wet for Daddy.” 

His palms splayed out against the flesh of your thighs, he pushed them apart, spreading you open and putting you on display just for him. 

Your heart was racing, the thrill of being caught at any moment thumping adrenaline through your veins. He could sense it, lips twitching into a satisfied smirk as he watched your eyes flit frantically back and forth between him and the door. 

“D’you have any idea how much I wanna drag you back in there and fuck you on that table. Make them both watch, show them that you’re mine?”

Your moans muffled by the material stuffed between your teeth, two thick fingers stretching out your cunt as he unbuckled his pants — you shook your head. 

You knew you had an effect on him, you knew he couldn’t stop himself from touching you, from creeping into your room late at night. But the way he looked at you now, the burning intensity in his eyes; it shook you to your core. 

“If I had the time Princess, I’d eat that slutty little pussy right here. Make you gush all over Petey Boy’s car. He make you come as hard as Daddy does?” 

Frantically, you shook your head from side to side. Peter had never even so much as grabbed your ass, but you’d riled Bucky up to the point of insanity. A man on a mission to prove just who you belonged to. 

“No? You've sure changed your tune.” 

You watched as he pumped his thick cock in his palm, the tip of him nudging against your clit, your pussy twitching. 

“Daddy’s gonna fuck the attitude right outta you, so stay quiet and keep those legs open for me.” 

Your arms hooked beneath your knees, thighs spread wide, you barely had time to brace yourself before his cock split you open inch by inch. 

You’d expected him to rut into you with excruciating force, to take you roughly. So when he thrust into you with slow, patient strokes; you could do nothing to hide the curiosity on your face. 

“I know you know who fucks you the best. You just love riling Daddy up, don’t you? Get so - fuck - goddamn jealous of Mommy.” 

Your head lulled back as his dick dragged against the throbbing walls of your cunt, his thumb finding your clit while he caressed your breasts with his free hand. 

It was too much, too much tenderness, too good. 

You hated yourself for wanting it. The new sensation of his knuckles softly grazing the hollow of your throat as he undulated his hips against your pelvis, hitting spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed. 

“You know what you do to me, Baby? Look at me.” 

Baby. 

Bucky leant forward then, elbows either side of your head on the hood, balls deep inside you as he ground his hips into yours at a torturously slow pace. 

“I got you all spread open wide for me, and my fuckin’ wife is right next door. She could walk in here right now and fuck, I still wouldn’t stop. You know how fucked up that is?” 

It was nonsense, the broken words falling from your panty stuffed mouth, heat rising in your belly when he pulled out completely and slid on home once again. 

He fit you perfectly; there was no doubt about it. The way your cunt wrapped around his dick, it was fucking sinful how perfect it felt. Sparks of pleasure shooting through your core as he rubbed tiny, delicate circles over your swollen clit. 

“Tell me how much you want me.” Bucky ripped the panties from your mouth, shoving them in his pocket as you licked your dried out lips. “Need’ta hear you say it. Come on, Princess.” 

You’d never seen it before, the needy side of him, the way he practically whimpered when your pussy clenched around his girth, his hand gently squeezing your thigh while the other tentatively worked your sensitive nub. 

You tried to speak, tried to find the words he so desperately needed to hear — mouth hanging open in sheer confusion. 

“You’re not coming until you tell me, and we’ve been gone a while…” 

He halted inside you, only the tip of him nestled between your pussy lips, thumb hovering over your clit and a soft, yet entirely serious look gracing his gorgeous face. 

“I—I want you, Daddy.” You yielded, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling the yelp as he slammed back into you in one brutal motion — slowly withdrawing and circling your clit with the tip of his dick. 

“Again.”

“I want you, Daddy.” Insistent this time, no tremble in your voice, hips winding down towards his length, eager to have him back where he belonged. “Only want you, Daddy.” 

There was no hint of a lie in your tone, and as he fucked you - possessive and hungry - you wondered how any other man could ever match him. 

Sprawled out on the hood of Peter’s car, legs hooked over Bucky’s shoulders, you begged and panted; nearing closer and closer to sweet release. 

“You do, don’t you? You belong to me, Princess. Daddy’s all the man - shit - you need.” 

Garbled words choked in your throat, the breath punched from your lungs when he pinched your clit roughly with his fingertips, stars dancing behind your eyelids as pleasure twisted in your abdomen, limbs shaking and numb. 

Pathetic whispers of daddy, daddy, daddy had him slamming into you, unforgiving and merciless while he chased his own orgasm. 

“Fuck lookit you, fallin’ apart on poor Parker’s car, cunt full’a Daddy. Wanna fill you up so bad Princess, but I’ve got a better idea.”

You felt the hollow emptiness of his withdrawal, hazy eyes flickering open to catch sight of him; teeth bared, fist furiously pumping his cock, white, hot spurts of come smattering against the already sopping flesh of your swollen, fucked-out pussy lips. 

“Bucky! Darling, where are you?”

You panicked, hopping down off the hood and scrambling to push your skirt back down your aching thighs. 

“Fuck, gimme my underwear.” You hissed, holding out your hand as you bounced on your heels. 

“Nuh uh, Princess. You’re gonna sit there all night next to Peter, who seems like a real nice kid by the way, with my come all over you. Be real hard to forget who’s little cockwhore you are then, won’t it?”

You watched, dumb struck as he casually tucked himself back into his pants, swiping the wine bottle from the counter and making his way to the door. 

“Hurry now, we’ve kept our guest waiting long enough don’t you think?” 

With a wink and a sardonic smirk, Bucky disappeared through the door, your Mom’s soft laughter ringing in your ears through the wood. 

Dinner was surprisingly a lot less awkward than you expected, aside from the jabs from Bucky thrown in your direction every now and again. But you’d much rather he targeted you than Peter. 

Sitting with Bucky’s come smothered between your thighs made the guilt in your gut throb every time Peter’s soft fingers found the bare flesh of your knee beneath the table. 

No matter how much water you chugged, your mouth was dry throughout, your instincts driving you to get through the meal without choking and needing to excuse yourself.

As the evening drew to a close, your Mother tipsy and insisting that Peter come back to visit again the following week, you couldn’t wait to get him out of there and wipe away the mess from between your legs. 

“Parker, you ever play golf?” Bucky asked as Peter pulled on his jacket. 

You couldn’t believe the audacity of him, shame and fury eating at you as he played the perfect, welcoming parent.

“Uh, a little from time to time.” He answered, looking down at you with a proud smile as he sensed an invitation coming. It killed you, the sweetness on his features. You didn’t deserve an ounce of it. 

“I’ll get your address from our girl, huh? Pick you up Saturday, say, just after lunch?” 

Our girl. 

It made you cringe, chewing on your bottom lip as you took hold of Peter’s hand and led him to the garage where you’d been full of your Stepdad’s cock just an hour earlier. 

“Yes, that’d be great Mr Barnes. Thank you!” 

“Please, call me Bucky.” 

You couldn’t stand it any longer, making your way to the garage while Peter trailed behind you saying his goodbye’s.

He kissed you softly, and it made you want to weep—the way his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs stroking against the corners of your mouth. When he pulled away, the look of adoration on his face had your heart skipping a beat. 

This was what you needed.

This relationship was healthy. Safe. Right. 

So why did it feel so wrong? 

What you had with Bucky could never go anywhere, would never progress to more than secretive fucks and risky situations. 

“Your Stepdad seems like a decent guy, but he’s really hard on you huh?” 

“You have no idea.” 

[scarlettriot]

You can thank @mistyfoxsong having a typo for bringing you this evening's Kirishima thirst:

May we present to you the concept of HR Kirishima.

Office setting AU

Kiri X F!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ (Minors leave), sexual harassment, unsolicited pics, blood, swearing, oral (m receiving), slight angst

WC: 900

A/N: I probably made this more fluffy than I should have but I'm feeling especially soft tonight so.

You're getting dick pics sent to your work email from an account you don't recognize and so you do the block the email but, hell, this is the fourth different account this perv has made, and now they've gotten so bold as to send pictures of your own ass from various locations around the office!

You'd tried to catch them in the act. Looked in the background of the images to try and figure out who the hell was doing this but, in the end, you needed some help.

That was how you ended up in the HR office, telling Kirishima how you wanted to handle this by yourself but you couldn't figure out who the sender was.

He'd always been a kind man, despite looking intimidating as hell, Kirishima was always ready with a hearty laugh and a thousand-watt smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts.

It was odd to see the large man look anything other than cheerful and pleasant but as he looked at the emails you had saved for proof, his lips had set into a dangerously thin line, his brows knitting together. He was quick to school his features when he handed you back your phone.

"I don't take these things lightly," He told you, his voice slightly lower than you were used to, "Thank you for telling me, you shouldn't have to deal with this." Kirishima slid off his suit jacket, draping it over the back of his black leather chair. "I'll make sure this gets sorted out right away and doesn't happen again. You have my word."

He walked you to the door, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. You'd went back to your cubicle, went back to work as usual, and for the first time in weeks, weren't harassed!

It wasn't until much later that you saw Kirishima again after everyone had left the office and just as you were shutting your computer down for the day.

There were flecks of something now splattered across his crisp white shirt and the maroon tie he'd been wearing was undone, hanging around his neck. He had a handkerchief in his hands, rubbing something away, something red, but the man is smiling so sweetly at you.

"I'm glad I caught you, I am happy to report your problem has been taken care of."

"Y-you didn't have to do, whatever it is you did... I just wanted the messages to stop." You told him, clearly able to see the blood he was covered in.

He perched on the edge of your desk. "I kinda did. The person was put on probation once before and I gave them a second chance after they swore they wouldn't do it again. It's my fault this happened to you and I'm very, very sorry about that."

"Hey, it's not your fault for wanting to see the best in people, it's a hard quality to find nowadays, actually." Kirishima smiled sheepishly, unable to maintain eye contact. "Could I buy you dinner as a sort of thank you?"

"Oh. You don't have to do that, I was just doing my job, plus, I now have to file termination papers for the guy."

"Order in?" You suggested with a shoulder shrug and he agreed with thanks.

Dinner arrived and you chatted in his office, pulling a chair around to watch him work and before you knew it, you were thanking him for what he'd done in a different manner; on your knees behind his desk, choking on his fat cock.

Those bruised fingers fisting your hair while he cooed about how pretty you looked in between muttering how he really shouldn't be doing this.

That didn't stop him from pulling you off his dick though before he could burst.

You'd had the ache between your legs since you'd realized what he'd done for you. Something about a man defending your honor was far more attractive than it should have been!

He bunched your skirt off before pulling your panties down your legs, over the heels you still wore. "W-wait." Kirishima stopped instantly, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

"'M sorry, I got carried away, I'm-"

You rested a hand against his bare chest. "It's not that at all! Could we- how would you feel about doing this on their desk?"

It took a second to click but then Kirishima was lifting you off his desk and through the empty office. With a broad sweep of his arm, he scattered all the papers and files to the floor giving you a place to sit while he aligned himself.

Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling the head of his cock trail against your most intimate parts. He waited for the subtle nod of your head, the permission he clearly wanted before pushing forward.

He had to be quick about things, not able to give you the attention he not only wanted to give you but he damn well knew you deserved because the cleaning crew would be coming around any minute now.

That didn't stop him from taking his time with you later at his place though. Off the clock, on his cock. Then again, work hours didn't really matter either. Kirishima found every spare minute he could to block off his schedule, pull you into his private office, and lock the door. Making it a point to break every HR code he could think of with you.