#I feel like that’s one area I haven’t really hit on yet

[kamilah-is-queen]

Sub Kamilah - Pt II.

Author’s Note: Hey everybody! I know I’ve taken a HUGE gap from writing fics/answering requests and being a part of the Kamilah fandom and so I’d like to extend my deepest apologies. I’m not going to give excuses, but the good news is I’ll be posting way more often than I did a few years ago. I hope the Kamilah fan base hasn’t dwindled too much, we’ve got to stick together and keep up the content!

P.S. What better way to get back into the hang of writing than with a highly sought after part 2 of g!p Kamilah. It’s VERY VERY SMUTTY, and there is no cut… so be warned!

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warning: HOT HOT HOT SMUT!

Tags: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

(Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list or have a fic request :)

Did you really think night one was over that fast? Ha, foolish mortal, this couple is far more vigorous and desire driven than you realize.

I still inside Amy, humming deeply into her back as I unloaded my seed deep inside her womb, my arms entangled around her body as she groaned into the silky pillows.

Her body revealed what her words couldn’t, the pleasure insurmountable and overwhelming as her body shuddered with each drop of cum I filled her with.

When I finished, I gripped her love handle and slowly pulled out, a soft squelch sound as cum flooded out of her wet folds, her folds visibly throbbing at the lack of attention.

She turned her head to gaze at me with her infamous doe eyes, silently pleading for more. To be manhandled and thrown around like a rag doll, fucked and breeded like a dog in heat, mercilessly.

That’s what her true desires were, her eyes, the key to that secret, spilling away all its treasures.

“Please…” Her voice raspy and high pitched, “more Kamilah. I need you, I want you all night long. I don’t want you to leave my pussy for a second, not even if it’s gaping wide and overflowing with your cum my love. Make love to me all night, and into the morning.”

I nuzzled the crook of her shoulder, effortlessly flipping her onto her back, my pupils blown as I gazed into her enchanting orbs. “Is that an order, or a request?” I playfully teased, grinning in my signature fashion that left her breathless.

Her arms looped around the back of my neck, not before she began stroking my tip against her clit. “An order of the highest rank, from your sovereign. Don’t upset me my warrior, not on our first night as married couple together.”

She inhaled sharply as I pushed into her, her hand guiding me in slowly as it was my turn to exhale deeply. “You’re such a bossy boo, you know that?” Winking, I began rolling my hips into a steady rhythm, my 11 inches spreading her already cum soaked walls further.

With a cheeky grin, she replied. “This is what you signed up for, no receipts accept-“

I pushed my complete length into her, my tip edging her cervix open as she cried out my name into the crisp Egyptian night. “Shhh, let me love you now. Let us make our family together.”

She gripped onto my shoulders for life, nodding rapidly and groaning as I began to pound, deep and relentlessly. “Oh my goddd, yessss…”

I could feel the tension between us mounting, almost at the breaking point as time seemed to slow and we began to quicken.

Her nails ripped deep cuts into my back, her cries of my name echoing throughout our villa and into the night sky full of pure pleasure and bliss.

“Amy, Amy I can’t hold on much longer…” My breaths were heavy as I howled in the pleasure/pain of her passionate grip, refusing to let me go or let there be any room for space between us.

My back arched as the cuts opened, a faint trickle of blood running down my back as I fucked Amy faster and faster and harder and deeper and whatever words can describe this moment of utter love.

It was too much. Her warm folds squeezed my cock without mercy, persistently throbbing, pleading for more cum. Her squeals and screams of my name echoing through my ear, her fingers clinging deep into my muscles…

It awakened an animal inside.

My eyes peaked blood red, my body taking control of itself, overriding my self control. Our bodies, our hips were clashing together in a bruising force, the slapping of our skins echoing for miles.

I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, except red. The warm, thick, succulent red blood that was pumping frantically inside her veins, the adrenaline flowing through the liquid honey, her fear and excitement coursing throughout her body as she too, became overstimulated.

Before she could blink, my fangs sank deep into her neck, piercing the jugular vein, my hot mouth already prepared for the warm ooze that would follow.

That’s when I heard the scream.

The gut wrenching, ear piercing, stomach twisting scream Amy’s body forced out, a scream of utter overexcitement, overexertion and overstimulation.

“KAMILAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Her body thrashed in all directions, desperate to be relieved of the stimulation. Her body innately forced me away as she panicked, unable to breathe or think properly.

Her cum squirted everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I’m not lying. She soaked my legs and abs, the bedsheets and floor, even managing to spray the glass sliding doors too.

She couldn’t handle me anymore, her body was resisting in sheer pleasure at it all, yet I couldn’t stop. I tried to, the voice in my head screaming to stop and make sure she’s alright. But… I couldn’t. I wasn’t in control of myself anymore, I had unlocked the deepest and most darkest box of desires stored within, and I was certainly too high on its path to go back.

[covenofagatha]

Okay hear me out Agatha x Reader age gap fic. The reader and Agatha have been together for awhile I was thinking like she used to be your college professor before you graduated, The reader has a monthly night out scheduled with friends from school but Agatha like usual declines in your offer to join you all. Agatha just doesn’t have interest in the “young people bars” and hanging out with old students is strange to her, though it’s a little upsetting you don’t push too much before relenting and going on your way. A little bit into the night despite your efforts in avoiding said persons advances you’re being continuously hit on by either a stranger in the bar or a friend from the group that is your choice! But the resolve would be Agatha showing up cause she felt guilty about always declining, her witnessing and then defusing the situation (jealously obviously). I absolutely love possessive Agatha and love everything you’ve written so far! Whether it ends in smut is also completely up to you!!!

Hope you enjoy and thank you for the very detailed request!! This will be a two-parter and the next part will be based on a request I got about jealous reader x Professor Agatha.

A lesson in jealousy (Part 1)

Agatha gets jealous when she finds you at a bar and a guy is already talking to you.

Word count: 2100

Tags: marking, jealousy, making out, slight thigh grinding

“I was thinking of ordering pizza for tonight?” Agatha muses, already looking at you when you turn your head to face her. 

You’re sitting on the couch in her office, nose buried in a book for one of your other classes. Agatha was your professor two years ago and there had been a spark, at least on your end, so you had kept in touch. 

It wasn’t until a year ago when you had bridged the gap between a professional relationship and something more when you had kissed her one night after getting drinks at a bar across town. 

You had immediately pulled back, apologizing incessantly, but much to your surprise, she had dragged you back in for more. 

That night was the first of many that you spent in her bed. 

Although she was no longer your teacher, you still attended the college that she worked at, so there was a bit of a gray area. Meaning, you two had to keep it under wraps. 

“Oh, sorry,” you say, finally answering Agatha’s question. “I’m going out with my friends tonight. It’s our monthly bar trivia thing that we always do. I think I told you.” She hums and you frown. “What?” 

Agatha shrugs. “Seems like we haven’t had a quiet night in awhile, that’s all.” 

“You could always come tonight,” you offer hopefully. Her nose wrinkles and she raises an eyebrow and you know why she’s being like this. “You could just happen to show up and I’ll just happen to see you and I’ll invite you to join our team. It’ll be fun!” 

And yet you know her answer before she even says it. “That’s not really my scene, baby.” You pout and slouch down further into the couch. She has never once taken you up on an invitation, even though you practically beg her every time. She rolls her eyes exasperatedly. It’s an old game for both of you. “Come on, hon, you know I have no interest in going to a bar with a bunch of college kids on a Friday night where everyone will be drinking and making noise and I taught most of your friends. I just think that it will be weird.” 

A flash of anger bubbles up to protect you from the hurt you feel deep down. Would it kill her to do something for you? “I’m also a college kid who will be out drinking and ‘making noise’ and you were my professor two years ago. Is that weird?” 

She sighs heavily and pushes her chair back, patting her thighs. She wants you to come over, but you grit your teeth and don’t give in. “Of course not. That’s not what I meant, obviously. Just spending my Friday evening with a bunch of college kids isn’t what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

You stand up, shoving your books and laptop in your bag and Agatha scoffs and says your name. You meet her eyes, disappointment written all over your face. It kills you to show her how much her rejection hurts, but you’re tired of it. 

“Come here, please,” she says softly. You grumble but obey. You slide off your backpack and sit on her laps, tensely putting your arms around her neck. Despite how mad you are, you still fiddle with her strands on her nape that aren’t in her bun. She leans in to kiss your lips but you don’t let it go any further than a press of her mouth against yours. You won’t give in that easily. 

“You never come,” you whine. 

She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know, sweetheart. I just worry it might be risky for us to be seen out in public like that. Why don’t you come over after and we can have a movie night or something? I’ll take you to a bar tomorrow night, I promise. Just the two of us.”

You can see there’s no use trying to fight her on this. No matter what you say, she won’t come with you and you’d rather not have to open up and tell her how you want to just spend a night with the most important people in your life: Agatha and your best friends. You also feel a little insecure about being so young. She is over twice your age and you worry that sometimes you aren’t enough for her, or that she thinks you’re too immature. “Okay,” you say, voice small. 

She squeezes your waist and gives you another peck. “That’s my girl. Don’t come over too late and I’ll make it worth your while.” She winks and you force a smile and climb off her lap. 

“I’ll see you later, Agatha.” 

“Hon, you don’t have to leave right now,” she calls but you’re already walking to the door. You wave a hand as a goodbye and you moodily walk back to your dorm. 

You sulk the rest of the day and debate whether or not you even want to go out to the bar, but ultimately decide that you deserve it. You don’t need Agatha to have a good time, as much as you’d like her. 

“There she is! It’s been awhile!” Natasha exclaims when you get to their table and claps a hand on your back. You wince but pull her in for a hug. You’ve been swamped with homework and when you do have free time, it’s spent with Agatha, so you have barely seen your friends in the past month. 

“Sorry, I’ve been so busy,” you mumble while greeting Wanda and Maria, also at the table. 

“First round is on you for neglecting us!” Wanda says and you laugh and happily go to the bar to order beers for the group. 

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks when you finally make your way through the crowd. 

“Four Pilsners, please,” you almost have to shout. Someone next to you bumps into you roughly and you jump. 

“Oh shit, sorry.” A guy about your age turns around, with shaggy dark hair and blue eyes. Something about his features is so familiar. 

“You’re good,” you say. “Do I know you?” 

He stares intently at your face, trying to place you. He snaps his fingers. “Professor Harkness’s class, freshman year. Something about witchcraft. I sat in the row in front you. You were like the only one who actually knew what they were talking about. I think you were her favorite by a long shot.” 

You blush at hearing that someone else picked up on Agatha liking you. “I don’t know if I’d say that,” you say coyly, smiling a little at the thought of the older woman. 

“I’m James. So, uh,” the boy says, sliding a hand nonchalantly around your waist. You freeze. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone at a bar?” 

“I’m not alone,” you quickly say, stepping back so his hand falls off, and you point to the table with your friends. “We’re here for trivia night.” 

His face lights up and he motions toward a different table with a group of guys. “We are too, but they all suck. Can I join your team?” 

“Um-” You’re trying to figure out how to let him down gently when the bartender puts down the four beers in front of you. You reach for your wallet but James slaps a $20 on the counter. 

“I got it,” he says proudly and then before you can protest, he grabs two of the beers and you follow with the other drinks, dumbfounded, as he walks over to your table. Your friends give you quizzical looks but you just shrug tiredly. You can’t find it in yourself to care that much right now. 

The host of the trivia game comes around to each table and hands out the paper for answers and a pen. He asks the first question: when is Taylor Swift’s birthday. 

You immediately say the answer and James pats his hand on your shoulder but it turns into more of a rub. Your eyes widen and your friends bite back a smile. 

“I’m actually seeing someone,” you say and take his hand off of you. Your friends look even more surprised than he does. Even though you’ve been dating Agatha for close to a year now, you’ve been really secretive and change the topic whenever your love life comes up with them. 

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” he says, raising his arms like he’s trying to show you that he’s harmless. He moves to touch you again but a hand darts out and grabs his wrist. You turn and your jaw falls open. 

It’s Agatha, and she is positively fuming. 

“I think she said she’s taken,” she growls and James backs off. 

“Professor Harkness,” he stutters. “I wasn’t trying to do anything, we were just having a good time.” He turns to you, eyes pleading. It’s almost funny how scary he still finds the older woman. “Tell her, we were just talking.” 

You wish he had said anything but that. Agatha whirls onto you. “Were you?” She hisses and you gulp. She scoffs as you protest and storms out of the bar. 

Ignoring the looks from your friends, you chase after her down the alleyway. 

“Agatha, wait,” you yell. “He kept hitting on me and I was trying to let him down gently but he kept trying. I told him that I was with someone else! I’m sorry.” 

She spins on her heel and advances toward you. You stop like a deer in headlights and she shoves you against the brick wall before you can think. Her hands grab your wrists and pin them to the wall. You struggle futilely. 

“Is this your pathetic attempt of getting back at me?” You furrow your brows in confusion and she laughs sardonically. “I was feeling so guilty earlier. You looked so sad when I didn’t want to come and I thought that maybe I could try, for you. I always say no and what a nice surprise it would be for my girlfriend if I showed up. And then what do I find? My pet is flirting with someone else. Not just someone, a sleazy college boy who would probably cum after two pumps because he’s so incompetent.” She’s snarling, her face an inch away from yours, and you hate how turned on you are. 

You’ve always liked it when she got possessive over you. 

“I didn’t want him,” you say levelly. “I only want you.” 

She huffs like it’s a joke. “Sure you don’t want the college fuckboy? Or any of the other people in the bar? They’d never hesitate to join you for trivia night.” 

And then it hits you. She’s jealous because she’s insecure. She also worries about the age difference. 

Your heart swells and you break free of her grasp to grab her cheeks and pull her in for a long and filthy kiss. You moan into her mouth when her tongue swipes against yours and she fits a thigh between your legs. 

“I’m all yours, Agatha,” you groan when she tugs your bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes flash. 

“You better be,” she warns and entangles her fingers in your hair so she can tilt your head to the side and sink a bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your hips buck on her thigh and you gasp when she sucks roughly. She trails up your neck, doing the same thing over and over, and you’re quickly reduced to a moaning, desperate mess. 

Her other hand trails down to hold onto your hip, just feeling you shakily grind against her, trying to get some relief. 

“Should I go back inside and get James to come out and watch this?” She asks against your skin, still marking you up. “So he knows what happens when he touches things that aren’t his?” 

You inhale sharply at the thought and wish that she would just drag you back inside and fuck you right there on the table in front of everyone. 

“Please,” you beg. She actually giggles and pulls back to admire her handiwork on your neck. She lightly traces over the marks and you shiver under her touch and intense gaze. 

Agatha smirks when she meets your eyes again. “That should let everyone know who you belong to. And you, in case you need the reminder.” 

You pretend to think for a moment. “Maybe I could use a refresher. Why don’t you show me who owns me?” 

Her eyes darken even more as she pulls you back in for a searing kiss that she ends too quickly. 

She yanks her thigh from out between yours and grabs your hand, dragging you to the car. 

“Oh, I’m going to, baby.”

[keerysfreckles]

Okay hi I don’t know if I’m doing this right and this is how you rqs something, I saw your cry for help for a luke Castellan fic,

could I pls request something like a daughter of Poseidon reader and her and Luke have been friends for years but haven’t never really seen each other as more than that until some guy starts to hit on her and Luke gets jealous asf and then the Luke starts a fight with him because he said something nasty about reader, and rewarded gets pissed off that Luke’s fighting and it’s super angsty and jealous and they fight and make up and realise their feelings and maybe a kiss?????

Hope that wasn’t too long xx

someone gets hurt — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x poseideon fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, a couple swear words, character sexualizing reader

a/n: GETTING THE HOO BOOKS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!

masterlist !

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"again!"

the sound of swords clanging against each other echoed in the empty field and through the forest.

"luke, how many more times do we have to do this?" y/n was out of breath. her right hand was red from gripping her sword too hard for the past hour, her hair has been tied back by now, and sweat coated her cheeks and arms.

"no offence, but your dad is into water, not swords," luke responds.

"what? you're saying i'm not the best swordsman in camp?"

luke chuckles, "obviously, because i'm here."

y/n only laughs at his response.

"swordswoman."

"what?" y/n's more than confused.

"you wouldn't be the best sowrdsman at camp. swordswoman would be the correct term."

instead of responding y/n shoves her sword inbetween luke's wrist and hip, skillfully pushing her own sword to make his fall to the ground.

"yeah, yeah, miss one time champ. go get some water," luke laughs.

"you know, after being your friend for so many years," y/n starts, but takes another sip of water as luke walks over to the bench she's sitting on. she continues, "you would think i'd learn your fighting patterns, and actually beat you for once."

"that's the thing y/n. my fighting strategies always change. once you find them out, they'll just change again," luke replies.

"you ready to go again?" luke asks for a few minutes, letting the girl have time to rest.

y/n nods, and gratefully takes luke's hand to help her up off the bench. she walks over to the dirt area with a slight limp. luke had cut her leg earlier, on accident of course, and y/n insisted she was fine. after pouring half her water bottle on it, there was nothing more than a light scar. however it still hurt.

"wow! with a limp like that, you'd think i was with her all night!"

corey andrews stepped into the clearing of the woods, with his ares brothers right beside him. ever since he got to camp a year ago he'd been harassing y/n. he always found a way to call her out in front of others. and it made y/n's blood boil.

she was about to walk over to the idiotic camper and punch him, but luke grabbed her wrist.

"leave it," his voice was soft, yet firm.

y/n gives in, and goes back to sword fighting with luke. the pair ignore corey and his friends.

corey on the other hand dislikes the silence. he walks over to y/n's side, and pokes her in the sides. it causes her to let out a small shriek and drop her sword.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" she turns and scolds corey, punching him in the shoulder.

"dude, you never mess with someone while they have a sword in their hands," luke picks up y/n's sword for her.

"oh that was nothing. we're just playing, right babe?"

y/n's stomach drops at the name coming out of corey's mouth.

"what's your problem andrews?" luke gently pushes y/n behind him. a motion the girl would soon be thankful for.

"my problem is that absolute babe, with that kinda body isn't in my bed right now," corey gestures to y/n. she's fully behind luke, holding onto his arm. was it out of comfort? or in order to keep luke from lashing out? y/n didn't know, but luke didn't mind her touch.

"she's busy," luke answers for her, feeling her grip tighten, "we're busy. so if you could leave, that'd be great."

luke needed corey to get out of his sight before he punched him. he couldn't stand what the ares boy was saying about his best friend.

"not before i get a piece of her," corey snickers and lunges to try and get to y/n from behind luke.

"corey!" luke scolds, throwing his arms out to block corey.

"don't touch me!" y/n yells in fear, now holding luke's shirt tighter than ever.

finally one of corey's friends speaks up, "corey, come on, they both asked you to leave her alone."

the other friend can't help but agree.

"y/n, go find chiron and tell him about corey," luke whispers. with a nod, y/n's running in the direction of the big house. anything to get away from corey.

before the harasser can get a gain on y/n, luke's grabbing him by the shirt. he lets go, but only to punch him square in the face.

blood instantly seeps out of his nose, and luke swore he saw fire gleaming in corey's eyes.

"why are you so protective of her? what? you sleeping with her or something?"

luke's expression doesn't change.

"if you say one more thing about her, i swear i'll punch you into the ground."

no words were spoken, making luke release his grip on corey's shirt. corey however takes the opportunity to shove his head into luke's knocking him back a few steps.

corey gets a few punches in before luke regains his balance. a few more punches land on luke's arms, before he shoves corey back, and punches him one last time before the asshole is laying on the ground.

luke's breathing heavily and corey's catching his breath on the groun as chiron speaks up.

he walks fully out of the woods now, with y/n climbing off his back. as soon as she told him what happened, he directed her to get in his back as he ran towards the arena.

y/n ran to luke as chiron started scolding corey and his two brothers, mostly corey though.

y/n holds luke's face in her hands, running her thumbs over the fresh red patches on his cheeks.

"are you okay?" there's nothing but concern filling her voice.

luke dryly chuckles, "you should see the other guy."

y/n leans up and wraps her arms around luke's neck to fully pull him into a hug. in seconds his own arms wrap around her waist.

as they pull away, luke watches chiron walk off with the three ares brothers.

"are you okay?" luke finally asks y/n.

she nods, "yeah, it's uh, nothing he hasn't said before. he's just never lunged at me before."

luke leans over to kiss y/n's forehead, before talking back to their swords. he was going to put them away, with the other dull fighting swords, but y/n's voice stops his movements.

"thank you," luke turns to the girl, "you've saved me a lot from corey, and i've never really told you thank you."

"what are friends for?"

luke's words hurt y/n, not on purpose. y/n can't help but see luke differently recently. she wasn't sure if he grew into his looks, or maybe it was just her hormones messing with her, but she started falling for luke castellan.

"you okay?" luke walks back over to the girl.

she only nods, "yeah, yes i'm okay."

luke notices the shake in her voice and her emotions changing from one to another.

"are you sure?" luke's hands rubs up and down her shoulders.

y/n only nods again, but after a moment her eyes drift down to his lips subconsciously.

luke noticed.

the boy smirks slightly, making y/n confused.

"you look like you want to kiss me."

y/n's cheeks change to the brightest shade of red, and she immediately starts shaking her head.

"no! no, no that's ridiculous," she denies

"what if i said i want to kiss you too?"

y/n's breath catches in her throat. she must've heard luke wrong.

her thought was disproved when luke leaned in slightly. he stopped, wanting to make sure y/n wanted this just as much as he did. the girl simply pulls luke to her by his neck. a small groan emits his lips once they connect with hers.

the kiss was full of force, and pent up emotions. they could both tell, and they knew how long they needed this kiss to happen.

"you guys done sucking face?"

luke and y/n break apart at clarisse's voice.

"we need the arena to practice," she states, motioning to a few of the ares sisters behind her.

"yeah uh," luke coughs, "we'll go."

and with that, he pulls a very giddy y/n out of the arena and toward the direction of his cabin.

[msschemmenti]

emergency contacts 📞

jemily x reader

a/n: life imitates art or whatever oscar wilde said :)

it really wasn’t that bad when she looked at it. but the blaring alarm from her phone was not helping the situation at all right now. y/n maneuvered her car out of the lane and onto the shoulder to put the car in park. it was 8:47 pm, dark as hell, in the middle of one of the busiest highways and of course she gets in a wreck. not her fault, but still very inconvenient. as she got out of the car she gazed around the passing cars and sighed at the sight of the car that had hit her.

the teen had come stumbling out of the car in a panic. apologizing profusely. and y/n could see, she needed to be the calm adult in this situation. the girls car was most definitely totaled and with the incident towing on their way, y/n couldn’t let the girl wait outside alone. so now they sat in her damaged rental on the side of the road waiting for all the appropriate officers to arrive. y/n had lent the young girl her phone to call her parents and once she’d returned it she was a little shocked to see the amount of notifications she had flooding her phone.

35 missed calls

20 messages sent in lovers <3

what the hell? y/n squinted as she unlocked her phone. what could possibly be going on right now. y/n went to open her text chain when her phone started ringing again— this time garcia.

“garcia? what is going on?” y/n asked feeling a low panic course through her. the team was in office and everyone should’ve been at home so something happening to her girlfriends was an extreme she wasn’t ready to entertain.

“are you okay? are you hurt? i’m pinging your location and it looks like you’re on the side of the road. i also see that emergency services have not been dispatched to the area yet. what is going on? your girlfriends are fre-eaking out right now. why haven’t you been answering your phone? are you okay?!”

“woman, slow down! what are you talking about? why are you pinging me right now?” y/n broke through garcia’s ramblings.

“angel, the girls got an emergency alert about you being in a car accident and when you didn’t answer the phone they called me demanding i find you.”

y/n pulled the phone away from her ear in disbelief, “they got a notification? since when was that a thing—“

“hey hey, focus! what happened? and quickly before jj and emily put a bounty on my head.”

“right right, a girl rear-ended me on the highway. i’m fine, i’ll probably be a little sore but nothing i can’t handle. we’re waiting for local pd to get here now.” y/n answered easily.

“oh thank god you’re okay. i need you to call them back now and let them know because im kinda scared of jj when she gets like this.” garcia urged before bidding the younger woman goodbye.

the phone barely rang once before jj’s voice filtered down the line. “baby? are you okay?” the panic was oh so clear in her voice and when y/n her call through the apartment for emily she frowned at the stress this whole thing had caused her girlfriends.

“jay, i’m fine. i got rear-ended on the highway—“ y/n attempted to soothe but the mention of the minor accident seemed to only egg the women on.

“rear-ended on the highway? are you getting checked out?” emily’s voice interrupted.

“no, i’m fine. not even a headache.” y/n tried to excuse.

a rather frustrated groan left both jj and emily’s throats and y/n knew they weren’t having it. “try again.” jj spoke first.

“i am fine. i don’t need to be check out, id just be wasting resources for people who actually need to be tended to.”

“nope, you know better than to try that shit with us. i want you thoroughly checked out before tomorrow.” emily all but growled.

“i don’t think this is fair. you literally just told me about the time you were shot at and you didn’t go to the hospital. you wouldn’t even sit in the back of the ambulance.” y/n rebuffed.

jj seeming to have calmed a bit snorted at their girlfriend’s words, “i bet you’re regretting telling that story now.”

“shut up jj.” emily grumbled.

“listen, i know you’re a little shaken up by the notification. and i know it’s not very helpful that im traveling for work and you can’t physically be with me but i need you guys not to freak out okay?” y/n pleaded quietly down the phone.

both jj and emily sighed before agreeing, “at least stay on the line with us until you get everything squared away with local pd?” jj suggested.

“of course, baby. anything for my emergency contacts.” y/n appeased.

“is that why we got the notification? i had no clue phones did that…wait we’re your emergency contacts? since when?” emily rambled.

“i don’t know, you remember i had that allergic reaction last month? both of you were gone but i knew you two were the first i wanted to know if anything happened to me. you don’t mind do you?” y/n asked self-consciously.

“no not at all baby, we love it.” jj soothed.

“yeah keep it that way.” emily affirmed.

“yes ma’am.” y/n spoke softly down the phone.

[buuniebaby]

HOME TO ME - HAMZAH X LATINA!READER 🎀

hiii! first of all i wanna make a quick note - very sorry for the inconsistency in posting for a few days. ive been struggling with writers block and summer bedrotting is getting to me a lil. 😓😓

there were A LOT of drafts of this fic that i picked up and then didn’t like. a big part of that is that i really wanted to make a fic that hits sort of close to home, and that’s what this one is to me! i was born in nicaragua and moved to the us at a young age, so this fic is based off of my experiences relating to that, even down to little things like my parents and their broken english lol. i still tried to make it pretty ambiguous to other latin-american countries, so I hope it isn’t too specific. it took me a long time to write, but im really happy with the way it came out after a day or two of really thinking about it.

this fic includes: lots of fluff, then it gets nasty. mirror sex, nothing too rough 🤗

wc: 3.4k

Your childhood summers haven’t changed since the last time you stepped foot here, even though it feels like it’s been lifetimes. you’re home, and you’ve brought your boyfriend along with you this time.

the sun shines down on you, a little too hot for your liking. it’s a lot hotter down here than the canadian weather you’re used to. it’s different, but comforting at the same time. what really makes the biggest change is the sight of your boyfriend, rays of sunlight beaming down on him, framing his curls perfectly. it makes you feel at home just as much as being here does.

the air is warm and sticky, thick with remnants of a heavy rain. sweat clings to areas of exposed skin, dampening his shirt collar and hair with a sweat.

you don’t think you’ve loved the latin-american summer as much as you have seeing hamzah bask under it.

showing your boyfriend around your home country feels like the world around you is unreal. it’s like two universes colliding - ones that probably shouldn’t coexist.

one of the things that really makes you feel like you’re out of your own body is walking down the same road that baby-you walked down to get to school. if you could’ve told your middle school self that you bagged a man this bad she would’ve forgiven you for not marrying her celebrity crush.

and the food is what really gets you - the flavor of nostalgia mixing with the taste of your boyfriend’s lips is an otherworldly sensation. although you can’t get him too full yet; that’s a job for your family.

speaking of your family - hamzah is terrified.

he tries looking extra nice at first. he wants to make a good impression, just like you’ve told him to - it’s why he’s surprised you’re bursting out in laughter seeing him walk out in full black tie attire.

“you don’t have to dress like you’re going to a wedding, hamzah-“ you giggle when he speaks over you, trying to defend himself.

“you told me to look nice, and we’re going to a dinner, y’know-“ he rambles, but catches himself. “and you’re wearing a dress!”

you roll your eyes, giving him a dead stare. “this a a sundress, hamzah. it’s not like.. fancy.” he looks at you blankly back. it’s like there’s not a single thought behind his eyes.

after your criticism and a lot of banter, you’ve got him dressed up more.. how you would have envisioned. he’s got those glasses on - the ones he usually edits with. and god, he looks good. he’s paired those with a polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans; he looks nice, presentable, but not over the top.

you’re knocking on the door while he almost shyly stands behind you before you know it. it takes a good few seconds for you to receive any sort of response, but you’re used to it. once someone eventually comes to the door, you’re greeted with the sound of children squealing in the background and music playing off a speaker - the loud environment you’re most used to.

you think you can see hamzah sweating.

your mom greets you with two little cheek kisses, as always, then smothers you into a hug. “muy linda,” she presses another kiss to your forehead, “mi alma.” she eventually finishes her ramblings about how beautiful you are and how much she’s missed you, then pauses as she pulls back. hamzah flinches.

she’s eyeing him down, eyebrows furrowed with a hand on her hip. It’s the death glare - one you know very well. if he wasn’t sweating before he definitely is now, and you’re even close to breaking into one.

hamzah doesn’t even have time to panic before her angry demeanor snaps into laughter. she’s giggling at the way his smile had dropped, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into that same little cheek kiss. he stumbles when she does it, not knowing what to do; an anxious fluster of sorts.

she pulls away looking at you, and her giggles turn into straight-up laughter.

“he look at me so scared.. he like, ‘i already messed up!’” she says, still laughing, now imitating hamzah’s flustered appearance. her English is slightly broken, as you expected, but it’s the way she tries for you is what really counts. she’s putting in the effort. you laugh with her, but not really at what she’s saying - it’s the way she’s already made herself comfortable around your boyfriend.

“y tu eres el novio, verdad?” your father says, pointing at hamzah, managing to creep up behind your mother without you even noticing. “you going to marry her?”

you awkwardly laugh at your father and how weird he has to make things, but that’s just how your family is. hamzah doesn’t mind it, he understands - nonchalantly smiling, looking down at you as he replies with a quick “hope so.”

you giggle back, but your smile is genuine - you know he’s serious about what he just said. “maybe one day.” you continue for him.

you two enter your house and he’s already being crowded by relatives of yours. he’s introducing himself to one of your tías when he feels something tugging on the leg of his pants, startling him. he looks down only to see your baby cousin staring up at him, big beady eyes and an open mouth, almost like he’s some sort of god.

around an hour later, hamzah is about a beer and two plates of food in to the family function. he’s sitting on the floor, a doll in his hand, playing with that same prima from before. you’re not even sure if they’re communicating, if that baby can even speak any language yet, but whatever they’re doing hamzah.. seems to be enjoying himself.

it’s funny, but it’s sweet at the same time, watching your boyfriend like this. it makes you think of your future together. marrying him, taking him into your family - even watching him play with your little prima makes you fall ill with baby fever. he would be an amazing girl dad.

by the end of the night, hamzah is starting to get a little bit plastered, and your mom is already calling him mijo. you’re trying to teach him how to dance to your country’s music (which he surprisingly happens to not be bad at) while also trying to sneak a few drinks yourself. you’re running back to the bathroom when your mom catches you, pulling you aside for a second.

you tilt your head at her, confused. you’re hoping this isn’t what you’ve been nervous about the whole night - you really, really don’t want a “we don’t like this boy” talk.

instead, she smiles, which wipes away most of your worry, but you’re still staring at her reluctantly.

“te vas a casar con este chico.” she mutters, smiling. she might be a little drunk herself from the way she’s talking, but you know there’s a truth to her words. you smile back a small grin, but it means more to you than what appears - your man is locked in. even your mom agrees, he’s the one.

thank the lord.

the party dies down after a while, baby cousin and older relatives drifting off to their bedrooms one by one. you somehow find yourself sitting on your parent’s couch, cuddled up in a blanket next to hamzah. you’re both a little tipsy, what you would say is fine enough to drive, but you already know your mother will argue against you.

“y’wanna get out of here too?” hamzah whispers, voice deep and soft in your ear.

“mhmm.” you say, comfortable in his arms. “wanna stay here for a second though.”

hamzah doesn’t complain, gently rubbing your shoulder underneath the blanket with his forefinger and thumb. it’s domestic, a gentle touch, and it makes you feel warm inside.

“was cute seeing you play with my prima.” you mumble, smiling to yourself at the memory. he laughs when he picks up on what you’re talking about.

“I don’t really think I understood what was going on like, that whole time.” he begins to ramble. “I think her barbies were like, beefing and shit.” he says, smiling down at you when he sees the way you light up with laughter.

“if we ever like, get married, i wanna have a girl.” you say. he’s quick to rebut you.

“that’s not how it works.” he argues back, stupidly.

“well then, like, we just have more.” you say, the mix of alcohol and sleepiness not giving you the energy to seriously discuss this with him. “you’d make a good girl dad, i think.”

he smiles at that comment. he’s seen it around on tiktok and other social media. he thinks it’s cute, and suddenly the idea of marriage and knocking you up doesn’t seem so scary to him. that gentle touch on your shoulders is moving down to your hips before you know it. you’re both aware that you can’t do anything on your family couch, but you know the intention behind his grip.

“i think you’d be a good boy mom.” he says back. “i could see you like, teaching him how to cook and stuff. i think if you had a baby boy he would be like, really respectful, not like brain-rotted.” you laugh at the stupidity of his comments.

“i think if you raised a boy, he would end up going down like, the alt right pipeline, and start watching andrew tate clips on youtube shorts.”

you both laugh at that - it’s obvious that you’re joking now, but you still enjoy the deprecating banter.

“if my kid doesn’t reach alpha male status, im sending his ass to the frontlines.”

you continue your painfully stupid chatter, not paying attention to how dark it’s getting.

your mother eventually creeps up to you, and you take it as a sign that you should probably start making your way out.

after saying your final goodbyes to your family members who are still standing awake, you’re making your way out the door. after a few cheek kisses and repeatedly denying the “no cab? you sure?” from your mom, you two are on the way back to your hotel.

hamzah’s hand is on your thigh as he drives. it’s another domestic touch that drives you crazy. the little things are really getting to you tonight.

“you’re good with kids.” you mumble, letting your thoughts out with no warning.

“yeah?” is all hamzah says, keeping his eyes on the road and his hand on your thigh.

“yeah.” you repeat back in a breathier tone.

“im not getting you pregnant right now, if that’s what you’re asking.” he mutters, still focused on the road. “I’ll cum inside you, but I can’t handle a baby yet-”

“hamzah!” you nearly yell. “i don’t mean- i mean yeah, that’s a part of it, but like- i guess you’re just like-“ you stutter, trying to gather your flustered self. “it’s like, a domestic thing I guess. makes me wanna settle down with you one day.”

despite how nonchalant he’s acting, he gets exactly what you’re saying.

“yeah. y’know, that little sundress you’re wearing?” hamzah starts, eyes tearing off the road for a second. “that’s like, wife shit.”

you giggle at the way he says it, but you’re flattered at the intention.

“kinda surprised you liked it that much. feel like guys think sundresses are just like, skin-tight skims dresses.”

“you look fucking hot in it, are you serious? like shit, maybe i will just get you pregnant if you’re wearing that.” hamzah pauses for a moment, looking over at you while your eyes widen. “i’m joking. by the way.” you let out a soft “aww,” making a soft smile creep onto his face.

“you don’t have to tonight. i’m joking.” you smile up at him. “but i do miss the feeling of you inside me.” you can tell that you’re at least getting to him a little bit; he’s starting to get riled up.

“duh,” he says, jokingly, but his tone changes with his next words. “ill cum all over that fuckin’ dress if you really want me to.”

there’s the hamzah you were looking for.

he’s already pulling the car you two rented into the parking lot of your hotel, and you can’t even speak before the silence is interrupted with his own thoughts.

“gonna be all over you the second we get to our fucking room.” he mutters, opening his car door. as both of you get out, you can see the hard-on already somewhat formed through his pants.

you love getting him worked up like this.

checking into the room is almost painful. he stands behind you as you speak in spanish to the hotel staff, cock pressed up right against your ass. you’re stuttering as she asks you for your reservation, knowing you’re about to get fucking destroyed.

he wasn’t lying about being all over you. the minute that keycard clicks and the door is open, you’re being shoved onto the bed, hamzah crawling on top of you.

it’s a pretty hotel room - you’re taking it all in as hamzah is on top of you. huge bathroom, silky sheets, relatively good size, yet there’s one thing that sticks out to you. there’s a long mirror, placed at the side of the bed.

it’s the perfect place to get fucked in front of.

you don’t even think hamzah has taken a glance at the architecture around him from the way he’s locked in on your body. you feel his hands gravitate against different areas of your body, resting on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh through your dress. he places a soft, warm kiss to your lips, but continues with a harsher, more sloppy one. it only continues on your neck, biting and kissing down to your collarbone.

he keeps his lips in a certain place for a second, and you already know you’re going to be covering up dark spots on your neck tomorrow.

“pretty,” is all he mumbles when he pulls off, moving down to add yet another bite to your neck.

he pulls the top of your sundress down a little bit, straps going over your shoulders. it’s just enough to free your bra, which he pulls off even quicker.

his mouth is all over your tits before you know it - as expected. he’s sucking at them, licking at the nipple while the other hand fondles the soft flesh around. you can feel him getting harder against your thigh, which you didn’t even think was possible at this point.

you can tell he’s getting frustrated with how fucking tight his pants are getting, cock getting harder by the second. he quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles - he’s a little too horny to take the effort to fully pull them down. when he pulls off his boxers he lets out a sigh, letting his cock free.

you readjust to do the same, pulling at the straps of your dress, but hamzah stops you, a large hand covering yours.

“want you to keep it on.”

yes sir.

you pull the straps back up to where they should regularly be, wearing your sundress like normal, just braless. hamzah takes a minute to catch his breath, but it’s hard when you’re under him looking like that. he takes in his surroundings a little bit more as he calms down, finally noticing the mirror to his side. you can tell by the look on his face that he’s got the same idea as you.

his focus lands back on you when he turns back to look you in the eyes, gently stroking himself. his hips roll softly into his hand, pumping himself loosely in his fist. he takes his other hand and pulls your dress up just enough to see your underwear.

he’s too lazy to get them off your body, so he just pushes them to the side, a finger sliding between the soft lips to your entrance. it emits a gasp from you, even though you were expecting it.

“you look so fucking good from here.” he says, breathy. your brows furrow for a second, confused as to what he means by ‘from here,’ but then you realize where his eyes are pointed -

- the mirror.

you turn your head to look at it too, and god, he isn’t wrong. the way his hands strain, groping at your thighs while he grazes against your cunt. it’s hotter than you had expected, the idea of seeing yourself get destroyed from multiple angles.

he presses a finger into you, and you flinch at the feeling. it’s not long before he’s sliding another one in with it, pulling at your hips with his strong arms to bring you down to his knuckles. you’re looking at yourself in the mirror as he does it, watching as he pushes you around like a toy.

he pulls his fingers out after curling them a few times inside of you, and you protest by trying to buck up your hips up again. he pushes on your womb with big hands, forcing you down.

“s’okay baby.” he affirms you in a soft voice. “wanna fuck you now.”

he grabs you by the waist, strong enough to pick you up with just his bare hands and flip you over. he presses your bodies close together once you’re on your hands and knees, your back against his chest. he nestles his head right above your neck, the perfect spot to whisper into your ear.

“look in the mirror,” he starts, and you immediately do what he says. “watch how fucking good you look while I touch you.”

your back arches as an instinct at his words, feeling his palms glide against your hips. your vision feels hazy, but you’re still paying attention to the way he clings onto soft skin.

you let out a whine, shutting your eyes and facing down when he touches your inner thighs, but it doesn’t last long. before you can finish his hand rushes to your jaw, grabbing your face, pointing your head back to the mirror.

“told you to look at yourself, baby.”

it’s hot, the way he’s in control of you, even if it doesn’t take much to get you to submit. he kisses at your shoulder blade softly, watching your desperate expression fade into excitement. he strokes himself one last time before the tip meets your pussy.

your breath hitches when you feel him slide into you, strokes slow. it fits in you nicely, the back of your thighs pressing against his when he’s all the way in. a finger and thumb caress the skin between your ass and hips while he bottoms out.

“c’mon baby,” he says, slowly starting to drag his hips in and out of you. “move those hips.”

you can’t argue with him, doing what he says on command. you roll your hips back the same way you roll your eyes, creating a rhythm with his thrusts. it earns a moan from him.

he grips your hips while his speed up, moving in and out of you with an unforgiving pace. it’s enough to send you reeling, squealing as you struggle to keep your focus on the mirror. you can barely keep your composure, the urge to shove your head in your pillow and just let him use you stronger than ever.

“wasn’t- fuck- lying when I told you I wanna come all over that dress.” he says, struggling to get his words out. it only makes you clench around him, his words driving you to your own finish.

you’re screaming a “hamzah! can’t fucking take it-“ while he’s plowing into you, building up a well-awaited orgasm. he waits until he feels that clench-and-pulse sensation around his cock, signaling that you’ve came before he pulls out.

he doesn’t even need to touch himself to cum after seeing you like this - he lets himself go, ropes of his semen covering the floral patterns of your dress.

he basks in the sight of you for a moment, catching his breath after his orgasm. it’s a lot for him, fucking you after being pent up the whole day. overstimulating, almost. you’re just that attractive to him, poor boy can’t control himself.

he lays on top of your chest, grounding himself. the feeling of being against you bare skin is comforting to him, a sense of home that you two both find in each other. you run your hands through the curls of his hair.

that’s what he is to you - home. just like how it feels to be here.

[julysn]

it’s too late to stop, won’t the heavens save me?

nsfw sfw

ship: (somewhat ooc) andrew graves x afab!reader

includes cursing + sexual content. no plot, just sex. yeah. (probably) inaccurate depictions of sex, i haven’t even had my first kiss so idk what u expect from me. somewhat ooc, whatever, it’s smut. just read it dawg 😣

song: the edge of heaven - wham!

a/n: what am i cooking here. possibly ooc, idk i’m really sleepy and i’m in class rn so yeah..

i’m wearing the shirt (cough. u guys know) while writing this lmfaoo

first tcoaal fic. everyone cheered.

You gaze into his emerald eyes, admiring the way the only emotion visible in those orbs being pure, unfiltered lust.

Andrew looks at you as his hands slowly crawl up to pull down his boxers. You watch with anticipation as the cloth falls down to the floor, leaving him completely nude for you and you only. His shaft stands tall and erect, as hard as ever as the ravenette slowly approached you.

Your breath hitched as he stood before you, his tousled black hair sitting on his head all prettily as those gorgeous eyes stared down into your soul. It was like his gaze was unwinding you piece by piece, limb by limb, until you were nothing but your mere consciousness, and it was one of the sexiest yet scariest things you had ever seen. It almost made you afraid about the future, and, more specifically, tomorrow. Would you even be able to walk properly? With the way his orbs were fixated on you and you only, it didn’t look like it.

Andrew slouched down to kiss you as you sat on his bed, tenderly yet domineeringly pressing his lips against yours as his tongue slipped through your teeth and into your mouth. You let out soft gasps as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth, yearning to memorize each and every crevice he came across. You couldn’t get enough of his sweet lips as you leaned deeper into the make out session he had initiated.

Once the two of you finally broke apart, he gave you a few moments to catch your breath as he leaned in and began to leave gentle, wet kisses down from your temple to jawline. A soft blush crawled up your cheeks as you sat there, accepting his affection with open arms while the tip of his member pressed against your thigh.

“Andrew..” You moan out quietly, tilting your head to accept his jawline and neck kisses. Your voice was so smooth and velvety, Andrew felt himself melt into putty. He smiled faintly and gave you a haste kiss on the lips, before refocusing down on your collarbone and neck.

Your lips parted to let out soft groans, your hands and thighs trembling as he slowly began to pull your shirt off. His lustful eyes betrayed the sweet way he began to undress you, steadily taking each article of clothing off. Your cheeks reddened as more of your body began to get exposed, causing you to shiver slightly as the somewhat-chilly air hit your skin.

��So fuckin’ pretty,” He breathes out, voice deep and husky as his fingers gently grazed the fabric of your panties, teasing you before he would inevitably tug them off. You swore that the way he spoke and how sensual his voice was had made you even wetter than you already were, and you bit your lip in anticipation.

You watched as he tugged off your panties, leaving your entrance completely exposed to his hungry eyes, the feeling of his gaze on your most intimate areas making you more aroused. You watched as he pushed you down onto the bed, your back hitting the comfortable sheets as his lips pressed against your hips, leaving hot kisses down to your thighs. He was getting more and more comfortable as the night progressed, his advances becoming more bold.

The atmosphere slowly began to feel hotter, while your vision followed the way Andrew’s kisses trailed up to your entrance. You let out soft gasps as he began to gently lick your folds, his tongue sliding across the wet flesh like butter sliding across a pan. Your head reeled back in ecstasy as you threw your hand over your mouth to stifle your breathless moans, but you knew he didn’t mind when you were loud. It was like his way of claiming you.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Andrew, oh god-” You babble mindlessly, lost in the sea of pleasure that he had enveloped you in. His tongue slicked back and forth, leaving a trail of saliva all over your kiss-bruised clit. You look down, hand successfully suppressing your whines of pleasure as his head averted upwards to watch your expressions of pleasure. He smirked and pressed another kiss against your skin, a shiver of lust sending chills down your spine as your hands made its way into his hair and you gripped those soft strands of his, throwing your head back.

“You look desperate.” He scoffs lightheartedly as he playfully pinched your hips and stood back up, the tip of his member rubbing against your wet cunt and causing your thighs to tremble in excitement. Your hands slid off of his hair and onto the bedsheets, gripping them for support as your back arched forward and your breathing began to get heavier, shakier, and more frequent.

“I am.” You admit, rolling your eyes as a lighthearted smile rested on your lips. A faint smile flashes across Andrew’s face, before he quickly glances around the room for any possible lubricants. His gaze swiftly landed on a bottle of lube on his dresser, and he pulled away to grab it before squeezing some on his hand.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He replies smugly, shrugging nonchalantly. He rubbed the substance all over his erect member, a smug smirk gracing his expression as you began to feel the tip of his cock slicking up and down your folds. Your lips parted to release a soft whimper, your hands tightening the grip around his sheets as he chuckled huskily and slowly laid his hands on top of your spread thighs.

His gaze explored your body as he looked down at you, stare unintentionally degrading but in a sexy way that most were unable to match. He slouches down yet again, to give you one last kiss, like a warning of what was to come next. Your breathing was as irregular as ever, heart thumping against your ribcage as your hands trembled due to the intense grip it held on the linen (and also because you were excited).

You watched with shaky breaths as Andrew’s tip gradually pushed past the rings of muscle that, to him, felt like the gateway of Heaven, or, more like Hell, if you were to consider all of the things he had done in his past with his sister.

Light, lecherous whimpers escaped your throat as your back arched forward, eager to invite more of him inside. You didn’t want him inside, no, that would be an understatement.

You needed him, deep inside, pounding away like his life depended on it.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” Andrew coos, voice sweet like honey yet smooth like butter, tone as dulcet as ever. It was a stark contrast from how he usually was in public; cynical, cold, apathetic. You shivered at his duality, the way he was so tender with his words making you feel chills as you were used to his sardonic demeanor. “it’s driving me crazy.”

It was as if his intense stares from previously had finally been able to unwind your limbs apart to reveal your soul, as the pleasure he was inducing was like he was fucking you deep into your consciousness. He was buried inside of your heat, his member enveloped in the sea that was your wet entrance. You let out faint whines as his thrusts slowly began to crescendo in speed and intensity.

Andrew’s hips rammed into yours, his member continuing to fill the void within your cunt and then slipping out of it, only to come back inside again. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, head reeled back as your grip on the linen sheets tightened even further. Your knuckles were practically ghostly white at this point, toes curled in arousal.

You let out intoxicated whimpers as he pumped deep inside, vision blurred with ecstasy. You were caught off-guard at the sudden sensations of his lips pressing against your neck. “Andrew, oh god..”

Your hips bucked forward instinctively, trying to angle yourself so he could get to the most pleasurable spots. His soft, black curls boucned around on his head prettily as his thrusts heightened in speed. You gasped as his member slicked in and out of your clenched pussy, cheeks flushed in both excitement and pleasure.

Your head tilted downward to meet his gaze, becoming absolutely mesmerized by the way he was staring at you with a pleasant mix of infatuation and lust. Pearls of sweat beaded his hairline, dripping onto your bare waist and thighs, beginning to soak into your skin and leaving his musky scent behind.

Slowly yet surely, you felt your climax creeping up through your veins. You were so close, so goddamn close, and each and every thrust of Andrew’s hips was helping push you off the edge.

“I-” You gasped out, body trembling and face contorted in ecstasy. “I’m gonna—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, it was interjected by your climax, your cum blanketing his veiny shaft as your inner walls clenched even tighter than they already had. You let out a loud, high-pitched whimper, breathless and exhausted as Andrew had also reached his own climax.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!” He groaned loudly, his nails digging into your hips as his thrusting came to an abrupt stop. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of cum filling your pussy filled your senses, his dick beginning to soften as he was still deep inside you.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes and trying to catch your breath. You attempted to take deep, long breaths, Andrew’s cock now completely soft as he pulled away and out from you and grabbed a tissue. You smiled faintly as he gently wiped off his semen off of your folds and thighs, before grabbing another tissue to wipe off his own lower half.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” He breathed out, throwing the tissues away and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “… Love you.”

Your heart immediately melted at his affection, and you nodded and kissed him on the cheek in return. “I love you too.”

[kathlare]

the weight of a glance

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando unexpectedly comes face-to-face with Amelie, the girl from his past. A year has passed since their last encounter, and seeing her again stirs up a whirlwind of emotions

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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October 28th, 2023 - Mexico City, Mexico

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amelieupdates: Amelie spotted arriving at the paddock for the Mexican Grand Prix today! 🇲🇽✨ Her first GP appearance since Abu Dhabi last year, and she's serving main character energy as always. 🏁🔥

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paddockprincess: AMELIE BACK IN THE PADDOCK?! We’re eating good tonight, besties 😭✨ → amelieupdates: @paddockprincess fr, we’ve been starved for a YEAR. Welcome home, queen 👑

f1stan2023: Imagine if she bumps into Lando… 👀 we NEED the reunion. → ameliefan4ever: @f1stan2023 brb manifesting this harder than my finals results 💅

mexicangpqueen: She really said, "I'm the moment," and strolled in with THAT energy 🔥

landosimp44: Not to be dramatic, but if Lando and Amelie don’t at least talk, I’m suing. 😤 → f1chatter: @landosimp44 they haven’t been seen together in ages… what happened?? → ameliearmy: @f1chatter they were close, then they WEREN’T, and now I’m living for the suspense.

lanmelieshipper: I don’t care what anyone says, they’re meant to be. → amelieupdates: @lanmelieshipper we’ve been clowned before, but I’m putting the clown wig back on just in case 🤡 → landoislife: @lanmelieshipper brb rewatching their old Twitch streams for crumbs.

ameliesupremacy: She’s in Mexico supporting Checo AND looking like a goddess?! Iconic behavior only 🤍🇲🇽

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The day had started as any other qualifying day at the Mexican Grand Prix—stressful, chaotic, with the usual noise of engine roars and tire screeches filling the air. Lando had been focused on his preparations, trying to stay in the zone for the qualifying session. It wasn’t his best start to the weekend; the car was still a bit off, but nothing that a good qualifying session couldn’t fix.

As he walked toward the McLaren garage, his mind was preoccupied with the race ahead. He didn’t expect to see anything today that would throw him off. At least, not until he walked past the Red Bull garage. His eyes briefly flicked towards the familiar faces that gathered around, the usual circus of mechanics, engineers, and drivers.

And then he saw her.

Amelie.

It took him a moment to process it, his mind scrambling to catch up with his eyes. He stood frozen for a second, blinking as if maybe he had imagined it.

But there she was, standing by the hospitality area, chatting with someone in Checo’s entourage. Her long blonde hair, her effortless grace—everything was the same. Except for one thing: time. It had been almost a year since he'd seen her, and yet, the sight of her still hit him like a punch in the gut.

It was surreal. The world around him seemed to slow down as the memory of her rushed back. The late-night conversations, the laughter, the stolen moments when they'd both pretend it didn’t mean anything, even though they both knew it did. The way she would light up a room without trying, how effortlessly her presence would calm him, how he would get lost in the way she spoke or the way she smiled.

But that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it?

Lando stood there for a moment longer than he should have, frozen in place as if his body couldn’t quite decide whether to walk away or step closer. His chest tightened, and an uncomfortable mix of nostalgia and regret flooded over him. He could feel his pulse quicken, the same sense of longing that had been buried deep inside him for over a year suddenly coming to the surface.

Amelie was here. And she looked... well, she looked like Amelie. Like the girl who had been an enigma to him for so long, the one who had both driven him crazy and made him feel things he never knew he could feel. He hadn't expected to see her here, and certainly not today, when he was already dealing with enough racing anxiety.

The world around him snapped back into focus, and he blinked, forcing himself to take a breath. His gaze lingered on her for just a second longer, her face still so familiar, so real, yet so foreign at the same time. It wasn’t just the fact that she was here—there were layers to it, layers of their shared history that he had shoved into a box and locked away for the sake of moving on.

But there she was, a part of his past he couldn’t completely erase, even if he tried.

She didn’t see him. Of course she didn’t. He hadn't expected anything different. The last time they’d been in the same room, it had been nothing but awkward tension and words left unsaid. The split, the fight, everything that had been left unresolved between them—it was all still hanging in the air, unspoken but palpable.

But seeing her here, in the heart of the Mexican Grand Prix weekend, felt like some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. He almost wanted to turn around and walk away. But instead, he found himself glued to the spot, staring at her as if trying to find some answer in the way she stood, the way she smiled, or the way her eyes lit up when someone spoke to her.

He could see her laugh, the way it made her face brighten, the same laugh that used to make him feel like everything would be okay. His stomach twisted, and for a moment, he hated himself for still caring, for still thinking about her after all this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Charles, George, and Alex walking toward the same area, chatting amongst themselves, clearly unaware of what Lando had just witnessed. The sight of them distracted him for a moment, and he quickly pulled himself together, trying to regain his composure. He had a job to do today. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in this.

But then he saw them.

Charles was the first to spot Amelie, his expression lighting up with a smile as he waved toward her. George followed suit, his eyes narrowing in recognition, and then Alex, with his usual grin, shouted her name.

Lando watched the three of them approach her, and something inside him twisted, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. They weren’t the ones who had been close to her, not in the way he had. They were just... friends, and maybe that’s all he had been too. But they weren't holding back, not like he was.

And there it was—the sharp sting of jealousy.

Charles, always the charmer, was the first to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting casually on her shoulders. Lando could see the way Amelie’s face lit up at the attention, the way her smile spread wider as she spoke with them.

It made him feel like an outsider, like he was a world away from the person she had once let in. The thought that she was laughing with them, looking so at ease, felt like a dagger to his chest. Why hadn’t he been able to keep that connection with her? Why had everything gone to shit so quickly?

But maybe he didn’t deserve it. After all, he had been the one to walk away first, hadn’t he? Maybe seeing her now, happy, surrounded by people who clearly cared about her, was the universe’s way of showing him how far they had come since the last time they’d seen each other.

Amelie and Lando’s history wasn’t clean, and it never would be. They both had their baggage, their mistakes, their unspoken truths. But what stung the most was that it didn’t seem to affect her at all. She was moving forward, while he was still stuck in the past, holding onto a version of her that didn’t exist anymore.

He wanted to walk over there, to join them, but he didn’t. Not yet. Instead, he stood there, like a fool, watching as George threw a friendly arm around Amelie’s shoulder and Charles laughed at something she had said. Alex was saying something that made her roll her eyes playfully, but she was still smiling, still glowing in a way that made Lando ache.

She was so different, yet still so familiar.

And maybe, just maybe, he would never get over the fact that she was out there, living her life, while he was left trying to figure out how to move on from something he never really understood.

He wasn’t ready to face her—not yet. Maybe not ever. But even from this distance, he couldn’t help the pull he felt toward her. He wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of their friendship, the lingering attraction, or something else entirely.

But one thing was clear. Seeing her again—after everything, after all this time—it hurt. And it was the kind of hurt that he didn’t know how to shake off.

Lando couldn’t bring himself to look away. His mind raced as he watched her interact with the others, their laughter filling the space between them. She looked so... at home. Like this was where she was meant to be—surrounded by friends, by family. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of her that had once been meant for him. That’s how it had felt when they’d spent time together, before everything had unraveled.

It was stupid to think like that now. He knew it. But it didn’t stop him. Every time she laughed, every time she looked up and caught someone’s gaze, a pang of longing struck him. He couldn’t even pretend it didn’t bother him. And he hated that. He hated how vulnerable it made him feel.

Turning away, he started walking in the opposite direction, feeling like an idiot. His steps were fast, but he had no particular place to go. He couldn’t face her yet. Not like this. Not after everything.

It wasn’t until he was halfway back to the McLaren garage that he realized he had forgotten all about the qualifying session. The nerves that had been creeping up on him earlier were now a distant memory, replaced by the heavy weight of the moment. He wasn’t prepared for this. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could be prepared for this.

Lando’s feet carried him towards the McLaren garage, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the chaos of emotions he’d just unleashed upon himself. He was still trying to piece together why seeing Amelie again hit him so damn hard. It had been a year, a whole year without seeing her, and now, standing just a few feet away from her, it was like no time had passed.

He didn’t know if he felt relief or regret. Maybe a mix of both. Amelie had been a part of his life once, a part he had tried so hard to lock away. Seeing her now was like opening that box, unleashing a flood of memories he wasn’t ready to confront. It was too much—too much for him to process in a single moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus, but the images of her laughing with the guys kept flashing in his mind. The way her smile lit up her entire face. The way she stood there, so effortlessly radiant, so at home in her own skin. He could almost hear her laugh echoing in his ears, reminding him of everything he’d lost.

Fuck.

He turned a corner, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest. He needed to focus on qualifying. He couldn’t let this mess with his head. But it was hard to ignore the truth. There were so many things he hadn’t said to her, so many words left unspoken, and now it was too late.

He found himself walking aimlessly, his feet taking him to the familiar sight of Carlos Sainz’s hospitality area. Of course, Carlos would be there. The only person who knew everything—about him and Amelie, about the mess they’d made of things. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand.

Lando didn’t even hesitate as he walked straight up to Carlos, who was leaning against a table, chatting with some engineers. Carlos’ eyes flicked up when he saw Lando approach, a small smirk forming on his lips.

—Well, well, look who finally shows his face,— Carlos teased, but his eyes quickly shifted from amusement to something more curious. —What’s wrong?—

Lando didn’t even bother to answer with words. Instead, he just nodded in the direction of the hospitality area where Amelie was. Carlos followed his gaze, and as soon as he saw her, his expression shifted. He raised an eyebrow.

—You saw her,— Carlos said, more of a statement than a question.

—Yeah,— Lando muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. —It’s... weird, man. I wasn’t expecting it. Not like this.—

Carlos studied him for a moment, before sighing and crossing his arms. —You didn’t think she would show up?” he asked, his tone shifting to something more serious.—

—No, I mean, I knew she was coming with Checo’s family. But... seeing her again, like this?— Lando’s voice trailed off, frustration creeping in. —I don’t know what I feel, Carlos. I thought I moved on. I thought I was done with all this.—

Carlos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. —You’re not as done with it as you think you are. You’ve been holding onto something, whether you want to admit it or not.—

Lando glared at him. —What are you talking about? It’s been more than two years. I’ve moved on.—

Carlos gave him a look that said he wasn’t buying it. —No, you haven’t. You’re just avoiding it. You’ve been avoiding it since the last time you saw her.— He paused, letting the words settle. —But if you’re still feeling this way, then you need to deal with it. You can’t just brush it under the rug again. If you want closure, if you want to know if there’s something still there, you have to go after it.—

Lando let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. —I don’t even know what to say to her. I’m not exactly in a good place for this.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow. —You think she’s just going to magically show up and say what’s been on her mind all this time? You two never had that conversation. You never had the chance to properly end things, and now you’re both stuck in limbo.—

Lando’s stomach churned. He hated hearing the truth laid out so bluntly. But he knew Carlos was right. They hadn’t properly ended things. Not really. They’d both let it fizzle out, and now seeing her again—especially with how happy she seemed, how much more in control of her life she looked—it was like everything he’d been trying to ignore was crashing back in.

—She looks... happy,— Lando muttered, his voice quiet, almost to himself. —She deserves it.—

Carlos nodded slowly. —And you deserve the same. But you won’t know unless you talk to her. If you want to know if there’s something there, then go and find out. Otherwise, you’re just going to keep thinking about it.—

Lando looked down at the floor, his heart racing. —I don’t know if I can. After everything... I just... can’t.—

Carlos put a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm. —You’ll never know unless you try, mate.—

Lando met his eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The noise of the paddock, the pressure of the upcoming qualifying session—none of it mattered. He had to make a choice. Stay stuck in the past, or risk stepping forward and facing the truth.

—Yeah,— Lando said quietly, his voice steady despite the nerves. —Maybe you’re right.—

Carlos gave him a sympathetic smile. —You’ve got this. Don’t let the fear control you. Go talk to her.—

Before Lando could respond, he heard George’s voice in the distance, calling to him. —Lando, are you coming?—

Lando turned, giving Carlos one last look before he walked away. There was no turning back now. He had to face this head-on, whatever the outcome would be. The weight of what he needed to do hung in the air, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like maybe he was ready to face it.

But first... he needed to make it through qualifying. He’d deal with Amelie after.

[rae-writes]

surprise!

bsd boys x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : maybe ooc Jouno- I haven’t seen much of his character yet but I still adore hims

synopsis : welcome back

a/n : I wrote this entire thing in one sitting. No I can’t believe it either. 

part 2 

Jouno 

You were out with a few friends that day, trying to get out more since your boyfriend was still gone on his 3-month long mission 

It was actually a really fun day; you all had just stepped out of a restaurant when— 

“They’re back! Look everyone! The Hunting Dogs have returned!” 

Naturally, everyone in the vicinity snapped their heads towards the group in red, watching them walk side by side and chat leisurely as they came home. 

Fighting your way through a small crowd, much to the confusion of your friends, you frantically scan the men in search for one person. 

“Y/n, what’re you- Y/n!” 

You’d broke out in a sprint, not bothering to even slow down before you jumped into his arms, locking your legs around his waist, “SAIGIKU!” 

And despite his cynical nature, even Jouno had trouble hiding the smile that wanted to break loose at your obvious thrill of seeing him again. 

Murmurs filled the area, especially within the hunting dogs, who were absolutely baffled at the display. 

“Hello, my love. Miss me?” Jouno chuckled at your weak attempt to hit his shoulder, cheerfully bouncing you in his arms like a toddler, “No need to be like that, now, I’m only teasing.” 

Huffing, you smile against your will, swiping his hat off his head and putting it on your own, “You are the literal worst.” 

“You’re going to kiss me anyway.” He tipped the brim of his hat, effectively making it fall past your eyes. 

“Unfortunately, you’re correct about that.” 

Hearing your friends cheer as you finally got to kiss his stupid mouth again made you break away with a laugh— much too soon for his liking, though he wasn’t complaining at getting to feel your smile against his lips after so long. 

Chuuya

Your red-headed boyfriend had been sent overseas for six months to handle something for Mori 

Currently, you were dressed in one of his button ups and a pair of his boxers while you cleaned up (cause what else did you have to do anyway?) 

The sound of a door opening made you grab the gun he kept there for your protection, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be back for another 2 weeks…

“I come home early to surprise my lovely partner after being away for so long and this is what I get?” 

You drop the gun in shock, staring at Chuuya like he was a ghost. The red aura around him fades and he catches the falling bullet you’d just shot at him casually. 

“Can’t be mad, though, at least I know you can protect yourself, yeah?” He laughs loudly at your rushed ‘I’msosorryohmygods’ and easily picks you up, “Don’t worry, doll. Didn’t even leave a scratch. Love the outfit, by the way, where on earth did you get it?” 

You give him a disbelieving smile, hands cradling his face softly, “I can’t believe I just shot at this pretty face,” you pout and pepper kisses everywhere, not stopping until the apples of his cheeks are practically glowing. 

“H-hey—!” Chuuya’s cut off by a real kiss, staggering slightly when his knees almost give out at the sensation. 

“Missed you s’much pretty boy. Was lonely without you.” 

His mouth tugs into a frown, reaching up to grasp your hand tightly and place a kiss on the back of it, “I’m sor-“ 

You interrupted with another kiss, “It’s okay, Chuu, I know it’s your job. Though next time I might be inclined to bully Mori into letting me come too.”

Chuuya let out another laugh, already imagining the scene, “I’d love to see it. Let’s both just stay here for a while, okay?” 

Dazai

He threw an actual fit when you had to go on a three week mission with a few of the others and refused to do any work since

His mood was a real bummer around the agency (though Atsushi tried his best to cheer him up everyday) 

While wallowing in self pity, though, it seems like he lost track of time 

“Dazai-saaaan!” Atsushi sounded like he’d just won the lottery, “I have something that’ll make you feel better!” 

Dazai did nothing but silently wave off the boy, grateful at the offer but feeling more miserable at the same time. 

“I mean, I can just go back if you don’t want me.” You watched him bolt up from his chair with amusement, opening your arms widely, “Come on then.” 

With no regard for height differences or his body weight, Dazai jumped at you, not even noticing how hard he smacked against the floor, “Belladonna! You’ve come back to me! I’m saved!” 

Despite his theatrics, you noticed his trembling and labored breathing, “Osamu,” you cooed sweetly, rubbing the crown of his head where he’d bumped it when you both fell down. 

He nuzzled deeper into your touch, whining when you moved to sit up. 

“Oh, you big baby-“ you cradled him once more, realizing you probably wouldn’t be able to get off the floor for a while. 

“Your big baby,” Dazai mumbled grumpily, invading all of your space until he was practically sitting in your lap, “I missed you.” 

The gentle smile on your face nearly sent him to the moon, “missed you too, ‘Samu.” And the soft kiss you gave him almost sent him into an early- happy - grave, “I love you.”

Fyodor

While you were not an actual member of the Decay of Angels, by proxy as Fyodor’s partner, you were basically an honorary member

Meaning you could lounge around base and go to meetings as much as you liked— the latter of which you were on your way to after discovering your boyfriend had just gotten back from his five week absence 

and no one told you. 

The doors slammed open, sending Sigma nearly 10 feet into the air, and making everyone else crane their heads around. 

Sending an apologetic look to the two-tone haired man, you continued on like you owned the place. 

Nikolai jumped up, ready to begin his usual antics, when you swiftly snatched his hat and swatted him upside the head with it, sending him dramatically reeling back into his chair. 

Your boyfriend watched in amusement, raising an eyebrow when you stopped just short of his reach, “Milaya.” 

“I don’t like you.” 

Many of the members choked on air at the clear disdain in your voice, not believing that someone was talking to Fyodor like that. 

“Is that so?” 

You pouted, making your bottom lip tremble for a little more flair, “Yes.” 

And despite knowing you were simply messing with him, he still didn’t like the glassy look in your eyes, “Come.” 

A bright smile quickly replaced the pout and you happily clamored in his lap, “You’re so mean to me, Fedya. Nik got to see you before me!” 

Fyodor chuckled, petting your head calmly, “Now, now.” His eyes twinkled when you basically purred at the affection, “None of that nonsense.” 

You kissed the corner of his mouth in retaliation, settling down in your rightful spot, “I’m going with you next time.” 

“You are?” 

“I am.”

[penkura]

Under the Mistletoe

Summary: The Heart Pirates try to get you and Shachi to celebrate the holidays under the mistletoe!

Note: I wanna kiss Shachi plssss

Note 2: Also tomorrow's is gonna be super self indulgent, hope you guys don't mind. 💚

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Just get them both and shove them under the mistletoe of course!”

Sighing, Penguin shakes his head at Ikkaku’s statement, though he knows that’s exactly that’s going to happen. It’s a good thing you and Shachi aren’t around to hear all of this, to learn your crewmates are going to do whatever they can this holiday season to get you together. Most of them who have noticed your mutual feelings have anxiously watched over the last few months to see if anything happened.

You haven’t been with the Heart Pirates for more than six months, but Shachi attached himself to you almost instantly, offering to show you around and teach you as much as he could when Law said he wanted someone to do so. You were nervous about the new place and all these new people, but with Shachi at your side you quickly overcame it and integrated into the crew easily. Ikkaku watched you closely when it was just you and Shachi together, leading her to fully believe there’s something there neither of you will admit yet.

A few times Shachi has tried to ask you out but backed down at the last second, you’ve leaned more into him, especially when the Polar Tang approached colder waters, Ikkaku watching and swearing to Penguin that you two are almost there. You just need one more push, she’s sure of it.

“Ikkaku, what if we just, you know,” Penguin shrugs, not sure how to word it, “Let it go and let them handle it.”

“Cause Shachi looks just as nervous as she did her first day here! He’s not going to make a move, so we need to do it for them!”

Although he does get it and agrees (only a little), Penguin still thinks you two should be left alone to handle whatever feelings you may have for each other. But he also knows Shachi like the back of his hand, and it makes him sigh before nodding.

“All right…how are we gonna do this?”

“I’m so glad you asked!”

~~

Penguin still isn’t sure about this, but he’s trusting Ikkaku and her plan. She’s got everyone set where she wants them for the party that night, the only people not involved are you, Shachi, and Law, since your captain wants nothing to do with this scheme. He’s of the same mind Penguin is, so Law ignores everyone getting into place with a roll of his eyes.

You’ve bene helping Hakugan in the kitchen most of the day while Shachi has been watching the navigation systems with Bepo, you two haven’t really been around each other much that day. Neither of you knows anything about what your crewmates have planned, though it’s very simple.

Ikkaku is going to meet Shachi when he and Bepo start heading to the party, moving him along faster while Uni starts talking to you about the known plans for the night, he’s going to start leasing you towards the doorway where Jean Bart has fixed up the mistletoe that someone bought on the last island for tonight. Once you’re both close enough, your friends are going to shove you both under it, Penguin is supposed to be the one to point it out and, for Ikkaku, hopefully cause you two to kiss.

She’s sure it’s fool proof, especially when her end starts to go well. She meets with Shachi and Bepo, talking with them as they head towards the common area. Ikkaku grins to herself when she sees you walking towards the doorway with Uni, she moves into just the right spot to push Shachi forward at the same time Uni does to you, only it’s a bit early and you almost fall face first to the ground.

Luckily Shachi moves fast enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

“Hey, be careful!” Shachi gives you a smile that you return, nodding at him, “Don’t need you to see Captain for a patching up before the party!”

“W-Well…” sighing, you sheepishly lift your hand that wrapped in a bloodied towel and Shachi almost goes pale, “Already on the way there! Knife slipped and I stabbed myself, Hakugan helped me stop the bleeding but I need Captain to check it.”

“I’ll go with you!”

He tries not to rush you out and towards Law, but does it anyway, making sure to keep your hand up so the bleeding doesn’t start again. Shachi apologizes if he’s hurting you at all and Ikkaku let’s out a frustrated sigh once you’re both gone.

“Damn it, that’s so unfair.”

Penguin laughs at her and the others when they look so disappointed, even as Ikkaku kicks him.

~~

“You know, you two should just tell everyone already.”

You and Shachi both tilt your heads at Law’s statement, confused by what he means. You got away with very few stitches in your hand, your captain said you were lucky but there must be something about the holidays and injuries since this has happened before with others.

“That you’re dating. Ikkaku-ya was trying to get you two to kiss tonight.”

“What?”

“In front of the whole crew.”

“Oh, lord.”

Shachi’s face goes red while you roll your eyes with a sigh. You hadn’t really wanted this out yet quite yet, but if there’s going to be plans to force you and Shachi into romantic situations, it might be about time, even though the whole thing is still new to the both of you as well. The only ones who know are Law and Penguin, the latter keeping it to himself even with all of Ikkaku’s planning.

You were thinking about telling her soon, but you’re not sure about it at the moment.

“Sorry, Captain,” Shachi gets over his embarrassment quickly and puts an arm around your shoulders to lead you out of the office, “We’ll talk about it so you’re not involved in this stuff again!”

“Sure, whatever.”

It makes you giggle lightly, hugging him around the waist once you’re out of Law’s office.

“I’m still surprised no one has figured it out.”

“Right?” Shachi leans down just enough to kiss your forehead, “I thought maybe Penguin would’ve told them by now, but he’s been great at keeping it secret.”

“I’ve got a great idea then,” you step up on your tiptoes just enough to kiss his nose, making him giggle at you, “Why don’t we go stand under the mistletoe for a bit and make Ikkaku’s plan work?”

“Sounds good to me~”

[sitkowski]

you are my truest feeling yet ( nicholas ruffilo x noah sebastian )

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ soft boys in love, making out, handjobs, spitting (can you spit in a soft way?), car sex, semi-public sex, come eating. word count: 2.1k author's note: more riptide boys again, but the nicky and noah version. this is set before the most recent jolly and folio one. title comes from "sunshine riptide" by fall out boy. divider by @saradika-graphics ☀️

⇉ masterpost || taglist signups || riptide verse masterpost

“Look, I’ve already done everything you need, why are you staring at me like that?”

Nicholas is halfway down the hall when he hears Noah’s voice carrying from the living room. It’s so sudden that it makes him stop for a second, tilting his head to listen. As far as he knew, they were home alone.

“Oh come on, blink or something? What are you…okay, we’re doing this then, fine.”

When Nicholas finally peeks around the corner at the end of the hallway, he sees Noah reclined on the sofa and Lydia is laying on his chest in full loaf mode, staring into Noah’s soul. He can help but grin as he walks further into the room. “Should I be jealous?”

“Should I be scared? She won’t stop staring at me. I didn’t do anything but fill the food bowl and maybe tell her she was pretty. Once, only once.”

“Once is all it takes, isn’t that how you landed me?” Nicholas teases, and Noah flips him off. “I think you’re her favorite now.”

It amuses him how after all this time, Noah is still surprised that the cats like him. And yet, he’ll find Noah explaining television shows to Jerry, or singing songs to Dave when he doesn’t think Nicholas is listening in. He talks to them like they’re people, and if Nicholas hadn’t been in love with him before, that certainly would have sealed the deal for him. Noah’s relationship with Lydia seems to be one of bafflement at her affection for him, but he’s the one who’s got a dopey smile on his face as she kneads her paws into his shirt, both of them as content as ever.

“Hey, do you trust me?” Noah asks suddenly.

Nicholas crouches down on the floor beside the sofa. He reaches out to scratch Lydia beneath her chin and she stretches a paw out, claws dangerously close to Noah’s face. “There isn’t a day I haven’t trusted you, sunshine.”

He can see the way that the words warm something in Noah, and he doesn’t think to ask why he brought it up. But Nicholas answered without hesitation, the trust they’ve built in each other since they got together, even before that, it’s something that he could never be unsure of.

“Will you go somewhere with me?” Noah asks.

It would probably be pointless to tell him that even after being all over the world with him, he’d still go anywhere he asked him to without question. Gently extracting Lydia from Noah’s chest, he gets up and deposits her on the cat tree by the window, before turning to look back at him. “Where are we going?”

He doesn’t get his answer right away. But it’s not the first time he’s gotten into a car with Noah with no answers or a real destination in mind. He’s spent more than his fair share of time in a passenger seat watching Noah, and watching him has always been one of his favorite things. It feels like aimless driving for a while, until the car turns down a dirt road that winds up into the hills. The area scratches a familiar itch in his mind, but he just keeps watching out the windshield. When the car came to a stop at the top of the hill, overlooking the cliffs and the town below, it struck him where they were.

Reaching over, he swatted Noah on the shoulder. “Did you bring me to park?”

“First of all, who calls it parking anymore?” Noah swats him back, before cutting the engine. “Just because this is the first place we ever hooked up that doesn’t mean that’s what I brought you here for.”

“The first—wait, really?”

It hits him then, that it is. They weren’t even together yet, but they’d driven out here one night still riding the adrenaline of a local show. They slept up there that night, leaving the back doors of the van open and watching the sun come up the next morning. It would be a little while longer before they got their shit together, but Nicholas could close his eyes and remember the way that Noah looked sleeping on his chest with the sunrise giving him just enough light to see.

Now, he watches as Noah gets out of the car, and he can help but follow him. He’ll always follow him, he tells himself, anywhere Noah wants to go. They lean against the hood of the car, the sun still high enough in the sky that Nicholas sees everything.

“We’re about to play a show with Linkin Park,” he points out, emphasizing the name, and he sees the way Noah’s trying to fight the giddy smile. “Linkin fucking Park.”

“Linkin fucking Park,” Noah agrees.

“Did you think we’d ever be doing—”

He doesn’t even get the chance to finish asking before Noah’s nodding. “It’s probably conceited to say yes, right? But you and me? Folio and Jolly? I never doubted we’d be here.”

The confidence in Noah’s voice, after everything they’d recently been through with the show cancellations and the break, it makes something squeeze in Nicholas’ chest. Because he gets to see Noah like this, bright and excited. Living out their dreams together.

“So, does playing this show top your birthday?”

He’s only asking him that question to see the way that Noah blushes, and he hangs his head as if his hair is long enough to hide the pink staining his cheeks or the smile on his face. He fully intends to bring it up whenever he wants to get Noah all flustered like this. “Ask me after the show.”

“Last show of the year,” Nicholas says, and he reaches over and slots his fingers through Noah’s. “You good with that?”

Noah nods immediately, squeezing his hand. Nicholas knows that the answer would be different six months ago, but he can see how good this has been for him, for all of them. He thinks about dragging Noah away somewhere warm and sunny for the rest of the year, just the two of them.

“You and me,” Noah repeats, and Nicholas glances up at him. “We were always gonna be here too, you know?”

It’s impossible for Nicholas to hear that and not feel his heart thud in his chest. Noah’s been his for a long time, longer than either of them would admit, but to hear him sound just as sure of that, it’s everything to him. Still, he can’t help but tease him a little.

“When you say here, you mean parked at a makeout spot watching the sun set?”

He thinks that Noah will smile and blush again, but he turns so that he’s standing in front of Nicholas, hands braced on the hood of the car on either side of him. And he’s seen every expression possible on Noah’s face over the years that they’ve known each other, but still the look of pure seriousness on his face makes him think that something could be wrong, that he’s about to drop some kind of emotional bomb on him. He should know better by now though, that he knows Noah better than anyone ever could.

“I love you,” Noah says. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I couldn’t imagine being here without you, you know? So yeah, here. At this moment. And yeah, watching the sun set in the spot where I realized I was gonna keep you forever.”

Nicholas groans and presses his forehead against Noah’s sternum, taking a breath. “You romantic asshole. Get in the back seat, right now.”

Noah practically giggles, and Nicholas pushes him towards the car. They tumble into the back seat, Noah sprawled out on his back with Nicholas crawling in on top of him. Somehow, they manage to fit in entirely, Noah’s long legs half folded up behind Nicholas. The second the car door closes, his hands fist in Nicholas’ shirt and one of his knees slides between his thighs. He pulls as if he can get him closer than they already are, his forehead pressing into Nicholas’.

He isn’t sure how long they just press into each other, kissing as if they have all the time in the world. Despite the friction that Nicholas gets from the the leg between his, he’s in no rush while Noah is whining against him, nipping at his bottom lip.

“I love how needy you get,” he murmurs against Noah’s mouth. He reaches down to grasp Noah’s chin, pulling back just enough to be able to meet his eyes in the dying light. “Why don’t you tell me what you need right now, now that you’ve got me back here?”

“I want—”

“No, sweet boy,” Nicholas cuts him off, leaning back. “What do you need?”

Noah lets out a noise that sounds decidedly frustrated, because that’s not usually how this goes. Nicholas normally asks him what he wants, what he deserves. Being asked what he needs in this moment must be a new feeling and he can see the way that he’s wracking his mind for an answer that could be considered right.

“I need your hands on me,” Noah decides after what feels like forever.

Nicholas can work with that. He moves back further, leaning into Noah’s knees as he reaches down and pulls at the waistband of his pants. He helps as much as he can, lifting up from the seat so Nicholas can get his pants and underwear down out of the way. Noah’s almost fully hard in his familiar grasp and he tips his head down over him, gathering spit in his mouth and letting it drip down over his fingers and the head of Noah’s cock. He hears a startled moan above him and raises his eyes to find Noah watching him. Mouth twisting into a smirk, Nicholas starts dragging his hand up and back down, reveling in the way he fights to stretch himself out because there isn’t enough room for that. He looks like he’s trying to decide between the feel of Nicholas’ hand working him over or being able to sprawl like he normally does when he’s like this.

Nicholas makes the decision for him, using his free hand to reach back and pop open the door. He curls himself over Noah’s body, swallowing the relieved noise he lets out when he stretches beneath him. The cool night air seeps in around them, and he feels Noah shiver beneath him. He keeps his touch light and careful, almost teasing. Noah buries his hands in his hair and gasps against his mouth, unable to move much with Nicholas sitting on him the way he is.

“Are you sure you only need my hand, Noah?” Nicholas asks, amusement in his voice.

Noah nods rapidly, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. He tries to push Nicholas up enough to see between them, but the only light there is now comes from the dim overhead in the car. It’s not enough, but Nicholas likes the idea that Noah can’t see the way he’s touching him, but he can feel it. It takes him a second to realize that Noah’s speaking to him and he finally leans back a little. His hand never stops moving.

“What’s that, sunshine?”

“I need to touch you too, Nicky, please?”

He wants to say yes, but something makes him change his mind. He leans down, kisses Noah’s throat, and then shakes his head. “I want to wait until we’re home, okay? This is just for you.”

Noah whines, obviously disappointed that he won’t be able to return the favor right away, but he nods eventually, tipping his head back into the door. His hands grab at any part of Nicholas that he can reach.

"I'm gonna make you come," he promises and Noah whines again. Nicholas works him at a rougher pace, the sound loud in the back seat, but not as loud as Noah's breathing. "And then you're gonna take me home and do whatever you want with me."

"Need," Noah gasps out, squeezing his eyes shut. "Nicky, please!"

He spills over Nicholas’ hand, hips twitching until he���s got to wrap a hand around his wrist and pull Nicholas away. Instead of letting go right away, he pulls Nicholas’ hand up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. He taps Nicholas’ thigh so he’ll lift up and he can fix his clothes. Nicholas starts to back out of the car, but Noah grabs onto his shirt, pulling him down.

“Why don’t you stay here for a minute?” he says and Nicholas smiles, kissing him softly.

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kinktober day vii. OVERSTIMULATION – jonathan crane

word count: ~800 tags: bondage, sex toys, s/m masterlist | ao3

“Come on, you can’t be tired already, (Y/N),” Jonathan’s words were distant as he held a small, barely buzzing vibrator against your clit, “You’ve only orgasmed 3 times if you’ve counted truthfully.”

You know he didn’t really expect you to respond in your condition, but you still tried with a broken whine.

For the past hour, Dr. Jonathan Crane has been teasing and playing with you, all while you’re strapped to your shared bed by the arms and legs. He loved seeing you like this, pliant and supine, as he always told you. A toy, a plaything he would experiment with various items and techniques on. You loved every second of it, even if it ended up in your being sore for a week straight.

He always took great care in helping you heal though, using the best methods available to heal your bruises or cuts. Jonathan wasn’t a cruel man, at least not to you. Hopelessly sadistic, yes; evil, no.

You clench weakly around the plug in your hole while he moves the overused toy away from your clit. Jonathan returns with a much longer vibrator, one that reaches the most delicious part inside of you. You bite your lip weakly as he prods it against your entrance– he hadn’t entered you once the entire evening, so this was a very welcome sensation. Your eyes, lidded, gaze at him as he analyzes each and every reaction you so lovingly gave him.

Jonathan’s expression was unreadable as he turned the toy to its lowest setting, even as your back arched instantaneously. The feeling of relief you felt as he entered you with the rather long vibrator was indescribable– it just felt right. The tremors it was creating within you, even at its lowest, were delicious and you couldn’t help but beg for more.

“Jonny, please…” 

Even those two words were barely understood by him, but he got the message loud and clear, “There’s my good girl.”

He turns it up, per your vague request, and your eyes shut tightly at the sensations it was creating. You mewl at the pleasure as he thrusts it shallowly within you, not yet reaching the area it was built to.

“You look perfect like this, (Y/N),” Jonathan hums, cocking his head as the toy hits a particularly pleasurable spot inside of you. “All fucked out of your mind.”

Nodding mindlessly, you try your best to angle your hips so it can that familiar spot again and again, and he allows you to do so. His movements were calculated, compiled from months of studying your body and its various reactions to his touch– he knew how to make you fall apart and was, thus, addicted to it.

The toy rubs against that part inside of you, and Jonathan moves it to practically bruise your soft walls. You thrash against the restraints, something you’ve done enough in the past hour to redden your ankles and wrists– you were close again.

“Jon– fuck– ‘m close, please, God!”

He laughs at your high-pitched plea and it only makes you whine further into the pleasure, “I haven’t even changed the setting, dear. Are you really that sensitive now?”

As if on command, he ups the vibrations by one, and you feel your mind go white as your entire body spasms– as much as it can, with the restraints. The orgasm overtook you like no other, it was beyond painful but you couldn’t help but moan the loudest you had that night.

Your eyes were shut the whole time, but you knew Jonathan’s eyes were nowhere else but on you. As you ride out the final sparks of your release, he slowly moves the vibrator out of you, and onto your clit. You choke on a gasp at the stimulation– it was searing hot, on the cusp of being too much. The noises you made were unintelligible, even you didn’t know what you were saying, but it was mostly a flurry of curses.

Jonathan cooed at you as he lowered the setting back down to a base level, “Come on, you can do it for me again, can’t you? Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

There was really no choice in the matter, you were already orgasming again by the end of his sentence. Your release was the biggest yet– it wettened not only the bedspread beneath your thighs but the front of Jonathan’s shirt. You were beyond inebriated from the pleasure, only sobering when he removed both the vibrator and the plug in your ass– slowly, so as to not cause any more harm, but you still whined beyond belief.

Your eyes squint open, gazing upon the heavily breathing man before you. His eyes glinted with something you hadn’t seen outside of his place of work: a very specific kind of sadistic pleasure, only dampened by some sense of satisfaction.

“My perfect little one,” Jonathan moves to crawl on top of you, unzipping his pants quickly, “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

[cassandrarebornanew]

The Misfits pt2

cod x reader

2K words

Mild swearing, mentions of violence @harley101399

I played a bit with the formatting, so let me know what you think!

Enjoy :D

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Bang

“Reload!”

Click

Click

“Fire!”

Bang

“Fire!”

Bang

Ghost huffs a breath, impressed at the way you all move so cohesively. Price chuckles. 

“This is what I want from you buggers. For ya to actually listen to what I say.” 

“Good luck, Cap” is Soap’s only reply.

They watch the five of you shoot the targets again and again, all of you with impressive accuracy. Scope is leading in that regard, with you hot on her heels. The rest aren’t that far behind, but it’s clearly not their area of expertise. It has been a long few weeks of training, using a variety of weapons and attack styles, everyone trying to show their skills to the others. You step up to each and every challenge, just like the rest of your team, but you (as always) do it with ease, as if you’d been training for a hundred years specifically for this. You push yourself and those around you to heights that no one thought possible. Ghost’s pretty sure that some records have been broken so far, the majority by you - not that he’d say anything about that to your face. As the five of you finish up, your score tallies, and your team have a slightly higher total than the 141. Despite grumblings that there’s a fifth person on your team, and therefore it doesn’t count, you decide to take the win anyway. 

“Anything else you want to look at Price?” He considers your question, before shaking his head. “Alright then team, you know what time it is.”

Most of them groan, knowing exactly what you mean. You turn to the rather confused task force, before explaining that every time you do any training, there’s a mandatory stretching session after. It helps loosen and strengthen muscles, keep up flexibility, and reduce stress, all of which you need in this line of work.

“Want to join us?” You offer. Despite Jester vehemently shaking his head behind you, they hesitantly agree, and you all march off back to the gym. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Soap is sure that he can feel muscles where muscles shouldn’t be, and from the looks of it, his team are equally struggling. Jester shakes his head. “I tried to warn you, ya know? Every time this happens, the newbies feel like they’ve been run over, and look it too. They’re a real menace sometimes.” You chuckle at the strange but true analogy, before wiping your face with a towel. The 141 can’t help but notice how the rest of your team clearly felt the stretching, but it didn’t affect them nearly as much. You, on the other hand, had contorted yourself into some terrifying positions, and yet you are now walking around as if it was nothing. The way your body twisted, how your muscles flexed to keep you stable, the look of concentration on your face - they noticed all this and more. And, yes, it was hot, but it was also very impressive. Their curiosity is hitting an all time high, and they quiz you at every opportunity during dinner. Yet somehow, like the past two weeks, you methodically and expertly evade every attempt at discovering something personal. While they know a fair bit about your interactions with others, anything before the formation of your team is an absolute mystery, and it annoys the hell out of them. The frustration is vented and well expressed that night in the barracks: how the hell can someone be so secretive? 

“Not even Lt’s that bad! Come on, we at least knew your name when you joined us. Crazy.” Gaz mutters, rearranging his pillows for the umpteenth time. 

“I hate to say it, but he’s right. I did keep it vague, but you got some answers, whereas this one’s telling us fat nothin. Look. I hate to be the one to say it, and they seem real capable, and haven’t given us any bad signs, but can we really trust ‘em? I can’t help but feel like they’re holding out on us.” Everyone pauses to think about what Ghost said. Price sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. 

“I dunno Si, but I don’t think we have a choice on this one. The mission’s tomorrow, ok, so let’s just get it done and get them out the way. They’re too much of a distraction.” That last bit was mumbled rather quieter than everything else, but despite that, the rest of the team heard it, and agreed.

“Yeah. Let’s just get it over with.”

Tightening the straps of your uniform, you slowly and methodically attach all your weapons, before triple checking that your shirt is the specific one that doesn’t burn when you use your magic. You check up on your team again, and make sure the 141 haven’t got any new news or changes in the plan. As you all make your way over to the cars, the tension becomes palpable. Before every mission the mood will darken: that’s a fact. It suddenly occurs to the others that they could easily die out there, that this may be their final moments. Silence as you climb into the trucks, silence as you drive. Keeping an eye out for landmarks as you approach your destination, you stop just before a ridge, pulling over and getting out. As Jester cloaks himself and sneaks over the ridge, Ghost hides in the shadows and goes the other way. A few minutes pass and they come back. After a brief discussion of what they saw, you all decide to stick with the plan. There seems to be a gap in the security; it’s small, but it’s there, and hopefully you can use it to sneak in. Minutes crawl by as you move slowly over towards the window of opportunity, inching closer and closer. The fence is within reaching distance now, and Price uses his fire to heat the wire. One of his claws extends, and he slowly drags it down, cutting the links of the fence. Peeling it back, they start to crawl through. Any active magic from your part will trigger an alarm, notifying everyone that you’re here, so you’re keeping it to a minimum until necessary. Gaz is the last one through, but just as he’s halfway clear, his wings get stuck in the fence and he has to stop. You dash out from where you’re all hiding, hurriedly pulling the feathers free. The security guards are going to round the corner in a few seconds, and you can’t be seen. Hearts racing, you finally get the last one free and yank him through, practically throwing him at the others. You hurriedly bend the metal back into what you hope will hide the hole in it, before sprinting over and chucking yourself around the corner at the last minute. You all tense as the security guards pass, chatting away blissfully. Taking deep breaths to steady your heart rates, you make eye contact with Gaz and signal to ask him if he’s ok. One shaky nod and a dismissed thank you later, you can finally move on. Sneaking as best you can, Scope peels off in one direction to get into position, and Jester a few minutes later. Despite stopping every few minutes to hide from the oncoming guards, you all make relative headway, nearing the labs step by step. Jester finally calibrates the necessary machinery, allowing your comms to listen in on the chatter in the room you’re aiming for. Through the mix of scientific lingo and bubbling chemicals, you can discern the noises of four guards, shifting around the room and keeping an eye on the scientists. It’s hard to tell how many scientists are in there, but it seems to be somewhere between twelve and fifteen. Arctic and Crux, Ghost and Jonny, Price and Gaz, all heading in their separate directions. The plan is to flank the guards, allowing them no time to react or hurt anyone. A countdown, before you burst through the doors, and take down the guard whose back is to you. Hitting the back of his head hard, and yanking his knees out from under him, and letting him hit the floor hard. Looking up, you grin at the scientists.

“Heya folks. We’re here to get you out. Please follow us.”

You’ve nearly made it to the cars. The rest of your team have split from you, stopping any guards from getting too close, and tying up loose ends. You move as fast as you can, slinking through the hallways with urgency. The scientists follow as quietly as they can, but you can’t help but wince at every creak and mumbled word. You’re all meant to rendezvous at the trucks, and get the civilians out asap. Helping them scramble up the hill and over the ridge, you hop over just as the alarms go off. Tuning your earpiece, you call for your team. The 141 are all here, as well as the scientists, but your four are nowhere to be seen. You know that they were meant to meet you here, as they had split off a while ago, but the sooner they arrive, the sooner you get out. You tell yourself that you’re imagining the pit in your stomach, the nagging instinct that something is wrong, even as you are met with nothing more than static and radio silence. With the scientists in the truck that’s being driven away by another agent, the 141 gather around you, listening to your one sided conversation.

“Misfits, come in. Misfits, this is Thanatos, do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?” 

You call their code names, switch onto the private channel, calling them over and over. Eventually, Price puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. 

“M sorry, but they can’t hear you.”

“What do you wanna do?” Soap asks, cocking his head in a concerned manner. You don’t reply straight away, thinking out your possible options. Static bursts through your earpiece, and you open up comms again. 

“Misfits, are you there?”

“Hello Thanatos.”

The 141 watch as a shadow passes over your face. This is the first time they have seen you and you aren’t smiling, and it’s terrifying.

“You have something of mine.”

“Do I?”

Everyone listens in horror as Arctic’s voice can be heard faintly.

“Don’t!

Don’t           we’re fine RUN!”

A loud blow, and he falls silent. 

“You’re right, I think I do.

Want them back?”

You don’t say anything, hoping that whoever has your team will let something slip.

“No? 

even if you did,

do you think

you would get them back 

sane?

However long it takes you to plan will be 

too long.”

Suddenly you’re smiling again. Not for joy, but because you’ve found a weak point. A predatory grin, sharpening your features. Deciding to play into it, you speak, not needing to fake the slight tremor in your voice.

“How much time do I have?”

  “Don’t be a

fool.    Not enough time.

I  will     break     them.

I have heard  about you.

I hear you’re  strong.  Not strong  enough.

But please.  Try to save   them.

I would like to watch you  fail.  Fall.    Die trying.”

“You’re kind of stupid aren’t you?” You can practically hear them fume, clearly not the expected reaction. “I’ll get them back. And people will die. But not me. Not them. You. I’m coming for my team. And I’m coming for your head. Start praying.” You yank out your earpiece, chucking it to Ghost before turning back towards the facility. 

“Wait! What are you doing?” 

You stop before turning back towards them slightly. 

“You heard what I did, right? They have my team, and I’m getting them back.” You turn fully, and they tense when they see your eyes start to glow an electric blue. 

“No

    matter

            what.”

[roeroe-world]

teach me.

starring: elindasan as shanice, devante swing as himself

set in 1993.

warning: not much plot, detailed smut, mentions of drugs, use of profanity

The lights in the musician’s home studio were dim as per usual. A clad of unique instruments of different colors, shapes, and sizes were displayed neatly within the spacious area. Being a part of the successful R&B band, Jodeci, means there were a lot of accolades. Gold and platinum records hung on the walls, showcasing the quartet’s hardwork and dedication.

Mistakenly, the young woman’s manicured index finger hits the wrong piano key. A snort is heard from her as she attempts to play the notes yet again. Her dainty hands pressed against the piano keys smoothly, finally playing the melody her boyfriend had been trying to teach her for the past two hours.

“There you go, baby.” DeVante sends her a nod of approval.

On this specific day, Shanice decided she wanted to learn to play the piano. Her boyfriend being a musician was a perk because he could literally teach her to play any instrument. But it wasn’t easy.

It takes a lot of patience when it comes to Shanice. She isn’t a fast learner like he is or wanted her to be. If she wasn’t his girlfriend, he would’ve given up before they even started.

Thinking she’d got it, unexpectedly, she hit the wrong key. A loud, abrupt sound meeting their eardrums, resulting in the couple to cringe. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, mentally thanking himself for smoking a blunt before returning home. “…Shanice, Shanice…” DeVante was growing impatient. “We’ll continue tomorrow. Aight?”

“Baby, I want to do this now.” She whines similar to a child earning a heavy sigh.

“Shanice, I just got home from the studio. I been working all day. I’m high, tired, and hungry.”

Despite possessing an at home studio, DeVante would work at another recording studio. He worked with a plethora of other artists so he couldn’t invite just anyone in his home anymore especially given that Shanice moved in a year ago.

With an eye roll, “You used that same excuse last time. To this day, you still haven’t really taught me to play your electric guitar.” She was gaining an attitude and so was he. Both were highly frustrated. “I know how busy you are but the least you can do is teach me the piano. Come on, D.”

His deep hazel orbs pierced into her direction, sending her a look infused with irritation and annoyance. She was a beautiful woman whom sure could work his nerves. Though, DeVante couldn’t help but think how funny life can be.

Shanice began to work as a receptionist at Uptown Records in ‘91. Her looks and hourglass frame garnered much attention from the male artists yet she never gave either of them a chance. He thought his chances were slim to none as well so he wrote a ballad inspired by her titled, Come And Talk To Me. If he couldn’t say it then he’ll write a song about it.

Before the track was released and became a worldwide hit, he let her listen and the expression etched across her captivating canvas read nothing but pure amazement. “Wow…” was all she could say.

A proud smirk was etched across his pink lips, “What you think?”

“I loved it.” She replied, fighting her smile.

He finally gained the courage to do what he’d been aching to do for the longest. “…love it enough to let me take you out?”

And so she did.

Two years later, here they were. Still a couple and living together. At times, he couldn’t believe he had ‘the fine receptionist’ in his bed. She was still as fine as ever and she was still his. He knew some of the guys at the label envied him because she was on his arm. He didn’t give a fuck.

Their relationship hasn’t always been perfect. Sometimes they were on, sometimes they were off. His feelings for her never changed in the midst of their issues. He loved her and he couldn’t say that for all of the women he’d been romantically involved with.

After moments of contemplating, “Aight. Imma show you one last time.” His plate in the microwave was calling his name. ��This ain’t something you can learn overnight, baby.” He shoots her an arrogant wink.

Shanice’s dark brown swirling irises observed him lifting his arms to plant his long and thick crooked fingers against the keys to create a beautiful melody. The way he played the piano— any instrument was effortless. He could write, produce, play instruments, and sing. He was a genius in her eyes. DeVante inspired her in more ways than one and he didn’t even know it.

Observing his fingers closely, she began to scan the side of canvas. His eyelids were shut as his head moved from side to side, indicating that he was becoming engrossed in the melody he curated.

DeVante was a very talented man and on top of that, gorgeous. He had it going on. Women went crazy over him and she saw why, she saw it every day. She wakes up with him. Shanice was living every girl’s dream.

She too was engrossed… but it was for something else.

“D…” The young woman began, her tone of voice dropping and transitioning into sultry. Her left dainty hand sliding across his thigh to grip his member through his dark sweats.

Instantly, the musician stops what he’s doing. The moment his head turns in her direction, she plants a plethora of loving pecks against his lips. His masculine hands sliding along her back while hers gripped each side of his captivating canvas. Soon the pecks grew into a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing around one another’s harmoniously.

Shanice climbed onto his lap, her clothed wetness grinding against his hardened clothed member in a circular motion.

The musician disconnects their lips, “You ever made love against a piano?”

“Unh, unh.” She smiles brightly, her fingers twirling his little curls. They’ve made love countless of times, in many places, some strange. But on a piano? Never.

“Let’s change that.”

In a swift movement, he lifts her upward by her thick thighs as he stands to his feet and sits the beauty on top of the instrument. Her top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip, watching her boyfriend slide her panties along her smooth glowing chocolate legs. His hazel irises darkening in arousal at the sight of how wet she was and he barely even touched her.

Lustfully, she watches his tall frame lower between her widened legs. His arms wrapping around her thick thighs so she couldn’t run. Shanice was trapped into his tight embrace.

DeVante didn’t have to touch her for her to get turned on. All he had to do was give her that look and she would melt, willing to do any and everything in an instant. He had her wrapped around his finger and so did she. No matter how many arguments and fights they’d get into, they would never leave each other alone.

Soft and wet.

That’s how she felt in his mouth. Her taste was sweet like honey, essence dripping along his chin. “Mm,” His baritone groans against the woman, earning a plethora of soft moans before her lips widened growing speechless as two of his crooked fingers entered her warm walls.

“Shit, D…” Her manicured left hand grips his box fade as the other held onto the edge of the large black piano for balance. The musician was making her melt, inside and out, especially in his mouth.

“That’s it. Gimme more, baby.” His soaked fingers skillfully digging in and out of the woman’s tightness. He sucked, licked and kissed as if it was his most prized possession.

Shanice’s juices were never ending. DeVante’s hunger quickly diminished as she fed him, slowly grinding herself against his beautiful face. Her jaw agape, completely speechless. He was eating her like he hadn’t eaten in days, though, it had been hours since he’s had a meal.

Clearly, Shanice was his meal for now.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He never could. Her taste, her show-stopping love faces, her moans, the way her juicy lips would fall open as that little squeaky sound passed her throat. DeVante lived for every single moment of pleasuring his woman.

His piercing light orbs staring a hole into hers while she stared downward in his direction, perfectly arched eyebrows furrowing together while she threw her head backward occasionally. At times, her eyes would roll to the back of her skull, giving him a clear indication of how well of a job he’s doing.

“Fuck..” She releases the pent up sensation within her stomach without warning.

Smirking, he stands to his feet, “We not done yet.” Their eye contact intense. Though he could tell her orgasm left her a bit exhausted.

Soon, every single article of their clothing were on the floor. They were kissing on one another’s tattoos as DeVante gave her deep, breathtaking strokes. The sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and loud moans filled the musician’s spacious home studio.

“Look at me.” Gaining a tight grip onto her neck, he forces her attention on him. His deep voice meeting her eardrums immediately results in the young woman’s top row of pearly whites to dig into her bottom lip.

Her right leg upon his shoulder for more access, diving deeper much to her pleasure. She was in complete bliss, speechless. Glossy eyeballs peering upward at her man as he fucked her so good. His thick, long member always hit spots that left her eyes rolling to the back of her skull and screaming to the most high.

The feeling of her warm walls hugging his phallus drove him mad, his strokes grew increasingly rougher. As speechless as DeVante was making her, the pace of his hips were making her grow more vocal. She was growing louder and louder, screaming to the top of her lungs. Luckily, they were alone in their shared spacious luxurious mansion.

“You feel so good, baby…” He groans, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers.

“You too,” A helpless moan escaping her lips, caressing the skin of his back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… ouu, fuck!” Shanice bends backward, back shivering at the coldness of the top of the piano as she laid against the instrument, taking him like a good girl. Her dainty manicured hands gripping her breasts, a fucked out expression etched across her canvas.

“D, ah…” The beauty loses her train of thought, completely and solely lost on the fact that his dick was diving in and out of her. He was so hard, long enough to hit that well needed gummy spot that left her legs shaking.

“Make a mess. Yeah, just like that, sexy.” His deep baritone encouraged her as she squirted uncontrollably, juices spilling along his pelvic area. She was so wet that she was dripping down his legs.

A plethora of high-pitched whines passed her widened lips and DeVante’s top row of pearly whites embedded into his bottom lip, observing the woman lying in front of his standing frame losing her mind. Her large breasts bounced intensely along with each stroke, her gushiness curating a prominent macaroni sound.

Shanice could feel him pulsating inside of her walls, indicating that he was close. “Gimme your babies, D.” Their eyes connected and the minute it did, the couple never looked away from one another. “I want every drop inside of me— shit—”

He knew that she wasn’t thinking clearly but he took what she said seriously.

“I love you, baby…” He breathes heavily, meaning every word he said.

“I— I love you so much. Hmm…” She drags out, eyelids shutting in pure pleasure before admiring the sight of where their intertwined bodies met. “Shit. I love this dick.”

Shanice was drunk off of the musician’s dick, letting out raunchy moans and pornographic screams before releasing yet again without warning. Meanwhile, DeVante’s pink lips hung open slightly as he focused on her reaction. Though, she’d gotten hers already… he wasn’t going to stop whether she liked it or not.

“Fuck…” He curses aloud, feeling his orgasm approaching. His strokes grew rougher and rougher earning several helpless whimpers.

“D… oh yes… come. Just come for me.” As encouraged, he did and spilled every single drop of his semen inside of his girlfriend’s warm walls. Both of their bodies shook at the sensation, their mouths falling agape in ecstasy in unison.

Silence falls between the couple until DeVante breaks it, his nasally baritone speaking, “You can have as many piano lessons as you want.”

Smiling weakly, “Electric guitar too?” Hope filling her low tone of voice.

“Acoustic, electric, whatever. You name it, baby.”

In response, Shanice just giggles. She was ecstatic that he was finally going to teach her.

[marie-swriting]

I Cannot Afford To Lose You - Bucky Barnes

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Summary : You get shot on a mission, resulting in you almost dying in Bucky's arms.

Warnings : gunshot, gunshot wound, reader almost dies, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, John Walker, Bucky being protective, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3k

French version

A/N : this one shot was based on this request made by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains hope you'll like it ! Personally, I enjoyed writing it, your idea was really inspirational :)

You enter a dark room, your senses on alert, lying in wait for a potential threat with your batons in hands. You look at every side of the place when you see a shadow coming towards you. Just in time, you block the punch of the Flag Smasher with your weapon. Then, follow a fight between you and the masked woman. Despite the Supersoldier serum running in her veins, you can get through it pretty easily. Thanks to your training with Bucky, you can easily adapt to a fight with someone who has super strength. You succeed to hit her but not enough to knock her out. Your hits only made her lose her mask, allowing you to see she’s a woman in her early twenties. You keep fighting when a gunshot can be heard. Lowering your gaze on your stomach, you see blood. The Flag Smasher pushes you before running away while you fall on the ground. You bring your hand to your wound and try to put pressure on it, despite the pain.

“Y/N ? What was that ? You’re okay ?” Bucky’s worried voice asks in your earpiece. “Y/N !” he screams as he doesn’t hear an answer from you.

“I lost the target.” you articulate after a few seconds.

“I’ll handle it.” Sam informs, “Everything is good for you ?”

You don’t have the strength to answer him, too focused to not bleed out. You sweep the area with your eyes, hoping to find the shooter yet you see no one. You keep looking around, searching for something to help you, in vain. Your breath quickens when Buckys appears. A worried expression takes its place on his face when he runs to you. Before reaching you, you can hear him ordering Sam to call paramedics. Bucky kneels next to you, takes your hands away and puts pressure on your wound. Gradually, your eyelids are getting heavier so Bucky shakes you with one hand to keep you awake.

“I forbid you to fall sleep, you hear me ? Stay focused, Sam called for help, they’ll get there soon.”

“I’m tired.” you stutter, looking at him with difficulty.

“I know but you can’t close your eyes, okay ? You’re gonna make it out alive so stay awake.”

“Bucky, I-” you start putting your hand on his.

“No, shh,” he cuts you off softly, “focus on not closing your eyes. You’ll tell me what you want to say later. Hold on, Y/N, you’re gonna make it out alive.” he repeats whilst his hands are getting dirty with your blood.

You try to listen to Buky and do everything to not fall asleep however the more the time passes, the harder it gets. You slowly start to give up when the paramedics come to you. Distantly, you can hear Bucky screaming your name while you sink into darkness.

When you open your eyes, you feel attacked by the lightness of the place. You close them for a second before opening them again slowlier. When you’re finally used to the brightness, you analyse your environment and realise you’re in a hospital room. Your eyes fall on Bucky who is sitting next to you, his hands holding your right one and he’s lost in his thoughts. You lightly move your fingers to catch his attention. Feeling you moving, Bucky’s head instantly turns on his left. When he sees you awake, he sighs in relief before getting closer to you. With his left hand, he strokes your cheeks. 

“Hey, how are you feeling ?” he whispers.

“Like I got shot.” you say, trying to smile.

“At least, we know for sure we haven’t lost her.” Sam intervenes, making Bucky roll his eyes.

“Are you hurting somewhere ? Do you want me to call a nurse ? I should call a nurse to let her know you’re awake.”

“No need. The IV is still working.”

“It’d be safer and maybe they need to check something as you’re awake now.” your boyfriend insists while pressing the button to call the nurse.

“Worse than a mother hen.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” you order as you feel a pain in your belly even though you only laugh a little at their bickering.

“Sorry.” Sam apologises.

Bucky keeps looking at you as if he was afraid that if he looks away you’ll disappear. You look at him lovingly, hoping it’ll reassure him, confirming to him he hasn’t lost you. Meanwhile, Sam feels a little bit left out yet he can’t help but look at the scene tenderly, knowing very well what you mean to Bucky. 

Indeed, since you met the former Winter Soldier, you’ve always made sure he never misses anything. You helped, and still help him sometimes, to get used to the modern world and you’re one of the few shoulders he can cry on without feeling ashamed. Your feelings for each other got stronger gently and your relationship evolved at the same pace. Your bond is strong and indescribable. All that you both know is you can’t live without the other. Bucky in particular cannot lose you, not only because he loves you but also because you’re one of the rare constants in his life since he got his memory back. 

Someone knocks on your door, breaking your bubble by doing so. You get ready to greet a nurse when you find John Walker in his Captain America outfit and his helmet in hands. You frown, not expecting to see him here.

“John, what a pleasure !” Bucky starts, sarcastically, “Are you here to give the Shield back ?”

“Buck !” you reprimand him and he fakes an innocent expression.

“I just wanted to know how you were feeling.” John asks you, avoiding your gaze for a second.

“I’ll get by, considering I almost died.”

“About that, I wanted to apologise.”

“What are you talking about ?” you question, frowning. 

Although if you didn’t see who shot you, you guessed it was a Flag Smasher as your wound allowed your enemy to escape, until Sam caught her, so you don’t understand John's apology.

“I… I was targeting the Flag Smasher,” explain John, playing with his helmet, “but while you were fighting, you moved and I shot you by accident.”

Upon hearing the end of John’s sentence, Bucky sees red and lets go of your hand before trying to get to John. Sam barely holds him, preventing Bucky from breaking his therapist’s rule number two. John moves back to the door in case Sam wouldn’t be able to hold Bucky back anymore. Your boyfriend forces himself to not use all of his strength against Sam, he knows he’d be able to get away from his grip if he really wants to but he also knows it’s not the thing to do. Bucky finally got his pardon, he can’t ruin everything now. However, it doesn’t mean John didn’t almost ruin the most precious relationship to his eyes. As if it’s enough that Bucky can’t for the life of him like the new Captain America, now he has only one urge : hurt him real bad or go back in time and force Sam to keep this damn Shield like this, you wouldn’t be in this hospital bed.

“It was an accident, I promise.” John states, “I really am sorry.”

“They don’t teach you how to shoot in the army anymore or what ?” Bucky spits as Sam tightens his grip on him. “Come on, if you don’t have a clear view, you don’t shoot, that’s common sense ! Because of you, Y/N almost fucking lost her life and we almost didn’t catch the Flag Smasher. You can’t be that stupid !”

“Bucky, he didn’t do it on purpose.” you intervene, hoping it’ll ease the tension.

Even if you hate John as much as Bucky does, you can’t have your boyfriend rearranging his face. You can’t have Bucky being the US government’s number one enemy again.

“I don’t care about that,” Bucky retorts to you, “You almost died in my arms because of his incompetence.” he keeps saying as he points at John with his chin, “What a good Captain America ! Just for that reason alone, you should give the Shield back.”

“It was a mistake. Besides, I just got promoted as Captain America, I still have a lot to learn.” John tries to defend himself, irritating Bucky a bit more.

“Shooting innocents shouldn’t be a part of it ! You’re supposed to have learned this at the beginning of your training in the army. It was more than a mistake. You better leave now before I make you a permanent resident in this hospital.”

“You should go, John.” you confirm, knowing well Bucky’s anger won’t cool off now, “Thanks for telling me the truth.”

“It was the least I could do. Again, sorry, Y/N.”

When John finally leaves the room, Sam slowly lets Bucky go, though he stays at the ready to hold Bucky back just in case. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath before setting his attention on you. He might seem calmer, you can see in his eyes his anger is still there. He sits back down whilst Sam gets settled at the end of your bed.

“All of this could have been avoided if you hadn’t given up the Shield.” Bucky exclaims, making both yours and Sam’s eyes roll. 

“Still with that.”

“How can you not be mad at him when he almost killed you ?” he questions, confused.

“Look, you know my opinion on him as Captain America and today proves us a bit more, it shouldn’t be him, but the fact is, he didn’t hurt me intentionally.”

“Intentionally or not, I could have lost you.”

“And it’s not the case. I’m still here.” you assure him, stroking his cheek.

Bucky is about to add something when the nurse he called earlier enters your accommodation. She checks your vital signs, asks you some questions and informs you your doctor will come check on you later before letting you rest. Thanks to her appearance, Bucky finally gives up the ‘John’ subject, however he’s still fulminating. To lighten up the mood, Sam changes the subject by talking about his house in Louisiana. He speaks about the weather, his family boat and the several activities his hometown has to offer until your doctor cuts him off. She explains to you they saved you just in time and you’ll have a scar on your belly. Finally, she informs you you’ll have to spare yourself for a while, strictly forbidding you to get back on the field until further notice. You can’t help but let go of a frustrated sigh at her last information. The last thing you needed was to be confined in your bed when you’re someone who is active. When she leaves, Bucky tries to make you see the bright side as he knows you’re annoyed by your current situation. However, no matter what he says, it doesn’t seem to make your pout go away. Sam finally proposes to do your recovery at his house in Louisiana, away from the city. You weigh the pros and cons before accepting, not without making Bucky roll his eyes. 

When you’re finally cleared to leave the hospital, you discover the State where Sam lives. The latter gave you and Bucky the guest room. You thanked him countless times for his kindness whilst Bucky only gave him a small smile to show his gratitude.

During your recovery, the two men pamper you. Sam makes you taste the traditional dish from Louisiana as well as his family recipes. You have to admit Sam is a good cook, something you wouldn’t have thought at first. Sam also brought you several things to keep you busy from your bed like board games or some manual activities. You now consider yourself a pro in the making of bracelets with plastic pearls. You’ve made some for Sam, his sister Sarah and her sons AJ and Cass but also for Bucky. AJ and Cass aside, Bucky is the one who has most of them, with cute or ridiculous names going from ‘my lover’ to ‘grumpy’. Some of your bracelets are in perfect contrast with his Vibranium arm.

As for Bucky, he’s always by your side and worries even when you assure him you’re not in pain. He helps you clean your wound, change your bandage and always makes sure you’re in a good sleeping position. Finally, during the night, when you’re asleep, Bucky is glued to you - while being careful about your wound - and delicately rests his head on your chest to hear your regular heartbeats. By hearing them, Bucky can breathe and sleep peacefully whilst saying to himself again and again you’re still alive, you’re still by his side, he hasn’t lost you.

After several weeks laying down, you can walk a longer distance than the one from your room to your bathroom. Sitting on your bed, you’re putting your shoes on when Bucky with his eyes wide open comes to you.

“What do you think you’re doing ? You need to rest.” he reminds you, stopping you from tying completely your left shoelace.

“The doctor told me I needed to walk to help with the healing.” you explain playing with the pearls of his bracelet making the word ‘oldman’.

“What kind of stupid advice is that ? You need to stay in bed.”

“Bucky, if I stay one more second on that damn bed, I’m gonna burn it down.” you inform with a serious face. “Besides, I’m not gonna run a marathon, I’m just gonna walk very slowly around the house. Come with me if it can make you feel any better.”

“What if you hurt yourself while walking ?” he inquires and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Then, thank God my amazing and strong boyfriend will be next to me to help me. Bucky, I’m fine.” you comfort him, looking in his eyes. “I’m not in pain and I need to move. I can’t stand there and look good anymore in this house. I know every corner of this bedroom, I need to go out.”

Bucky seems to consider it for a second, mentally weighing his options before sighing and nodding.

“OK, but if you feel even the slightest pain, you better tell me and we go home.” he orders, untying your left shoelace to redo it, “and we’re not walking more than five minutes.” he adds.

“Fifteen.” you negotiate. 

“Ten.”

“Deal.” you accept with a childish look.

Bucky finishes tying your right shoelace before giving you his hand to help you get up from the bed and examine your face for any sign of hurt. To prove him you’re fine, you smile at him before pecking his lips. He takes your right arm and locks it with his to support you while you start leaving your temporary quarter. Upon - finally - leaving the house, you take your time to enjoy the sun’s heat on your face. You walk, sharing with Bucky all of your observations on the landscape in front of you. Since you arrived, you didn’t get the time to admire the outside beauty of Sam’s house so you look at every tree, flower and wave, enjoying the nature Brooklyn doesn’t have.

After a few minutes of walking, you ask Bucky to stop. Immediately, he questions you, worried you might pass out at any given time.

“I’m fine.” you reassure him though his worried expression doesn’t leave his face.

“Sorry I’m always on your back but I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I know.”

“Do you think I’m too much ?” he questions while touching the bracelet with the word ‘sweetheart’.

“No, I think it’s cute the way you’re always worried.” you say, lifting his head with your hand. “You’re a real mother hen but I like it.” you add, making him chuckle a little. 

“Can you hold it against me ? I really thought I’d lost you.” he says, reminiscing the moment where he got to you as you were bleeding out. “When you started closing your eyes, I was sure it was the end. And I cannot lose you.” Bucky affirms with a shaking voice, “I know I don’t tell you often but my therapist says I need to learn to communicate what I’m feeling so here I am saying it : you matter to me and I need you in order to keep moving on. I know it might sound selfish but I cannot afford to lose you and if it were ever to happen… i don't know what I’d become.” he keeps saying with teary eyes, “I need you close to me. I love you so much.”

As you see a tear rolling down his cheeks, you take him in your arms and stroke his back. He hides his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your smell. A part of Bucky feels bad for being the one getting comforted when you’re the one who got wounded notwithstanding he needs it. Losing you is his worst fear and since John shot you, he became aware his fear could become real in a second. You keep hugging him, proving to him it doesn't bother you to comfort him because you understand him.

“I love you too, Bucky,” you murmur in his ear, “so much.”

You stay in each other’s arms for a few minutes until your anxiety vanishes away. When you break the embrace, one of your hands finds its way to Bucky’s cheek and the second one strokes the bracelet with the pearls ‘forever’ before taking his left hand.

“I can’t promise you I’ll always be safe considering what we do for a living but I can promise you one thing : I will always do in my power everything to stay by your side and I want you to promise me the same because I need you as much as you need me.”

“I promise.”

Like to seal your promise, you delicately kiss each other with the Sun as a witness. Bucky doesn’t put his hand on your waist, worried he’ll hurt you involuntarily, so his hands find their way to your cheeks while yours get lost in his hair.

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[lilacfiresoul]

slap, april 5 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 971 words

feat. regulus being distracted by james at quidditch. i mean, who can blame him?

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The only thing on Regulus’ mind is that Gryffindor cannot win this match. He doesn’t care if they win against Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw later on; it’s just that Regulus absolutely refuses to lose to James Potter of all people.

Lurking on the edge of the quidditch pitch, Regulus watches the game play out below him, scanning the area for any glimpse of that shiny gold ball whizzing through the air. But all he sees are the red and green colours of the quidditch uniforms as the Gryffindors and Slytherins dart about, accompanied by the blurs of whizzing bludgers, hit by beaters, and the quaffle passing between hands. No sign of the snitch at all.

Gritting his teeth, Regulus sits back on his broom, trying not to get irritated as Remus Lupin, his brother’s boyfriend and Potter’s friend, calls out another score for the Gryffindor team. He glances at Barty, who’s expression is thunderous, offended at the applause that erupts from the Gryffindor stands, beater bat clenched tight in his hands.

And then his eyes latch on Potter, who’s positively grinning, because Regulus has no doubt that he was the one to score that goal. Regulus wants to slap that smirk off his face. He hates it—how James practically radiates cockiness, arrogance, superiority; how a slight curve to his mouth in Regulus’ general direction makes Regulus lose his train of thought, simply as if the tracks his train was running on hadn’t been built yet; how, and he’s convinced about this, James does it more because he knows the effect it has on people.

Regulus, as much as he’d like to be, and tries so hard to be, is not immune to James Potter’s charm.

Barty’s teased him for it multiple times, from knocking the handle of his broom against Regulus’ if he’s been staring too long whilst they’re waiting for the field to be free, to making comments about James’ body under the quidditch uniforms, sly smile on his lips as Regulus glares at him. It’s uncalled for.

Speaking of Barty—below, he whacks a bludger with such force that the crack resonates throughout the pitch. It goes whizzing toward a Gryffindor chaser, who’s soaring determinedly toward the Slytherin goal post, clipping the back of her broom, causing her to drop the quaffle. A resounding cheer comes from the Slytherins.

“Looking for the snitch, Black?”

Startled, Regulus whips his head to the side, scowling when he notices James gliding up next to him. He flies so easily, almost as if it’s no effort for him. To be honest, Regulus thinks he flies the same, but seeing Potter do it, too, is annoying.

“Shouldn’t you be scoring, Potter?” he bites out, looking away before James can dazzle him with that stupid, idiotic, infuriatingly sexy smile.

“I think we’ve got it until control,” he says confidently. “You seem to be, unfortunately, on the losing side.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, snapping, “And you think that automatically means you’re going to win, do you?”

“You tell me,” comes James’ smug reply.

Still scowling, Regulus looks back at him over his shoulder, giving the Gryffindor chaser a once-over, before raising unimpressed eyes back to James’ face, where a—for fuck’s sake—smile is twitching against his lips. Against his permission, Regulus feels himself getting hot, a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

If he could strangle his broom, Regulus’ would be dead with how angrily he’s gripping it, his knuckles white like he’s holding on for dear life.

A loud cheer from the Slytherin stands eclipses Remus’ voice as he announces, “10 points to Slytherin.”

Regulus smiles triumphantly. “Well now we’re even.”

“For now,” James replies, and for a second, his gaze flicks only slightly to the right of Regulus’ ear, before it snaps back to his eyes. “You still haven’t found the snitch.”

“Neither has your seeker,” Regulus retorts. “So you’re really not as far ahead as you think—”

“Black!” someone screams, a loud, frustrated scream, and Regulus flinches, almost falling off his broom. He steadies himself just at the right time, breathing heavily. James, seeing Regulus is alright, straightens on his broom, as if he were going to try and grab Regulus before he fell.

Giving him a weird look, Regulus peers down to where Barty is, because it was his voice that was calling at him. “What?” he screams back.

His best friend is waving his arms frantically and pointing, and Regulus squints at him. If he starts to make fun of him and Potter together …

Then he hears it. A low, flickering sound, and immediately, he swerves to track it. Blazing like a small sun, Regulus spots the snitch hovering behind him on his right, its delicate filigree wings fluttering.

But just as he’s seen it, it’s off again, and Regulus stares after it, momentarily frozen. Until the red and gold robes of the Gryffindor seeker zooms past him, and he snarls, giving chase. He thinks he hears James laugh behind him, but he’s not sure.

“Looks like the two seekers have found the snitch,” Remus declares. “It’s going to be a tense battle to who wins the game. James, I think I speak for the whole of Gryffindor house when I say you should’ve distracted Regulus more.”

A roar of laughter meets Regulus’ ears from the stands, and his gaze darkens. He vows, as he and the Gryffindor seeker close in on the snitch, to never let James Potter’s smile distract him again, especially during a quidditch game.

Naturally, of course, it does. Even stars in space can’t compete against the light of the sun forever.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Hello! And thank you!! I hope you have a FANTASTIC day/night.

I picked Starscream because I haven’t written him before and I thought it would be an interesting challenge.

Alone Together

CW: Reader is kind of depressed, mentions of injury (not human), pretty fluffy other than that

For a long time you felt alone. No matter where you were, be it in a crowd of people or sitting alone in your apartment. Nothing could match the feelings of isolation that you lived in. It felt damming, desolate, and depressing wherever you went.

And yet, despite everything you’d experienced, something changed.

You’d gone to Jasper for a variety of reasons. Mainly just for a change of scenery, but you’d also heard the small town atmosphere could be comforting. Maybe you could get to know some people, become part of a community, find a sense of purpose. Of course, about a month in you realized how wrong you were. Everybody already had their own lives. So there you were, the secondary character to their stories.

Being there was still suffocating.

On a day like any other you decided it would be a great time to venture out into the vast abyss of the desert. You took your clunky car and overpacked supplies out into the sands and just drove. The destination didn’t matter, all you wanted was something to do. That’s it, that’s all.

About an hour into your drive you saw a jet plane soar above you. It wasn’t unusual for the area, plenty of military bases around or at least an airport or two. This one was a bit strange though, you had to admit. It seemed to be… damaged. Actually it seemed to be falling. Fast.

A adrenaline hit you like a truck. With nothing else to lose you hit the gas on your car like lives were at stake, and for all you knew there were. There was a distinct lack of smoke coming from the thing but that wasn’t exactly what was going through your mind at the time, all you knew is someone could be hurt and you could help.

When you finally arrived at the site of the crash, near the side of a large rock formation, but something stood out to you. There was definitely a jet there, however there was no pilot, rather it was leaking a bright blue liquid. Cautiously you parked your car and stepped towards it, only for a shrill voice to cut through the air.

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” It shouted, almost knocking you off balance from surprise. There was no one around to make such a sound, unless the pilot ejected from the jet without you noticing and was also carrying a megaphone.

“Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?”

“I need no such thing! Leave here, human, before I wipe you off this miserable planet!” Well that was a weird thing to hear from what you assumed to be another human. Before you could ask anymore questions, though, another sound scraped through the air.

Mechanical whirring radiated from the now moving jet plane. It began to tear itself apart only to reassemble its parts elsewhere, eventually transforming itself into a thin, robotic figure high above your head. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth.

“What, scared? Well you should be! I, the superior- ACK!” The robot lurched forward in pain, holding a nasty looking tear in his side. While fear and confusion wracked your body, your legs pulled you forward anyway. “Hey! Did you not hear what I just said? I’ll destroy you and this entire mudball when I get the chance!”

“What are you?” Wonder and worry filled your voice.

“Wh- well, I, I am a Cybertronian, not that that means anything to you, fleshling.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Oh really? I didn’t notice.”

“What’s your name?”

“Star- Commander Starscream.”

“Um… ok, I’m-” You didn’t get to finish your introduction as you heard a mechanical hiss and Starscream fell to his knees. His metal face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression of what you would call pain and frustration.

“You really look like you need help.”

“No I don’t!” He growled, trying to grab at you but missing and snapping his clawed hand back to the gaping wound on his side. He obviously wasn’t going to let you anywhere near it, so you did the next best thing.

“So, Commander Starscream, where are you from?” Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say. You saw him cringe, then he grit his teeth and gazed back at you with a writhing death stare.

“Is there something wrong with your processor? Can’t you see I’m infinitely more powerful that you? Why aren’t cowering? Why aren’t you afraid?” He snapped at you, fire in his eyes burning with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Yet you stood there, asking yourself the same question.

“I have… nothing else to lose.” By this Starscream was taken aback. He didn’t consider a human could feel like that. Could feel… similar to himself.

“Cybertron. Are you happy?”

“What?”

“That’s where I’m from.”

“Oh. Cool. Why are you here then?”

“Why you- augh! I’m here because of a war. Alright? Go. Away.”

“What, like a space war?” Starscream scoffed.

“‘A space war’,” He mocked your tone. “Yes, sure, if you want to put it into a language you can understand.”

“Well, sorry that’s happening.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know that much about war but… well I know it can get pretty bad. So I’m sorry that’s happening to you. Is that where you got your injury from?”

“Well… I… I- yes.” He tripped over his words, recovering just in time to come up with a great lie. “I was damaged in a great battle! I led my squadron to victory but was shot down by my ruthless enemies.” A newfound power entered his voice.

“That sounds intense.”

“It was! It was a dangerous, but I prevailed! I, courageous and powerful Commander Starscream, will always win! You would do well to remember that!”

“You really like the sound of your own name.”

“Wh- you worm, how dare you say that to the likes of-“

“Yes, yes, Commander Starscream. Look, I’m sorry all that happened and I’m glad you’re such a fantastic leader, but right now you’re looking pretty bad. Are you sure I can’t help?” He drew his lips into a thin line before narrowing his eyes at you.

“How could you help me?”

“Well, first I could at least wrap up that wound. I brought some blankets with me when I came out here.”

“How do I know you’re not just going to try and offline me?”

“How would a lowly human like me do that?”

“…fine.” He looked away, obviously annoyed but still in need of help. You got what you could out of you car and approached him once again.

“I’m going to need to get to the wound in order to patch it up.” Starscream grimaced, but ultimately kneeled down to your level. Carefully you wrapped a blanket around his waist, trying to avoid hurting him further. It took time, especially because you were afraid he was going to stab you with his razor sharp claws at any moment, but you got it done. When you finished he puffed out a long breath of air and sat down against the rock face behind him with a THUMP that shook your whole body.

Your ‘band-aid’ seemed to stop whatever blue liquid he kept bleeding, at least preventing it from leaking out more. Your hands were covered in the stuff now, you just hoped it wasn’t poisonous. When you looked up at Starscream you noticed a distinct lack of that narcissistic air about him, like he had given up an act.

“Hey, Commander, are you alright?”

He didn’t respond. And you didn’t try asking again. Instead you walked to the rock face he leaned on and sat next to him. Neither of you spoke. You both simply sat, gazing out into the vast desert. You were surprised when he was the one to break the silence.

“Why would you help me?”

“…’Cause you were hurt.

“That can’t be the reason, what do you gain from this? Do you think I’m going to help you now?”

“No, I helped because it was the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to- agh, that’s a load of scrap! Can’t you tell a dying mech the truth?”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes you are!”

“Why can’t you just accept someone’s being nice to you? Has no one ever showed you kindness before?” You said it sarcastically, like he obviously would have been showed kindness at some point in his life, but your heart sank when he didn’t reply. “You… have been showed kindness before, right?”

“Kindness doesn’t get you very far in the Decepticons.” He whispered, bitter venom dripping from every word. You hesitated before speaking again, trying to wrap your head around the implications of his statement.

“It can go a long way on Earth.”

“I’m not from Earth.”

“But you’re here now.” Starscream paused.

“…I suppose I am.” Slowly, he turned his head to face you completely. “You really helped me just out of pure… generosity?”

“Yep.”

“What if I hurt you? What if I betray you, even after all you’ve done!?”

“Then you hurt me. And I was wrong.” His eyes flickered to the sky, faceplate bending into an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“I wasn’t injured in battle.” This time you moved your head to look up at him. “I am nothing to the Decepticons. Not anymore. I am a traitor, a coward, a fraud, not a commander.”

“I figured.”

“Wh- what? How could you know?”

“You aren’t great at hiding it. Sorry if I come off rude, but… somebody would’ve come for you by now, right? You wouldn’t be here… alone. With me.”

“Well, at least you’re better company than Megatron.”

“I’m flattered. I’m sure you don’t just dish out compliments to any old fleshbag.”

“What can I say? You’ve impressed me, human. Maybe I was wrong about your species.”

“Thanks, Commander Starscream.”

“I told you, I’m not a commander. I’m a-“

“I know. But for what it’s worth, you don’t really seem all that terrible to me.” He looked at you, a new kind of feeling welling up in his spark. He didn’t respond, but you got the message. He closed his eyes, and for a second you swore you felt something change in the atmosphere.

“Why are you all alone out here?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t see many humans wandering around in a wasteland.”

“Good point. If you must know, I was just on a drive.”

“A drive? To where?”

“Anywhere. Or nowhere. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Don’t you have connections? Other humans to worry about you?”

“…No. Not really.”

“Oh. I’m… sorry, then. I suppose you’re very lonely.”

“Sure. I’ve been alone for a long time. By the sound of it, I assume you have too?”

“You could call it that.”

“Hey, Commander Starscream?”

“Yes?”

“How about we be alone… together?”