#I’ll probably just jump around between prompt lists

[dirt-and-scrivles]

Day one!

[solarmorrigan]

For the angst prompt thing: Steddie and "Don't fucking touch me."

Hello! Thank you very much for sending a prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I do think this one is my favorite out of all the fills I've done for this prompt list <3

[No warnings; Unnamed Freak (who apparently got a name in the most recent novel, but I didn't know that at the time) is named Oliver]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

-

“I’m gonna step outside for a minute,” Steve leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear, even though the music isn’t that loud.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie nods, and only just keeps himself from turning to catch Steve’s mouth in a kiss when he feels the brush of his lips against his ear; it’s not his fault he’s developed some kind of Pavlovian association between having Steve’s mouth anywhere near his skin and receiving kisses – but they do have company.

Said company is just Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver, but still. Eddie has some decorum.

Steve stands from the couch and the arm he’d had slung around Eddie’s shoulders slides away slowly, his hand brushing warm and heavy over the back of Eddie’s neck, thumb stroking once, familiarly, along the side of his throat before disappearing entirely as Steve moves towards the front door. He doesn’t do so great with groups of people in small spaces anymore; the noise gets to him, and the heat generated by so many bodies in close proximity tends to give him a headache, so he takes breaks now and then, just to give his brain a few minutes to unbend.

The door swings open on silent hinges (Steve had attacked it with a can of WD-40 and a look of determination earlier today, insisting he couldn’t stand the squeaking anymore; he’s always doing things like that around the house – little repairs, organizing, picking things up, even though Eddie insists he doesn’t have to. He says he wants to, the endearing little weirdo) and Steve steps out into the cool evening, leaving Eddie and the boys behind in the warm light of the trailer’s main room.

“So,” Jeff says, looking up from his spot on the floor and gesturing vaguely at Eddie with his beer can, “how’s that going for you guys?”

Eddie blinks at him. “How’s what going?”

“The whole thing between you two,” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie raises a skeptical brow at him.

“You wanna talk about me and Steve having sex?” Eddie asks.

Jeff’s nose scrunches in distaste. “What? No.”

“Not ever,” Gareth jumps in.

“I mean…” Oliver says with a shrug, flinching when Gareth pelts him with a balled-up napkin.

“No,” Gareth reiterates.

“I refuse to apologize for simple curiosity,” Oliver sniffs, and Eddie, seated next to him on the couch, gives him a shove.

He’s glad his friends are accepting – supportive, even (he’d like to say he wouldn’t hang out with them if they weren’t, but let’s be real: nerds could be hard to come by in their neck of the woods, and as long as they were the quiet type of homophobic, Eddie would probably still play D&D with them. But he’s glad they’re not), but he does have some boundaries.

Like, one or two, maybe.

“I just meant the whole… dating thing,” Jeff says, taking a sip from his beer. “Because I’ll be honest, I really didn’t see it at first, but it actually seems to be working out.”

“Dating?” Eddie parrots blankly.

“Yeah. You guys are in, like, some kind of never-ending honeymoon phase or some shit,” Gareth says. “Hasn’t it been over two months?”

“Uhhh, no, I think you gentlemen are confused,” Eddie drawls. “Steve and I are not dating.”

This declaration is met with a moment of silence.

“Seriously?” Oliver finally says.

“Yep,” Eddie replies easily. “No relationship shit here. Strictly a friends-with-benefits-type deal.”

“Seriously,” Olver says again, flatly this time.

“Yes, Oliver, seriously,” Eddie huffs, reaching over to give him another shove, only to have his hand pushed away.

“Eddie, he was practically sitting in your lap just now,” Jeff says. “You two are all over each other.”

“Constantly,” Gareth adds.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s not like this is a big couch; we gotta squish. Anyway, Steve’s just a touchy kind of guy.”

“He doesn’t sit like that with any of us,” Gareth points out.

“Yeah, well, you guys aren’t the ones receiving benefits,” Eddie says. “You want him to sit on your lap? You could ask.”

Gareth lets his head hang back with a noise of frustration. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Don’t you two go on dates?” Jeff asks. “I’ve seen you at the movies. You talk about going out to eat, doing other shit…”

“Yeah, see, that’s the friends part of friends with benefits,” Eddie snarks. “Friends hang out sometimes, I’ve been told. We are all, in fact, hanging out right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m dating any of you.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you?” Oliver asks, and Eddie can’t help but scoff.

He appreciates the fact that Oliver is passionate about pretty much anything he does, but it also means he’s given to romanticizing. He doesn’t usually manage to drag Jeff or Gareth in with him, though.

“Pretty sure he looks at me like a friend, because that’s what we are.” Eddie rolls his eyes before offering a smarmy little grin. “I mean, I’m sure he looks at me as an exceptionally attractive friend, but that’s it.”

“Genuinely can’t tell if you’re fucking with us, man,” Jeff says, rolling his eyes.

“Genuinely, I am not,” Eddie promises, taking the last viable swallow from his beer before getting up and heading for the kitchen, wiggling his empty can at the others with a raised eyebrow in question. Gareth raises his own near-empty can with a shrug and Eddie nods. “Look,” he says as he ducks towards the fridge, “Steve isn’t the kinda guy you have a relationship with, anyway, you know?”

Eddie doesn’t mean this in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. Steve just doesn’t seem to be a relationship kind of guy. Nancy had been something of an outlier, in how long she and Steve had lasted, and it had become clear after the dust from the Upside Down had settled that he really doesn’t have any interest in pursuing her further. Just the other day, he’d mentioned to Eddie how difficult relationships can be, and about how glad he is they have their thing together instead.

“Being with you is just… easy,” Steve had said; he hadn’t been looking at Eddie at the time, his face instead pillowed on Eddie’s chest, hair sticking to his naked skin where the sweat was still cooling from their last round, but Eddie could see the edge of a smile on his lips.

And Eddie doesn’t have much experience with relationships himself, but he knows that being friends with Steve is easy and that the sex feels equally easy and that the way he’d agreed with Steve and carded his fingers through his hair had sent Steve right to sleep with that same smile still in place.

Easy.

Now, Eddie shoves his head into the fridge and reaches for the beers that have somehow gotten pushed to the back. “It’s nothing major, okay?” he calls back towards the living room.

“Eddie…” Gareth calls back, an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” Eddie waves vaguely, making sure to grab a second beer. “Anyway, Steve’s a good friend, and he’s really hot, and we’re just having fun.”

The bang of the front door against the frame startles Eddie so badly he nearly smacks his head on the underside of the freezer as he stands, a beer clutched in each hand like he might be able to use them as projectiles.

There is no threat, though – just Steve, who had apparently failed to catch the screen door before it had shut too quickly behind him. He doesn’t seem to have noticed; he’s just standing there, staring at Eddie, color rising high in his cheeks, eyes wide and shocked, like he’s just been slapped.

Concern wells up from Eddie’s gut, and he opens to his mouth to ask what’s wrong when Steve finally speaks.

“Yeah,” he croaks, “I’m not having fun.”

Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, the beginnings of cold dread trickling into his veins well ahead of any conscious thought.

“I think I– I think I should go,” Steve says.

He grabs his keys from the side table by the door, where they’ve lived next to Eddie’s and Wayne’s for the last few months whenever he’s been at the house, and then he’s gone again, the screen door banging shut once more behind him.

And Eddie has no idea what just happened, but he knows it wasn’t good. He drops the beers on the counter and bolts out the door after Steve.

Steve is nearly to his car by the time Eddie scrambles down the front steps, and he’s paying absolutely no attention when Eddie calls after him.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again, stumbling to a stop right behind him as he jams his keys into the driver’s side lock. “Steve, for fuck’s sake, what–” he reaches out, wrapping one hand around Steve’s bicep, and Steve jerks out of his grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Steve snaps.

Eddie pulls his hand back, but doesn’t step away, entirely baffled by the sudden turn the evening has taken. “What the hell happened back there?”

Steve goes still, grip going lax on his keys. “I heard what you said, Eddie.”

“About – about what? Are you mad I was talking to them about us sleeping together? Because, Steve, they already knew,” Eddie insists, a little incredulous. “You said you were fine with them knowing! You were practically feeling me up in front of them!”

“I don’t give a shit if they know we’re having sex!” Steve hisses, finally whirling around to look at Eddie. “I meant the rest. About how I’m not the kind of guy you have a relationship with.”

Eddie’s stomach sinks. He hadn’t realized that was such a sensitive subject. “I – shit, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, I just didn’t think you wanted–”

“About how we’re just having fun,” Steve cuts in, and if he’d sounded raw before, his voice is practically ground down to nothing now.

That brings Eddie up short. “…aren’t we?” he asks after a moment.

Steve says nothing.

“I mean, shit, Steve, it’s not like we’re in a relationship,” Eddie says, offering a little laugh, because even Steve would have to admit that the idea is a little silly.

Except.

Except Steve just glances away, staring at the ground beside Eddie’s feet, and – oh, shit.

“Oh, shit.”

Steve is still unnervingly silent, one arm curled around his middle while the other hand comes up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. He still won’t look at Eddie.

“You… you thought we were,” Eddie says dumbly, and Steve shrugs.

“Can you blame me? We spend all our time together, Eddie. I’m here more than I’m at my own house, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slept in my own bed in the last month. We go out and do things together, I try to keep things nice around the house because I want Wayne to like me, we have, like, a lot of sex, and– we… I mean, we kiss and touch and just – do shit like that even when it doesn’t lead anywhere.” Steve shrugs helplessly, finally looking up. “I mean, Christ, Eddie, what did you think we were doing?”

“I thought we were friends!” Eddie insists. Steve throws him an incredulous look and Eddie amends, “With benefits!”

“Right.” Steve’s expression flattens back out, going cold and hard and unlike anything Eddie’s become used to from him. “Because I’m not the kind of guy you’d want to have a relationship with.”

“I said that because I thought you didn’t want to be in a relationship!” Eddie snaps. “It’s not like you stay with anyone for very long, so I just assumed you didn’t want to be with anyone.”

Some of the ice retreats from Steve’s face, leaving a watering kind of hurt in its stead. “Do you listen to me at all when I talk?”

“What? Of course I do!” Eddie might have gotten turned around in certain respects, but he will not have his merits as a friend called into question; of course he listens to Steve.

“Are you sure? Because I talk about you an awful lot. I talk about doing things with you, about doing things in the future with you,” Steve says pointedly, “about how I want to stay with you.”

And Eddie had wanted Steve to stay with him, too. He’s just been thinking – well, he’d thought it was because they get along so well, that Steve had wanted to stick around. That it had only made sense.

“We never talked about… being anything else,” Eddie says, the protest a little weak even to his own ears. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

Steve pulls a sharp breath in, pinching at the bridge of his nose again; he leaves his hand there this time, eyes scrunched shut. “Just a few days ago, I told you how much I liked being with you. How good and how easy it felt compared to anyone else I’ve ever been with,” he says, barely more than a rough whisper. “And you said…”

I like being with you, too.

Eddie had said that.

He’d meant that he likes being around Steve, likes being his friend, definitely likes having sex with him, but he’d said it while combing his fingers through Steve’s hair, while cuddled up with him in bed, and – okay, yes, he can see the mixed signals there. He can see where Steve might have gotten the idea that they didn’t have an arrangement, that they were just together.

“I– I didn’t mean–”

“Obviously,” Steve snaps, dropping his hand from his face and turning back towards his car.

Eddie tsks, frustrated, and reaches out to grab Steve’s wrist – not pulling, just trying to keep his attention.

“Don’t,” Steve warns him, pulling back from his grasp for a second time.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on,” Eddie tries desperately. “I really… I really didn’t.”

“Yeah. I can see that. But Eddie…” Steve is quiet for a moment, posture so tense and still that Eddie suspects he’s not even breathing. “I’m probably the best-qualified asshole around to tell you that you really have to fucking think about how what you’re doing affects the people around you.”

Somehow, that stings more than any screamed insult Steve could have thrown at him.

“Steve…”

“I’ll come get my shit out of your place tomorrow,” Steve says, low and sharp, before getting into his car and slamming the door behind him.

After that, Eddie has no choice but to step back or get run over, and he watches until Steve’s taillights are no longer visible.

He can hear the hissing of some whispered conversation just beyond the door as he trudges back up the front steps, but his friends fall conspicuously quiet the moment he steps inside.

“…hey,” Gareth finally ventures after several seconds of awkward, sticky silence.

“Hey,” Eddie says flatly.

“Do you… want us to stay?” Jeff asks.

Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. “I think I should… I need to– think about shit.”

The boys all nod, throwing him variously sympathetic glances and clapping him on the shoulder on their way out. Oliver pauses, as if he’s going to say something, but Gareth gives him a shove and gets him out the door before he has the chance. Probably for the best.

Eddie feels numb as he trudges back towards his room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He flops down on his bed, face landing in a pillow that smells entirely too much like Steve’s shampoo. Probably because it’s on the side of the bed that Steve always takes. Next to the nightstand with the small stack of sports magazines that definitely aren’t Eddie’s. And the spare pair of glasses that also isn’t Eddie’s.

With a low tug in his gut, Eddie realizes how much of Steve’s stuff has crept into his room, into the trailer, into his life – how much Steve has become a part of his life, how much of Eddie’s day has been built around him, how much he’s come to lean on his presence, has come to want him there.

And Steve is going to take it all back sometime soon. Take all of his things away before he removes himself from Eddie’s life, too, because Eddie hadn’t been thinking and he hadn’t been careful and he hadn’t realized–

Eddie’s pretty sure he just broke up with Steve.

He’s also pretty sure he hadn’t wanted to.

His main consolation, as he curls up on his side, nose still buried in Steve’s pillow, is that as soon as Robin hears what happened (and she will hear, he has no doubt), she’ll probably come murder him.

At least he won’t have to wallow for long.

Part 2

[hiyashortking]

You Catch Lucifer Masturbating

Disclaimers and credit: read this post before reading any of my content, please.

Premise: Inspired by @venomhound's prompt list found here for the prompt: you catch them masturbating. My tenses are all fucked up in this one and I've chosen not to edit it to make sure it all matches ✌️.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’d forgotten that he asked you to stop by when you had a moment this week to drop off some bullshit he didn’t actually care about. He was just looking for an excuse to see you again, especially against the backdrop of his room. But depression and trauma do some fucked up shit to one’s brain because he forgot this scheme and left his door unlocked, and you came wandering in when he had his cock in his hand and your panties on his face.

How did he get your panties? A story for another time …

On the bright side, he temporarily cured himself of his desperate want to be around you. If someone had told him last month that he’d be actively avoiding you and would actually go back to his old place to get away from you, he would have put money on it. Unless it was Husk, of course. He was bordering on being obsessed with you, so desperate for just a glance at your face most days. And now? Hiding in shame.

The King of Hell, hiding from a simple little undead. It would be laughable if it wasn’t so pathetic.

You knocked on his door.

Like the true diva he was, he was in his bed eating ice cream and chocolates, surrounded by the fluffiest of his duckies. The only thing he’d managed to get out of bed for every day was his long, hot as fuck shower, during which he would not allow himself to stroke his cock. Punishment was something Lucifer had been taught well, and now he was enacting it on himself.

You knocked again.

He cleared his throat. A “who is it” came out with a squeak, which made him clear his throat and ask again in a tone with more authority.

“Hey, it’s me. I will never not knock again, I promise.”

How could you even joke about this?

W-wait, it was YOU at the door?

He jumped out of bed and fumbled around, trying to make his room look cleaner. He opened the window for fresh air, but the air of hell wasn’t fresh at all so he’d closed it again.

“I hope it’s okay, Charlie let me into the palace."

“Y-yes, of course. I’ll be right there. Is-is Charlie with you?” Where were his clothes? He wore the same fucking outfit every day for millennia, one would think it would be easy to get quickly dressed. The closet! Of course, that’s where clothes would be!

“She and Vaggie are downstairs. I didn’t tell her what happened but she got worried when she called you and you didn’t pick up. She said you’d done that in the past but that you’d been really attentive to her lately so she wanted to make sure you were okay …”

Running a hand through his hair, he opened the door and leaned with the other hand on the doorframe, trying to obscure your vision of his bedroom. He looked as gorgeous as always. Since you hadn’t seen him in a while, his smile seemed even prettier today. His hair looked so soft, you wanted to reach out and run your own fingers through it. He smelled amazing. Why hadn’t you ever realized how form-fitting his clothes were? You felt as if you were seeing him for the first time.

“Hey, bitch,” he says, and immediately regrets it. But his smile only falters for a second.

You chuckle. He always makes you smile and laugh like a fool. “Well, you seem to be doing just fine! I don’t know why Charlie and I were so worried!”

He imitates your chuckle and tries to push away memories of why he is avoiding you. But wait- shouldn’t he be apologizing? His smile disappears when his thoughts race of what you must have thought and how he probably made you feel and-

“Y/N, I am so, so, so, sososososo sorry,” he lets out, almost as if his body deflates with each sound. His tail is out and literally between his legs.

“It’s o-”

He steps toward you abruptly and closes his door behind him. “Let’s sit down,” he takes your hand absent-mindedly as he focuses on which room to bring you into. Not his office. Not the librar- maybe the library? Didn’t you love reading? Maybe he could distract you with all the books!

He only realizes he is holding your hand when you’re at the center of one of his smallest, coziest libraries. “Oh fuck, oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize-”

“Lucifer, stop!” You plead.

He takes a deep, sharp inhale, his face awake with surprise, holds the breath, and releases it slowly, tilting his head up and relaxing his shoulders as he does.

“Thank you,” you say in unison, and then grin like the fools you both are.

“Please sit down,” he says as he does the same on the sofa across from yours. “May I get you something to drink?”

You noticed there were servants downstairs who were catering to the princess and her partner but who did not follow you up to the second floor.

“I’m just happy to see you, I’ve been struggling to think about anything else since you left.”

You’d been thinking about him since he left? He’d been gone for weeks!

“I’m so sorry to have worried you. As you can see, I am fine and dandy. Well- not entirely dandy, I’m obviously very much attracted to all the genders- I mean-”

Fuck, you missed him. One second the picture of elegance, and the next tripping over his words. When you caught him stroking his cock, with your used underwear on his face, you let yourself lean into all of the thoughts you hadn’t allowed when you assumed it would be impossible to be on his radar. And then he had the audacity to disappear, leaving you alone with just your fantasies.

Though you called him several times, you did doubt the situation you had seen. He was the King of Hell! Why would he be interested in you, all of being in hell? Maybe he just had a panty fetish and it didn’t mean anything that they were yours. Did this feel personal because it was, or because you desperately wanted it to be?

Wait, what was he saying?

“I’m so sorry to have worried you. As you can see, I am fine and dandy. Well- not entirely dandy, I’m obviously very much attracted to all the genders- I mean- wait- is dandy still an insinuation of being gay? Was it ever? Anyway, I’m not fully gay! Obviously! I mean-”

He was so fucking cute. You could listen to him ramble all day. “I honestly didn’t think you were going to see me, so I didn’t think about what I would say if you did. I’m just really happy to see you. I’m sorry I didn’t think this through more. I just want to be in the same room as you again.”

It wasn’t difficult to stun this man into a moment of silence, but the silence rarely lasted. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I wanted to give you some space. I am obviously deeply apologetic for my behavior.” 

Was he struggling to look at you? Is the most powerful man in all of hell blushing and avoiding your eyes? Fuck, why was this turning you on?

“Please tell me if there is anything, anything in all of Hell I can do to gain your forgiveness. I will, of course, entirely understand if it would be impossible for you to forgive me, but I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t at least ask.”

“Luci, may we be blunt?”

He nodded.

“What exactly do you want me to forgive you for?”

What? What exactly? For being a creepy, rude, disrespectful, vile, impish-

“I think I want some clarity about why you think I’m upset with you,” you added.

“Well, you- … I- ... wasn’t what I did bad?”

“Bad?”

He hated how the thoughts I’ve been a bad boy intruded into his mind, but here he fucking was again, with his fucking trauma getting in the way of a new relationship, not to mention how fucking cliche. Wait- a possible relationship? You were here, seeking him out, confessing to thinking about him, not being mad at him for crossing boundaries, maybe not even wanting those boundaries to begin with? Was he letting some fucked up negative core belief about being "bad", whatever the fuck that meant, ruin something he could have with you?

“Oh, Luci,” you rose from your spot and kneeled in front of him as you would if you wanted to help a child feel less intimidated. “Can we just forget this happened? Maybe not all of it, because it led me to assuming I might have a chance with you. So, I guess, let’s maybe just keep the part where you might be attracted to me, and forget any other misconceptions?”

“A chance with me?”

You nodded and waited patiently for him to process.

“You would want a chance with me?”

You nod again, smiling. Waiting.

How had he only then realized you were on your knees in front of him?

He slid from the couch to join you on the floor, and scooped you up with ease to settle you sideways in his lap. He couldn’t think of you on your knees just then.

He felt welcomed by you, but realized that wasn’t consent. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, Luci, you can touch me anytime you like and you can touch any part of me you’d like to touch. I love, love, love being touched,” you emphasized. "Is it okay if I touch you, too?" you asked him.

Baffled, he nodded. "Yes. My word! Yes, enthusiastically! Yes, please!"

Did this grown ass man just quiver?

Oh shit, were you feeling him getting hard?

You seemed to share a brain cell in that moment because he apologized again, his arms loosely around you. “I haven’t- … done what you’d seen me doing- … since that day, so my body is-”

Whenever he got shy and apologetic, you wanted to respond with nurturing, but this time a second feeling won over and you laughed and hid your face in his neck.

“Lucifer Morningstar, you were so upset that I might think the King of Hell is immoral that you haven’t come in weeks?” The ridiculousness was too much to bear. Fuck, and he smelled amazing. You let yourself nuzzle into him, enjoying the feeling of his flesh. Did he have flesh? What were y’all made of down here? You rubbed your nose gently against his neck, enjoying how even the slightest touch connected you.

“That is correct,” was almost the truth, as he did not take responsibility for the things his body did while he was sleeping.

He let himself lean against the sofa a bit, enjoying you snuggling against him. He closed his eyes and tried his best to relax. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Breathe in-

“You amusing, wonderful little fool,” you whispered, and when you did your lips brushed against his neck, and you were certain then that he had shivered.

You were not making it easy for him to settle down. You often wondered how he managed to go from tense to relaxed and then back to tense so easily. And these were his reactions when you were on your best behavior. How would he respond if you intentionally teased him? Shhh, brain, not now, you pleaded with yourself.

“Not everything about me is little,” he said back with some confidence.

“I know, remember?” You move your head to see his face. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to bully him! The man was vulnerable! Could you just chill for today?!

“Ugh!” he groaned. Had he been blushing before that remark, or was it only just now?

Seeing your smile helped ease him again and he wondered aloud, “maybe I need to walk in on you touching yourself thinking about me, so we can be even?”

“That would be challenging since I don’t really masturbate.”

“You don’t mas- what?”

“I prefer fucking.”

“You prefer fucking?”

“Yes, or being pleasured by someone else. I must just not be good at it or something, I’m not a big fan of solo play.”

“You’re not-”

“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?” You chuckle, realizing you’d been obliviously playing with his hair. You had the fingers of one hand at the back of his head, tugging gently and releasing, while the other battled with his hair's softness in the front, refusing to stay put where you'd wanted it to be.

“I might just, until something you say doesn’t wildly surprise me.”

You take pride in being able to surprise someone who came into existence at the beginning of time.

You’re also glad he positioned you this way in his lap, so you could more easily hide how wet this exchange was making you. What the fuck was your kink, powerful men being vulnerable? You couldn’t have just been into feet or something? Great, now there was an image of Lucifer kissing your feet in your brain. In boots. That he bought for you. With his endless hell currency. Fuck.

“I guess I’ll have to abstain a little longer," he mused. "Because now all I want is to turn you on so much that you can’t stop touching yourself.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[thecharacterchronicler]

He’s All That I’ve Got || William H. Bonney x Reader || Smut

Outline: Your lover is on the run but he pays you a heated visit.

Word Count: 1’925

Warnings: Explicit smut.

Author’s note: this is Prompt # 25, sorry if it’s totally off, I just started the show.

You woke up to the sound of birds in the trees surrounding the small shack you lived in, stirring in your bed. The other side of the matress was cold, which was a regular occurrence lately, reminding you that you were about to spend another day on your own.

You got up and got dressed, not putting many efforts in fixing your appearance since no one - apart from the few animals you kept - was going to see it. You put your boots on under your dress and tied an apron around your hips before you stepped outside, the fresh morning dew covering the high grass surrounding the shack tickling your ankles as you walked to the chicken coop.

You opened the door and greeted your two chickens, finding it oddly comforting to have at least them to keep you company on the isolated land you had settled on. You gathered some of the eggs they laid, carefully placing them in the pocket of your apron. Then, you inspected a hole in the fence around their enclosure, adding repairing it to your long list of chores.

After you ate your breakfast on the porch, you washed your clothes in a bucket of cold water, struggling to take out some of the grass stains from your skirts. It’s only once most of your outfits were back to having an acceptable appearance that you carried them to the long clothesline that hung between two pillars behind the house. You methodically placed each item over it, knowing that the warm summer breeze will have them dry in no time.

You picked your empty basket back up, a sigh escaping your lips as the stray cat that relied on you for food came to rub its fur against your legs, a clear attempt at charming you into giving him an extra meal today.

You probably would have gave in, unable to resist its big green eyes and its soft meows, but something in the distance called for your attention. A moving form was quickly approaching, a horse not even following the dirt road but galloping straight through the meadow of tall grass, mounted by a dark silhouette you weren’t sure you recognized that far off in the horizon.

You quickly retreated back inside the small house, grabbing your Lancaster pistol from its place on your nightstand. You went back out on the porch, awaiting your mysterious visitor prepared to fend for yourself if you had to… But all your mistrust vanished like snow in the sun when you finally were able to distinguish the traits of the man. He was a wanted man, a notorious criminal, always on the run… But still, you ran to him, holding your skirt up high as you rushed through tall grass and wildflowers.

When he saw you, he stopped his horse and jumped down to meet you halfway, catching you in his arms as soon as you collided against him.

“You’re back !” You exclaimed, emotion seizing you at the throat as you buried your face against his chest, wondering if it was yet another dream or if it was really him, returning home.

“Told you I’d always come back to you.” He said, his arms tightly holding your body against his.

“I know, but I’m always so afraid that something might happen and I wouldn’t see you ever again…”

His fingers gently caressed your cheek before lifting your chin up to him, so that he could kiss your lips. He smiled at you reassuringly and, for a moment, you got so profoundly lost into his blue eyes that you didn’t immediately notice all the cuts and injuries on his face.

“You’re hurt !”

“Just a few scratches.” He retorted, but still winced when you traced a particularly deep cut above his eyebrow with your thumb.

“Come inside, I’ll patch you up.”

You walked together to the shack and he led his horse to the small shelter he had built for it. He spread hay for him and you filled a bucket with fresh water for the animal to drink before you went back inside, followed closely by Billy.

You pulled your pistol out of your apron’s pocket and placed it on the kitchen table as he took a seat on the chair next to it. You heard him chuckle as you rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, in search of what you needed to take care of his wounds.

“I see you were ready to welcome some unwanted visitors.” He remarked, his eyes on your weapon.

“Always.” You replied and he smiled at you with a spark of approval in his eyes. After all, he had been the one to teach you to shoot a gun, and he had been particularly adamant that you had one with you at all times, instructing you to not hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later.

You poured some liquor on a napkin and dabbed it on his forehead, making him wince in pain. He grabbed the bottle from the table and took a big sip out of it, in search of a bit of courage to endure the pain as you carefully disinfected each wound on his face.

Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt and you tended to a few more cuts on his chest, shaking your head at the amount of injuries he had came back with.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask you what happened.”

“Better not.” He replied, his hand clenching on the table as you took care of the last wound.

Once you were done, you threw the napkin and his shirt in the corner of the room, as a reminder to wash them and add them to the clothesline. He sighed in relief, glad that you were done, and took one more sip out of the bottle before you put it away in the cabinet.

“You must be starving. I have a few eggs left, I can boil them or fry them…” You suggested, rushing back to the kitchen to get your stove started but he stood up and came to place his arms around you from behind.

You could feel the warmth of his bare chest pressing against your back as you leaned back into him and you both watched the lonely meadow swaying in the wind, through the window.

“I’m hungry for something else.” He whispered in your ear and you felt yourself blushing, his calloused hands travelling up to your chest.

You allowed him to feel your breast, kneading them tenderly before turning in his arms to face him. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, desperate to show him just how much you had missed him.

He kissed you back eagerly, hungry for your lips, for your body, for you. He dropped to his knees in front of you and slowly brought your skirt up your legs, one of his hand caressed its way from your ankle to your knee before getting you to place your leg over his shoulder. His head disappeared under the fabric of your skirt, only allowing you to feel him tugging and pulling to move your underwear out of his way. You leaned back against the stove for support, both hands clutching the edge behind you.

You felt the warmth of his tongue slide between your folds and gasped in surprise, not so used to the sensation anymore. He lapped at your core, his tongue dancing around your clit before plunging inside you, repeating the tantalizing movements over and over again until your legs felt weak. Your body contracted and you slightly lost your balance, merely able to catch yourself before collapsing from the intensity building in the pit of your stomach. He showed you no mercy, hungrily tasting you until you loudly moaned with pleasure as it rushed like a tidal wave through your entire body, your arousal coating his tongue.

He kissed the side of your knee that was hooked over his shoulder, bringing his head back to look at you with his pretty blue eyes, satisfaction on his face.

When he stood up, he kissed you once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. Then, he placed his hands on his hips and turned you around, peppering your neck with wet kisses as he once again tugged your skirt up.

Now facing the calm meadow behind the window, you pressed most of your weight on the stove for support, your legs still trembling from your previous orgasm. He didn’t allow you much time to recover, his hard cock slamming inside you as deeply as possible, your soaked core welcoming the intrusion with ease.

You whimpered, your body still so sensitive to each touch, from the way he kept kissing your skin to the way his front hit against your ass, the tip of his erection bumping into a heavenly pleasant spot deep in you.

You started feeling weak again and, this time, he seemed to notice, his arms coming around you to support you as he increased the rythym of his thrusts, barely letting you catch your breath between each loud moan that escaped your lips.

You felt dizzy as again, pleasure exploded inside you, making your whole body go numb and weak as you cried out his name. He groaned against your ear, stopping his frenetic movements to fill you up with his own relief, his cock buried inside you as deeply as you could take it.

You turned your face to kiss him, feeling his hands exploring your body, now tugging on your shirt to take it off. He got you naked in front of him in no time, your thighs glistening with a mix of his cum and your own arousal. His eyes roamed your body, his lips and fingers touching you everywhere in an almost desperate manner.

You traced the wounds on his chest, reddened and inflamed in reaction to the liquor you had applied to his skin as a disinfectant but he was still too blissfully spent to feel any pain this time. He lifted you in his arms, carrying your naked body to the bed where he laid you down. You saw him take his pants completely off before he climbed on top of you, his cock already hard again, pressing against your stomach as he hungrily sucked on your lower lip.

“I don’t think I can take more…” You panted, in reaction to him already positioning your leg over his hip.

“But I’m not done with you yet, sweet girl.” He said, looking at your heaving chest and flushed face. The hunger in his eyes still nowhere near satiated.

Your heart sunk a little in your chest. You knew that when he was this eager to have you, keeping you awake all night long and making sure that you’d barely be able to walk on the next day, it usually meant that he was planning on leaving you again… For a long time. He needed to get his fix of you and you desperately needed yours too, the idea of being without him again, not knowing where he was or what he was doing wasn’t pleasant but it was the life you had chosen, out of love and devotion for him.

You took a deep breath and hooked your other leg over his back, his cock entering you once more and immediately sliding in and out of your already sore pussy at an intensive pace. You focused your attention on his face, his eyes fixed to yours as he rocked his hips on top of you. You gave him a tired smile, already feeling the intensity of another explosive orgasm bubbling inside your core. You closed your eyes, getting ready to embrace the violent climax he was about to provoke yet again, determined to enjoy the warmth of his body in the bed next to yours for as long as it lasted.

♡ - (( Tip Jar )) - ♡

[verfound]

FIC: "So About That Piercing..." (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Direct continuation of "When Did You Get THAT?", because Luka had more to say (and do) about that belly button ring...

Read on Ao3

Prompt 25: Change

Juleka didn’t come back for…a while.

And when the Captain came above deck not long after she left to find Luka and Marinette still standing there, smiling stupidly at each other as they held hands and spoke in low voices, she just rolled her eyes and barked out loud enough to catch their attention, making them jump apart.

“I said having yer lass over would be a bad idea,” she called, her tone as rough as ever but a knowing smirk on her face.  “Don’t be getting too distracted with yer girlfriend, aye?  Make sure that roof be fixed a’fore sundown, at least.”

“She’s not –” Luka tried to argue, but that was when he realized Marinette was still holding his hand.  She squeezed it gently, and he turned startled eyes on her to find she was grinning back at the Captain.

“Sorry, Captain,” she said.  “It was totally my fault.”

“Ah, don’t be blamin’ yerself, lass,” Anarka said, rolling her eyes fondly.  “I know how he gets around ye.  It be about time fer a break, anyhow.  I’ll be back with some grub in a bit.”  She paused before continuing on, leveling them with a knowing smirk.  “A wee bit.  Mind yerselves, now.”

She waved them off and made her way for the shore, leaving Luka staring after her.  Once she was gone, he turned back to Marinette with a wince.

“Sorry about…she means…” he tried, but Marinette’s soft giggle made him pause.  She stepped back over to him, her hand squeezing his again as she looked up at him from under her lashes.  Her gaze was almost shy, which was…insane, because he couldn’t remember the last time Marinette was shy around him.

“She’s not…she’s not wrong though, right?” she asked, and there was just enough of a nervous edge to her voice – just enough uncertainty in her eyes – that it made him pause.  His breath caught in his throat, and she squeezed his hand again.  “I…I kind of am.  Aren’t I?”

His eyes widened, but beyond that he wasn’t entirely sure what his face did.  Whatever expression he was wearing, it made her shrink back – and that was the last thing he wanted.  She swallowed as she looked down to their joined hands, and he was vaguely aware of her thumb rubbing against his.  He squeezed her hand and gave a gentle tug, encouraging her to come closer again.

“I-I mean…Luka, come on,” she sighed, her thumb tapping against the side of his hand.  “The only difference between us and Juleka and Rose most days is that right now Juleka’s probably kissing Rose and showing her just how hot she thinks that stupid piercing really is.”  She looked back up at him, a challenge in her eyes.  It was an expression he was very familiar with on Ladybug’s face, but not always Marinette’s, and it gave him pause, too.  If he thought the piercing was hot…  “And I can’t even say that’s a difference from when we were dating, not really, because you never kissed me then, either.”

Well, that hurt.

“…hey,” he said, his voice weak.  He tried to grin at her.  “It wasn’t for lack of trying.”

That didn’t seem like the right thing to say.  If anything, it just made her hold his hand tighter.  Made that stubborn Ladybug look intensify.

“So why aren’t you trying now?” she insisted, tugging on his hand.  Not for the first time that day, he felt like she had thrown him for a loop.  For several, actually.

“You…want me to?” he asked, dumbfounded.  He blinked at her, his brow furrowing as he studied her.  “Marinette.  You.  Seriously?”

“I thought it was obvious,” she sighed.  “I mean.  Luka.  I got my belly button pierced just to drive you a little crazy.”

“What?” he asked, his mouth dropping open.  She seemed to realize what she had just confessed a second too late, her eyes snapping open with a soft squeak as heat flooded her face.

“I-I-I mean not…I didn’t…I wanted to, because the flower was cute, and it was totally my choice,” she said quickly, shaking her head.  He was still staring at her, and she swallowed as she tugged his hand.  “B-but then Rose said…she said you’d think it was hot, and I wanted you to think I was hot, and…stop it, Luka!”

She slapped at his arm when he started laughing, but he couldn’t.  He was just…hearing her say that…damn it all, he was so happy.

She still…she still liked him.

Right?

That was what he was hearing, right?

She had to, if she wanted him to think she was hot.  (And how weird was that, because when had he ever not thought that about her?  Pierced belly button or not?)

“Marinette, you didn’t…I love it.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love it.  But you didn’t have to go that extreme to make me notice you,” he said, shaking his head.  He reached up to brush some hair behind her ear, and he rolled his eyes at how absurd the idea was.  A hesitant smile curled her lips when he looked back to her.  “As if you’d ever have to change a single thing about yourself to accomplish that.  I always notice you.  I have always thought you were hot.  More than hot.  It is ridiculous how easily you can derail every train of thought I have with just one look.”

Or without a look, but like hell he was about to confess to openly ogling her ass earlier.  At least…not yet.  He wasn’t quite sure she’d be happy to know about that yet.  He swallowed as his thumb rubbed the apple of her cheek.

“You…you do know that, right?” he asked, his voice sounding so nervous in his ears.  “You have to know how crazy I am about you.”

“Well, no, not really, when you don’t kiss me,” she huffed, but she was still smiling up at him.  “I…had hoped.  But I couldn’t be sure when you don’t want to kiss me.”

…she was absolutely ridiculous.

“That’s…entirely my mistake,” he conceded, nodding.  “One I should remedy.  Right now, if you’d like.”

His hand was still on her face.  His other still held hers by their sides.  He laid his palm against her cheek, tilting her head towards him just a bit.  He smiled softly at her as he leaned in.

“And for the record…I always want to kiss you, Marinette,” he murmured, his eyes starting to close.  He saw hers dart to his mouth before he closed them, and he felt her sigh against his lips before he pressed them to hers.  She melted against him, her hand squeezing his almost painfully, and that was all it took for him to wrap his arm around her waist and tug her against him.  She grunted at the movement, and it was too easy to open his mouth and run his tongue along her lip – to take that little gasp as an invitation to deepen the kiss.  At some point her hands had slid into his hair, and God if the way she tugged on it didn’t feel amazing…

She pulled away with a gasp, and when she turned her head it was too easy to trail a line of kisses along her jaw, up to her ear…she pulled on his hair, and he nipped at her earlobe – just below the stud – and then he did it again when that made another delicious little noise escape her.  He’d almost call it a moan.

“Too much?” he whispered, nudging her ear with his nose.  She hummed, but she didn’t pull away.  Her grip loosened on his hair, her fingers scratching lightly against his scalp, and he groaned as he dropped another kiss against her neck.  “Marinette…”

“Y-yes,” she panted.  He started to pull away, but she twisted her fingers in his hair and tugged.  She swallowed and dipped her head towards his shoulder, kissing along the line of his ripped-off sleeve.  “No.  I mean…I don’t know.”

“Talk to me,” he said, moving his hands to her hips and holding her loosely.  He gave her a gentle squeeze before rubbing along the waist of her shorts, and she nodded stiffly.  “Clearly, we need to get better at communicating.  Tell me what you want, Mari.”

“You,” she sighed, turning her head to kiss his neck.  He swallowed again, and she huffed out an exasperated breath.  “It’s just…”

“Too fast?” he asked.  He smiled when a laugh was startled out of her.  He rubbed his nose along her neck.  “Too much?”

“But it shouldn’t be, right?  We’ve been dancing around each other forever – glaciers have melted faster than we do, Luka,” she huffed.  He chuckled, and she tugged his hair again.  “I want this.  I want you.  I’ve always wanted you, Luka.  It was always you.”

He must have made some type of disagreeable noise or expression, because the next thing he knew she was tugging his mouth back to hers and kissing him firmly.

“Shut up.  It has been,” she insisted.  “Even when…Luka.  Before.  When…when I still thought I liked Adrien.  I liked him, sure, but…I didn’t think about kissing him like this.”

“You had your wedding planned out, Marinette,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.  “Three kids and beach house, remember?”

“Silly vague fantasies any girl would have about a supposed future spouse,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “And if I ever thought about kissing him, it was always just…a kiss.  Not a kiss.  I never dreamt about what his tongue in my mouth would feel like.  Never wanted to get pierced just to know what it’d feel like when he licked it.”

“Oh my God, Marinette…” he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.  She ducked her face against his chest, but he could still feel her blush burning through his shirt.

“We’ve been dancing around this forever, Luka,” she huffed, the hand on his shoulder clenching.  “I…I know it’s stupid, because it’s not too fast.  It just…”

Her fingertips on his jaw turned his head, and then her mouth was on his again.  That kiss was sweeter, though.  Just as charged, but…slower.  Full of some kind of promise that had him leaning into her, until she was taking a step back and…she gasped when her back hit the mast, or maybe that was when his thumb slipped under her shirt and stroked beside her navel.  His tongue slid along hers, and she sighed into the kiss as she arched against him.

“This…this is good, too,” she sighed when he pulled away.  He pecked another kiss against her lips, catching the lower one between his teeth, and she sighed again.  “We have time.  We don’t have to rush.”

“This isn’t rushing,” he insisted, stealing another kiss.  “You just said it.  This is years of missed kisses I need to make up for.”

“Years?” she asked with a giggle, and he nodded with a grin.

“Years,” he insisted.  “Starting with that kiss we never got at Crocodile Heart, and every one we missed out on after.  I could have been kissing you every day, Marinette.”

“I wanted you to,” she sighed, picking at the frayed edges of his sleeves.  “We really did miss out on years of kisses.”

“And I will spend the rest of our lives giving you every type of kiss you could possibly want,” he said, his voice low and dark with promise, “but right now you are driving me absolutely crazy, and I kind of just want to kiss you stupid.  So…”

She bit down on her lip as she grinned up at him, and he groaned as he dove at her again.  The hand on his shoulder slipped around his neck, tugging him closer, and he found his hand sliding from her hip, along her stomach, until his thumb brushed along her navel.  She shivered, a little sound that shot straight through him rising from the back of her throat, and he pulled away with a frown.

“Was…was that all right?” he asked.  “Is it still sore?”

“Not…not really,” she said, her hand fisting in the hair at the back of his neck and tugging gently.  His eyes started to close on him, and he swallowed as he nodded.

“Too much?” he asked again, just to be sure.  She shook her head.

“Definitely not,” she said.  She looked shy again when his eyes opened.  “I…I think I liked it?  It felt…”

He flicked at the piercing, and she shuddered as she tugged his hair again.

“…oh,” she breathed, her other hand fisting in his shirt.  “I…I definitely liked that.”

“Killing me,” he groaned, tucking his face against the crook of her neck.  He nudged the piercing again, grinning when she shivered.  “Ma’s probably not gonna be back for a while.”

“She said a wee bit,” she reminded him.  He hummed and kissed her neck.

“There’s a lot we can do in a wee bit,” he argued.  He grazed his teeth along her neck, loving the way that made her pull at his hair, too.  “…there’s a lot I want to do with you, Marinette.  Starting with your idea about licking.”

“I can’t believe I said that,” she groaned, dropping her head on his shoulder.  He chuckled and dropped another kiss against her neck, and then he drug his tongue along it, just to see her reaction.  She squeaked and tightened her grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer.  “L-Luka!  No.  You…the Captain’s probably on her way back.  You have a roof to finish.”

“I have one more pane to replace and until the sun goes down to do it,” he argued.  “And Ma…will probably love teasing us if she comes back and catches us like this.  So, ok.  We can go below.  Find somewhere where I can…what did you say Juleka was doing?  Showing Rose how hot she thinks the piercing is?”

She rolled her eyes, but she still kissed him back when he caught her mouth again.  He…really wanted to take her below.  His bed had to be worlds more comfortable than the mast.  One of the deck chairs was probably more comfortable than the mast.  He wasn’t picky, as long as she let him continue kissing her.

After all, hadn’t she just agreed they had years to make up for?

“You really like it?” she asked, her teeth pressing into her lip again as she picked at his hair.  “You don’t…think it’s stupid?”

“It’s hot,” he insisted.  He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips.  “And I love it.  Just like I love you.”

She sucked in a breath, and he kissed her one more time.  Just because he could.

“Just to get it all out there,” he said, rubbing their noses together.  “Since.  Y’know.  Glaciers are melting faster than we do.”

“C-climate change is no joke, Luka,” she teased.  He rolled his eyes, but that time she kissed him – before he could even try to kiss her.  She was grinning as she pulled back.  “But if we are trying to beat the glaciers here…I love you, too.”

She kissed him again, her lips chasing after his as he took a step back towards the door that would lead them below.  She squeezed his hand as he reached for the door, feeling entirely too giddy for the grin curling her lips as she looked at him.

“You dork.”

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

[anakinsthot]

Hiiii!

Can I ask for "knocking on the wrong door au" for the short fic thing??

(from this prompt list)

Thank you! This is not so much the wrong door as right address wrong person, but the idea grabbed me immediately and I had to write it.

1.3k

The cat in Anakin’s arms was surprisingly docile. It looked up at him with large green eyes, blinking slowly every so often.

“Where did you come from?” he asked quietly. The little tabby had been hiding in the shed behind his house. In between a disemboweled lawn mower and the snow blower Anakin had been about to take out, the little thing had been curled into a tight ball. When Anakin, gloves on just in case, picked it up it went limp in his arms. He’d momentarily worried that the poor thing had just died. When it started purring, a thin scratchy sound, he sighed in relief.

Anakin brought it into the house, where it could warm up and drink some water. He found an old can of tuna out of a cupboard and offered it that as well. While the cat ate, Anakin noticed it was wearing a collar with a tag. He unclipped it gently, trying not to disturb the cat while it ate, and turned it over in his hands. On one side was a name – Boga – and on the other an address. 212 Baker St. That was just a block down from Anakin’s house.

While he waited for Boga to finish eating, Anakin looked for something suitable as a cat carrier. He’d never owned a pet, having grown up in a small apartment that had a strict no pets policy, and had been tossing the idea around for a couple months now that he owned his own house. He had the vague idea that something enclosed on all sides was recommended for cats. When nothing suitable turned up Anakin sighed and grabbed one of the canvas bags his mother had given him for grocery shopping.

“Please don’t jump out,” he told the cat, before setting her into the bag. When he put picked it up she sat quietly, little head poking out of the top as she looked around. “I’m going to take you home, ok?”

Baker St was a cross street to Anakin’s, just four houses down. 212 turned out to be the second on the street. He stopped out front, frowning. There was a sold sign in the front yard and a u-haul in the driveway. Anakin crossed his fingers, hoping that it was the old family moving out and the cat had simply gotten out in the commotion.

He knocked on the door and waited. A voice called out that they’d be right there, and then he heard the sound of someone shoving things out of the way.

The man who opened the door looked flustered. Anakin sympathized – he had probably looked the same when he was packing and unpacking in his last move. Despite his red cheeks and messy hair, he looked unfairly good for someone who had presumably been moving boxes all day. His long sleeves were rolled up to show well-muscled biceps and his sweatpants were quite flattering. Anakin swallowed and tried to focus on the man’s blue eyes.

“Can I help you?” the man asked gruffly.

“I’ve got your cat,” Anakin said, holding the bag in front of him. Boga meowed plaintively. “She was in my shed, I figure she must have slipped out and gotten scared while you were moving things?”

“That’s not my cat, but good luck finding her owner,” the man said and started to close the door.

Anakin stuck his foot out. It was rude, he knew, but someone abandoning their animal like this much worse.

“This is 212 Baker St, right?”

“Yes,” the man said slowly. He’d given up on trying to close the door, but hadn’t opened it all the way either.

“Then this is your cat,” Anakin told him, showing him the tag on the collar. “Maybe you don’t want her any more but it’s pretty fucking shitty to just abandon her. At least give me whatever things you have left and I’ll make sure she gets a home where she’s actually cared for.”

“That’s not my cat,” the man repeated. “I just bought the house. I’m moving in right now.”

Anakin swallowed. “I’m… sorry,” he said slowly. “I’ll just, go I guess. Congrats on the new house.”

Something must have shown on his face, because the other man’s expression softened and he opened the door all the way and invited Anakin in.

“I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he offered, “why don’t you come in and we can decide what to do from here.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Anakin told him. He pulled Boga out of the bag as soon as the door was closed behind him. She curled up in his arms right away, her scratchy purr starting up again. “And this is Boga.”

The living room was littered with boxes and a couch that was only half-way put together. Obi-Wan sat on one of the boxes and gestured for Anakin to do the same, cheeks pink.

“I’m sorry about the mess, but as I said. I’m just moving in today.”

Anakin lowered himself tentatively onto a box. It bent under him, just a bit, but Obi-Wan seemed unconcerned.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” Anakin laughed a little. “Normally I try and greet new neighbors with baked goods or something, not a cat.”

Obi-Wan smiled at him. It was possibly the most beautiful smile Anakin had ever seen. He looked down at Boga quickly, trying to hide the flush he could feel on his cheeks.

“Unfortunately the sellers moved out a month ago, and they didn’t say anything about their cat,” Obi-Wan said. “I don’t have their contact info, but I can have my realtor reach out to them. I fear you’re right about her being abandoned, though. Surely they would have asked me to keep an eye out if she’d escaped.”

“If you could, that would be great,” Anakin tried to sound optimistic, but he thought Obi-Wan was probably right. “I can keep her until you hear back. I don’t have anything for cats but I think the local grocery store carries pet supplies and they’re still open.”

“No need for that. I was planning on adopting a cat after I got settled in and I have everything already,” Obi-Wan interrupted him. “If they don’t want her back I’ll keep her.”

He stood and walked over to Anakin, reaching out to take Boga. Reflexively, Anakin tightened his arms around her. He’d been prepared to give her back to her family, of course. But as soon as Obi-Wan had revealed he wasn’t her owner, thoughts of keeping her had started to form. In his arms, she meowed quietly and squirmed.

Anakin swallowed and stood up. “That’s great,” he said, holding her out to Obi-Wan. She was a docile as ever as they exchanged her and butted her head against Obi-Wan’s chin, rubbing a cheek against his beard, when he settled her in his arms. “Um.” Anakin hesitated at the door, reluctant to just leave like this.

“Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll keep you updated on her?” Obi-Wan offered.

Anakin smiled in relief and quickly pulled out his phone. Obi-Wan recited his number, and after Anakin had sent him a text and given Boga one final pat on the head, he left.

Back at his house, Anakin looked around. He could picture it now, how a cat would fill the space. Where the food and water bowl would go, which corner would be best for a cat tree. Sinking onto his couch, he pulled up the website for the local animal shelter and started scrolling through the available pets.

Two hours and ten open tabs about cat care later, his phone pinged with a text.

There was a photo – a selfie – of Obi-Wan laying down on the now assembled couch with Boga on his chest.

Boga Kenobi and I would like to invite you over for dinner.

Anakin bit his lip and smiled. I’d love that.

[daddyhausen]

I love your fics and am so excited your requests are open again! Could I please request from the NSFW headcannon prompt list numbers 56, 62, 65 with Ricky Starks? Much appreciated for what you do for us! ❤️

• headcannon — ricky starks •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*. 

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*. 

{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { ricky starks masterlist }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*. 

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, drunk sex, public sex, rough sex, male orgasm, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 530

{ pairing } — fem!reader x ricky starks

{ genre } — smut

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @eddie-kingstons-wifey @thenerdybaker523

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ 56 } — if we get caught i’m blaming you

{ 62 } — how quickly can you cum?

{ 65 } — guess i’ll have to cum inside you then

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*. 

his body flushed and heated 

pressed up against yours, pinning you to the bathroom door

the two of you in a mere bubble of serenity

safe from the house party that raged out outside

you could barely make out the distorted bass and warble of rhythms through the mix of ricky’s and your own moans 

his hands travel under your tight, vinyl skirt 

fingers tapping at your skin as he looped them through your panties, pulling them down swiftly 

“if we get caught i’m blaming you” 

you reminded him, only being met with a chuckle in response

“relax, you’re brother’s far too busy to even notice”

that was true.

daniel, your brother, was indeed busy overseeing whatever this gathering had turned out to be 

this was his house after all 

he’s probably gotten himself blind drunk by now, not that that would surprise you in such a setting

the taste of cheap vodka still lingered on ricky’s lips, as it did yours 

leaving you buzzing with anticipation

ricky was quick, unbuttoning his jeans with a single hand, the other keeping you pinned between the wall and his body 

his gaze never left yours, so alluring was his stare, it made you knees weak, almost caving in 

his lips so close to yours, yet never touching, almost teasing you with his kiss. 

“jump” he ordered after freeing his cock

he hooked his hands underneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist 

a small grunt fell from his parted lips as he filled you up

a delicious warmth flooded your veins, feeling so full of him. 

“fuck…ricky-” you whimpered, trying to keep your volume low despite the blaring noise outside

his hips moved at a violent pace, slamming and snapping against yours with passionate thrusts 

“be loud, babygirl. he can’t hear us” 

and by god loud you were

screaming his name in fits of passion 

nails clawing into the material of his satin shirt

“y/n? are you in there?” your brother’s drunken calls filled your ears from behind the door

you quickly covered your mouth while ricky halted his movements 

daniel repeated his calls

you could almost see him visibly pouting by the sound of his voice

ricky busted out into a small, quiet fit of laughter, one to which you slapped his shoulder lightly 

“how quickly can you cum?” he asked quietly into your ear

“how the hell am i supposed to know that?!” you retorted through a whisper yell

“guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”

ricky resumed his movements, slamming into you with vicious speed 

all the while you tried to keep your mouth shut as your brothers knuckles constantly rapped at the door 

“fuck-” ricky crooned into the crook of your neck

slowing his thrusts as he pumped his seed deep inside of you

not even allowing any room for your orgasm before he pulled out 

his cum seeping down your thighs, coating your panties as you pulled them up again 

“once he leaves, meet he in the car”  

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*. 

[razorblade180]

Shiva/Snowflake ramblings

It’s been like 6 months since snowflakes finished. Talked a little bit about certain things but now I’ll blurt out more and probably end up repeating myself a little.

I made a post theorizing the origin of dust a long time ago as well as spoke about the topic briefly in a V6 review post. Nobody seemed to notice that luckily because it had the answer to what Diamond Dust was. I lived in fear for many years….

In the OC Test where everyone wore Halloween costumes, I had Summer dressed as Frisk with a knife because there was soul shenanigans happening with Dust.

In all my posts about Shiva, I never gave her a separate hashtag. They’re all under Summer’s name because all her actions and feelings were Summer’s.

I made a list of all my characters about they would survive Summer’s situation with Diamond Dust. I never eliminated before but their results were based off of how authentic they are to themselves as well as their self love/respect.

This was something I did for myself but I took every opportunity in questions for Shiva among other prompts to write her making ice daggers because I knew I was gonna write Nick getting stabbed with one.

In the first chapter I had Nick hug Shiva with his heated and use a fire glyph under their feet. The final battle outside ends with a bigger version of that and Vee.

The Wolf faunus they fought is obviously inspired by the big bad wolf, but her aesthetic and hair is just me having Roxanne Wolf brain rot after playing fnaf.

I spent a lot of time thinking of ways to get Veronica free falling so causally before her depressing monologue. My favorite one is in that same chapter where she jumps off the balcony to catch Val; because she gets to see what that looks like from an outsiders perspective. It’s also the only time Vee can’t bail, and actually hits the floor.

Originally I was gonna have Summer and Nick finally do their combo summoning to beat Shiva but I thought the discredited Summer’s ability to best Shiva.

Shiva was gonna make a ice “hell hound” of Dolt, their former dog, in the final fight. The chapter was already incredibly long though and my hands were cramping. It also meant dropping all pretense of what Shiva was because she wasn’t actually around when they had the dog.

If i were to make a sequel I’d know what it’d be about and kinda planted seeds with harsh weather and revitalized Dust being linked. It could be real problem if other people found Dust that are similar to Diamond Dust

Originally this story wasn’t this complex. It was a simple case of “you’re simply at odds with yourself” but everyone guessed that in an hour and I took that personally. 💀 which ballooned into me fleshing out the dust theory and adding a fragmented soul to it.

During the tournament fight Summer had with her channeling Shiva, I kept having her reach for her hip in confusion. The soul of who would’ve been known as Shiva was a pirate and her gun was on that side. I wanted to play with the idea of muscle memory or old habits in the same way I did with Oscar and Oz

Not really a fact but I’m happy that I found ways to slip in Penny making that bomb multiple times. As well as Nick getting in between Summer and a threat before the fatal moment.

Ruth was a one off character before I decided to not be a monster and expand upon Ruby wanting a family.

Summer’s white guitar with a black paw print in honor of Dolt was me being a little cheeky because by then I had decided her therapy puppy in the end, Dunce, was a Dalmatian.

Originally I wanted some of Val’s eternal struggle to come from the idea she might be Trans. I didn’t fucking trust myself to write that well enough so I scrapped it. I tried for like a year or two but I didn’t think it was any good,

[i-am-still-bb]

Day 1: power outage OR first meeting

DarkHawk, T

Ao3

--

Jim jumped when the kitchen door slammed open with a blast of arctic wind and swirling snowflakes that were more icy pellets than fluffy, pillowy flakes. Arms full, Ross struggled to kick the door closed until Jim grabbed it with both hands and forced it back into its frame and turned the heavy iron bolt.

“Nippy?” Jim asked conversationally as he helped remove shopping bags from Ross’ arms so that he could set things down and take off his coat.

“Fucking brass monkeys,” Ross swore.

Jim started pulling items from the bags. “How was it?”

“The store or the roads?”

“Yes.”

“A disaster.”

“Which one?”

“Both.” Ross sighed as he hung up his coat, hat, and gloves that had started to drip as the snowflakes melted. He sat down to start prizing chunks of ice from the laces of his boots.

“I’ll take those,” Jim held his hand out for Ross’ boots.

“Thanks.”

Jim deposited the boots next to the fireplace with its shimmering coals—just in case—and returned to putting food away.

“How were they disasters?”

“Hmm?” Ross was stretched out on the chair, long legs in the way, arms crossed across his chest, and eyes closed.

“The store and the roads,” Jim prompted.

“Oh,” Ross groaned as he stretched from curled shoulders to stretched toes before relaxing and opening his eyes. “There must be at least four inches of snow on the ground already and it’s only been two hours.”

“Fuck,” Jim whistled. He peeked out the window over the kitchen sink. It was fogged up and covered in melted droplets. From here it did not look that bad. But he could see the thin layer of snow that had already accumulated on the 4x4. Swiping at his phone screen he pulled up the weather radar. “And it’s only just started.” The wind what whistled as it came around the corner from the field seemed just a little bit more ominous. And Jim was more aware of the leaking around the window; he could almost feel a breeze and he definitely felt the cooler air that always hovered near the windows.

“Yeah. We’ll probably be snowed in for a bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost power.”

“I did notice the lack of perishables.”

“That wasn’t on purpose. There was nothing left. The coolers were empty. The only milk that was left was soy—”

Jim pulled a face.

“—I know, that’s why I didn’t get it, and some flavored coffee creamer.”

“I’d rather use that powdered stuff that we use when camping than use soy milk.”

“Well, there is plenty of the powdered stuff. I’ll just have to fetch it from the shed. Later.”

Just then the power flickered off. They both stared at the light fixture in the silence that only the lack of power could bring, no humming refrigerator, no forced air coming up from the vents. The power came sputtering back on a moment later. It was on just long enough for the oven, the microwave, and other appliances to beep their complaints about the incorrect time before it went out again with a POP.

“Well,” Jim said.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll get the flashlights,” Jim thumbed on his phone’s flashlight.

“I’ll close the curtains, vents, and shut up the rooms we won’t be using,” Ross grumbled, hauling himself to his feet.

“Hey, you know what this means?” Jim asked, a sparkled of mischief on his face.

Ross’ tone was sharp. “What?”

Jim raised his eyebrows. “Don’t be like that. It’s not all bad.” He closed the gap between them and curled an arm around Ross’ waist. He could still feel Ross’ body heat through his thick green sweater.

Ross opened his mouth and started to list the reasons why it was that bad.

Jim made an admonishing noise. He brushed his nose against Ross’ neck. “Everything is going to be closed,” he said softly, forcing Ross to quit his grumbling so he could listen. “No one will be able to visit until the roads are cleared.” A brushed kiss to the hollow spot beneath Ross’ jaw. “No work.” A kiss that lingered on that spot just behind Ross’ ear. “Nothing to do, but lay in bed in front of that fireplace and—”

Ross turned his head to capture the next kiss. He groaned quietly as it stretched on.

When it ended it took him a moment to open his eyes. “We should…” he started to say quietly and without conviction.

“Close everything up? Make sure that we’ve got flashlights and batteries? Enough firewood?” Jim offered cheerfully.

Ross huffed as they separated.

“Necessities first, then this,” Jim gave Ross’ butt a quick squeeze with the hand not holding his phone.

“Tease.”

“You like it!” Jim tossed over his shoulder before he disappeared into the cellar to search for flashlights and anything else they might need for the time being.

[hoe4hotchner]

reader has a crush on hotch and hotch calls them a pet name

Just a little coaxing is needed

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: The reader is in their late 20’s in this. Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: None!!! It’s pure fluff.

Waking up to your alarm with a loud groan, you flop over on your back as you hit the snooze button. Today was going to suck, you could already tell, as you let yourself for the extra 8 minutes.

Last night you had gotten back to Quantico at about 3 am, after an explicitly long case that had been pulling everyone’s teeth out. It had been an especially tough one, seeing as the unsub had left little to no evidence of his crimes leaving you with nothing.

Upon arrival at the headquarters, Hotch had dismissed everybody with a firm not and an expectation of having them show back up for work at 7 am sharp. He wanted this case out of the world as soon as possible, and if that meant having a tired team write their reports, so be it.

All the way down with the elevator to the ground level, Morgan and JJ had complained about Hotch’s orders being unreasonable and inhumane, but you, you didn’t speak a word. Maybe it was the exhaustion that you couldn’t seem to shake from your body. Or maybe it was the fact that for the past two years you’d been crushing on your boss. How could you defy the man that you felt so in love with that you’d jump in front of a bullet for him.

Your attraction towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the team, as they’d noticed the subliminal hints your body had given off when he was around. They loved to tease you about it, telling you that you looked like a love-sick puppy dog, floating on a pink cloud behind him.

During cases, you’d managed to keep your calm whenever you were paired up with him. Not wanting to jeopardize your work with your dumb feelings. You couldn’t be together, it would be wrong. He was your boss! And the age gap didn’t help much either.

Sitting at your desk you slowly punched away on your keyboard, determined to get this report done so you could get to the stack of paperwork that had piled up next to you. Your eyes were slowly starting to feel heavier, as the lack of sleep finally caught up to you.

“(Y/L/N), can I have a word with you in my office?” Hotch called from the door, catching you off guard and snapping you out of your dozing state. As you got up from your desk, farthest back in the bullpen, and made your way across the room the others started cooing you on. Small oohs and mocking kiss sounds followed you all the way up the stairs but stopped once your hand landed on the door handle.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You said as you sat down opposite him at his desk. He looked up from his own report that he was writing, his eyebrows raised.

“Just a second love, then I’ll be with you.” He mentioned before dotting the last few words down on the paper. You started spacing out. Had he just called you love?! No, you probably head him wrong. Why would Hotch call you that? He was your boss, that’s not a normal dialogue between an agent and a unit chief. Your mind was running wild trying to make sense of what had just happened. What did it all mean? You didn’t mind though, but it was all so confusing to you in your tired state.

“(Y/N)! Hello, are you there?” He snapped you out of your trance, seeing as you blinked your eyes with a quick flinch.

“Sorry sir, I’m just a little tired from the case.” You explained, trying to push the thoughts away. He understood although he knew that that wasn’t why you zoned out. None of you mentioned the pet name he had given you, as he cut to the chase.

“Strauss and I have a meeting later; do you think you have time to write this report as well?” He asked handing you a folder from your previous case. “It'll mean a little over time, it’s fine if you’re too tired, we just have to get through all of this before the heads upstairs come down for their annual performance reviews,” Hotch explained as you skimmed over the case, getting yourself reacquainted with the details.

“Sure.” You smiled, hating yourself for saying yes to him. But how could you say no? Your heart fluttered every time you even looked at him, feeling your crush take over as you became more compliant. If it had been anyone else asking, you’d probably have said no, knowing that you needed to catch up on rest. “Anything else, sir?” You propositioned as you stood back up ready to head out the door.

“No, dismissed.” He motioned you off. Just before you were about to leave his office he stopped you. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, turning back around to look at him.

“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.

“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.

“What did he want?” Prentiss asked, spinning around in her own chair.

“More work.” You groaned dumping the file on your desk.

Hours went by and the pile on your desk seemed unending as it felt like you never managed to make a dent in it. The others had gone home long ago, leaving their piles for tomorrow, or whenever there was time to actually do paperwork. With the number of cases, the team consulted on, as well as helped with you never had enough time for the administrative stuff, in the long run, spending a couple of days to a week at a time out of the city.

Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you groaned, letting the pen you’d been twirling between your fingers fall down on top of the desk. You were working on Hotch’s report, struggling to remember certain details from that specific case. Truth be told, you felt like a failure. Why hadn’t he just given the report to Spence? You thought, he was after all the child prodigy and boy genius of the team. He’d have had it finished several hours ago.

Pulling yourself together you dragged yourself over to the coffee station, hoping that a hot cup could quicken you enough up to finish the report, so you could finally head home to sleep. You hated how you were such a big people pleaser, and especially when it came to Hotch. It caused you great strain on your mental health as you often ended up pulling long shifts or all-nighters, trying to help your friends with what you could.

The caffeine did nothing to help, as it only appeared to make you feeling more exhausted in the end. Before you knew of it, it was 11 o’clock and you’d barely finished the report when a text from an old college friend popped up on your screen, asking if you’d want to go out with them. You quickly responded, dismissing the idea, as you got up from your desk, practically dragging yourself back up to Hotch’s office for the second time that day.

You hadn’t seen him leave, so you slowly knocked with small slaps on the wooden structure with the back of your hand. A muffled “come in” was heard. Hotch didn’t look up from the reports he was reading through and signing off on when you entered.

“What do you need.” He dismissively said, not looking up at you, nor knowing who it was. He assumed that it had just been someone from the night shift or maybe the cleaning staff wanting to know when they’d be able to clean his office.

“I’m just here to drop this off.” You quietly said, not wanting to disturb him anymore as you held up the finished report in your right hand. Hotch looked up when he heard your voice, seeing the condition you’d been in.

“Honey, you look terrible.” He pointed out, this time a new name fell from his lips. Truth be told, you did look horrible. You had large bags under your eyes, your hair ruffled as you’d pushed your fingers through it in frustration, your eyes felt heavy and droopy and you felt like you were swaying from side to side whenever you stood still. Your gaze fell on him, as you had perked up slightly at the mention of the pet name.

“Hotch? What’s going on?” You asked, confused, not being used to getting this sort of treatment from your boss, or any man as of lately. Making your way closer to his desk you dropped the report in his inbox, before sitting down. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, you unfocused your gaze on him, as you waited for his response.

“What do you mean agent?” He questioned, knowing exactly what you meant. He was just toying with you, waiting for the moment to occur between the two of you.

“You’ve kept on calling me love and honey all day, and It feels kind of unprofessional, although it has only been said between the two of us.” You slumped down in the chair, feeling like you were in the principal’s office back in elementary school, getting scolded for something, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh, so that’s the problem, I thought you like it though.” He grinned, pushing you further and further to admit your feelings towards him.

“That’s not the problem, I actually do love it but….” You stopped yourself as you widened your eyes. You’d let it slip. You fell silent as you tried to redirect your gaze elsewhere in the room.

“I know.” Hotch suddenly blurted out, catching you off guard as there had been a moment of awkward silence between the two of you.

“Know what?” You asked looking back over at him.

“That you like me. I’m a profiler for heaven’s sake (Y/N), you haven’t even tried to repress those feelings at work, I’ve noticed.” He explained, doing the thing you’d promised not to do to each other, your job.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you stood up and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Or not, you thought. Mostly, you wanted to dig yourself a deep hole and just lie in it until this whole thing blew over and Hotch soon would’ve forgotten the conversation, if that even was possible. The man seemed to remember everything. He was like a goddamn elephant, never forgetting.

Upon opening the door, it was quickly slammed shut, as you were flipped around. Before you managed to comprehend the situation and make sense of it, a pair of lips are pressed against yours, kissing you with passion as you feel a hand sneak up to cup your cheek. Your hand weakly moves up to his chest as you lean into the kiss, letting him deepen it. You were still in shock and surprised at what was taking place in Hotch’s office.

When Hotch pulled away from the kiss, letting you both catch your breath, he rested his forehead against yours. Staring each other into your eyes.

“If you hadn’t guessed it, I also like you.” He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “You just needed a little coaxing to finally admit your feelings.” He grinned. Your body was pressed between his broad frame and the door as you still tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“Hotch?” You asked. Your head was spinning as the world around you seemed to have stopped in its tracks. You felt the butterflies flutter around it your stomach as you were slowly coming down from the high that was Aaron Hotchner.

“Mhm?” He hummed.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too, love.”

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn." / "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

♡ pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / I was listening to Theme from New York, New York by Frank Sinatra and felt like it fit Percy so well. I feel like all of Percy's vibe just screams Frank Sinatra in some way.

you always found it odd that so many kids from the Aphrodite cabin had told you that they felt you and Percy were bound to be together. at the time, you found it almost offensive considering he was dating Annabeth but a few months after, you along with everyone else heard that they had broken up.

you felt like you weren't within your rights to ask why they broke up, even if he was your close friend, and just waited until he told you himself. you found it surprising. everyone in the camp felt as though Annabeth and Percy were going to make it all the way to marriage but when he told you that they had fallen out of love, you sat in shock.

it had been a few months since then and while they remained friends, you could tell Annabeth was already going on a few dates herself, to which you felt happy for her. all the while, Percy hadn't seemed interested in anyone. you knew a lot of people would fall at the knees to date him but you couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't accepted any.

"whatcha doin'?" you heard Percy ask, practically barging into your room. you looked up from your notebook, shaking your head, "not much, why?" you asked. he pulled something out of his pocket, "my mom, Paul, and I are going to watch the Yankee's game and we have a spare ticket. wanna come along?"

you smiled, immediately getting up and pushing your chair in.

"hell yeah I want to go! lets go Jackson," you said, kicking him in the back of the leg as he passed you the ticket. you saw the time and stood confused, "the tickets say seven and it's only three?" you asked. he pushed you along as the two of you walked out of the camp.

"my mom wants to catch pizza before the game. she claims we haven't spent enough time together lately."

you giggled, "please, that's so sweet. being the daughter of Ares, it's not exactly something he'd want to do....ever," Percy shoved you but didn't press it any longer. he knew your dad was an asshole and so were all your siblings and he meant that in the most respectful way possible.

the subway ride to Percy's mom's place was filled with you and Percy talking about anything and everything. you knew Percy could've told any of the boys to come along so you found it a bit endearing to know that he picked you to come along. you were also meeting his mom for the first time so you were a bit nervous on that end.

"my sister should be awake. she's usually up and trying to crawl around this time." your eyes widened realizing he was talking about Estelle. you knew she was only a few months old and meant that she was not walking yet, "oh my god, a baby!" you clapped happily as you walked up the stairs.

Sally's apartment stood at the very top of the building and you heard giggles coming from the other side of the door. Percy practically barged into the apartment, seeing Estelle on the ground as Sally tried fixing her onesie.

"hey mom!" he said bending down to grab Estelle as Sally stood up, " you must be ( your name ), nice to meet you," she said excitedly as she brought you in for a hug. you were taken back by the sudden hug but returned it, "nice to meet you as well. is that your daughter?" you asked, the itching feeling to wanting to hold her creeping up.

she nodded, grabbing Estelle and handing her over to you, "oh my god, you're precious. Percy, she's adorable!" you exclaimed, instantly making her jump in your arms. Percy gave you a smile as you looked to Sally, "is she attending the game? looks like she's ready with her little gear," you asked as you saw the Yankee's onesie on her.

Sally agreed, saying that she didn't want to separate from Estelle from too long. you helped Sally put Estelle's jacket and hat on as Percy and Paul spoke with each other, "she's so cute, I can't handle it," you tried not to squeal as Sally laughed, "fan of babies?" she asked.

you shrugged, "I wouldn't say fan but infants are just so cute," you gushed, squishing Estelle's cheeks. all of you walked out as you had her in your arms while Percy tried making her laugh.

Paul and Sally watched as they smiled to each other, "they'd make great parents," Paul murmured as Sally agreed, "not right now but in five years, I wouldn't mind seeing grandkids," you were paying no mind as you and Percy were in your own little world with his sister.

the ride to Yankee stadium was a short one as everyone was crowded around each other. all of you got quickly scanned in and sat towards the front of the crowd. you sat in between Percy and Sally as you had Estelle on your leg. you knew Paul and Percy were the bigger fans as you and Sally went along for the fun time. you knew the basics of baseball but you like Sally were confused on some parts.

the rivalry ran deep as the Yankee's were playing the Red Sox's and you could tell both of the boys were getting extremely into the game. Paul and Percy screaming to a few Sox's fans with words you were surprised that Percy even said in front of his mom. you looked over to Sally and started laughing as you heard both of the heavy New York accents coming out of them.

"I don't think I've ever seen Percy this invested in anything....ever," you murmured to Sally as she agreed, "he was a fan when he was a child but he was never like this," she replied as Percy stood up again, screaming at the top of his lungs that a player was safe.

both you and Sally remained talking amongst each other, briefly getting up to get drinks for the other two. you had offered to feed Estelle her bottle as Sally sipped on a glass of wine. you knew caring for an infant was hard but you knew that she birthed Percy, someone who was probably ten times harder to deal with as a baby.

"we should get going but the two of you should stay for the rest of the game. who knows when's the next time you'll get a chance to see a game," Paul and Sally told the two of you a bit later on. you nodded understandingly, "of course, thank you inviting me," you whispered as you gave Sally a hug.

she smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around a lot more so I'll see you later," you wondered what she meant by as she turned to tell Percy goodbye. you didn't bother to ask as you felt the New York breeze start to get colder. Percy could tell as you turned over to him, "would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It probably smells like you," you asked.

Percy didn't hesitate to take off his hoodie, placing it on your lap as you quickly put it on. you were drowning it as you smelled Percy's cologne right away. he had a ocean and wood smell to him. the game was in its eighth inning, the Yankee's leading the score with 10-8. you knew Chiron would want all of you back at camp before midnight and the ride back to the camp would be long.

"wanna head back, I can tell you're getting sleepy," you heard Percy whisper in your ear. you nodded, lifting your head from his shoulder as the two of walked out of the stadium. the stars littered the sky as there was no cloud in sight, "tonight was fun. your family is so cute," you told Percy.

he smiled, "I know, it took a long time to get us here," he murmured. you gave him a smile as you felt Percy slowly slip his hand in yours. you gave him a look as he tried to hide his blush, "aw, it's Theme from New York New York by Frank Sinatra," you told him as you squeezed his hand in approval.

you heard fans drunkenly singing along to the song on the subway as you and Percy laughed, "I want to be apart of it...NEW YORK, NEW YORK," both you and Percy sang, giggling with each other. Percy was holding your side as the subway was in complete shambles with everyone singing.

"If I can make it there, I'll make it practically anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York!"

you looked up to Percy who was already staring down at you lovingly. you felt him bend down a bit, placing a kiss on your lips as you instantly returned it.

"And find that I'm number one, Top of the list, King of the hill."

the crowd continued to sing as you gave Percy a smile and snuggled closer to him. you heard the subway ding off the stop as you and Percy hopped off. you remained in Percy's side embrace as the two of you entered the camp. most of the campers were asleep as only a few scarce campers were still awake.

Percy dropped you off at the door of the Ares cabin, "thank you for today," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. he nodded, placing one back on yours as he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze, "we should do it again," he whispered back.

you agreed, opening the door and blowing him a kiss in return before shutting it. Percy stood in place for a moment before jumping in Breakfast Club style. he walked back to his cabin, a smile plastered on his face as he fell into bed, as happy as ever.

+

you woke up the next morning, all of your siblings already gone as you heard a knock on your door. you had fell asleep with Percy's sweater on and a pair of shorts as you released a yawn of sleepiness. you walked over to the door and laughed tiredly, seeing as it was Percy.

"I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn," you saw the bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and laughed as you grabbed it and sat on the steps of your cabin, "I appreciate it," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek, making his blush again.

[parkersbliss]

Tough | K. Brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

warnings: blood, cursing, kaz being a simp

wc; 2K

synopsis: mission gone wrong… gone right?

prompts: 028: “hey, hey, hey, I’m right here.” 030: “you could’ve died!”

a/n: I don’t know how I always end up so off track

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

—

“This is ridiculous,” Jesper hisses, looking between you and Inej. “Someone tell him that!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Tell Kaz to back out of a job? No way.”

“I prefer to keep my head,” Inej said.

Jesper rolls his eyes. “You’ll lose it either way at this point!”

“Jesper, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not! Do you realize how-”

“Shut up, Jesper,” Kaz scowled through the earpiece.

Jesper mumbles something under his breath, but you don’t catch it.

“How’s everything looking, Kaz?” Inej asked.

“One last round of guards, and then you two can come in.”

You nod, securing your gun in place as you stand up.

“If you two don’t come back, I told you so!” Jesper said.

“If we don’t come back, we probably ditched you,” You quip back.

Jesper scoffs, standing up. “At least I still have Wylan.”

“No, you don’t,” Wylan responded through the earpiece.

Jesper throws his hands in the air, “No one appreciates the voice of wisdom around here.”

“(Y/N), Inej, go.”

Inej takes the lead, climbing the gate and dropping safely on the other side. You follow after and make a run for the main entrance. You hide behind a column, holding your breath as two guards walk back to their posts. A hand sticks out from the opposite column on you, and Inej makes a hand signal that means go.

With what you hope are quiet footsteps, you emerge from behind the column and follow Inej to the hallway to the left. You patiently wait as two Grisha emerge from the bedrooms, and in the span of a few seconds, it takes the door to close; you both rush in.

Inej opens the closet, throwing you a kefta, and you gasp at the softness of the fabric.

“Do you think we can keep these?” You jokingly ask.

“Unless you want to be an even bigger target in Ketterdam: I’d advise not.”

“They’re bulletproof and warm,” You said, slipping on the blue kefta with red and yellow detailing.

Inej only hums as she slips hers on, which has green swirls embellished on it.

“Tidemaker,” You said.

“Inferni,” Inej replied. “Suits you.”

You both walk out of the bedroom, the kefta’s making it easier to walk through the palace undetected. The Grisha all automatically assumed you belonged there. They didn’t bother to take a good look at your face.

“Status?” Kaz asked.

“On track,” You said softly, passing by two Grisha’s.

Kaz nods on his side, dressed as a guard inside of the palace. He waits patiently by the door for the two of you. He can just barely spot Wylan in the distance, acting as a servant to the Queen.

She was too stuck up to ever notice or acknowledge any of the servant's names. Similar to the Mercher’s back in Ketterdam.

What snobs they are.

Kaz watches as you and Inej round the corner. The Kefta’s fit both of you surprisingly well. He nods at you two, giving Wylan one last glance before going to unlock the Queen’s room. His fingers and quick, and the lock cracks open in a few seconds.

In those few seconds, someone screams. You can hear Wylan laughing nervously before being pinned down by a guard.

Kaz instantly stops what he’s doing as you all watch the scene unfold. They disarm him, grabbing a remote and throwing it across the floor.

“Get back!” Kaz shouts as the button lands first onto the ground. There’s a moment of silence, utter stillness as you and Inej look toward the Queen’s room, and then it explodes. The blast echoes through the castle and shatters everything. Pieces of rumble rain down as the building begins to shake.

You slam against the adjacent wall, coughing at the dust and groaning. Blood trickles down from your forehead, and your entire body aches.

A low moan catches your attention, and you look up to see a crystal chandelier, cracks surrounding the ceiling it was attached to.

“(Y/N)!” You can hear Kaz scream as it gives way.

You don’t have enough time to get away, you know that. Your vision was still blurry, a loud ringing in your ears. You were too disoriented to even comprehend the idea of being pierced with the decorative piece.

But Kaz isn’t.

He lunges forward, tackling you to the opposite end and shielding you with his body. He’s holding his breath the entire time, counting in his head and reminding himself that it’s just you. If he lets go, then you’ll be dead.

Don’t let go. He repeats it like a mantra inside his head, focusing on the sound of glass shattering as you both skid across the floor.

Sharp glass shards pierce his jacket and skin, but he’s barely fazed by it. It gives him something else to focus on other than the feeling of you.

“Don’t move,” You said quietly, and you can see his eyes widen because by saints he needs to, or he’s going to pass out. “Kaz, if you move, you’re going to push a piece of glass further into yourself.”

He starts shaking his head because the feeling of you breathing under him is overwhelming. Your voice had snapped him out of his daze, and now he was fully aware and fully scared. He doesn't know why. It's you and you were the one person he wishes he could be able to touch, but right now, he can't.

“I can’t,” He whispers.

“Kaz, don’t.”

“Please.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here,” You assure. “I’m alive, okay? Just breathe slowly until I can get out.”

Kaz closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Every nerve in his body is screaming. It’s worse than the shard of glass sticking out of him. He can’t do it.

“Kaz!” You scream as he rolls off of you and onto the floor.

Almost instantly, the glass pierces through him, and he groans. There’s a huge shard sticking out of his stomach, and you can feel panic surging through you.

Your instincts overwhelm the pain, and your senses come rushing back to you. There’s no way you can grab the glass without cutting yourself in the process, and Kaz would bleed out before you can do anything.

“Kaz Brekker, don’t you dare die on me.”

“I’m not trying to,” He hisses back.

“Inej!” You shout, searching for the Suli girl through the rubble.

“A healer,” Kaz coughs out. “You look Grisha, call for a healer.”

You blink, still amazed how Kaz’s mind is still working, before standing up. “Healer!”

On cue, a girl with a red kefta and silver detailing runs over from the area where Wylan was. You don’t want to imagine how many others are hurt. Behind her is Inej, who nods at you, and you thank the saints for her.

“I need to get the glass out," The healer said.

You look at her, then back to Kaz. “Okay. I can do that. Trust me."

“What you did was stupid,” You said to Kaz, kneeling down by his side once more.

“You were going to die,” he protests weakly.

You slowly grip the glass tightly, trying to ignore the sharp sting of it as the jagged sides cut through your skin.

“You could’ve died!” You scowl, but Kaz could hear the fear in your voice. “You still could.”

“It’s better me than you.”

“No, it isn’t,” You reply, “Kaz, how can you not see it?”

“See what?”

“That I'm in love with you!”

His eyes widen, and at that moment, you grab the glass and yank it out. Kaz screams out in pain, shutting his eyes. “Fuck!”

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him curse.

The healer jumps into action. She leans over Kaz, and with a single motion of her hand, stitches him up.

She looks at you, and before you can say anything, she heals the cut on your forehead and the gashes on your hands.

“Thank you,” You said.

She nods, and Inej thanks her as well before turning her attention back to you and Kaz. “We need to go, like now. Wylan’s already running out the door as we speak.”

You nod, looking to Kaz. “Okay, can you walk?”

Inej hands him his cane, and he uses it to steady himself. “I can.”

“Okay… can you run?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice,” Inej said, tugging on your kefta and gesturing to the guards eyeing you down.

“We’re running!” You announce, taking off with Inej and Kaz on your heels. The guards immediately start pursuing you, and you try to lose them in the many hallways.

“Where the hell is Jesper when you need him?”

“Right here!”

“I’m here as well!” Nina shouts, coming to a stop behind him. “The Kefta’s suit you two.”

“Thanks.”

Jesper winks before beginning to fire as Nina drops their heart rate.

“I take it the mission was unsuccessful?” Nina asked, turning to run when the guards become too many.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jesper said.

“I would,” Kaz seethed.

“Yes, well, you happen to be the most pessimistic person here,” Jesper replied, firing a shot at an approaching guard.

“(Y/N) confessed her love for Kaz,” Inej said through labored breaths, finally reaching the exit.

Nina whirls to face you, “What?”

“About damn time,” Jesper grumbled, ignoring the look Kaz gives him.

You roll your eyes at him, grateful to see your getaway carriage on time.

“And then she pulled a piece of glass out of him,” Inej added, opening the door and hopping into the carriage.

“Oh wow, that’s really the cherry on top of it, isn’t it?” Jesper asked sarcastically.

“You guys are the only people that gossip while being chased down with guns,” Your driver, Matthias, chuckled.

“When else are we supposed to be doing it?” Nina asked, getting into the seat next to him and grabbing the reins.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize there’s a time and place for it. I’ll stop being a criminal and getting chased now,” You sassily replied, climbing in behind Kaz.

“Just go!”

Nina and Matthias don’t have to be told twice, and you all take off, leaving empty-handed, or so you thought.

Jesper and Wylan sit across from Inej, you, and Kaz. The curly-haired boy holds a bag tightly to his chest, and you’re not oblivious to it.

“What’s in the bag?” Inej asked.

Jesper grins. “Why thank you for asking. Care to share, Wylan?”

The boy rolls his eyes and opens the bag, revealing a crown.

“Oh my god,” You gasp.

“I told you we weren’t leaving empty-handed,” Jesper smirks, leaning back and ruffling his boyfriend's hair.

“How?” Kaz asked.

“Stole it from the queen after the explosion and quite literally ran for my life.”

“We taught him well.”

The ride back to Os Kervo is long, and most of the Dregs fall asleep, except for Nina and Matthias, of course.

Inej rests her head against the window, using her hoodie and scarf as a pillow. Jesper does the same, with Wylan resting on his shoulder.

However, you’re wide awake, not finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

“Did you mean it?” Kaz whispered, turning to face you.

His features stick out more in the moonlight, casting sharp shadows across his face. His blue eyes feel like they're piercing you in a single gaze.

“Mean what?”

“What you said before you yanked the glass out of me, or was it just a distraction?”

“Oh,” You said softly. “I meant it.”

“I mean it too.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

Kaz realizes he has to say it back. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he felt like a child once again. There were butterflies in his stomach as he speaks. “I love you too.”

“Is that so?” You ask, a slightly teasing tone to your voice, and he knows it.

“I don’t risk my life for just anyone.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“I also don’t offer my shoulder to sleep on to anyone.”

Your eyes brighten. “Kaz?”

He gives you a small smile, “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“If it means both of us get some shut-eye, yes.”

A slow smile spread across your face as you pull up your own hoodie, having shed the Kefta long ago. It was too bulky for you.

You slowly let your head fall onto his shoulder, and his breathing stutters for a brief moment before relaxing again when he can feel your heartbeat. It should freak him out, and it does, but he stays strong. That’s what you do for the people you love.

You tough it out.

That, and Kaz falls asleep a few moments later with his own head resting on yours.

— END —

🏷 Kaz Brekker Taglist: @ms-awkward @kykymyeon @alcottsangel @kaqua

want to be added? click here!

[punkranger]

Okay, not sure if you are willing to take any requests for the FHR Prompts, but if you ever get bored: 1 + N + VII for Antoine and another character of your choice?

You've probably forgotten you sent this since it took so long for me to fill in, the confidential file part got me stumped until I caught up on Patreon and got some inspiration. Anyway, thank you for sending this in regardless^^ Prompt was: 1.“You shouldn’t be here.” + N. Wounded + VII. Make it a confidential file excerpt - from this list

For HG

Notes: Surveillance footage from [Redacted]’s storehouse, during the last break-ins, about an hour from start as all surveillance had been taken out preceding the first break-in. And no, I don’t know who exactly, I got this second, or third hand, just know they’re not on the list so Ruin is not overstepping here, but you did ask me to keep an eye on him so you might find his meeting here with Charge interesting.

Transcript:

[Video footage showing a cellar-room, Ruin enters, limping slightly. He starts throwing around crates, searching for something]

[Soon after, Charge enters]

C - Looking for something?

R - Who-…the hell are you doing here?

C - I could ask you the same, but I’m guessing this is not going to be a sharing-time.

R - I don’t have time to play with you, get out, or I’ll throw you out.

C - Oh? With your big, strong armor? Compensating- oof! Hey! No need to throw stuff at me.

R - You’d get less stuff thrown at you if you left.

C - Well, I would, but you’re kinda in my way… Unless you’re also looking for the way out?

R - Too bad, I got here first. Find another way out.

C - Aren’t you curious what I’m doing here? 

R - I’m not curious to know how [redacted] treats people who break in… which is what we’ll both find out unless you… get out and let… me get back…. to my business. 

C -  Are you… okay? 

R - [laughter, cut off by a growl] 

R - I could still take you.

C - Wanna bet? No, no don’t throw that- 

[There’s a crash] 

C - Look, I’m not gonna attack you, and… hear me out, you’re not gonna attack me. We both get out of here and live to beat each other up another day.

[Another growl from Ruin, possibly a snort]

R - How am I supposed to… trust that? I’m not… going to turn my back on you again. 

C - [almost too low to hear] I hope you won’t.

C - [normal tone] Well, if I’d wanted to get the jump on you I could have when I walked into the room. Besides, it wouldn’t have been much of a rematch when you’re in this condition. [redacted] got some nasty traps, huh?

R - … Yeah. [After a long pause] Fine. 

C - Alright, so the trapdoor to the sewers should be over here…

[Charge walks up, just to the right of Ruin, then pushes aside a box and crouches to pull on something on the floor where it was - a hatch in the floor opens]

C - Pretty simple, huh?

[There's no answer from Ruin, he is leaning heavily against the wall. Makes no move to attack Charge when his back is turned]

C - Do you think you'll make it down there?

R - [Takes a step forward] Mind your own business and just go already.

C - Alright, alright! 

[Charge climbs down, sounds like a metal ladder from the echoes]

[Ruin waits]

C - [Shouting] Are you coming?

R - Not…Not until you’re gone, just leave already!

C - What if I hide around a corner and get the jump on you?

R - Fuck you, I don’t want you… there when I’m climbing down.

C - Can’t you just jump down? I’ve seen you do it before…

R - …

C - That bad, huh? Well, I already told you I’m not gonna fight you, might as well trust me to catch you if you fall down the ladder.

R - …

R - N-

[Ruin turns around suddenly, after a few seconds voices and running footsteps are heard in the distance]

R - Fuck. 

[Ruin stands still, looking between the door and the hatch, then turns to the hatch and starts to climb down]

R - Move already, people are coming.

C - No.

R - What? S…seriously… I… will-Shit!

[A series of loud noises of something hard hitting metal follow in a row, mixed with curses]

C - Got you! 

R - [a low growl, impossible to tell what it’s supposed to be with the vocal distorter]

[The distant voices and footsteps are now louder, probably in the next room]

C - Better get going! 

R - [Getting more distant] I can fucking walk on my own-

C - I’m not gonna say anything but-

R - Then shut up…

[Ruin and Charge’s voices get progressively less audible, soon after [Redacted]’s people rush in and see the open hatch, they do not follow.]

[End recording]

[charlies-gillespie]

you’re not taking the stairs | luke patterson

paring: fem!reader x alive!luke patterson

summary: Luke sneaks reader into his room at night after he got grounded, but gets caught by his parents

requested: no

length: medium

rating: PG

warnings: just a heated makeout session

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS LIST

You sit on the couch in the garage that Sunset Curve plays in. Alex and Reggie are at home, and Luke’s parents are outside talking to their son. You were watching Luke practice one of the band’s songs and enjoying listening to him play.

“You should’ve told us you were in a band!” you hear Luke’s mother shout. The garage door is cracked a bit. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but there’s nothing else you can really do.

Luke says, “Like you would’ve let me join the band if I had told you.”

His dad says, “We’re not that keen on you being in a rock band at seventeen, Luke. You’ve heard what goes on behind the scenes with rock bands.”

Everyone’s quiet for a second before Luke says, “I’m not quitting the band. I know that’s why you both came out here.”

“Then you’re grounded,” his mother says. “You’re 17, Luke. You shouldn’t be out at night on the streets of Los Angeles at your age.”

Luke begins to say, “Mom, that’s not fair-”

She says, “Luke, you joined a rock band without asking us first. You are 17 and not yet legal. You can’t just go and join a band without our permission. It’s either you quit or you’re grounded.”

You hear your boyfriend sigh and say, “I’m not quitting.”

His mother says, “Then say goodbye to your friends until further notice. Your father and I need to think and talk about this before we let you continue in this band. Let’s go, we’re going home.”

“I need to go grab some things from the garage,” Luke sighs. The door opens and you watch Luke walk in. He closes the door again and walks over to you. You stand up and look at him.

Luke says, “I have to go. Technically my parents are right. I’m not legal yet and probably should have asked before I started a rock band.”

You sigh and say, “You guys have a tour meeting in a few days. You might be able to play the Orpheum and you’re now grounded.”

He smiles and says, “I won’t be for long. I promise. Come by my house tonight, Y/N. Just don’t take the stairs when leaving your house like you usually do.”

“I’ll be there,” you tell him.

Luke smiles and says, “See you in a little bit.” He leans down and presses a light kiss to your lips. You smile and push him back a little bit since he has to go.

You look up at him and tell him, “Go, before your parents like flip out on you.”

He laughs and leaves the garage.

It’s only eight. The sun has completely set since it’s December. You have three hours before you’re due to sneak into your boyfriend’s room.

***

You leave your apartment at 10:30 that night. You bike to Luke’s house, which takes a half-hour because his place is on the other side of town.

When you get to Luke’s house, you hide your bike in the same bushes you always use a few blocks away from his place. You walk the two blocks, sneaking up the driveway and going around back. You see the light on in Luke’s room. You can see him sitting on his bed with his guitar, strumming away.

Avoiding the bushes, you walk up to his window. You knock lightly on the glass and Luke looks up at you. A smile forms on his lips and he gets up, walking over to you. He pulls open the window and says quietly, “Glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you tell him. “Help me in.”

Luke grabs your hands and pulls you into his room. You’re careful to avoid the guitar sitting by his window. You pull the window closed once you’re in his room.

You ask, “What were you playing? I saw you on your guitar when I walked up.”

He laughs softly and says, “I was just practicing Now or Never. If you were hoping for new music, sorry to disappoint.”

With a smile forming on your face, you tease, “All that new music I know you’re working on all the time and you are playing Now or Never.”

“It’s going to be a bop,” Luke tells you, putting his guitar in it’s usual spot by the door.

You watch him and ask, “So, why did you ask me to sneak into your room? You only do that when you really want to see me.”

Luke comes back over to you and says, “I really wanted to see you since I’m apparently grounded.”

“You just saw me a few hours ago,” you point out to him.

Your boyfriend smiles and says, “And I won’t see you until I get out of here.”

You blink at him and ask, “Get out of here?”

He nods. “I’m going to pack a bag of clothes, grab my acoustic, and I’m going to stay in the garage.”

“Your parents know you practice there,” you tell him. “That’s going to be the first place they check. You know that.”

Luke says, “That’s another reason why I wanted you to come by. I wanted to ask if I could stay with you in your apartment for a couple of days while they look for me. They don’t know where you live and they’ll probably stop checking the garage after a few days.”

You live in your own apartment with the money your parents left you before they passed. Luke is the only person who knows where you live. “Luke, you’re going to run away?” you ask.

He nods again, saying, “I can’t stay here, Y/N. They will actually make me quit the band and I don’t want to quit the band. I heard them talking before they went to bed.”

With a sigh, you say, “If you’re going to live with me for a few days then we need to set some ground rules.”

“So I can stay with you?” Luke asks.

You smile and say, “Yes, you can stay with me, but for no more than like two weeks, okay? I don’t want you actually moving in with me yet.”

Luke smiles back and says, “I just need a few days then I’m out of your hair.”

“You’re never out of my hair,” you joke.

Your boyfriend laughs and says, “Very funny, Y/N.”

You chuckle and say, “I’m so funny.”

“Yes you are,” Luke says. You smile up at him and he cups your face in his hands. You meet his pretty hazel eyes.

He pulls you into a soft kiss. You take a step closer to your boyfriend and tilt your head up. Luke begins to push you toward the bed. Your knees hit the mattress and you fall backward, pulling Luke with you.

Both of you laugh as the kiss continues. Luke settles between your legs and your fingers slide into his hair. He deepens the kiss when you part your lips ever so slightly and his tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a soft sigh.

Neither of you hear the footsteps walking down the hallway outside the room. Luke’s bedroom door opens and he jumps off of you. You look up and see Luke’s parents standing in the doorway.

His mom looks between you both before she says, “Luke Patterson, you are in so much trouble.”

[merakiaes]

Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe​

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list. 

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3 

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased. 

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard. 

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer. 

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious. 

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog. 

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team. 

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was. 

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested. 

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game. 

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war. 

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm. 

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”  

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.  

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?” 

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly. 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight. 

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

Taglist: let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Will Lennox fics!