#One day I’ll get a huge empty wall

[novatheastropirate]

Artist in your area? Drawing angels in the wee hours of the morning? Again? It’s more likely than you may think!!

(You can probably see the exact moment this went from warm up sketch to 🏃‍♀️💨🎨 in the speedpaint under the cut!!!)

[doc-who]

When Green Turns Red

Emily Prentiss/Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapters: 4/?

Words: 1745

Categories: Angst, Jealousy, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Eventual Smut

Emily sits in the waiting room, eyes glued to the emergency department doors. She’s chewed her lip raw, and the traces of blood on her tongue match the stains of yours on her clothes. The rest of the team waits around her, silent. Barely a word has been spoken since the paramedics had taken you away in the ambulance.

The clock on the wall seems to tick louder with each passing second, seemingly mocking Emily and her inability to do anything to help you. She buries her head in her hands in an effort to stop the onslaught of images that torment her.

Her thoughts start to spiral, a mixture of guilt and fear. She can’t shake the thought that if she had done something differently, if she hadn’t left you alone that night, you wouldn’t be fighting for your life right now. It’s a weight that threatens to crush her.

The surgeon finally emerges with a look on his face that makes Emily’s heart sink. He beckons the team over, and Emily jumps to her feet. The room feels too small, the air too thick, as he delivers the news. You’re in critical condition. The surgery was successful, but you lost a huge amount of blood, along with sustaining severe head trauma. Emily’s world narrows at the sound of his words. She nods, throat too tight to speak, as the doctor explains your recovery, assuming you’ll pull through.

“When can we see her?” Garcia asks.

“It’ll be a few hours until she can have visitors. Right now we’ve had to put her in a medically induced coma. If the swelling in her brain goes down like we hope, then we should be able to wake her up tomorrow.”

Emily tries to focus on the positives. That they found you, that you’re alive, but she can’t help but think about all the things that could still go wrong. She turns away from the team, knowing the thoughts are clear on her face.

Morgan is the only one to have the courage to approach her. “Emily, she’ll be okay.”

She nods, not trusting her voice. JJ pulls Morgan away for a second, handing him a bag.

“Here, a change of clothes. Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll get us some coffee.”

Emily shakes her head, “I need to be here when she wakes up.”

“Emily, you heard the doctor, it’s going to be a while. Do you really want the first thing she sees being you covered in blood?”

Sighing, she takes the bag from his outstretched hand. She waves off Garcia when she moves to come with her, needing to be alone. Locking the door to the bathroom behind her, she braces herself at the sink, and hangs her head. She hesitates for a moment, not having the nerve to face herself. Taking a deep breath, she looks up, her eyes meeting the strangers in the mirror.

For the first time since she found you, she let’s herself cry.

—

The team had forced Emily to go home, refusing to let her sit in the waiting room all night. She had fought them at first, but she was tired, the weight of the day heavy on her shoulders. They told her she wasn’t any use to you half dead on her feet, and she reluctantly agreed.

Walking into her empty apartment, she’s greeted by Sergio nudging her leg. “Hey buddy,” she whispers, picking him up and holding him to her chest. Burying her face in his fur, she focuses on the rumbling of his purrs.

Not bothering to turn on any lights, she heads straight for the bedroom and puts Sergio down on the bed. Pulling back the covers, she gets underneath them without getting changed and draws the spare pillow towards her.

The scent of your hair lingers on the pillowcase, and she clutches it to her chest. If she closes her eyes she can pretend that you’re next to her. That the scent of your shampoo isn’t just traces of where you used to be. The tears come again, silent and hot, rolling down her cheeks and staining the pillow. She’s not sure how long she has lays there, holding the memory of you close.

Eventually, the exhaustion of the day overcomes her. She drifts between fits of sleep and wakefulness. In the brief moments of unconsciousness she relives a slideshow of the worst moments of the past two days - and every time she wakes, she’s hit with the agonizing reality that you’re not here.

—

Morning comes and Emily is surprised she’s slept at all. There’s a brief moment before she’s woken fully, where she’s at peace. Then she remembers and the pain returns. She goes through the motions of her morning routine on autopilot, the sting of the too hot water barely registering as she showers. The sun has barely risen by the time she leaves and the early hour means she’s the first one to arrive at the hospital.

She lingers in the doorway to your room, listening to the beep of the machines that are hooked up to your bruised and broken body. She’s not sure how much time has passed before she hears footsteps approaching. Dragging her eyes away from you, she quietly greets the team, giving an acceptable answer when they ask how she’s doing.

“She should be waking up soon,” JJ says, leaning next to Emily on the other side of the doorway.

A panic starts to build in her chest and she feels the overwhelming urge to run. “I’m going to go get some coffee,” she says suddenly, walking away before they have the chance to reply. She rounds the corner and collapses into the nearest chair. Pressing her palms into her eyes, she tries to calm her breathing. Gradually, the panic starts to recede, and she manages to take in a full breath.

Feeling someone sit down next to her, she lowers her hands from her face. When she sees it’s Morgan she tenses. He sits in silence with her for a moment, waiting to see if she’ll open up without him having to pry. When a few minutes have passed he leans back, assessing her in that particular way he does.

“Why don’t you want to see her, Emily?”

She clenches her jaw at the question, “I have seen her.”

Morgan sighs, “Alright, then. Why don’t you want her to see you?”

Emily stills, before she leans forward and braces herself on her knees. Morgan is patient, letting her organize her thoughts.

Finally, she answers with a shaking voice, “It would be selfish,” she whispers, “for me to be there when she wakes up.”

Morgan looks at her in confusion, “How would that be selfish? If anyone should be there it should be you.”

Emily scoffs, “After what I said to her? What I did? She probably hates me.”

“Emily, you know that’s not true. She doesn’t hate you.”

“If she doesn’t, then she should,” she mumbles to herself.

Morgan sighs in exasperation and stands up, “If you want to sit here and feel sorry for yourself, then fine.”

The mortification of being called out so blatantly renders her speechless. He waits, giving her the chance to defend herself, to get herself together and be there for you. When she doesn’t, the look of disappointment he gives her makes her hang her head in shame.

—

You wake slowly to the sound of beeping. Gradually emerging from sleep, you lay there, bits and pieces of the past few days slowly coming back to you.

“Emily?” You mumble, wincing in pain when you try to move.

“Hey, just relax. You’re in the hospital.” JJ, not Emily. You fight against the heaviness in your eyes, opening them just enough to see her hovering over you.

Clearing your throat, you try to get your thoughts straight. “Where’s Emily?”

JJ looks behind her to the rest of the team and they share a look that makes your heart speed up. The increasing beeps from the monitor draws their attention back to you.

Your voice shakes, “Is she okay?”

JJ sits down on the chair next to your bed, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “She’s fine, I promise.”

Her words provide some reassurance, but you still don’t understand. “Where is she?” Your eyes dart between the team, waiting for an answer.

Morgan steps forward, eyes shifting. “She’s here,” he says quickly, “She just…had some things to deal with.” It’s obvious there’s more he’s not telling you.

Your heart sinks. Of course. Why would Emily be here? She hates you. She said you were a mistake. You turn your head away, trying to hide the tears building in your eyes. You don’t want to be here. You feel exposed and vulnerable now that you’ve realised what happened between you and Emily is common knowledge amongst the team.

“When can I go home?” You whisper.

The team gives you an incredulous look. JJ utters your name in disbelief, “You almost died.”

You nod as much as your aching head allows. You guess you won’t be going home anytime soon. JJ sees that you’re about to break and motions to the team, who all give you a sympathetic look before filing out of the room.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” JJ asks, voice gentle and unimposing.

You swallow back tears and put on the most convincing smile you can manage, “Nothing, just tired.”

You can see that she doesn’t believe you. “Are you sure?” JJ asks, and you nod.

“I’m fine, really,” you smooth your hands over the rough blanket that covers you, “I think I just need to be alone for a while.”

JJ studies you, trying to discern how you’re really feeling. You try not to squirm under the observation. When she realises she’s not getting anything more out of you, she sighs and gets to her feet.

“I’ll get a doctor to come and check in on you,” she pauses, hovering next to you, “We are all here for you. You know that, right?”

You nod, even though you know it’s not completely true. The one person you really need doesn’t want anything to do with you.

You keep yourself composed until JJ is gone, then you let out a sigh of relief. Turning your head into the pillow, you finally allow yourself to feel the absence of Emily.

The tears burn as they fall.

ao3

[vminizzle]

Hotel room

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings : slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex, LOVE MAKING, pet names, marking, they’re cute asf

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello lovely people, here again I’m posting. I’m sorry if it’s annoying? 💀 well, another husband!jk fic. Please, take care of yourselves everyone. I hope you’ll like this fic. REMINDER: POOR ENGLISH. - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“wow! It’s so … fancy!” you gasped excited as you entered the luxurious hotel suite Jungkook booked for the both of you.

You took some days off to spend some time together since you’re always working and seeing each other not so often.

Often meant only when he comes home earlier than usual and eat diner with you. You couldn’t even finish a movie without one of you passing out on the couch from how exhausted you were.

So here you were in this splendid hotel room.

The floor to ceiling windows of this luxury room were one the many things you loved the most.

The idea of admiring the sunrise and sunset made you smiled, such a beautiful sight. Or watch the dark, calm and empty roads of the city at night from your hotel suite situated at the upper floors of the hotel.

The bed was huge, the walls were a pretty shade of dark beige, it made the place kind of warm and especially… romantic by how the deep red roses petals were withered on the bed and the little candles randomly disposed in the room.

Your cheeks heated up as you turned around to look at your husband “Jungkook.” you started softly playing with your fingers.

“that’s so .. beautiful. thank you”.

Your husband scratched the back of his head timidly, his ears turning red as he looked at the bed behind you.

“it’s nothing.” he said shyly.

You smiled looking down.

He cleared his voice as he approached the window.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You walked to him looking at the sun ready to disappear behind the tall buildings.

“yes it is.” you replied happily.

“But not as beautiful as you.” he said cheekily.

“oh my god shut up.” you gasped hiding your flustered face behind your hands.

He chuckled taking your hands in his gently “i love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you smiled.

Jungkook bent down slowly, his lips enveloping yours into a soft kiss. His hands found your hips pulling you closer to him.

You cupped his face gently as you smiled into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, caressing your sides.

“I’m happy we can spend time together for more than 5 hours.” he said laughing making you laugh too.

"yea, this week I’ll have the chance to wake up with my husband next to me.” you smiled softly.

He chuckled before pecking your lips. You pulled him back, wanting to kiss him more. You missed him. And so did he.

You threw your arms around his neck as he cupped your cheeks pinning you on the big window gently.

The cold glass made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“Jungkook” you moaned softly.

He hummed pushing his body on yours “baby.. I need you.” he breathed out grinding his crotch on you.

You could feel his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“I need you too.” you admitted as your husband picked you up, his hands under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his thin waist.

The sun was already saying his goodbye when Jungkook walked to the bed as you kept on kissing each other passionately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, you straddling his lap. Your hands wandered down his neck, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

His hands were resting on your thighs, caressing your soft skin.

You started unbuttoning his shirt impatiently as you broke the kiss breathlessly. Jungkook’s hands were getting higher to the hem of your dress. 

He rose the delicate fabric off your body, throwing it away on the floor, where his shirt was already lying.

“you’re so pretty darling.” Jungkook said biting his bottom lip, his fingertips dancing on your lacy bra.

His lips found your neck, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin before sucking on it, his tongue warm against your throat.

“Jungkook” you threw your head back as you started grinding down on him feeling his boner.

You pressed yourself down harder on him trying to feel the little friction you’re looking for. Your husband groaned at the pressure. “you’re driving me crazy baby.”

He switched position, laying you on your back as as he hovered you. The rose petals around you making you look like a goddess to him, so ethereal.

He admired the little marks he left on your neck for a moment before feeling your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it.

“impatient?” he chuckled as he helped you unbuckle the belt.

He got rid of the rest of his clothes, freeing his painful erection from his confinement. You gulped, feeling these familiar little sparkles in your lower stomach.

Jungkook spread your legs making room for him to lay in-between them.

His fingers caressed their ways up to the hem of your panties pulling of them slightly, a silent request to give him the permission to take it off.

You nodded raising your hips up a bit to help him slide the underwear down your legs. He then bent down, biting lightly on the flesh of your thigh earning a loud moan from you. 

“you sound so good baby.” he whispered as his lips reached your tummy.

“so beautiful for me.“ he hummed as he kept on leaving open mouth kisses up to your collarbones.

You grabbed his face between your hands pulling him in a sweet kiss as he aligned himself at your entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly on your clit making you shiver.

“babe stop teasing.“ you whined.

”may I? “ he asked playfully making you roll your eyes.

“please?” you pursed your lips making him smile.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

Jungkook entered you slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

You groaned at the painful yet delicious stretch. He checked on you asking if you were ok as he noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows in an uncomfortable way.

“I’m fine. Please keep going.” you looked up at him smiling at how caring he was.

Jungkook started moving in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace when he saw the way you bit your bottom lip in a way to not make a noise.

“baby let me hear you.” he said, hand cupping your cheek gently as he bent down to put his forehead on yours.

You gripped on his shoulder tightly when he snapped his hips into yours suddenly making you cry out his name. “Fuck! Jungkook!”.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your face. You looked so pretty under him, forehead covered with little beads of sweat, eyes half-open, moaning his name loudly.

He gripped one of your thigh, placing it on his hip as he thrusted into you slowly making sure to feel your warm walls contracting around him everytime he hit your g-spot.

“fuck!! don’t stop! Just right there!”

Your husband bit his bottom lip hard, the flesh turning white. Your fingernails were buried deep into the flesh of his scratched back.

“You feel so good!” He moaned loudly as he felt you tighten around him.

“so warm and f-fuck!”

You threw your head back deep into the pillow as you felt your high coming.

“I’m so near.” you moaned grabbing on his bicep tightly.

“I got you baby.” he kissed your lips, his hand travelling down between your bodies until it reached your bud of nerves.

He drew little circles on your clit with his thumb lazily making you arch your back off the mattress.

You closed your eyes shut as his name left your throat loudly.

The way your walls keep convulsing around him made your husband feel lightheaded as he dropped his head on your chest, his breathing unsteady.

You pulled on his hair as he rode your orgasm.

Jungkook didn’t take much time to come inside you, his warm cum filling you up to the brim.

He collapsed on your sweaty body, his head buried into the crook of his neck.

“wow.” he said breathless after a moment.

“that was .. awesome.” you laughed before sighing pleasantly.

Jungkook looked up at you smiling, caressing your hair gently before picking up the delicate petal tangled in your hair.

He put it on your nose still smiling“what are you doing Kook?” you laughed making the petal fall back on the bed.

“you’re so pretty.” he pecked your lips before nudging his nose with yours.

“I love you.”

”I love you too my love“.

Jungkook laid next to you, your head on his chest, his arms holding you close to him. 

The moonlight lighting up the room was enough to see his features. He was so beautiful.

The sky was adorned with stars, the full moon hidden behind a little cloud.

”this is so beautiful." you said pointing toward the large window.

Your husband hummed. “but not as-”

“ah ah shut up.” you interrupted him before he could finish his flirtatious words. 

Jungkook laughed before agreeing. “yes it’s really beautiful”.

“thank you again babe.” you whispered.

You left a soft kiss on his neck before laying back on his chest. He hugged you tightly, keeping you close to him not wanting to let you go. 

The last thing you heard were his slow heartbeats and his sweet voice telling you how much he loved you.

—

A/N : gosh I love writing soft smut 😩 I’m so sorry I’m kinda romantic sometimes 😭 anyways, husband!jungkook is the best. Have a nice weekend luvs :) - sunny

[sadhours]

See You Again

billy hargrove x female reader

a/n: I exist guys. requests are open!

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f and m receiving), reader thinks she might be a prostitute, p in v

summary: you’re a house keeper, and a hot professional surfer pays you to come clean his house

When you accepted the house keeping job, you hadn’t expected the guy to be sex on legs. But here you are, wearing leggings and a loose white t-shirt, buckets of cleaning supplies in each hand while you look up into the icy blue eyes of Mr. Hargrove. He’s in a sleeveless t-shirt, golden arms on display and board shorts, his hair is wavy and long. His house was huge, you knew he was a professional surfer from your quick phone calls but seeing his house, he must’ve been really good at it. Famous maybe. You didn’t know much about surf boarding, had no clue you could make this much money from it.

“Come in,” he says, opening the door wide, “Sorry. My plans got canceled but I’ll do my best to stay out of your way.”

“Oh, no,” you gush, looking around at the vast foyer as you walk in, this might have been a crew job. You curse yourself for not asking about the square footage of the place. “Don’t even worry about it.”

The house is already clean, so maybe you don’t need more people. It’ll take you a little longer than anticipated but the guys gorgeous so you don’t really mind.

“Here,” he motions towards the hall, “Let me give you a tour.”

The house was decorated pretty minimally. There’s prints of what you assume are him riding waves all over. Tall surfboards line the back wall of the living room. It’s pretty much spotless. A handful of dishes in the sink and a light film of dust on things, but it’s very tidy.

“Your house is beautiful,” you tell him, to which he waves his hand.

“Ah, thanks. It’s a blessing I get to do what I love to afford a place like this. Anyways, I’ll let you get started. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” you nod and set down your buckets.

Billy disappears and you get started with the kitchen, washing the few dishes in the sink and then tackle the stove, oven and fridge. The fridge is pretty empty, but it’s interesting to see what he’s got in it. A six pack of beer and a ton of fresh fruits and vegetables.

Eventually you make your way to the bathrooms, first the guest one which is very obviously unused and you can’t help but think that maybe he’s lonely in such a big house. You push the thoughts aside, you’re here for work. And he might be hot as all hell but you’re professional and besides, a guy that good looking has to have a girlfriend. You finish up the guest bathroom and the half bathroom before starting on the master one. It’s huge. A shower with two nozzles, two vanities, a rather large toilet room and huge bathtub with jets. You’re bent over the bath tub, scrubbing away at the dirt caked on the sides. It’s clear he uses the tub every day. He’s got candles all around it, along with a variety of epsom salts and soaps. As you bring the sponge along the dip of the tub, you feel two hands grabbing at your hips. You crane your head to see Billy standing behind you, biting his lip as he peers at your ass.

“Sorry,” he apologizes but doesn’t move his hands, your thighs start to warm. You’re absolutely frozen, speechless as he smoothes his hand over the curve of your ass and then squeezes. “Couldn’t help myself…” he muses, his breathing a bit labored.

You can tell him to get his hands off of you. Stand up, turn around, slap him across the face with your sudsy glove and storm out. But you can’t recall the last time a man’s been so forward with you and you liked the way his hands felt on you. And god, he’s so fucking gorgeous. He bends over, using the hand that’s not on your ass to move your hair back and whispers in your ear, “You have such a nice ass.”

A moan slips from your lips, causing Billy to squeeze your flesh again. His teeth catch your earlobe as he presses his strained erection against your ass.

“Is this okay?” he asks lowly, nuzzling his nose against the shell of your ear.

“Yes!” you squeak out, throat tight as you struggle to catch your breath.

Billy growls, maneuvering his hand underneath you to grope your tits as he kisses against your jaw. It’s happened so quick, you can’t believe it. Your body is aflame with arousal, your center soaking through your underwear and most likely, your leggings. His lips are soft yet firm, hungry as he litters kisses against your sensitive skin. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them over your ass and taking your thong with them. He sits back on his heels, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. He chuckles lowly, “You’re dripping.”

“Mhm,” you mumble out, dropping your head as he dips his head and licks up the slick coating your thighs. “Fuck,” you exhale, squeezing the sponge in your hand.

“Tastes so good,” he compliments and then circles his tongue around your eager hole. The action pulls a desperate whine from your chest. You feel trapped against the edge of the tub, his hands holding you in place as he spreads your cheeks and licks at your glistening folds. His tongue is strong, has all your nerves screaming out in ecstasy as he rolls it expertly up and down, finally prodding at your hole. Billy penetrates you as deep as he can with his tongue, his thumbs holding your lips open for more access. It’s excruciating. Not quite as deep as you need but incredibly pleasurable. He pulls back and then you feel his fingers pressing at your eager cunt. You can hear him spit and before you know it, he’s entering you with the digits. It pushes a moan from you, satisfied yet surprised. Billy pumps his fingers in and out, groaning as he watches.

“You’re gonna take my cock so well,” he forebodes, making your spine tingle in anticipation.

He angles his thick digits just right, hitting the pads of them against your spongy spot and you cry out, eyes crossing and doubling your vision. Suddenly, his thumb finds your clit and he’s rubbing it in tight, quick circles while he pushes repeatedly against that spot deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp out, squeezing your eyes shut.

Billy works quick and relentless. The pressure at the pit of your stomach is building at an alarming rate. You can’t even make yourself cum this fast. The man knows what he’s doing. And it’s something you don’t know how to do. It hits you like a ton of bricks. A rush of pleasure tearing through you as you spasm against the tub, voice wrecked with how loud you moan out. Vision goes white, a ringing in your eyes as you ride the waves. You’re panting hard and his fingers are still shoved deep inside you when you come to. Then you feel his tongue, licking up the mess you’ve made and you whine out, squirming while the grip on your hip tightens.

“Billy,” you whimper out, “too much.”

He doesn’t let up, instead moves his mouth down and sucks at your clit. You yelp, your body moving upright. You pull your gloves off, turning your body and pushing him down onto the tile floor. There’s a cocky grin on his face, looking up at you as you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off, tossing it aside and then unhook your bra. You shimmy out of your leggings next, kicking your shoes off and make quick work of peeling Billy’s clothes off his body. When you tug his briefs down, his stiff cock pops out. The tip leaking as it slaps up against his abs. His mouth falls open as you circle your fingers around the base, squeezing slightly. His cock is beautiful. The prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Thick shaft, pulsing vein up the side of it and a plump, shiny tip. Billy lets out this breathless laugh when you squeeze him again.

“Come on,” he drawls, “you can stop staring and get your mouth on it.”

You don’t have to be told twice, lowering yourself and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, peering up at him. Billy exhales, hand knitting into your hair while he tells you, “Atta girl.”

You swallow around him, taking him a bit deeper in quick succession until he’s prodding at the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you hold still as you peer up at him. He’s propped up on his elbows so he can watch, eyebrows knit together while he chews on his lower lip. His blue eyes are dark with lust and they widen just slightly as you begin to bob up and down on his pulsing cock. It’s thick, makes your jaw ache but you’re determined to give him an orgasm he’ll remember. You pull off and give kitten licks to the tip, fingers stroking his with ease thanks to the drool coating his shaft. He moans out, lips parting slightly as he rolls his hips up at you. Next, you swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him back in your mouth, humming at the salty but wonderful taste of him and absolutely loving the weight of his cock on your tongue. You lower your hand down and cradle his sack, rolling his balls in your hand which produces a particularly delicious moan from him. The timbre of his voice is intoxicating, makes you work even harder to make him cum. He knits his fingers in your hair and holds you still, jerking his hips up and forcing you to take it. A man that takes what he wants. Something you’d been needing and you didn’t even know it.

Billy chokes out another moan, “I’m close, baby.”

You don’t stop and he whines, “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Gonna swallow every drop, huh?”

He releases, his hot spunk covering your tongue and it’s abnormal how good it tastes. You swallow it with ease and pull off, licking your lips as you peer up at him. He chuckles softly, raising his hands above his head as he catches his breath. The pair of you dress and you tuck your hair behind your ear, “I’ll uh, just finish up then.”

“Alright,” Billy smirks, a twinkle in his eyes. He leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, you try not to melt into it but ultimately fail. But he pulls away first, smacks your butt teasingly and saunters out of the bathroom.

All you have left is sweeping and mopping the expansive house. On shaky legs, you get it done before trailing to his home office. He’s at the computer, typing away when he notices you.

“All finished?” he asks as he stands, grabbing his wallet.

You nod, “Yep. It’s uh… all done.”

Billy smiles, places his hand on your waist as he guides you back to the front door. “We agreed on $250, right?”

“Uhm, yes.”

Billy opens his wallet, pulling out the bills and hands them to you, “Same time next week?”

“Absolutely,” you blush, pocketing the money. You carry your supplies out to the car and get in the front seat before you burst out in giggles, covering your face in utter disbelief that just happened.

***

Next week, you do something embarrassing. Well, you didn’t think it was embarrassing at first but when you actually show up to clean Billy’s house, you realize how foolish it was. You decided to wear an obscenely short skirt and a tank top to clean. But when you knock on the door, an angry looking redhead opens it.

“Uh, hi,” you flush, almost as red as her hair, “Is Mr. Hargrove here?”

“Mr— ew,” she cringes and then opens the door wider, “Billy! There’s a lady asking for you.”

You stand there, feeling ridiculous as you look at the girl. She’s pretty, looks a little too young for Billy but apparently that’s not any of your concern. He jogs up to the door, resting his forearm on the frame as he leans over the young girl and looks you up and down with a seductive smirk on his lips.

“This lady, is my house keeper. Come in,” he steps aside to let you in. “This is my kid sister, Maxine.”

“Max,” she corrects him with a roll of her eyes.

“Hi, Max,” you offer a polite smile. “I’ll just get to work, then.”

“We’ll be out of your hair,” he tells you, “I’m gonna go drop her off.”

You nod and walk further into the house, getting started on the kitchen. You’ve cleaned almost the entirety of the house by the time Billy returns. You’re dusting his bookshelf when you feel strong hands snake around your waist and lips on your ear.

“You usually clean houses dressed like this?” he purrs in your ear.

“No,” you admit, melting into his touch. “Didn’t know you’d have company.”

Billy snorts, “Either did I. Kid showed up on my doorstep. She does that a lot and then acts like she hates me.”

“You two seem close,” you turn to look at him.

“Getting there,” he shrugs, “Didn’t get along when I lived at home. It’s not important.” He smoothes his hand over the swell of your ass, kissing against your neck and then continues, “Wear this just for me?”

Your body ignites with desire but you don’t show it, not that easy. You continue dusting away, but you can’t help tilting your head just enough to give him more access to your skin. “Maybe,” you admit with a sigh.

Billy hums, grazing his fingertips along your bare thighs as he sloppily kisses at your neck. His touch almost has you melting, but you just keep on dusting the same row of books. He bites at your earlobe before he says, “Think you did. Want to drive me insane, don’t you?”

You whimper at the bite, eyes fluttering shut as you drop the feather duster. Billy presses his hips against your ass as he continues in your ear, “It’s working. Can’t wait to stuff you full of my cock.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, gripping onto the sides of the bookshelf as Billy grinds against you.

He mouths at your pulse point, moving his hands around to grope your chest. Your head falls back to rest on his broad shoulder, hand snaking up to lace through his sandy curls. His broad tongue licks up your neck, erection apparent through his shorts against your inappropriate skirt. Suddenly the thought hits you, this is prostitution, right? You’re going to let him fuck you against his bookshelf, mop his floors and take a handful of cash. Sounds a lot like prostitution.

“You can’t pay me,” you gasp out but make no moves to stop him from groping you.

“And why’s that?” he laughs, pinching your perked nipples through your thin top, “You’ve done such a good job. Place looks spotless.”

“Because I’m about to let you fuck me against your bookshelf,” you insist.

“If we move to the bed can I still pay you?” he teases and you whip around.

“I don’t want you to pay me for sex.”

Billy blinks at you, a curious notch in his brow as his lips twitch upwards, “I’m not paying you for that part.”

“But—“

“We agreed on two fifty for cleaning, yeah?”

You nod.

“And what did I give you?”

“Two fifty,” you reply.

His face looks pensive now, tilting his head, “Don’t ya think I would’ve gave you more if I was paying for the sex?”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that. That’s a good point, you figure. Because you really did clean and you would’ve charged the same price had you not sucked him off.

“Okay, fine,” you relent and turn back around, “you can still pay me.”

“Atta girl,” he praises as he spanks you playfully before pulling your skirt up over your ass and hooks his fingers in your panties. He peels them down and you kick them off your ankles. Then you feel the swollen head of his cock rubbing between your cheeks. You sigh out, holding onto the shelves as you spread your legs a little further. His lips are back on your neck as he swirls his tip around your eager hole. He groans, muffled against your skin while he slides the head in. It’s so lovely, stretches just right and he’s huffing the deeper he goes. His breath is hot on your face, fanning against your cheekbone and the slight minty scent raids your senses. You blink up at him, drunk on attraction. God, he’s so pretty. More than pretty. Beautiful, angelic. Golden curls against soft, clear skin and his lips are so pink. He thrusts his hips languidly but deep, holding onto your waist for leverage as he pants against your face.

“Billy,” you whine as he bottoms out, feeling wonderfully full. “Fu-uck…”

“Yeah? Feel good, kitten?” he asks, flicking his tongue against the corner of your mouth, “So perfect, taking me so well.”

“God,” you gush, rocking your ass back against his thick thighs. “So fucking good.”

“Pussy’s so tight,” he growls, low and guttural.

Billy snaps his hips harder, dragging you along his cock as he fills you so deep you feel it in your throat. It’s exhilarating. The fact that you know nothing about this man but there’s this intense, animistic connection between you. The pair of you just cannot control yourselves and that’s why you’re letting this absolutely beautiful stranger fuck you raw in the middle of your cleaning duties. It seems foolish; he’s willing to fuck you without a rubber, how many any women get the pleasure? Because it it’s a pleasure. The heat of his cock, the veins not being cushioned by thin rubber is amazing. And it feels incredibly intimate. Passionate— because it’s so rushed and desperate, that neither of you even thought about a condom.

Billy’s fingers dig into your hips while he pounds into you, panting against your face. He slides his hand down and starts working the pads of his fingers in circles against your clit. It’s over for you. If this doesn’t become a routine, you are absolutely doomed because there’s absolutely no way another man is ever going to fuck you like Billy is now. Books are tumbling down to your feet, his thrusts so powerful that your spine tingles.

“I’m coming,” you gasp, tossing your head back as your orgasm crashes through you.

“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, “Cum all over my cock. Just like that.”

You whimper, riding out the waves that seem never ending because Billy doesn’t slow down or go easy. He grabs tighter on your hips, driving his cock in deep as he pants against your ear. Billy pulls out, painting your ass cheeks with his hot spunk. He groans as he does so, then spins you around and grabs your jaw, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You’re completely lightheaded from it and you almost collapse when he pats your thigh and asks, “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

[huffelpuff210]

Only mine Part 2 Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Only Mine Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Steve looked everywhere at this party, but found you no where, He decided to give up his search coming home disappointed and empty handed, The next day was spring break everyone leaving for home, or going on some sort of vacation, Steve was walking toward the coffee shop you frequented when he seen your room mate leaving the dorm, listening to the conversation. 

“You sure y/n? I feel bad leaving you when you are battling a terrible cold.” She says holding the phone to her ear as she opens her car door throwing some of her stuff in the back of the car, 

“Fine but if you get any worse see a doctor I would hate for you to die on me while I’m on vacation.” She chuckles getting in the car and starting it, 

Steve grew concerned He looks at the dorm, He knew which dorm room was yours following you home a few nights ago, He knew this was his chance, tonight was when everyone was gone, and you were alone, He decided he would come back then, He already had the key to your dorm, All he had to do was take it from the office, He smirked knowing tonight was when he was going to get his girl. 

You sat on the couch covered in a blanket, a tissue box on the nearby end table, you were too tired to even make yourself any sort of food, You were pretty sure you had the flu, You barley had any energy to even go to the bathroom, Your cough hurt extremely bad, You thought you were dying too tired to even move off the couch, the show you were watching you were barely paying attention, 

You take some of the medicine to help you can feel yourself getting tired as your heavy eyelids slowly flutter shut, 

The sound of your door shutting echoed in your ears but you could not bring yourself to open your eyes you just assumed that it was just Jessica coming back for something, but soon you felt someone stroke your cheek. 

Steve slowly made his way through your dorm room finding you fast asleep on the couch, he rampaged through your dresser grabbing some of your clothes putting them in a bag, He walked over to you stroking your cheek with his knuckles, 

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll take care of you..” He whispered 

Scooping you up in his arms. carrying you out of your dorm, 

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, and You notice you are no longer on the couch in your dorm, You slowly sit up and notice the room was massive, the bed was huge, the room looked modern with gray walls, the sheets and bedding were white, the bed frame was a thick wood with bed posts, 

The door opens revealing Professor Rogers with a tray of soup and a glass of orange juice. you were extremely confused.

“Professor?” Your voice comes out raspy 

“Please doll, call me Steve since we’re going to be spending some time together.” He says 

He sets the tray on the top of a dresser, that looks like it was carved from a tree, 

He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling your forehead, his hand cold to the touch, 

“Still have a fever, I guess that’s what happens when you have no one to take care of you,” He says with a smile tucking some of your hair behind your ear. 

You were confused, 

“How did I get here?” You asked trying to get out of bed but he pushed you down 

“I brought you here and you need to stay in bed.” He says 

“Professor I need to get back home.” You say trying to get out of bed again But he quickly pushes you down again. But this time anger fills his eyes and he has you pinned down by your throat, 

“You are going to listen to me doll or there are going to be consequences.” He says 

You look up at him in horror, he is your professor, he was said to be a good guy retired hero, why was he doing this to you what had you done to be treated this way you didn’t understand it, 

“Do you understand?’ He asked glaring down at you 

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod slowly, 

He smiled liking your answer 

“That’s my good girl.” He says 

You knew you couldn’t over power him, He was far stronger and bigger than you, 

You were a petite thing, your dad and brothers always teased you for it, but you never really cared about it until now, he grabs the bowl of soup feeding you the soup, you ate most of it until you told him you were full, He handed you the Orange juice, you drank half a glass, until you started feeling drowsy your vision blurry, 

“Get some rest doll, once you are better we will go over a few rules.” He says smiling down at you, you could barley lift your limbs, Steve lifted your legs putting them under the blankets, Kissing your forehead your heavy eyelids slowly fluttering shut, 

Steve watched as you tried fighting sleep, but eventually gave in, He smiled at the thought of having you all to himself, all he had to do was rough you up a bit and you submitted to him, He knew you would be perfect for him, 

He also knew you didn’t need to go to school anymore, He was going to take care of you, but being a few months shy of graduating he figured he would humor your family, knowing how a military family worked, he was going to have to humor them and let you at least graduate, that way he wouldn’t run into any problems, but after that, you were going to be his perfect wife weather you wanted that or not, and sure he was a bit older than you, but he didn’t care, you were perfect, it was hard to find a girl like you in this day and age and he sure as hell wasn’t about to let you go.

[pinkiemachine]

Cute Little Town Designed by Some Creative People Right Here on the Internet :3

My shop is a bakery called “Heavenly Helpings” where I make the cutest cakes, and brownies, and macarons, and eclairs, and pies, and strudels, and everything always smells like freshly baked bread, frosting, and custard—and there’s an upstairs where I live above the bakery :)

At the top of that street is “Uncle Stubby’s Ammo, Liquor, and Tackle shop XD”

Next door, someone submitted “a bookstore called Good Buddy! A pet friendly store that you bring your pet (well trained of course) and where you can read the buy books of any genre! There is also a small coffee shop inside that sells both great drinks and treats for your pets!”

The shop below mine is, “A guinea pig cafe 🥰 tubes and little hideouts run a long the walls with a lower area where people can pick up, pet, and feed the guinea pigs. These guinea pigs are super friendly and love to get treats 12/7. The outside has windows so people can see some of the tubes inside. The back yard has a huge garden to provide all the vegetables and fruit for them. Up stairs is where the owner and his family live.”

And below that, “My shop would be a craft/coffee shop😋 Lots of windows and twinkly lights, and the shop’s colors would be sage green, coral pink, and cream! (Basically colorful but peaceful 😌) It would have all kinds of craft supplies (clay, paint, paper, and chargers for Apple Pencils), and the drinks served could be named after artists and famous paintings! I don’t have a lot of good ideas for a fun name, so I’ll go with Crafts n’ Coffee for now (but that can change)”

Finally, there’s the World’s Market, where you can buy all sorts of things from around the world!

On the other side of the street, we have a gas station for blimps called, “The Descent Diesel”

And below that, “NICKNACKS AND DOODADS!! An antique place where you can find nicknacks, doodads, and trinkets. Ranging from very very tiny things to very LARGE. Ancients, antiques, modern, magical, you name it! Items can be bought or traded. Run by a very organized cat :D bro is not very forgiving if you make the place crash and burn.”

And below that, “A little magical musical theatre. There is a legend that the theatre is haunted by the ghost of an opera singer who never finished her song in one play, so now she sings it every night when the theatre is empty. She's not scary at all though and some people say she helped them find their way back home on very foggy nights. By day, the theatre is a very warm place where everyone feels welcome. Outside it looks a bit like a miniature gothic castle, but its walls are covered with warm, happy posters. It's close to the river and the owner of the theatre is a great friend of the otters from the river that come to the theatre sometimes. There are a lot of flowers in the windows that are not covered with posters.”

Beneath that is the cinema! “I only ever have the good stuff playing in my theater, the bad stuff can premiere in some other theater. Concessions offers popcorn and candy and pizza and hamburgers and spaghetti-- Because why not? And I sell plushies of the movies currently playing. I do annual film festivals to showcase the creations of local movie makers, their film gets to play for a couple of weeks (*and of course they recieve the profits from the ticket sales*).”

Ending with a VHS store :)

[hereforhalstead]

CPD Gala

*GIF NOT MINE, full credit to the owner*

Requested?: Nope! Wanted to get something posted now I'm back :)

• Warnings: N/A

• Summary: Jay reminds you of the annual CPD gala but knows it's not your idea of fun

Words: 1,321

• A/N : I’m not gonna apologise again for being gone as god knows how many of these I post with that intro but I’m hoping to be back in the swing of things as I have a tonne of requests to get through and I don’t want anyone thinking their request is being ignored as I promise it isn’t!

Meh I don’t love it as I defo need to get back into the comforts of my writing (its gone so downhill lmao) but here we are..

Hope you enjoy🥰

****

Jay knew you weren’t the biggest fan of social occasions, so when you happily agreed to attend the annual CPD gala he had invited you along to, he was beyond surprised.

“I mean, I’ll ask her but don’t get your hopes up” he had joked with Kim a few days prior, following endless begging from her after finding out Hailey wouldn’t be there and wanting a familiar female face there.

“Tell her I’ll by her drinks all night” she quickly exclaims as Jay chuckles, eyes still firmly on the road as they drive back to the district.

“You do realise it’s a free bar?”

“Oh” she huffs, “more reason for her not to say no then” she happily shrugs, sinking back into her seat with a look of confidence.

As much as Jay could go on for hours about how he knew you better than anyone, least of all Kim who you had only met on a few occasions it was like talking to a brick wall sometimes and he didn’t have the patience.

You and Jay were homebodies and this suited you perfectly, he would come home after long shifts and you would still more than likely be sat in the same spot he left you at that morning. Countless half empty mugs filled with coffee that was now ice cold, papers scattered all over the table and floor with your eyes pinned firmly on the screen in front of you.

He would convince you to call it a night, you’d either order in food or you’d wander into the kitchen together to whip up dinner whilst he told you about his day. Depends on what you had, you’d either quickly tidy up the table as best you could or you both just slumped on the sofa with the pizza box balanced on your laps as you watched some trash TV.

You would always fall asleep before Jay, he would get too into the show you had put on and then couldn’t finish until he had got to the end whereas you probably wasn’t paying too much attention in the first place so would easily doze off to only be awoken with a light kiss to your head when Jay has turned the TV off.

It worked like clockwork, some may say boring but it just worked for you and you couldn’t picture it any other way. You were each others comfort, the feeling of home.

***

Jay had bought up the idea of going with him to the gala the previous year but you had only been dating for a few months and hasn’t told many people so you decided against it in mutual agreement.

The truth was it hadn’t left you mind since that exact day he casually asked you over dinner last year

“would be fun you know? “ he raised his eyebrows as he took a sip from his drink “having you on my arm all nice and dressed up” he teased

No Jay, it wouldn’t be fun.

Social outings weren’t your thing, you had a close family and the relationship you had with Jay and that was more than enough. An evening spent in Molly’s was something you had to build yourself up to, let alone a huge party with tonnes of people you had never met before.

Every week the thought would re-enter your mind on whether or not he would ask again this year, secretly hoping he would’ve forgot or they had a case on which meant they couldn’t go. You knew it was in August as Kim had mentioned it one night at Molly’s so as the month got closer, the more it played on your mind.

You even forced yourself one weekend to go dress shopping for the occasion to try and get yourself in the right mindset of being there to support Jay, after all you were beyond honoured he would want you by his side but sometimes the voice in your head would have a way of getting through.

“You know the CPD gala is this weekend?” Jay broke the silence, still chewing on his pizza as he flicked through the channels.

Shit

“I know it’s not your thing so I’m thinking of just third wheeling Kim and Adam, do you think they’ll mind?” he joked but you could tell there was something in his voice that had a twinge of disappointment.

“I’ll come with you”

Before you could register your voice to your brain, the words came out of your mouth.

“Baby, you do-“ he began but you were quick to cut him off in reassurance, placing a finger onto his lips as you smiled

“It doesn’t matter, you want me to be there so I’ll be there”

You placed a light kiss to his lips, the confusion plastered across his face but the light behind his eyes showing through in a gleam.

“Just promise me you will think about it first, don’t do this for me. You know I’d rather stay at home with you anyway but there isn’t many of us going to Voight wants us to make our presence known bla bla bla”

“I’ve already bought a dress” you lied, knowing it would be the thing to distract him

The chewing on his mouthful slowed, scanning your face with a slight narrow to his eyes as he tilted his head “what does it look like?”

“It’s just a little black dress, that alright with you?” you suggested, playful tone as he pouted his lips and nodded with a sign of approval “how comes I haven’t seen this dress?”

You lifted the pizza box from his lap whilst you began to tidy, scanning down to see him lift his hips to get more comfortable, slinging one arm to rest on the top of his head whilst the other clutched at the bottle of beer.

The gaze that was piercing into your back felt like it could burn a hole, the extra swing in your hips and swish of your ponytail was giving you the confidence you needed.

Placing the pizza box down on the side you turned to see Jay towering over you, one arm resting against the door frame with the other resting low in his sweatpant pocket.

“Seriously, let me see this dress”

You tried to keep your composure, acting like you couldn’t see the smile he was trying to hide despite the corners of his lips already turning up with his every word.

His eyes were pinned to you as you picked off a piece off fluff from his tshirt, following each move as you let your hand rest onto his chest.

Gazing up at him, innocence in your eyes as you could feel his heart pounding beneath your touch amongst the silence.

“You’re not allowed to see it until the Gala”

He huffed, rolling his eyes whilst running a hand across his forehead in stress

“but the guy in the store said I looked like a million bucks”

His eyes widened, smirk spreading across his lips as you felt his hand drop to your hip as he cleared his throat “did he now?”

You nodded, feeling his grip tighten as he let out a huff in laughter which you knew he didn’t mean in amusement.

Before you could think of what to come back with, his arm was slung over your waist, picking you up like you were a piece of paper and tossing you onto his shoulder. Marching towards the bedroom, not letting the fists you were prodding into his back stopping him.

“Jay?! What are you doing!” you exclaimed, being laid on the bed as he pinned his arms either side of your head to stop you from getting away from him. Dark glint in his eyes as he roamed about your body, taking in every inch as he admired.

“I think you need to show me this dress baby”

***

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Yandere Living Spaces

(Hawks and Erasermic )

Keigo Takami:

Much smaller than one might think. Being the second/third highest rated hero (who’s also a model, it seems) would definitely bring it a lot of money, but I’ll argue- what does he have to spend it on? No family, seemingly no friends, no hobbies that we know of. Not to mention that he’s always out on the job or doing something, so he doesn’t have anything to fill a house up with. He doesn’t need a huge house to lounge in. He’d have a smaller and cozier house instead, tucked away somewhere quiet and safe. He keeps the place clean, even if no one ever comes around to see it. Plenty of space for his wings, even if he has nothing to worry about knocking over.

Basically, he has a house, but not a home.

He fully intends to change that, though.

Before he‘s even managed to take you from the League of Villains, he’s already furnished one of his empty guest rooms with you in mind. He walks by that room everyday when he wakes up, thinking of the day that you’ll be waking up with him, adding a little bit of life and warmth to this lonely house of his.

That day won’t be far off. He’ll save you, like you should’ve been saved so long ago, and bring you to a place where you can properly heal and move on from the influence the League has left on you.

Whether you want to or not.

———————————————————————

Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada:

A totally normal house, if you ignore the soundproofed walls. And the hero costumes lying around.

The small shrine to their fallen friend, with a pair of broken goggles, a busted gourd speaker and a shattered ‘Loud Cloud’ pin. The leather jacket and martial arts gi framed in glass and hung on the wall behind the little shelf full of personal effects.

If you can ignore all of that, it’d feel like a normal house.

There are things that make it feel normal. The vitamin packets lining the fridge and the bags of chamomile tea. The little notes on the fridge, reminders to smile and have a good day or to pick up groceries. The amount of cat-themed merchandise, in spite of not having any cats. Old photos here and there, with them and Miss Midnight and some white-haired boy you don’t recognize or know the name of. In some of them, Mr. Aizawa even looks close to happy.

It feels normal for just a moment, and then you see your freshly printed adoption certificate framed and hung up next to all their other precious moments, reminding you of all you’ve been taken away from.

You have a lot of things you’ll have to get used to. Maybe if you do, it’ll start to feel like home.

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: You have some kind of nightmare and Bucky wakes you up but he’s still a prick and you have a fight.

Warnings: Flashback, mention of experiments, hydra facility, creepy stuff and I probably forgot something so forgive me. -> 18+ !!

Other: English isn’t my fist language so I apologize for eventual mistakes.

-> Masterlist

-> Part three ; Part five

-> Nonie (04)

A little you was sitting in the corner of your room. The place you called home was clean and sterile, empty of any unnecessary comforts - not that you knew what the word truly meant. The only source of light was coming from the single light bulb hung from the ceiling, and your bed - big enough to at least fit you - was pushed against a wall, it’s thin mattress covered in white sheets.

The walls were bare; you were not given anything normal kids your age had to at least make it seem more than just a prison. It was naked of any type of decoration, no pictures or paintings… just plain grey. And you loved it.

One day, your usual routine was changed. Up until then you had been alone, the only people you talked to were the scientists and Mrs White who came in to see how you were doing and tell you all about the process they were making thanks to you. But that day, you remember the sound of that huge, scratched iron door open and an Hydra agent escorting a girl into the room.

Not a word was exchanged before you and the new person were left alone. To be honest, you were curious but also confused - why did they brought her in all of a sudden? Was she another special girl? Were you not good enough anymore? You didn’t like that idea.

You watched as she went to sit on the other corner of the room, her head low, and you spent the whole day listening to her sobbing. Why was she crying, you did not know. How could she cry when she was in the safest place on earth?

Ungrateful. And she was evidently older than you, maybe sixteen or even seventeen - she should have understood her worth already at that age.

In the days that followed, you learned absolutely nothing about her. She never spoke and she spent most of her time confined to her side of the room - she wasn’t even given a mattress, and she did nothing to let you know if perhaps she was tired of sleeping on the floor. All you heard were her hums at night, melodies you didn’t know.

But for some reason, you liked having her there.

Eventually, days turned into weeks and your curiosity towards her only grew and it almost became an obsession - you wanted to get her to talk but never succeeded. Each day, like a clockwork, the girl was escorted out of the room by Hydra agents and each day, when she would return, her demeanor grew more unsettling.

“And so today Mrs White gave me a candy. She said I deserved it after I found where those criminals were hiding.” You said, hopping onto your bed as you stared at her - she was finally given one too, and now she did nothing rather than lay on it as days passed by. “Did she ever give you a candy? The one that looks like a bear - have you ever seen a bear?”

At your questions, all you could hear was nothing except her breathing. There wasn’t even a window in there. “Oh, yeah. You don’t talk. Mrs White says that when people ignore you, they are being extremely dis- dispec - I don’t remember the word she used. But it’s not nice!”

Nothing. She didn’t even blink, sometimes you had to walk over there to check if she was still breathing. “Whatever.” You sighed. “I’ll bring you a candy next time I’m done with a successful mission. Maybe you’ll talk to me. Or I can steal one - maybe I could. I don’t know. What do you think? Do you want a candy?”

Silence.

“Alright. Then I’ll bring you one.” You smiled at her. “But you need to tell me your name, I can’t keep referring to you as the ‘new girl’, it’s been… I don’t know. But surely more than a day!”

The girl stayed silent. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“Mrs White says my blood is fundamental for whatever they’re working on, you know? We’re here to save the world.” You continued. “She said there are some people who don’t want that, like Natasha Romanoff. The prodigy of the Red Room, have you ever met her? She came here a few years ago and taught me how to shoot properly. And now, turns out that she’s been corrupted.” You sighed “You’re a great listener, at least.” You turned around, giving your back to her. Maybe she just didn’t like you.

Still, no response. Not even a hum of acknowledgement.

Your frustration mounted with each passing day, your attempts to communicate with her were always ignored and you were met with nothing but silence.

“Is there something wrong, kid?” One of Hydra’s agents, Ezra you had learnt, asked you one day as he was escorting you back to your room after another evening of restless training. You had to be at your best, they said, all the time.

“No.” You sighed, as your body felt like burning - that day they had gone heavy on you, but you managed well. You were the only survivor, as per usual. “When can I go outside? I want to help on the field.”

“Soon enough, kid. We have a problem in stars and stripes to take care of. Mrs White believes you can do it.”

You felt a sense of pride in you at his words. That man, they called him Captain America, was a heavy problem for the world. He was the one who kept ruining any attempt to make the world a better place, always stepping in to cause chaos. He needed to be eliminated and you wished it would be you to do so, after all you had the skills to do it.

“Then I won’t disappoint her.”

Once you got back to your room with the biggest grin ever, you saw Nonie - as you nicknamed her - sitting on her bed with her back on the wall, staring straight ahead of her. You sat right in her line of view, which was on your mattress, crossing your legs one over the other. “Guess what?”

Blank stare.

“I’ll kill Mr Captain America one of these days. I know I’m not as skilled as Winter is, but I can do it. I know I can.” You started to ramble convinced that she wouldn’t pay attention to you since she never did, but soon enough, too focused on your own words, you felt a hand on your tight.

A cold, almost imperceptible touch. She had walked towards you, kneeling down in the end as her legs were too weak to hold her light weight for longer than a few steps.

You stared into her soulless eyes for a moment, before she shook her head.

“No? What - what do you mean no?” You looked at her dumbfounded. “You don’t want me to kill him? Nonie, I h-”

But before you could continue, she crawled back to her bed in the same position she was in. You stayed silent too, for a moment. For a long, tense moment.

“So you can understand what I’m saying! You can hear me!” You realized, getting up. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Nonie made a movement with her pale hand to tell you to get closer to her - which you did without second thinking. Those few steps felt like happening in slow motion and once you were right in front of her, she raised that same hand to her mouth; her fingers grazing the edge of her lips.

You frowned, but you didn’t have the time to utter a word that she stuck out her tongue - or what was left of it.

≈

“For fuck’s sake - Emma!” Your eyes snapped open at Bucky’s voice, your heart racing in your chest as you sat up in bed, your forehead almost colliding against his.

You couldn’t help but dream about her, giving what you and Dean had saw just hours prior. She always came back into your memories one way or another, whether it was with a nightmare or just with a simple thought during the day - she was always there, in the back of your mind. And no matter how much years had passed since then, Nonie wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Bucky spoke again with a sharp tone. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve been trying to wake you up the whole night.”

You blinked in confusion, caught off guard by his harsh tone and the fact that he was sitting so close to you. “I’m sorry.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I had a nightmare.”

Bucky’s expression unexpectedly softened, though you could still sense some irritation. You knew he had trouble sleeping too, and waking up in the middle of the night due to someone else’s problems wasn’t really ideal. “Nightmare, huh? Great, now we’re both awake.”

You closed your eyes and took a breath for a moment as you tried to find the right words to say. You never meant to disturb him but you could not control how your mind worked - and Wanda wasn’t even there to help you. Sometimes you gave her permission to get inside your head and erase the bad memories for one night so you could properly rest, but she wasn’t with you and so you had to do it alone. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, his demeanor softening ever so slightly. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He admitted gruffly. He better than anyone could understand how you mist be feeling, and he could have approached it better. “It’s been a long day and I guess I’m just on edge.”

You huffed. “Believe me, I know.”

Bucky exhaled as he was still sitting on your bed, the situation becoming awkward. He got up, but didn’t leave quite yet. You saw some uncertainty in his eyes before he spoke again.

“Food always helps me with nightmares.” He cleared his throat, his tone softer than before. But not much, he was still Bucky Barnes after all. “Come downstairs with me. Dean left some pizza in the fridge before leaving.”

You noticed you were hungry now that he mentioned food. Once you and Dean got home after the investigation, still unsure of what you saw - or, rather, still hoping your mind had played an awful joke on you, you went straight in your room. You had left the task to explain things to Sam and Bucky to Dean.

“One thing I learned about Dean is that he becomes a mad man if someone touches his food.” You let out a small chuckle, getting up the bed.

“He left it for you.” Bucky admitted.

“Oh.” That was surprising. “I was going to eat it anyway but I will feel less guilty knowing it was already mine.”

Together you made your way downstairs to the kitchen, the silence was oddly comfortable for once. You sat down while Bucky took the pizza box from the fridge and tossed it your way. Action you thanked with a smile.

He rummaged through the cabinets searching for something to eat himself. He sat on the chair beside yours with a box of homemade biscuits - wait, homemade biscuits?

“The old lady that lives on the other side of the street brought these over today, when you and Dean were at the Miller’s house.” He explained after reading your expression. “We’re invited at her niece’s birthday party this weekend, by the way. I said yes.”

You being invited to a party full of strangers wasn’t really on the list of the things you liked to do since you were as social as a rock but what you wanted went into the toilet the second you became an Avenger. Like that time you and Pietro were sent on a mission on a yacht - you were scared as hell of the sea after a certain God of Mischief made you watch Titanic changing the finale with your face instead of Rose’s. But that was another story.

“Great.” You sighed.

“So, the investigation. How did it go? You came home quite traumatized.” He raised a brow, and you didn’t miss the judgement in his tone.

You stiffened for a second, your mind went inevitably back there just as soon as you were starting to think about something else. “I wasn’t traumatized. I just… if you had seen that, you would have understood.”

Bucky scoffed. “What? Seeing the breakdown of an hysterical old lady after she lost her daughter doesn’t seem so terrible compared to what we’re used to, come on now.”

You frowned. That was the last of your concerns, you weren’t a therapist or something but a breakdown was certainly not that woman’s biggest problem. “Dean didn’t- he didn’t tell you everything?”

It was Bucky’s time to frown. “He told us what happened. You two arrived there, the woman was obviously grieving her missing daughter and she had a break down after asking one too many questions which led to her kicking you out.” He reassumed everything Dean had said. “Isn’t that all?”

You gulped. Dean kept his mouth shut about that, and you wondered why. Bucky knew what Hydra was capable of, but that? That was something beyond imaginable. Still, before talking to Bucky about it you wanted to know why Dean kept it a secret and why he didn’t seem to freak out as any other normal person would - beside you.

“No, that’s all.” You said after a moment, sounding as sincere as possible. “It’s just… her daughter’s probably dead and… and seeing her reaction wasn’t easy.”

“Mh.” He nodded, seeming to believe you. “Rich coming from you.” He said after, turning back into himself - for a second there you almost forgot how infuriating he was.

“Excuse me?”

“Rich coming from you.” He repeated casually. “Didn’t you use to kidnap people yourself for Hydra? Or maybe… bring back the ones lucky enough to break free from their control?

You stayed momentarily silent. “No.” You answered. “I never kidnapped anyone or brought back anyo- what the fuck is your problem, man?”

“I have absolutely zero problems, but I wonder if you even have the right to feel bad when you used to do the same to innocent people - willingly.” His tone was as light as if he was talking about a damn football game.

“You killed dozens of people too.”

“I was brainwashed, and I feel guilty enough. You were not.” He fired back. “And you never apologized.”

“I was a fucking child, Barnes.” You reminded him, clenching your jaw. “I thought I was doing the right thing by complying, just like you were!”

“I know that, Dayne, I’m not an idiot. But you’ve been indoctrinated with their ideas all your life, which is exactly why I wonder how the fuck it is that you’re on our side now.” He said, leaning back on the chair. “I’m not attacking you, just curious.”

“It’s been ten years, it took me a long time to see things the right way.” You said, really stopping the urge to flip the table and walk out dramatically. “And it looks like an attack to me.”

“It’s not.” He remarked. “You know, Rumlow was a SHIELD agent while being loyal to Hydra. If he did it, I won’t get off the table the fact that you could be doing the same.”

“I never joined Hydra willingly, I was born there!” You shot back to that lunatic asshole. “Rumlow joined those people because he believed in their ideas, to me their ideas were the only thing I’ve ever known! Excuse me if I didn’t know a difference between the good and the bad when I was told that killing people was the only way humanity could survive!”

He sighed at that. Maybe he had been too harsh?

“You’ve been brainwashed in a way, and I in another. If you think I’m some kind of monster for what I did or I cannot be trusted, then we may not be so different.” You spat while pulling yourself up from the chair with force, the legs scrapping against the floor. “And if you wake me up again I’ll stick that metal arm up your ass.”

With that, you left him in the kitchen alone. Fuck him and fuck whatever his problem was.

[darklcy]

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

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‣ requsted by @ipromiseimnotthirsty : hello! if your requests are open, would you write robin x reader smut where reader has been teasing robin all day until she snaps? maybe they’ve been in public/with other people/in class all day and then they get home? thank you!!

‣ robin buckley x f! reader | stranger things mastelist | 1.5k words | 18+ MDNI, heavy petting, skin on skin, sexual tension, swearing, reader has boobas, college au, no use of y/n, fingering, make out sesh

‣ this is actually one of the first times i've ever written smut so i hope i did you justice adfafawe sorry this one took so long! enjoy my luvs

Something must’ve been in the air today, she thinks.

Surely that’s why her skin flared red, insides grinding like an engine, knee bouncing beneath her desk anxiously while trying to find a rhythm with the pencil in her grip. Professor Smith’s lecture faded quiet, the woman pointing to an assignment on the board that was to be finished come Monday morning. Robin slouched further into her chair.

…A shoe trails the inside of her calf. 

Her eyes close while her lips tighten. Nudging it away, she ignores the playful scoff behind her. 

Quit it.

The shoe lightly pokes her back, the tip of a canvas converse tapping into her corduroy pants. Smith and the chalkboard mesh together in a blur, a sweaty induced blur with Robin’s only focus being the damn girl behind her. The same damn girl who’s been riling up her nerves the whole class period.

The tip of a finger twirls around a strand of Robin’s bob, a phantom sensation of pulling on her scalp before the tension releases. Something’s gotta be in the air today.

—

The lunch line was annoyingly long today. Her weight shifts from feet to feet as her shoulder leans against the wall, awaiting her turn to enter the school cafe and order some overpriced food the campus provides. Not her usual choice, but waking up late damned her to forget packing a sack lunch. A student with a plastic tray walks by. Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes. Her nose twitches.

A sharp pinch to her side jolts her awake.

“Hey.”

Of course it’s you. Robin’s hand flies to her chest.

“My god, you scared me.”

“Good, I was trying to.”

Do you even know what you’re doing or is it just a state of oblivion?

“What’s for lunch today?”

“Uhh, steak and mashed potatoes.”

She watches you contemplate. 

“Hm. I’ll save you a spot.”

Your hand caresses her shoulder, but as you depart, trails down her arm before releasing at her wrist. Goosebumps stem up from her fingertips, unable to do anything else except watch you prance away to an empty table, joining a couple other classmates, and sure enough, placing your bag to the seat right next to yours.

You smile in greeting like it was just a regular day. It was almost mocking her. Her freckles could feel the heat underneath her pores. 

Someone taps her shoulder. “Can you move up.”

Shit.

— Last period of the day. Thank god.

She’d just about had it with you and your damn mannerisms. It’s never riled her up like this before, but surely there’s something in the air, with how much she wants to just-

“Wanna hangout today?”

You two hangout every day, yet you still ask. She hops in your passenger seat and leans her cheek against her palm, strategically moving her knees a bit away from you. Your hand still finds its way to her knee.

You commuted to class everyday, seeing how you only lived a couple blocks down the road. Robin doesn’t complain, her roommate wasn’t really her favorite person to hangout with anyways. Most days it was just awkward silence and greetings. 

“You won’t believe what happened in chem. Jason Carver messed up on the lab, and made a huge mess. His face was so fucking funny, he kept whining about how his sweater was ruined.”

You shake your head with laughter. Robin doesn’t react.

“Rob? You listening? I just said Jason Carver made an ass of himself and you’re like not responding.”

She raises her head when you squeeze her knee twice.

“Oh, yeah. No, that’s funny.”

You scoff. “I love your enthusiasm.”

Robin’s tongue rolls the inside of her mouth, her face returning to its rest against her palm. 

The familiar neighborhood streets fade in, your car slowing to a park, when Robin finally breaks. Her hands pull you into her immediately, her torso leaning over the gear shift to reach you better. She feels you smile against her, your hands gripping her hair and tugging gently. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking day.”

Robin groans into your mouth while taking a swoop of air, only to dive back into you again.

“I was trying to.”

She wants to ruin you. She wants to take you here and now. She wants you to shut the fuck up.

Your lips taste so sweet. The gasps and whines she drives out of you she immediately drinks in. She’s so lost in you that the roll of your bodies hitting the horn startle you both apart with a jolt.

“Shit!”

Robin swears as you burst out laughing. She glares down at you, but surrenders at your expression, your face squinting with giggles and smiles. She adores you. With a sigh, she bends down to steal another kiss. 

“Let’s go inside.”

You hum. “Good idea.”

—-

Robin starts immediately where you left off. The second you two enter your room, she grabs hold of you again, not wasting any time to place her mouth on yours. She feels you hold onto her waist, gently rubbing your fingers against her sides. Robin bites your lip when you pinch her.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

The back of your knees buckle against your bed, allowing Robin to fully settle herself on top. 

“Nope,” 

She hates how you pop the ‘p.’

This way is much better, she finds. No damn gear shift or car horn to drive you apart now. This way she can feel you entirely, your warmth, your breath, your soft skin. Her knee glides up to rest between your legs, smiling when you stutter, your fingers desperately grabbing onto her. Robin rubs herself up and down, her weight and position making you two hungry for more, kisses growing deeper and deeper. Who needs to breathe air when she could just live here, in your body, in your affection?

She feels her shirt rise with her movements, to which she momentarily pauses to sit up and rid herself of the damn thing. You take this chance to follow her, exposing more of yourself to her and quickly meeting her lips again. Your fingers trail up and down her shoulder blades, her spine, her nape. Your nails become your new eyes, wanting to memorize every single freckle and pore of Robin’s skin down to the minute detail. Robin was so beautiful. Her freckles were probably your favorite thing about her. If you could, you’d kiss every single one. You started with her collarbones, then her shoulders, your teeth gently biting her in between.

Robin’s arms encased around your shoulders, starting to mess with the back of your wired bra before snapping it off. She moved lower to embrace your breasts with her tongue, each lick and kiss quickening your breaths. With a pop, Robin moves to the other, her tongue swirling around the bud before wrapping her mouth around it entirely. 

“You know..”

Robin peers up at you through her eyelashes, her lips still working on your left breast.

“If I’d known messing with you would get you like this… I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

You gasp when her teeth bites your nipple.

“Shut up.”

Robin’s tongue licks into your mouth greedily, shutting you up in the best way. You find the latch hooking her bra together and eagerly rip it off, your fingers grabbing at her while her mouth occupies itself with yours. Robin leans on her right elbow while her left hand redirects yours to the hem of her jeans, letting out a hum when they dip inside and find where she needs you most. 

She’s so warm and slick with heat, you find no trouble slipping in a finger inside, curling rhythmically and slowly. Robin moans against you, breaking apart from you to your neck, letting herself rest there while you get her ready. It’s not long before you slip in another finger, even allowing her to grind down against you to rid some of the ache. 

She practically whines when your fingers leave her.

“Take this thing off.”

She obeys instantly. Her jeans fall heavy to the floor and you’re back at it, her heat missing the two seconds you weren’t inside her.

Her moans and whines could sustain you forever. It feels so good to make her feel good, you could probably reach your limit right here and now just drunk off her pleasure. Three fingers in now, pumping in and out, in and out. She’s close, you can feel it. It’s almost amusing how her cool exterior dumbs down to whimpers the moment someone touches her. 

“I’m getting, I’m,”

You leave a lingering kiss on her cheek, while Robin’s eyes clenched shut, her walls closing down on your fingers as she lets go. Her moans are euphoric and beautiful, and being this close you can feel them all around you, surrounding your five senses, and you find yourself starting to moan with her, too.

Her body collapses onto you, her sweaty cheek meeting the crook of your neck while your slick covered fingers come up to your lips to be licked clean. Robin can hear you hum at the sensation, annoyingly popping your fingers like a cartoon character after finishing a gourmet meal.

“You taste so sweet, Rob.”

You can’t hold back your grin as she groans into your skin.

“God, shut up.”

[yandere-paramour]

Chapter 3

“I’m not hungry,” You mumble, still nervous about the implications of that discipline thing.

She gives you a serious look, “You must eat something, love. You haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“What time is it?”

“A half-hour past eight. Perfect time for you to eat something.”

You hate to admit it, but she’s right. If you refuse food now, there’s probably no chance of eating anything again until morning, and you don’t want to take that chance, “Okay, I’ll eat something.”

She flashes you a smile of perfect, shiny teeth, “Amazing, love. What would you like?”

“Just something small. I’m not really hungry.”

“For you, nothing is an inconvenience. But, let me make you something comforting. I know today has been very tiring for you,” She gives your head a comforting pat, “Please, allow me to help you up.”

She helps lift you to your feet and supports you while you walk out of the room on unsteady legs. Immediately, you start scanning your surroundings. It is a small, dark hallway to the stairs, but when you get there, your eyes widen dramatically.

The living space is huge, easily three times the size of your apartment. It was decorated in the same blue and grey color scheme as the bedroom, and you had to admit the colors calmed you. One wall was entirely large windows, showing the oranges and yellows of the setting sun illuminating the room and a view of the city skyline. It was very clean, almost too clean, like it was more of a house being shown rather than one occupied by a living human. The furniture had no spots or creases, there wasn’t any laundry on the chair, and from what you could see, there wasn’t a speck of dirt anywhere to be found.

She notices you looking and smiles, “Do you like it? I know it is somewhat empty now, but I figured you could decorate it to your tastes. I will give you the tour tomorrow morning after breakfast. I want you to get to know your new home.”

You visibly perk up at that. A tour will show you any possible escape routes. As soon as she goes back to work, and a CEO like her will definitely have to return to work soon, you’ll be out of here. You bite back a grin.

She goes to try and lift you at the top of the stairs.

“Wait!” you say.

She freezes instantly, “What is it, my princess? Are you afraid of heights? I promise I will hold you securely.”

That statement is nauseatingly genuine, and color rushes to your face, forcing you to look away from her, “It’s not that… I just don’t want to mess up your suit.”

“No suit is worth your comfort and safety,” She says and sweeps you into her arms in a bridal carry. She descends the stairs with no trouble, acting as though your weight is no trouble for her at all. Exactly how strong is this woman?

At the bottom of the stairs, she sets you back on your feet carefully, holding your arms to steady you, “There you go, princess. Safe and sound. See? I would never drop you.”

You blush again at her gross words, and with a grin, she moves on. She helps you to the couch, gently laying you back and tucking you in with a blanket. She turns on the large tv for you to watch, and you unwittingly relax. “I’m going to the kitchen to make you something, princess. Just rest here and I’ll be back in a few minutes,” She gives you another kiss on the forehead which you try to weasel away from, and leaves.

You relax your muscles. Whatever medicine she gave you must’ve been strong. Your head is pounding with a headache and your muscles feel weak and loose, and it hurts to move around too long. The short trip from the bedroom down the stairs to the couch was enough to tire you out. Even if she’s not currently watching you, you’d never be able to make it to the elevator, let alone out of the building.

She said you’d only be on this medication for a few days. If she was telling the truth, which you have no way of verifying but this is your only source of hope at the moment, you’d be completely clean in a few days, she would go back to work, and you’d be gone. Tonight, you just had to lay back and try to keep this woman from peppering your face and hands with any more kisses.

Your brain must be slow because thinking took a lot longer than you thought. She is back, balancing a tray with two mugs and a plate of toast.

“I thought some sugar would be good for you,” she says, pushing a mug of dark liquid into your hands. It smells nice, but you don’t trust it. If she can drug you once, she can drug you again. You eye her suspiciously.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like hot chocolate?” She cocks her head like she doesn’t understand.

“You try it first,” you mumble, afraid to push her too far, holding the mug towards her.

She gives you a pitying look, “Oh sweetheart, are you afraid I put your sleepy medicine in your cocoa? I promise, I will not give you your medicine until bedtime. The nighttime dose is higher.”

You still hold the mug out to her and she sighs but takes a sip anyway to appease you.

“I wish you would trust me, Darling, but I can be patient.”

“I will never trust you,” You mutter under your breath.

Her eyes narrowed. “Darling, respectful words, please. I will not have you being rude just because you are tired.”

Whatever words you want to spit at her die in your throat. You are tired, even if you’d rather die than admit it. Starting a fight when you’re too weak to win and possibly risking discipline, whatever that means. You’re too smart to take that chance, so you turn your eyes back to your cocoa, sipping. It is honestly good, the best cup of hot chocolate you’ve ever had.

“Good girl,” she praises, and your face heats up. Even if she is your ruthless kidnapper, she can’t be saying things like that.

She holds a piece of toast to your mouth and your face burns, but you bite obediently. This is mortifying, and you’re glad no one is watching this. She feeds you toast, and by the end, you would rather have been boiled alive than fed buttered toast by your kidnapper who cooed “My Darling princess is eating so well for me” after every bite.

She leaves the dishes in the sink and carries you back upstairs. You don’t protest this time, but your face being so close to her chest makes you extremely uncomfortable. She sets you back on the bed while she readies your bedtime medication, and you eye the door, wondering if it is worth it to try to escape.

“Are you ready, Darling?” She asks, standing over you.

Your skin crawls, and you try to give her a pathetically upset look, “Do I have to? I really don’t like needles.”

She doesn’t flinch, but you can see the pain in her eyes. Huh. The thought of your pain distresses her. This information seems useful and you file it away for later.

She still has some resolve, “Sorry, love. You need to be on your medicine for a few more days, just until you feel more settled.”

You lay back and try to close your eyes to not look at it. The feeling of a needle pricks the skin over your shoulder and you shiver. How many of these does she have? Where is she keeping them? A murky blur spreads through your body, forcing you to relax. Taking great care with you, Atalanta tucks you back under the blanket. She climbs into the bed, pulling you closer to her body. You mumble at her to get away and try to squirm out of her arms, but it gets harder and harder to resist. She is warm and solid, and the medication is good stuff; it definitely is working. Atalanta strokes your hair as you close your eyes, drifting off, thinking of in a few days when you can escape and get back to your own life.

[quicktosimp]

Patience is a Virtue

Kinkmas Day 01

Warnings: Cock Warning, Alien Genitalia, P in V Sex, Sub!Teylan, Dom!Reader, Mommy Kink, Begging, Breeding, Creampie

I have to say such a huge thank you to @neteyamsyawntu, I am super excited for this event!!!

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Can- can I move now? Please?” Teylan wimped behind me.

I sighed dramatically, “No, Teylan, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m trying to work. Now you need to stay quiet until I am done,” I scolded, flexing my inner walls in punishment.

I could feel the tendrils of his cock squirming inside me, wanting to finish locking in place, eager to breed their mate.

“BUt, but you said it wouldn’t, oh fuck, take long,” Teylan whined as he grips onto my hips, steading himself.

“No, I did not say that. I said that it wouldn’t be long paperwork-wise; that’s still a long day,” I deadpaned at him.

“Please, please, please, I need to move, please,” He begs, and I can feel his tears drip into my hair. 

“No, you’re going to be a good boy and stay still, or I’ll get off, and I’ll put you in your chastity slate,” I threatened, glaring at him from the corner of my eye.

Teylan doesn’t need to know that I am bluffing, yet you would think he’d know based on how soaked I am. My juices dripped down me and all over our thighs, creating a sticky mess underneath Teylan’s ass and pooling on the seat.

“I’m a good boy! I’ll listen, I promise! Please, I’ll be good!” Teylan’s begs become desperate, needing to prove that he is a good boy.

I hum to myself as I lean back onto his chest, “I know you’re a good boy. You’re always a good boy for me. Sometimes you just need some reminders, don't you?” I praise him mockingly, “Now tell me what you want, and make sure you ask politely,” I demand.

“Please, Mamas, can I please fuck your pussy? I promise I’ll be a good boy and fill you will all my cum, and I won't let any leak out. Please, Mamas, your pussy feels so good, please, Mamas,” Teylan’s voice is music to my ears.

I can’t help but clench around his large cock, gigantic by human standers but small for a male Na’vi, making it possible for me to sit on his cock for hours at a time. I always love to sit on it whenever I can, paperwork, ikran riding, hell, even sleeping. I just want to be on Teylan’s cock. But Teylan never quite learned patients when it comes to his dick. Alway’s cumming too soon and then being too tired after to help me. So now we have training sessions to help build his stamina. Although Teylan finally getting proper nutrition is most likely what is helping him the most, I refuse to stop these training sessions just to hear him beg me for more. 

I sit there quietly, pondering if I want to give in to his pleas, but a much better idea comes to mind, “No baby, you can’t fuck my pussy, but I am going to fuck your cock. You’re going to sit pretty like that and not move while I fuck your cock, and if you cum before I do, you’ll be punished, understood?” I explained.

“Yes, Mamas, I promise,” Teylan moves his hands down to the chair, holding himself in place.

Not wanting to move much, I bounce in place, barely lifting myself, just enough to feel the spins on his cock rub inside my cunt, scrapping my walls deliciously.

“Your cock always feels so good, Teylan,” I moan, my soaping cunt squelching around his length.

“Mamas, please, good, please,” Brocken moans slip past Teylan's lips as tears and drool trail down his face.

I turn myself and grab Teylan’s face, bringing our lips together sloppily. As our tongues meet in the open air, our saliva mixing and dripping between us, as I grind on his cock, clenching even more as his spins flex inside me, telling me he’s near his release.

“I can feel you, Teylan, you need to cum don’t you?” I asked him, chuckling, as another groan slipped past my lips.

“Yes, Mamas, please let me cum!” Teylan shouts into the empty office room.

“Then you know what to do,” I mutter.

One of Teylan’s large hands slips down to my cunt, needily fingering my clit, rubbing it just on the right side of harsh, as he starts to roll his hips, just as I like it. More of a soft grind as more of his spins lock into place, sticking me on his cock. More whines and whimpers leave Teylan’s lips as he slots himself into place inside me, wanting nothing more than to breed his mate. 

“Are you close, Mamas? Please tell me you’re close,” Teylan begs again, and I know he’s going to cum the moment his cock breaches my cervix. 

“I’m close, baby. Make me cum,” I demand, humping into his fingers.

The coil inside me is tight as I near my own release. Shockwaves of pleasure override my senses just as the tip of Teylan’s cock breaches my cervix, the tendrils at the tip of his cock forcing the deepest part of me wide open. 

“Mamas, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He cries as ropes and ropes of cum enter my womb, the tendrils forming a seal, refusing to let a drop escape my cunt. 

As I was filled with cum, clenched around his cock, finally able to cum. My vision turns white as blinding pleasure overtakes me, “Teylan!”

I continue to rock myself on his cock as I’m still hit with waves of pleasure, needing to ride out my high. Teylan’s hips stutter as he keeps trying to force more of his cum inside me. I grab his face once again, needing to feel his lips on mine. His lips are soft and needy against mine as Teylan finally settles. Knowing that we’ll be here much longer, I relax the best I can, plotting his future punishment.

[heartfeltcierra]

Dude where's my submarine? Part 3 (Final) Isekaied Law X Female reader

It's time for Law to go back.....

Word Count- 6.9k

Part one here Part two here

Masterlist

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” ― Nietzche

AN-I had so much fun writing this story , but as they say all good things must come to a end. I hope you enjoy the final part! -Love Cierra ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Side note-There are a few links in the story for reference you can use.

Warnings/content-Nightmares, Mentions of Violence, Modern Day references, Character death

  “You can’t run forever Y/N~ Fufufu” Doflamingo’s voice echoes through the dark forest.

  “Leave me alone you creepy bird bastard!” You yell without daring to turn your head as you run from the pink pursuer. How did I get here? The rapid heartbeat in your chest mixes with the sound of breaking twigs and the whooshing of strings. 

 “There you are.” The devilish voice was too close for comfort. You pick up the pace, desperate  to make some distance between you and him. “Bullet string.” The ball of string shoots past your face, taking a few strands of hair in the process. “Just give up already.” One of the trees ahead of you gets sliced and comes crashing down.

 “I’ll give up when your hairline grows back!” You jump over the tree and continue your frantic running. The moonlight glows  and reveals the end of the woods. Almost there. A sense of false relief washes over you as you leave the mess of trees and brush. Looking ahead you realize you are cornered, leaving you two options. 1. Jump off the cliff you’ve found yourself at. 2. Doflamingo kills you. 

 “The mouse has found itself between the cat and a trap~” You turn around to see Doflamingo standing a few feet away. “You know what that means Y/N?” He slowly inches closer to you. “No matter what you do, death is the only sure result.” Am I going to die here? You take a few steps back, closer to the edge of the cliff.

 “Help.” 

 “Help?” Doflamingo mocks you with a sadistic grin. “Who the hell is going to help you?” 

 “LAW!” You jump up from the bed with your hand over  your pounding heart. It takes a few moments to realize you were in the safety of your room and not in the woods being chased down by a psychotic ex-warlord. 

 “Y/N are you okay?” Your jolt hearing the bedroom door slam against the wall. “I heard you scream.” The light in your bedroom flickers on revealing a menacing looking Law holding his sword in an offensive position. 

 “I’m fine.” You give him a glance done before smirking. “Nice boxers~”

 “I came in here with full intent on killing something or someone for you and all you can say is nice boxers?” Law deadpans before laying his sword down. “But seriously, what caused you to scream?” 

 “A nightmare.” 

 “What about?” Law questions with a raised brow.

 “I’ll tell you, but just know it was pretty horrific.” Law nods his head, letting you know to continue. “So I was in a dark forest being chased by Doflamingo.”

 “Damn that does sound horrific.” 

 “Trust me it gets worse. I reached the edge of the forest only to find a cliff waiting for me. So I could jump or wait for him to slice me into pieces.” You grimace thinking about being turned into a million little pieces via strings. 

 “Which did you do?” 

 “Neither. I called for help.” A soft smile forms on your lips. “More specifically, I called for you.”

 “And I came.” 

 “That you did, my knight in shining red plaid.” Law rolls his eyes as you start to laugh.

 “Since you're obviously okay, I’m going back to bed.” As he walks away you remember that tonight was his last full night here.

 “Wait. Stay.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks considering your request, but you also wanted to make the most of the situation. “Please.” You bat your lashes and pat the empty spot next to you.

 “Fine.” You watch Law crawl under the covers with a huge grin on your face. “I’m starting to think you planned this out.” 

 “I did not!” You reject his statement. “The nightmare felt so real, when I first woke up from it I thought Doflamingo was in my room!”

  “I doubt that will ever happen, but if it did…” Law gives you a teasing look. “I’m sure you could handle him.”

 “Me?!” You nearly jump up from the bed. “What do you suppose I do Law? Refer him to a really good therapist? Maybe they could convince him to take antipsychotics.” You doubt there is a person or pill strong enough to handle the pink bastard.

 “I had something different in mind….Something much simpler.” Law turns on his side to face you. “All you have to do is call for me..”

 “I will.” You blush as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek. “And you better show up.”

 “As if I’d let you down.” Law winks. “Now if I recall you said we had big plans for my last day tomorrow.”

 “I do.”

 “So we better get some rest.” Law gets up to turn the light off before laying back in the bed. “Good night Y/N.”

 “Good night Law, sleep well..” 

 You lay on your side, facing Law. He was so close you could smell his body wash and feel the warmth his body produced, but not him. Not that you were expecting him to cuddle up with you, well actually you were. Maybe I should ask? But if you did he would probably tease you until the sun came up. 

 “......”

 “......”

 “.....”

 “ROOM.” 

 “What are you doing?”

 “You told me to sleep well.. SHAMBLES.” The soft pillow beneath your head is replaced by something firm and warm. “So this is me sleeping well.” Your heart leaps in your chest hearing his voice so close to your ear. That could only mean..

 “Ummm Law…. am I laying on your chest right now?” It was a stupid question and he didn’t answer it. Instead he adjusts your head until your ear is right above his heart. The calm and steady thumps are the polar opposite of the borderline cardiac arrest you had going on. “I have to say using your devil fruit power to teleport me was a little extra considering I was barely a foot away to begin with.”

 “Want me to send you back?” 

 “NO.” 

 “Are you sure Y/N?” He asks like he didn’t just wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.

 “I’m very sure..” Your eyes were already struggling to stay open.

 “Good, now go to sleep.” 

~~~~

 I don’t think I couldn’t be any more grateful to the moon as I am right now. The once dark room was now illuminated, giving Law the perfect view of your face laying on his chest. A lazy smile forms on his lips seeing the small trail of drool leaving your glossy lips. I'm definitely going to tease you about that in the morning. 

 “Law..” He tenses up hearing your sleepy voice call his name. “........” She must be dreaming.

 “I’m right here Y/N.” He gently whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. His action causes your sleeping body to shift ever so slightly. Your hand that was thrown lazily over his body moves until it stops over his heart. 

  It was now official. The infamous heart thief named Trafalgar Law just got a taste of his own medicine.

~~~~

 “Y/N.” Your body was being slightly shaken, pulling you from your sweet dreams. “Wake up before you drown me.”

 “Huh?” You raise up and see Law smirking at you. “How was I about to drown you?”

 “See for yourself.” He points at the pool of drool on his bare chest. 

 “Crap, I'll be right back.” You ran and got a towel before wiping the drool off of him. “I am so sorry, Law.”

 “Don’t be sorry, I was expecting it.”

 “How?”

 “I mean you drool over me when I’m awake, so it makes sense you do the same thing while you're asleep~”

 “I’m so over the teasing.” You throw the towel into a hamper. 

 “That’s too bad because I’m not~” Law grabs your hand and pulls you down beside him on the bed. “And considering it’s my last day, prepare for a lot more.” That’s right, today is his last day. “Y/N you're frowning, what’s wrong?” 

 “I know you don’t want me to be sad about you leaving tonight. But I can’t help but be bummed out.” You stare up at the ceiling thinking about the days to come.

 “It’s okay, I am too.” His golden eyes join yours. “I’ve grown quite fond of this place. I will definitely miss it.”

 “I think you’ll miss the laptop more than anything.” You laugh thinking about all the crazy youtube videos he watched.

 “I won’t miss any of it more than I will you Y/N.” The sincerity in his words brings a blush to your face. “Sure I had fun learning about this world, but you were the one who was with me through all of it.” His hand wraps around yours as your eyes meet his. “When I first got here I was confused, but when I saw that goofy little smile of yours I knew I was in good hands.” 

 “My smile is not goofy.” You pout as Law’s laughter fills the room. “Besides I was just really excited to see you.”

 “Oh I could tell~” You grab a pillow and throw it on the cocky man's face.

 “Is teasing me all day really what you want to do?” Law pulls the pillow off his face and smirks.

 “Maybe.” He sits up on the bed and comes face to face with you. “I doubt you’d mind, right?” No words came out of your mouth seeing just how close Law was. Your first thought was to kiss him. You could tell he was thinking the same thing about you, but you were both hesitant. 

 “Law. I” His hand came up to cup your cheek.

 “I know Y/N.” The words were unspoken, but the feelings weren’t as silent. You smile and bring your hand over his. “Me too.”

~~~~

 “Hey Law, come help me pick things out for us to do.” You plan to take Law out of town to a city with plenty of attractions.  “I already have a surprise for dinner tonight, but I want you to pick out some things to do as well.” Law sits besides you on the couch and watches as you scroll through the list.

 “What’s a selfie museum?” Law points at the picture of a couple in front of a color background.

 “It’s a building filled with aesthetic scenes for picture taking.” You click on the website to show him more pictures. “I’ve never been to one myself, but I think it would be fun if you want to!”

 “Yeah, that does sound fun. Plus I’m sure you want to take plenty of pictures with me.” Damn straight I do. “That also looks interesting.” He points to the museum of life and death. 

 “It does.” And it’s right up his alley. “They  have real human skeletons and animal ones too. Plus the backstory on how they died.” You look at Law’s cute expression. We definitely have to go now. 

~~~~

 You and Law get ready for your final day out. You decided to wear something cute but comfortable considering you were going to be walking around alot. 

 “Y/N are you dressed?” Law knocks on the door. 

 “I am!” With that Law steps in and looks you up and down. “Are you enjoying the view?” You smirk and twirl around in the outfit. 

 “Yeah I am.” Instead of getting flustered like you wanted him to, you met with his cocky smirk. “Did you get all dressed up for our date?” Date? DATE?

 “So this is a date?” After all this time playing coy, Law finally breaks down blushing.

 “Well, yeah. It is.” His eyes never left your awe stricken face. “And we better get going, you said we had to drive a few hours to get there. ROOM.” Law grabs onto your hand. “SHAMBLES.”

 “Wait Law I need my.” He teleported you to your car but you didn’t have your-

 “Purse, phone and keys.” He jiggles the keys while your purse sits in his lap. He even had your phone already plugged up into the car. “Your most important things, besides me of course~” You reach over and pull his hat down over his head, causing him to grunt in annoyance.

 “You sure exploit your favorite character privileges.” Your eyes roll and put the directions in on your phone. “So since I’ll be driving that means you're in charge of music. You remember how to get to my playlist?” Law nods and grabs your phone. “Good, you’ll make a fine passenger princess~”

 “What does that even mean?” 

 “Nothing~”

~~~~

 “Wow this place is huge!” You and Law walk into the selfie museum. “There’s so many rooms. Where do we even begin?”

 “Let’s go this way.” Law grabs your hand and leads you towards a rather dark looking section. Figures.

 You see a sign above the door that says ‘Nightmare room’. Creepy. When you and Law first enter your met with what looks like a fun house. There was a giant clown that pointed towards a path that said ‘This was to your death.’

 “Death?” You gulp.

 “Yeah?” Law mockinly answers.

 “Just because you have death tattooed on your hands does not make you death! But that clown may just be.” You subconsciously move closer to Law. “I thought this was a cute place to take pictures?”

 “It is, so why don’t don’t you go take a picture with the clown?” He nudges your side.

 “Which one?” You give your companion a dose of side eye

 “Are you insinuating that I am a clown?” He bends down until you are face to face.

 “I sure am.” You reach up to his face and grab his nose in between your thumbs and index finger. “Honk Honk.” You pinch his nose a few times, grab his beloved hat and run away before he can kill you.

 “Y/N L/N!”  His voice echoes the long hall you were running down. Oh no he used my full government name. 

 You run past a room full of trick mirrors before ending up in a dimly lit room full of dracula style coffins. Glancing around the room you find a perfect place to hide from Law’s wrath. You open the pink coffin and shut the door. Loud footsteps start reverberating in the room causing your anxiety to skyrocket.

 “Oh Y/N~” The intimidation in Law’s voice made you even more on edge. “I’d come out if I were you.” Your eyes peek out of the small window on the coffin. He had a malevolent smile on his handsome face. “Because I promise you won’t like I do to you if I find you.” 

 You slam your hand over your mouth as a small squeak leaves your lips. Law’s hat in your other hand shook with your trembling hand. Good going Y/N, pissing off the freaking surgeon of death. You lean back in the coffin causing it to creak. Oh fuck. 

 “Fount ya.” The door to the coffin swings open causing you to scream out of surprise “Say cheese~” A flash blinds your horror filled eyes. “Now who’s the clown?” Law holds your phone up to display the very unflattering picture of you clutching his hat for dear life as you screamed.

 “Not funny.” You jerk the phone out of his hand. “How did you even get my phone?” Your hand goes into your back pocket and pulls out an admission ticket. “So that’s how. Smart.” You didn’t even notice him using his ability, but you were  running for your life so it makes sense.

 “Here.” Law takes his hat out of your hand and places it on your head. “Pose.” You lean back in the coffin and hold up a peace sign. “You know when I think of death and coffins a peace sign isn't the first thing that comes to mind.” He snaps a picture of you.

 “I thought it was cool.” You come out of the coffin and take your phone with a pout on your face. “Well it’s your turn now, see if you can out do me.”

 “Oh that won’t be hard.” You scoff as law grabs his hat from your head and puts it back on his. You hold the phone up and wait for him to pose. He smiles before crossing his arms behind his back, leaning into the coffin. “It’s quite comfy in here.” He looks at you through lidded eyes. You shamelessly snap three pictures. I’m so making this my background. “I’m not done yet.” He brought his hands down to his shirt before pulling it up enough to expose his abs. You blink a few times and try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.  “Go on Y/N~” Your finger rapidly hits the screen taking pictures.

 I take that back, I’m making this my background.

~~~~

 After escaping the nightmare fuel room you end up in a room called the ‘Clean and Chill’. The room was filled with mirrors and attached from the ceiling were bubbles.

 “This reminds me of Sabaody.” You and Law say in perfect unison, causing you to look at each other. 

 “Bright minds think alike.” Law smiles at you before taking your hand. 

 “Hey Law, let's take a mirror selfie.” You walk over in front of the mirror and drag Law with you. You pull your phone out and hold it up. He brought his head down so it rests on your shoulder. You snap the picture and pull it up to look at it. “Who taught you that?” You notice he gave you bunny ears.

 “I looked up different things to do in photos last night.” It didn’t shock you one bit. “I just wanted to be prepared.” 

 “I have an idea. Take your hat off.” He does and looks at you in the mirror. You bring your hand behind his and give him bunny ears. He does the same to you as you take the picture. “It’s such a cute photo.” You look at the picture and swoon.

 “It is.” Law smiles seeing how eccentric you were. You are what made it cute

~~~~

 “This is the last room.” You walk into the ‘Sweet room’. It was filled with human sized deserts, a colorful ball pit and a slide that takes you out of the museum. You and Law walk around taking pictures with all of the deserts, unaware of the eyes that were on you.

 “Umm excuse me?” You and Law turn around to see a girl smiling. You notice right away she has a one piece shirt on. “I just wanted to say I liked your Law cosplay! It’s almost crazy how much you look like him.” She studies Law who’s giving you a look that screams ‘What do I do?’ “Wow you even have the tattoos! Are they real?” Law awkwardly nods his head.

 “Yeah they are!” You place a hand on Law’s back. I got this Law, don't worry. “And I like your shirt by the way!”

 “Thank you!” She smiles and pulls the shirt out more, revealing all three supernovas, Luffy, Kid and the man standing right next to you. “It’s my favorite to wear because it has my favorite character on it!” Your body tenses up. What if it’s Law?

 “And who would that be?” You ask nervously. Law smirks at you knowing exactly what’s going through your mind.

 “Kid!” Suddenly the girl whips out an Ita bag filled to the brim with Kid’s face. “He’s such a himbo and I love him.” Your body relaxes. 

 “That’s cool!” She was truly dedicated to Kid. “My favorite character is Law!”

 “I figured that much considering..” She looks at Law and then back to you. “Wait a second.” She opens her bag and rummages through it before pulling out a keychain with Law on it. “Take this!”

 “Are you sure?” Your geeky smiles plaster your face, she nods. “Thank you!”

 “You're welcome.” Law nudges your side. You look into his eyes and know exactly what he’s saying. “I’ll let you guys get back to enjoying the museum!” 

 “Wait!” The girl stops. Words get caught up in your throat as you freeze. 

 “Sorry, my girlfriend is a little shy.” Law is now the one holding your back. “She’s working on making friends.”

 “Oh I see. I’d love to exchange numbers!” The girl pulls her phone out and you do the same. “My name is______.” After exchanging numbers you part ways. 

 ~~~~

 “Thank you Law.” You take a deep breath and fall into the ball pit. “She seems like a really nice person.”

 “You're welcome.” Law laid right beside you. “And she did. But I bet you would have said differently if I was her favorite character.” You grab one of the balls and throw it in his face.

 “Says the one who called me girlfriend.” Your eyes blow wide. Earlier you were too frazzled to process it, but now. 

 “I did.” Law picks up a bunch of the colorful balls and throws them at you one by one like a snowball fight. “Do you have a problem with that?”

 “I guess I don’t, boyfriend.” You throw a ball and it knocks Law’s hat off his head, revealing his spiky black locks. 

 “You catch on quick.” He winks before picking his hat back up. “Are we ready to go?”

 “Yup.” You get out of the ball pit and head towards the exit slide. “I’ll get in first and you get behind me.” You sit on the slide and Law straddles his long legs around you. “Are you ready?” 

 “Not yet.” His voice was right up against your ear, causing shivers to snake down your spine. “Hold onto this for me.” He hands you his hat before his arms wrap around you to pull you against his back. “Now I’m ready.”

 Your laughs echo the slide as Law holds onto you for dear life. You see the light at the end of the tunnel and Law does too but in a different context. You and Law exit the slide and come to a halt.

 “That was so much fun.” You lift up with your hands in the air, while Law falls back on the slide. “You okay Law?” He doesn’t respond. I’m taking that as a no…

~~~~

 After Law recovers from his trip down the ferocious slide you make your way to the Museum of Life and Death.

 “Welcome everyone!” The tour guide dressed in white waves his hands. “I’m Life!”

 “Hello, I am Death.” A girl dressed up like the grim reaper swung around a foam scythe. “Follow us.”

 “Here, so we don’t get separated in the crowd.” You blush as Law laces his hands with yours.

 “Aww Law if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” You elbow his side as he glares down at you. Much to your surprise he releases your hand. Your lips part out of shock. The audacity!  “Law…” You try to grab his hand again but he keeps avoiding you. 

 “Aww Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” He mocks before grabbing your hand again. 

 “Your a brat Law.”

 “Takes one to know one.”

~~~~

  The two tour guides took you from exhibit to exhibit explaining their role in the birth and demise of each specimen. You look up at Law and see his eyes sparkle with delight. Only he would be this happy about seeing the skeleton of a tree frog.

 He stole your phone and took pictures of anything and everything. But he suddenly stops and quirks his brow.

 “Is that what I think it is?” He points to an exhibit that had two skeletons in a very ‘suggestive’ position.

 “Umm.” You and him look at the exhibit and then back at each other. “Yeah they are totally screwing.” You watch as Law holds back laughter.

 “So I’m sure some of you have already caught onto this act of love.” The man known as Life points at the exhibit. “It's also the start of all life.”

 “It is also the start of death.” The girl known as Death pipes in. “From the moment you are born you inch closer and closer to the inevitable fate bestowed onto all living beings.”

 “As grim as that seems.” Life takes over again. “Life is still beautiful.” Life and Death smile at one another “If you take anything away from today's tour, let it be this. Live your life and enjoy the life you live.” And with that the tour ends.

~~~~

 “So did you have a good time?” You buckle up and look over at Law.

 “I did, thank you for bringing me.” His stomach grumbles. “But I’m starving.”

 “Me too.” You smile thinking about the surprise. He’s going to love it.

 “So what exactly is this surprise dinner of yours?” You shake your head. 

 “You’ll just have to wait and see~” 

~~~~

 You have Law close his eyes before pulling into the parking lot of the destination. The outside of the building is a dead giveaway considering it’s shaped like a ship.

 “I swear if I fall I will never forgive you.” Law grips onto your arm as you guide him into the building.

 “I won’t, besides we are almost there.” You walk him up a few stairs before opening the door handle that was shaped like a sword hilt. Air rushes out of the building and into your face. 

 “You can open now!”

 Law scans the room with a look of pure confusion on his face. All around were people dressed up as stereotypical pirates, fake treasure chest filled with plastic gold coins sat in every corner and the room smelt like salt water.

 “Y/N?” Law grabs onto your forearm and leans down.“What exactly am I looking at?”

 “It’s a pirate themed dinner show!”

 “I see.”

 “So what do you think?” You look up at Law’s expression and feel a little sad. He looks unamused.  “I’m sorry Law, this was a stupid idea we can leave if you want to.” The disappointment in your voice alerts Law. Yes he thinks it's very weird, yes he’s confused. But he also sees the amusement of this place.

 “No actually, I think this will be fun.” He pulls you close and feels a wave of relief seeing you smile again. 

 You and Law walk into the main venue. The seating was colosseum style around a huge stage where the actors would perform. Once you got to your seats a waiter came around to get your drink orders. 

 “This is.” Law took a sip of his iced tea. “This is the best tea I’ve ever had.” You watch as Law downs the entire sweet tea. “What’s in this that makes it so good?”

 “Sugar… lots and lots of sugar.” You take a sip out of your own drink. 

 “It slays.” 

 “Law....” You nearly spit your drink out while holding back a laugh. “Do you just say..”

 “I did. Because this tea slays.” The waitress came up to fill his cup. 

 “What other modern slang terms do you know?”

 “Rizz. And according to the internet I have it.” 

 “Yeah, I'd have to agree.”

 The lights in the auditorium dim as a loud bang resembling cannon fire echoes in the room. Most people jumped in their seats, you included. But Law didn’t move a muscle, probably because he was used to the sound. 

 You watch as a huge crowd of pirates come on stage and start fighting one another over a treasure chest. Law chuckles when the captains walk out on stage to fight. 

 “I wonder what they would think if they knew a real pirate captain was In the crowd?” Law whispers in your ear. 

 “They’d probably think you're crazy.” You scooch closer to him “Especially if you mentioned your navigator was a polar bear.” A very cute one at that~

 “What do we have here?” You and Law froze when a spotlight was put on both of you. “What a fine maiden we have here.” The ‘evil’ pirate captain came up to you. “I think I’ll take you with me.” 

 “Like hell you will.” Law wraps an arm around your back. The gesture gave you butterflies, but your curiosity gets the best of you. 

 “Sure.” You shrug your shoulders and wiggle out of the firm hold he had you in. “Lead the way.” You walk away with the evil pirate leaving a very confused Law behind. 

 The pirate takes you up to a platform. It was a little nerve wracking to be high up. The pirate wraps his arm around you before walking to the end of the platform. 

 “If you want yer woman back you’ll have to take out my men!” You see Law standing up in his seat below. He looks absolutely feral and you're living for it. “And if you survive you’ll have to fight me!” The crowd cheers as a staff member hands Law a fake sword. “Now my lady, any words of encouragement for your daring fellow.”

 “Go easy on them.” You wink at Law who’s finally catching on to what’s happening. He gets to play hero. 

 You watch as Law skillfully but gently, takes down each pirate one by one. From time to time you would yell out a “Save me.” just to egg him on. 

 “Are you ready for the real fight!” The captain yells out as Law climbs the ladder up to the platform. 

 “I could say the same to you.” Law smirks before jumping onto the platform. “I’ll take my girl back now if you don’t mind.” You step back and let the two captains duke it out over you. The actor whispers something to Law before they begin to battle. 

 In the end Law of course won. With one final swing of the provided prop sword, the evil captain went falling into the water below. You ran up to Law and stood by his side. 

 “Thanks for saving me, how could I ever repay you~”

 “Like this.” Law grabs your cheeks and turns you away from the crowd before smashing his lips against yours. The crowd around you starts to whistle and cheer as Law kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. In reality that is the case.

 “Let’s hear it for the new King and Queen of the pirates!” The announcer's voice echoes the stage as Law pulls away. 

 “I guess I beat Strawhat to it.” Law smiles before giving your forehead a quick kiss. To say you were on cloud 9 would be an understatement. 

 “That you did, Captain.”

~~~~

  “Hey driver princess, what was the name of that song again?” Driver princess? Law was scrolling through your playlist. You think for a second and it clicks.

 “Oh I know.” In the days Law has been with you he has started to like listening to music. But the music he likes is not what you thought it would be. In your head you imagined him like grunge music or something more on the edgy side, but to your surprise.“It’s called For the first time.”

 “Yeah, that’s the one.” Law finds the song and smiles hearing the song start up.

 You can’t help but smile hearing him hum or ever so quietly sing one of the lyrics. He was out of his element, but at the same time in it. The song comes to an end and Law scrolls through once more to find a song.

 “Can I tell you something  Y/N?” You glance over to see Law tapping his tattooed fingers against his thigh. Is he nervous? With a curt nod from you he continues. “When I first listened to this song it made me think of you.” You think of the lyrics and what they mean. “I know it’s my last day here and all, but I have a feeling that I will see you again one day.” Comfort washes over you at his words.

 “I feel like I will too.” Your hand reaches over and intertwines with his. The tension in the car diminishes as Law gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

~~~~

  By the time you got home it was already 11:30PM, meaning Law leaves in half an hour. Your phone buzzes and you see another text 

 “Your wish must be in the same room in which it spawned.” 

 “Hey Law.” You knock on the door outside of his room. The door opens and you see he’s wearing the outfit he had on when he first arrived. “I got a text saying you need to be in my room at midnight.” 

 “I’m almost ready.” You nod as he walks into the bathroom. 

 You look at the neatly made bed and the piles of folded clothes that he wore during his time here. A sharp pain daggers through your chest. He is going to be gone soon. Tomorrow he won’t be here when you wake up, you’ll be alone. Your eyes start to sting but you stop before tears could form. I want to be smiling before he goes. 

 11:55PM

 You and Law talk about everything that’s happened with smiles on your faces.

 11:56PM 

 You give Law printed pictures of the photos you took today. He smiles and tucks them into his coat pocket.

 11:57PM 

 Reality comes crashing in for the both of you.  Law sits down on the bed with you and holds you close to him as you fight back tears. 

 11:58PM 

 Law stands up from the bed and goes to the spot in the middle of your room where he first showed up. 

 “Law before you go. I want to give you something.” You run out of your room and come back with something in your hands. Law's eyes glass over seeing what you're giving to him. 

 “Y/N… Are you serious?” You smile and place the Corazon figure in his hands. 

 “Yes I am.” 

11:59PM

 “You won’t forget me, will you Law?” You wrap your arms and take in his scent for one more time.

 “I could never forget you.” Law did the same. “You gonna keep that promise?”

 “I will.” You pull back long enough to kiss him one last time. 

 “Good girl.” He smiles and looks at the time 20 more seconds. “If you ever find yourself In my world, come find me. I just know the crew would love you.”  Just like I do 

 “Is this my invitation to the heart pirates?” 

 “It sure is.” Law wraps you in his arms. “And I’m not a very patient captain, so don’t leave me waiting too long.” 

 “I’ll try not to.” 10 seconds 

 “I’ll hold you to that.” Law holds you closer to his body. “ROOM.” “SHAMBLES.” “I left you a little surprise, you just have to find it.”  

 “Good bye Y/N.”

 “Good bye Law.” 

 The arms that were wrapped around Law come around your own body. 

 12:00AM

 Law is gone. 

 The breath you’ve held for the past half hour starts seeping out of your lips. The tears you fought back cascade down your face. He was truly gone. Through your blurring vision something white and fluffy caught your attention.

 “Is that?” You look at your bed and see the squishmallow on your bed had a familiar hat on it. “Law.” You rush over to the bed and take the hat off the stuffed animal. A small note was tucked inside of it. 

 “You can toss that crappy replica out, you’ve got the real deal now. Take good care of it. Thank you for everything Y/N, take care and keep your promise. 

                                              -I’ll see you again soon                         

                                                       Love Law

                P.S I stole one of your squishmallow’s :) 

              What did you expect, I’m a pirate after all?

 You frantically look around the room to see which one he took. “THAT JERK! HE TOOK THE RAREST ONE.” 

 ~~~~Keeping your promise~~~~

 In the weeks since Law went back to his world, your life changed dramatically. You texted the girl from the museum and started to meet up with her. She even introduced you to her other friends. Slowly but surely you had an abundance of good people who truly cared about you.

~~~~

 It had been years and years ago since that week and not one day has passed where you didn’t think about it.  Even after one piece ended, even as your hair got greyer, not once did you forget about Law or the time you shared with him.. 

~~~~

 The heart monitor beeps slowly as you take in shaky breaths. Death is creeping up on me. It was a strange feeling knowing you were about to die, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. You felt no fear or no real pain. It felt like going up a hill on a rollercoaster. Scary but at the same time exciting.  I’ve lived a good life.  Your weak hands grab the white, blacked dotted hat that belonged to Law. The one he gave you all those years ago. The comfort you felt when you held it against your chest was enough to let you know.. It’s going to be okay.  Your vision was becoming darker and darker. It’s time to go, Y/N…

~~~~

 “Miss L/N it’s time for you to take meds.” A nurse comes into the door to see the flatline on your heart monitor.  The pills drop into the floor as she yells for a doctor. 

 By the time the doctor got to the room it was too late. You were gone.

~~~~

 Death was strange. One moment you were on a bed dying, but now it felt like you were traveling through time itself. Your senses are heightened as colors fill the void. So this is the afterlife? Then suddenly the rapid momentum stopped, as if you were on an elevator that stopped at the floor it wanted you on.  Then once again the darkness enveloped you.

~~~~

 “Bepo give her some room.” Bepo?

  “I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve been wanting to meet her for a while now.” That voice..

  “We all have. She is the captain's favorite character after all.” Favorite character?

  “Wait, I think she’s waking up! Let’s go get the captain!” Heavy footsteps echo in your head. 

 Your eyes open to the unfamiliar room. Where am I? The walls were made of what appeared to be metal and it felt oddly familiar. Have I seen this before? Your eyes land on a small dresser that sat in the corner of the room. Wait, that's…. You stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. The corazon figure I gave to….

 “Look who finally showed up.” Your hand clasps around your mouth as tears run down your face, realizing where you were. You turn around and see the man you loved more than anything. He too had tears in his familiar golden eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” No words could form. I’m really here. His arms open and you run into them. The warm embrace brought back the happy memories of his time in your universe. And now here you are, together once again. 

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N”

~End~

 

~~~Bonus~~~

 “You guys can come in now.” Law kissed your forehead and pulled away. The metal door swung open and the crew rushed in one by one. “Everyone meet Y/N.”

 “Hello!” The crew said in unison while gathering closer around you.

 “Garchu!” You found yourself surrounded by a blanket of white fur. 

 “Garchu Bepo!” You wrapped your arms around the polar bear and nuzzled into him. “I always knew you'd be soft.”

 “Quit hogging her Bepo!” Bepo let you down with a small ‘sorry’. “I’m so excited to finally have another girl on the crew!” You found yourself yet again in an embrace. “I’m-”

 “Ikkaku!” 

 “I told you guys.” Law smiled seeing how shocked his crew was. “She already knows every single one of you.”

 “Come on, let's show her around!” Penguin came up and grabbed your hand.

 “Follow us!” Shachi grabbed your other hand. 

 Law watched as his crew fawned over you and vice versa. They showed you every inch of the ship while telling you stories about their adventures. Finally they wore out and Law could be alone with you again once more.

 “I still can’t believe I’m here.” You sat on Law’s bed with a huge grin on your face. 

 “Me either, but I always knew you’d show up eventually.” Law walked over to a closet and started rummaging through it. “Especially since I had this~” He held up the very rare Squishmallow he stole.

 “I almost forgot about that!” You ran and took the stuffed animal from his hands. 

 “That’s not the only thing I have for you.” Law once again rummaged through the closet before pulling out a uniform. “When I was in your world I saw a drawing on your computer of the outfit you would wear if you were on my crew.” You remembered drawing it, but had no idea he saw it. “So I had it made for you. Try it on.” You put the uniform on and it fit your body perfectly. 

 “I look so cool!.” You spun around in the mirror and admired yourself. “So I take this means…” 

 “It does.” Law smiled. “F/N L/N, welcome to the heart pirates.”

[vanfleeter]

Rules // JTK

Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: Smut (minors look away), fluff, slight cursing, penetrative sex, fingering, broken nose, name calling, let me know if I missed anything. Author's Note: Thoughts, just thoughts.

Summary: Nerf war turns dirty.

Jake had never been so relieved to leave work, especially so early. He’s usually stuck in the studio with the guys for hours and they never get out until late. Today is different. They only had a few meetings and interviews and by the time they finished it’s only six.

Not wasting any time, Jake packed up his guitar and rushed out to the car. The sooner he gets home, the sooner he can make love to you. That’s all he was thinking about the whole day.

“Why are you in such a rush?” Josh asks as he unlocks his car.

“I just want to get home.” Jake responds as he pulls open his car door and jumps into the seat. “No one text, no one call. I won’t answer.” He slams the car door shut and turns the car on before pulling out of the space and driving off.

Pulling up in the driveway, he quickly gathers her things and rushes up to the front door. He pauses at the door with his hand on the knob when he sees a note taped to the door.

‘Inside you will find a nerf gun. First one shot loses. Good luck!’

Pulling the note off of the door, he pushes the door open and steps inside. Just like the note says, he finds the nerf gun resting on the entry table with several rounds of styrofoam bullets placed beside it. Setting his guitar down on the ground, he picks up the nerf gun and stuffs the bullets inside of it. He gets ready and looks around his surroundings.

He knows she’s hiding. The only question is, where?

The house itself is huge. She could be inside or outside but she never specified the rules on the note.

Slowly walking towards the stairs, he finds a note taped to the wall. He pulls it off the wall to read it.

‘If you win, I’ll do anything you want me to. If I win, you have to do whatever I tell you to do..’

“What are we, twelve?” He grumbles.

A bullet whizzes past his head making him jump. “Oh fuck, I missed.” He hears you groan. Lifting his head towards the second floor landing, he sees you standing there with the gun poised in front of you.

“Give me a chance, will you?”

You shake your head. “Follow the rules.”

“What rules?” He says. “You didn’t set any rules.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Oops..” You say before running away.

“Oh you’re so in for it now!” He calls after you as he runs up the stairs.

He hears you giggling from the bathroom but when he steps inside he finds it empty with the door open leading into the bedroom. Stepping through the door into the bedroom he dodged a bullet as it whizzed by his head again.

“You have a really bad aim.” He says as he pulls the trigger sending one towards you. It sails past your hip as you dip to the side and run out of the room.

He chases after you down the hallway and back down the stairs. “So if you win, what would I have to do?” He calls behind you. “Huh?” He peers into the guest bedroom only to find it empty. “Do you want me to sit pretty for you? Hmm? Naked and whining, I know you like being in charge.”

He steps into the other bathroom and throws open the curtain. No sign of you. You couldn’t have gotten away that quickly.

“Not necessarily.” You say behind him.

He spins around and easily dodges your next shot. You quickly run from the bathroom with Jake hot on your heels.

“Then what would you rather have me do?”

“Are you willing to lose to find out?” You say turning around to face him.

“Hell no I’m not losing.” He says. “Would you just stand still for one second?”

“That’s not in the rules!” You exclaim as you turn back around and run down the stairs.

“There are no rules!” Jake shouts.

“Oh there’s rules, Jacob, there’s always rules.”

“Then do you care to explain these rules?” He says stopping on the last step on the staircase.

You lean against the entry table and twirl the nerf gun around your index finger. “Okay. Rule number one. No touching. Unfair advantage. Rule number two. Avoid the face. Anything shoulders and down is fair game but never shoot the face.” Jake nods his head with each new rule that you state. “Three. If you run out of ammo, you automatically lose. So be wise about when you shoot.”

“Oh that’s not fair.” Jake says. “You know I have a horrible aim.”

You widely grin at him and nod your head.

“You bitch..”

“Ah ah..” You say, shaking your head. “Rule number 4. No name calling.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Real mature.”

“Hey I’m not the one name calling, I’m just stating the rules.” You push off the table. “Feel satisfied with the rules?”

“So I can’t touch you and I can’t call you names?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

“I hate when you’re in charge.”

You wink at him before raising your gun. “Shall we resume?”

Jake sighs. “I guess so.”

“Good.” You take off into the living room and dive behind the couch, Jake’s bullets sailing over your head and bouncing off the wall. “Be careful! You’re gonna lose all of your bullets.”

“Just stand still then.”

“And lose? I don’t think so.” You say taking aim at Jake.

He dodges the bullet before shooting another one at you. You gracefully dodge it and run out of the living room.

“Come back here!” Jake shouts.

Running through the hallway you head for the back door and slam it closed behind you. You hear a thud and you turn around to see Jake stumbling backwards and holding his face.

“Oh! Jake!” You rush back to the door and pull it open.

“Oh god, that hurt..” He groans. “That really hurt.”

“Shit, Jake–I’m sorry.” You say. “Do you need ice?”

Jake nods his head. “Please.. Less swelling..”

Going over to the freezer, you pull open the door and grab an ice pack. As you turn around you feel a styrofoam bullet hit your chest. You look up at Jake who’s still holding his nose with one hand and pointing his nerf gun at you with the other.

“You cheater.”

He chuckles. “It’s not in the rules. Neither of us called a time out.” You huff. “Gonna be a sore loser?”

“Get your own ice..” You say tossing the ice pack onto the counter and storming out of the room.

“Oh.. Babe!” Jake calls after you. “Come on, don't be like that! Babe!” He grabs the ice pack and presses it to his nose. He follows you upstairs to the bedroom where you crawl onto the bed and cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles and lowers the ice pack. “No one called a time out. I thought it was fair game.”

“Common sense, Jake.”

He smacks his lips and shakes his head. Walking over to the bed, he crawls over to the duvet to sit in front of you. He pulls you onto his lap and kisses you cheek.

“How about we both be winners?” He says. “Fair enough?” You nod your head making him laugh. “Now.. What did you have in mind for me if I lost?”

You take a deep breath. “It was something for both of us.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod your head and shift your body to straddle his waist. “It’s been a while since we’ve been… Intimate.” You whisper in his ear.

“Mmm, I agree.” He says. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“You have?”

He nods his head. “You have no idea how difficult it is trying to arrange tour dates when all I can think of is being buried so deep inside of you and hearing you screaming my name.”

Gently turning you over so you’re on your back, he presses gentle kisses to your neck and along your collarbone. You moan in content and chew on your bottom lip. He sits you up and pulls off your shirt before laying you back.

“My beautiful wife..” He whispers, his breath blowing by your ear and sending a shiver down your back. He grinds his hips against yours eliciting another moan. “Yeah, my baby likes that, hmm?”

You nod your head. “Mmhmm..” You hum. He chuckles and grinds his hips again.

“You want me to fuck you?” He says rolling his hips into you.

“Yes, please..”

He leans back and reaches for the button of your jeans and undoes them before pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. He chuckles when he sees your soaked underwear.

“I’ve barely touched you.” He says.

“Seeing you with a gun is enough.”

“A nerf gun?” He says, his eyebrows raising in intrigue. “Seeing me with a nerf gun made you this wet?” You nod your head. “Damn, I should've thought of that sooner.” He grabs hold of your legs and pulls you roughly against his hips. He moves a hand between your bodies and walks his fingers along the cloth of your underwear. He sighs, hanging his head back as his eyes flutter closed. “Oh baby, I’ve missed this.” Hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, he pulls them down and tosses them to God knows where in the room.

“Jakey, please..” You whine.

“So impatient..” He tsk’s as he shakes his head. “I want this just as bad as you do, baby–but you know the rules.”

“What rules, Jake?” You say.

“Oh I know it’s been a little while, but did you already forget?” He brings his index and middle fingers to his mouth and wets them with his tongue before bringing them to your center and slowly inserting them inside of you. You throw your head back against the mattress as you moan.

“Rule number one.” He says removing his fingers. “You call me ‘Sir’. You know how I like it when you call me that.”

You claw for his hand to bring it back but he pulls it completely away and holds it in the air.

“Rule number two. No touching.” He says winking at you.

“You bastard.”

“Ah ah,” He shakes his head. “Rule number three. No name calling.” He says pulling from your rules from earlier. “Only I will do that.”

“But-”

“Nope, I’m in charge now.” He brings his fingers back down and reinserts them a little more rougher than the first time. You hiss and grab hold of the sheets. “And the fifth and final rule. My favorite rule.” He slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. “I want to hear you scream my name. No biting your lip or burying your face. I want to hear you scream until you lose your voice.”

“Mmmm,” You moan. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” He pauses his movements.

“Okay, sir.” You repeat.

“Good girl.” He says as he resumes.

Feeling you clench around his fingers, your tell that you’re close, he withdraws his fingers causing you to whine again.

“Jake–Sir, please.”

He licks his fingers clean of your arousal before removing your legs from his hips. He climbs off the bed and slowly strips his clothes teasing.

“Jacob, you son of a-”

“Ah ah ah,” He stops pushing down his pants, allowing them to hang from his thighs. His cock, hard and throbbing behind his briefs, rests on the zipper of his open pants. “Rule number three.”

You groan and throw your head back. “Jake please..”

“Who? I’m not quite sure who that person is.” You glare at him, making him laugh.

Discarding his pants he pulls down his briefs to allow his cock to spring free from its confines.

“Baby, do something for me.” He says as he wraps his hand around his length and gives it a couple strokes. “Touch yourself.”

“Of course, sir..” You reach down to your folds and begin to pleasure yourself.

“That’s my girl,” Jake says as he continues to stroke himself. “You’re so beautiful when you touch yourself. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I bet it doesn’t feel as good as my cock, rubbing against your walls and touching all of your sweet spots.”

A moan escapes you as you throw your head back. Jake chuckles and moves towards the bed.

“That’s what I thought.” He leans in between your legs and grabs your hand. He raises it to your lips. “Taste it.” You open your mouth and wrap your lips around your fingers. “Yeah, you taste that sweetness?”

“Yeah..”

“You taste so good, baby.”

Pushing you up the bed to rest in the pillows, he adjusts himself between your legs. Lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly enters you. Though it isn’t the first time, he still wants to be gentle with it being a few weeks since you two have been close like this. You both relax into each other.

“This is the last time we ever go this long with each other.” He says. “God I’ve missed this..”

Slowly he pulls out before shoving himself back in. It doesn’t take him long before he finds his rhythm and eventually picks up his pace.

“Oh, Jake..” You moan. “Just like that baby.”

“You always take me so well.”

He lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he digs in deeper. “Oh fuck, Jake!” You cry out.

Digging your fingers into his back, you drag them across his skin leaving red marks in their wake. As he continues thrusting into you, he brings one hand down and uses his thumb to run circles into your clit.

“Fuck, Jake!” You moan. “Jake, please please don’t stop.”

“You like that, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes, sir, very much.” You say digging your fingers deeper into his back. “Oh god.. Jake.. I’m.. I’m-”

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good.” He says. “Let go baby, I’ve got you.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close. You can feel the burning feeling in your core. How it feels so wonderful to be feeling that again. Just like always, as you allow your orgasm to flow through you, Jake holds you tightly as he fucks you through it. It isn’t long until he reaches his climax and releases inside of you.

“Oh fuck.” He cries. “I love you baby.. I love you so much.” He presses his lips to yours. He can still taste some of your arousal on your lips.

Removing himself from you, he lays his head on your chest as he works to relax his body. As the two of you come down for your highs, you run your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“I need more ice..” He says.

You laugh at the random thought. “We can get you more ice. Just lay here for a second, please.”

“Of course baby.” He says snuggling into your body.

–Next Day–

Jake steps into the studio and drops his guitar in the sound room before meeting up with the others in the conference room. “Sorry I’m late.” He says as he falls into the chair. When he lifts his head he finds the three staring at him. Their eyebrows raised. “What?”

Sam slowly points to his own nose. “Your..nose..”

“What did you do?” Danny asks.

“It’s so swollen..” Josh says as he gently pokes it.

Jake smacks his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch it.”

“Well what’d you do?” Josh reiterates for Danny.

“(Y/N) got into a game of nerf guns and I ran into the back door.” Jake explains.

Sam snorts, earning a glare from Jake. “Sorry, but.. How-”

“She shut the door on me and I couldn’t stop.” He groans and hangs his head. “It doesn’t look that bad, does it?”

“No, no!” The three of them say as they shake their heads.

“Really?”

“Ehh..” Josh shrugs his shoulders. “You look like you have a clown nose.”

Jake groans and slides down in the chair as he covers his nose. “No more games.. No more.”

Josh chuckles. “Let’s get started on our tour itinerary.”

O fim

[ilovesjamesbb]

Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 7)

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Depression, suicide, depressing shit

“No. No no no no no no.” He grabbed my body pulling me out of the tub. He was struggling. What is happening? Our song, James. Our song is on. I feel sleepy. I feel good. All of a sudden there is a clatter and I feel something in my mouth. It's large and it makes its way down my throat. It's a terrible feeling. I feel myself starting to wake up. 

Bucky runs over to the tub pulling y/n out of the red water. The cuts aren't that deep but enough to bleed bad. He looks down and sees the pill bottle. He picks it up and it's empty. Fuck. 

What had she done? I left her alone. This is my fault. She needed me and I left her. I didn’t know what else to do but get those pills out. 

“You're not gonna like this, doll. I promise you will be okay. I’ll fix this.” I shove my fingers down her throat hoping to trigger her gag reflex. She’s barely conscious she's not really fighting back so I push further. 

“Come on. Come on!” Fuck this isn’t working. Right when I lost hope she started to gag and throw up. It's not enough. I keep my fingers down her throat. 

“There you go, doll. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” She vomits until there is nothing left. The bath water is starting to overflow and red water finds its way onto the floor. I grab her head and rock her back and forth. Crying. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I harshly wiped her hair out of her face. 

“Our song is on, James.” She smiles but never opens her eyes. Thank god.

“Yes doll our song is on.” I say sweetly but I can hear the sadness in my voice as it cracks. 

“I wish this was real, James. I wish this is how it could've been.” She hums sadly. She thinks this isn’t real?

“This IS real doll. I’m right here.” I cry. The floor covered in vomit and bloody water is something I'll never forget. I rip the towel off the wall and cover her in it. I need to call someone but I don’t want to leave her. 

“I love you. I never wanted you to hate me for trying to kill myself. I thought I was doing the right thing. All I could see in that moment was your reaction to watching the tape the scientists would send you and I didn’t want you to end up how I am now.” She whispers. Still clearly not with it. 

“I wish you were real right now. I wish we got to have the future I dreamt of.”

“Tell me about it, doll.” I said trying to keep it together.

“We would live in a white house with a red door. There would be a white fence and flowers on the front lawn. A huge willow tree in the back where maybe we could put a swing. The paperboy would drop off the paper every morning and I would make you coffee and bring it to you in bed. We would read the paper together. Our favorite song is playing on one of the many record players we have in the house. You would wake me up with a kiss every day. We would talk about what we wanted to name our future baby. We would get to have kids and they would grow up to love the music we like almost as much as they would love you…” She trailed off. God I wanted that too. 

“What else? Tell me more.” I urged her on. I wanted to make her regain full consciousness. 

“I’m tired James. I can see it, can't you? I see the dog running in the backyard. You always throw his ball too far…he can’t find it. I can’t find you… James, where are you…” I can feel her start to slip again. She was panicking. 

“Y/n. Y/n!” I yell, shaking her.

“JARVIS. Call Steve, call Tony, call someone!” I screamed. The fear in my voice evident. 

“They are coming, Sergeant Barnes. I alerted Dr. Cho as well.” I held her in my arms whispering sweet nothings into her hair. I couldn't lose her for a third time. 

[cockdestroyer32]

insomnia

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 984

summary: you can't sleep, and apparently tangerine can’t either. (sfw)

You lay awake on the hotel bed, having a staring competition with the ceiling in front of you, you’re pretty sure you’re losing. You’d gone from tossing and turning, to counting sheep, to this, letting your mind empty out and staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for some magic sleep aid to just hit you out of nowhere. The entire hotel room was blue, from wall to wall and floor to ceiling: blue. You’d gotten the room with the amazingly beautiful view of a mall wall, a mall wall that was just decked in huge neon signs, a truly amazing place to build a hotel room in. When you’d gotten the room, you told yourself it wasn’t a big deal, because this was only for one night anyway. 

You’d actually told yourself this multiple times tonight. From finding out you would have to work with Tangerine to finding out you would have to share a room. That it was okay, because it was for only one night. And right now, it was okay…because he was sleeping. At least you’re pretty sure he is, you’d been staring at one part of the room for the past two hours so you couldn’t see his bed, and he hadn’t been talking so that’s good. In frustrated defeat, you get up and make your way to the balcony. You may have a hotel room that currently looks like it’s in the deep ocean but hey, at least you got a balcony. It’s a small little space, but also big enough to fit its wooden desk and two chairs. You sit in one of them and prop up your feet on the desk. Though the balcony had the same boring view as the windows, you found it better to sit here rather than to continue your mindless gazing. You felt the cold wind on your skin and thought of the potential consequences your insomnia would bring you the next morning. You look back to the balcony entrance and see the silhouette of a man.

“Jesus Christ!” You jump, so he jumps.

“Fuckin’ hell woman! Are you not an assassin? Jesus…” Tangerine exclaimed.

“You got scared with me getting scared, arguably that’s worse.” Much different from the formal attire you usually saw him in, he wore sweatpants and a grey shirt that was loose but still showcased his muscles. Although you’d never admit it, you’d hate to be one of the people that Tangerine fought, he was very fit and looked like he could do some pretty good damage on his opponents. After the scare you stare at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Can’t sleep?” He starts.

“No, did I wake you?”

“I’ve been awake for an hour.”

“Beat ya, three.” You point to yourself and he raises his eyebrows.

“Woah. Well, we should probably get some sleep, we need energy for tomorrow.”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do these past 3 hours?” He just stares, probably because he doesn’t have a solution to his own insomnia. You continue:

“Besides, I’ll be fine, I’ve done jobs while sleep deprived before, it’s not the best but…possible.”

“So have I, got a nasty ol’ scar out of it though.”

“How many guys?”

“About…eight.”

“Pfft.”

“What?”

“Berlin. Thirty minutes of sleep on a car ride. 15 guys.”

“Just you?”

“Just me.”

“Fuck off.”

“Well it happened, and I got all of them.”

“Why’d you sleep so little?”

“I’d spent the entire day before training restlessly for that job, so much that at one point I guess I just decided not to sleep to keep training instead.”

“No fucking way I’d ever lose sleep to train for a job like that, especially not one for that twat handler in Berlin.” You chuckle, and consider for a second…

“Here…” You get up from your chair and roll your sleeves up, showing a scar on your right arm. “11th guy, I went to fight him but another dude held me back, and in my struggle, they were able to cut me deep enough with one of their knives.” You’re standing very close to him so he’ll be able to see the cut on your arm clearly in the night light, he holds it up and traces the scar with his finger, curious.

“So all that training was for nothing?”

“I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“I suppose you are.” His eyes deviate from your arm to you, although he still holds it. You notice just how close you actually are and your heart pounds, but you’re unable to look away from him. It’s as if he’s looking right into your soul. He actually isn’t so bad to the eye as you thought, his hair, even though he had been lying in bed up until this point, still looked perfect, this time with more curls than usual, and his eyes— although the nighttime stole away the color from them, making them look grey instead of blue— were perfect. You had your ranking of what you thought were the most beautiful men you’d seen in your life before, and right now, Tangerine was threatening to throw off that ranking. Your eyes betray you and your vision goes to his lips. His goes to yours. You inhale sharply.

“I’m gonna go to bed.”

You turn and quickly make your way to your bed, without looking at him. You lie, facing away from the rest of the room, and eventually you hear him approach his own bed and also lie down. Your brain is much fuzzier than before, and you’re scared to even move in your bed, as if you could make yourself invisible by lying as still as possible. The silence is even more deafening this time around in the room, and you wonder if Tangerine can feel it too. 

You can tell it’s gonna be even harder for you to sleep this time around.