#THE LITTLE HEART IN FRONT OF ADAM’S FACE WHILE HE’S DOING SO

[coconut530]

Wow they really didn’t hold back huh

[g4rvez-r3id]

I’m Here, Now

Post Prison! Spencer Reid x Girlfriend!Fem Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Spencer gets released from prison and you’re his first stop after dealing with Cat Adams and her schemes. And all he wants to do is see you and love you.

Category: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+ MDNI established relationship, prison arc, spoilers of season 12 of Criminal Minds, it’s a lil sad tbh but it only lasts for a second, reader’s in disbelief, spencer and reader being cutesy, crying, kissing, mentions of bruises, threats, sappy speeches, fluffy ending, lowkey not true to 12x22/13x01 so this could be an au! smut warnings: soft!dom spencer (firm believer here🙋‍♀️), a lil body worship from reader to spencer, oral sex (m receiving & reader receiving), facefucking, cum swallowing, “good girl”, riding, unprotected sex, mentions of masturbation, creampie, overstimulation, spencer lowkey being a munch- that should cover it 😃

Author’s Note: hey lovelies, i can’t stop writing smutty oneshots ahhhh i can’t help it, i just love my man 🤭 i hope y’all enjoy this because i’ve had my mind on prison arc reid bc i’m watching s12 rn and oooo he so fine in 12a and in 12b 😩 anyways hope y’all like this <3

You worried that maybe he’d never come back. Upon hearing he was in jail in Mexico, you worried you’d never see Spencer again.

If your past self could tell you that your boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid, who was a nerd at heart, who spent his free time playing chess and reading and watching Doctor Who with you under your fluffy blankets and wore mismatched socks because he believed it was good luck, that he would one day end up being framed and sent to prison, you would’ve laughed in your face.

You never would’ve expected this to happen. But then you heard why. He was framed for murdering a woman named Nadie Ramos, who was helping him get his mother medicine that seemed to calm her from her episodes. If there was anyone he would’ve risked everything for besides you, it was his mother.

And to be honest, you were a little mad at him for lying to you. He told you that he was going to Houston to talk to some of his mom’s doctors. You’d been together four years now and not once did he ever lie to you until now. When he got transferred to the Milburn Correctional Facility, due to overcrowding, he’d requested to see you and only you.

It wasn’t until Spencer wrote you a letter, practically begging you to come and see you. The first time you’d gone to see him, you actually didn’t even recognize him, skipping over him and almost staring at him in confusion when he walked over to the other side of your plexiglass.

And you tried to play it off like you expected him, even while looking like he did, but he knew deep down you didn’t recognize him. He chose not to acknowledge it but you both knew.

And you visited him frequently, until he decided to cut you from the visitor log with no warning. You were hurt, to say the least. And you ended up avoiding everyone after that. You even ignored the many fruit baskets Garcia kept sending over but you kept sending them back.

But then a miracle happened.

They proved his innocence. And he was out.

You would’ve found that out if you’d checked your phone but you spent the entire day in bed, away from society and sobbing at the fact that he was gone and he wasn’t here, comforting you like he did so well.

You hated him, you hated him for putting you in this position, for making you deal with the aftermath, for pushing you away. But you loved him. You would never stop loving him, no matter how much you hated him right now.

You’d been laying in bed, tossing and turning all day as the TV played some random sitcom you watched every now and again. And you’d heard something. A soft knock coming from your front door.

You almost missed it but it was faint. And you heard it. Choosing to finally get out of bed, you opened your room door and walked to the front door. You opened it without checking the peephole, because at this point you’d had enough and just wanted death to get you over with already.

But death may have stopped your heart only for a moment when you open the door.

Because standing there, in the suit he’d gotten arrested in when his bail was denied, his hair outgrown and his stubble framed nicely on his face — was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid, in the flesh.

You gasped softly as you backed away from the door and stared at him, almost as if you were disbelief. You’d had a dream like this before. Where he came back and promised he was here to stay. (But it was another one of God’s cruel jokes and you cried when you woke up the following day).

He walked in and closed the door right behind him, standing tall in front of you. You noticed the bruises on his face, how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and stared at you.

“Hi.” He said softly and all you can do is stare at him. “Am I dreaming?” You find yourself asking out loud and his heart breaks. He can see that you’re scared. Scared that if you go up to him, he’ll disappear like smoke. And he hates that.

“No.” Spencer shakes his head and he waits for you to approach him and you do, walking slowly towards him as the floorboard creaks beneath your socked feet.

He waits as you first grab his hands, and interlock your fingers together. When that seems not to be enough for you, your hands move to his face. You caress the sharp new grown stubble on his face and drag your index finger to his plump lips and stare into his hazel eyes and they’re full of wonder and love.

You don’t even register the tears until you hold him in your arms and you hold onto him for dear life. He holds you tightly in his arms as you find yourself wrapping around him like a koala and all he can do is hold you back. And it grounds him, you ground him.

Your head moves towards his and you kiss his lips, like you’ve longed to do for three months. And part of you still couldn’t believe this, that he was here, holding you like you were going to break.

You kiss him a few more times before you pull back and ask with tears in your eyes, “Are you okay?” Spencer nods toward your forehead, “I’m okay, now that I’m here.”

“You’re here, now.” You look him in the eyes as you say this and he nods at your words, repeating them to himself. “I’m here, now.” It’s as if he’s reminding himself that he’s here with you because he’s worried he’s gonna wake up any minute and he’ll be back in that cell. You weren’t the only one who had a hard time believing this was real.

Spencer’s lips catch yours and he pushes into the kiss and you get back on the ground, your hands (or mouth) not leaving him for a second and making their way up to his hair and pulling. You whine into his lips as he you pull him by his belt and walk backwards to your bedroom with him following you.

With your strength, you twirl the two of you around and straddle him as you continue to kiss him. You rock your hips into his growing bulge and he moans into your mouth and you smirk in the middle of the kiss.

You begin to unbutton his suit and successfully get his blazer off and now next is his dress shirt but he’s quick to grab your hands and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You ask, willing to put a stop to this if he wasn’t ready. “Nothing, I just…” Spencer looks down as he lets go of your hands and seemingly now growing insecure all of a sudden.

He stands up from the bed and you look up at him as he holds his arms over his stomach. “I just… I got hurt pretty bad in there. You’re gonna see some bruises. I just don’t want you to freak out. He admits and your heart breaks, “You don’t have to take your shirt off. Or we can just stop entirely and—”

Spencer shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. You’re gonna see them eventually.” With that, he begins to unbutton his dress shirt and you give him all the time in the world to do so, not wanting to rush this at all.

When he takes off his dress shirt successfully, you finally see it. He has bruises everywhere on his ribs and some near his belly button and on his stomach. Some are still in the process of healing with yellow and gray hues and some are purple and mucus green.

“Oh, my love…” You whisper to yourself as you stand up and you turns him around and find more on his back and there’s just too many of them. You find yourself tearing up but you know you need to keep it together for him. Who could hurt your sweet boy? Was this why he didn’t want you to see him anymore while he was still in there? How long did this go on for?

It’s then that you register the bruise near his eye. You thought that it was due to the lack of sleep he’d been getting and assumed it was the bags under his eyes he so often got but it was a bruise. How did you miss that when he walked in?

He almost wants to hide himself, like a turtle under its’ shell and you look down at his body. “Baby…” You start but he shakes his head. “I’m so sorry.”

He looks at you as you guide him towards the bed and he lays back and you go back to straddling him, but this time, you’re careful as you hover over him.

You kiss his lips before making your way down to his neck and then to his body and it takes a second for him to register that you’re not just kissing his body, you’re kissing the bruises.

He feels himself getting choked up as you kiss every visible one and his heart swells for you. What did he did to deserve you?

You begin to unbuckle his belt but he rests his elbows on the bed and looks down at you. “You—You don’t have to…” He trails off but you quickly shake your head. “I know. But I want to. It’s your first night back. This is about you tonight, baby.”

Spencer doesn’t interfere, just stares as you unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock through the hole in his underwear and it springs into action, dripping pre-cum from the head. “Oh, my sweet boy. You must be so pent up.”

You kiss the tip of his dick and he shuts his eyes tightly as if he’s trying to hold back from already cumming. You lick up his shaft and fit his cock inside your mouth and he curses to himself as he grips your bedsheets as tight as he can.

You notice this, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers together, as if you’re telling him and giving him permission to touch you as you bob your head up and down.

He takes this opportunity to caress your face as you take him into your mouth. He ties your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushes deeper onto his cock and even lifts his hips to ensure that you’re taking all of him until you’re gagging.

“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” Spencer tells you and you nod to the best of your ability until you begins to fuck your throat, using your mouth for his pent up pleasure. “Fuck… God, you’re so good at that. Letting me fuck your throat like the good girl you are.”

His words could make you cum on the spot without him even laying a finger on you. He rarely cursed in your domestic setting but he did it often when you two were in bed.

All you can do is take it as deep as it can go in your mouth. He whines into the ceiling as he says your name until you feel his hot cum dribble down your throat and your nose is buried into his crotch as he holds you there and makes you take all his cum into your mouth.

He pants as he releases your head from his cock and you swallow the rest of his cum. He looks at you with worried eyes, concerned that maybe he’d gone too far. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asks, like he didn’t just cum into your mouth and call you a “good girl”.

You shake your head at him with a small smile. “That was just about the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” (And everything he did was always hot). He blushes and crooks a smile.

“Are you willing to keep going?” You ask him and he nods with an immediate answer, “Absolutely.” He’d never let you go to bed without making you cum at least twice.

You climb on top of him with a smirk and look deeply into his eyes. They’re filled with lust, love and adoration for you and for you only. “You’re so beautiful.” You say to him in a whisper but Spencer chuckles a bit, “I should be saying that to you.”

You look down as your pussy catches the tip of his cock and you sink down into him carefully. He moans at the feeling and you gasp. He fits perfectly.

“God, I missed you. Missed this…” Spencer catches his breath. “Perfect pussy.” You chuckle and looks into his eyes as you rock back and forth. “It was so lonely without you, Spencer.” You whine. “I missed you so much.”

You lean down as you kiss him on the lips. “Did you…” He pauses, not wanting to be crude even while he was inside of you. “While I was away?” It took a second to figure out what he was talking about. And then you realized that he was asking if you’d masturbated while he was away.

“A few times,” You admitted shyly, despite suffocating him with your pussy. “I thought about you every time. It just wasn’t the same. Missed your body.”

Spencer smiles darkly, “Maybe I should punish you for that.” He says, half-joking. You lean forward as you smirk, “I’d like to see you try.”

And without a second thought, it was as if a switch flipped as Spencer was quick to flip your bodies over and he hovers over you, both hands on either side of your head, gripping the pillows. “You really wanna test that theory?”

You bite your lip and smirk once more as you pull him in for another kiss and he glides himself into you and you gasp at the feeling of his dick inside of your pussy. It’d been such a long time since you felt him like this, here, in your arms. God, you love him.

He rocks his hips, thrusting deeply into your body as leans his head in your shoulder, mumbling sweet obscenities and how good your pussy feels and how responsive you were. He dreamt of the day he’d have you like this. And since being in prison, he longed for it more.

He reached down in between your legs as he found your clit without even looking down and staring deeply into your eyes and your moans reverberate through the walls as keeps his eyes on you and you only.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I need to cum— where? Where?” He asks and you shut your eyes tightly as you shout, “Inside! Oh, god, inside!”

He pushes himself hard into you as you finally cum, your legs shaking as you moan his name into the ceiling and he collapses on your body, still sheathed inside of you.

You both lay there, panting and reveling in the feeling of each other. Eventually, Spencer does pull out of you and you feel as he lowers himself, eyeing your pussy up close and you look down at him sleepily. “Baby, you don’t have to. This was about you.” You assure.

“Nonsense,” Spencer tells. “I need to clean up my mess and even the score, might as well kill two birds with one stone.” He jokes, diving face first into your pussy and you whimper at the contact he makes, especially with the way his stubble is rubbing against your thighs, cleaning his own cum out of your pussy and relishing in the way you both taste.

His mouth captures your clit and he twists his tongue around the bud in that delicious way you love and he moans into your pussy. “We taste so good together, baby. Cum again on my tongue, this time.”

You tug at his messy hair as you hold his head to you pussy and you use him, rocking your hips into his mouth. You feel as your legs shake once more and you let go of his head for him to take a breather.

That breather lasts only a second before he dives back in and you whine at the contact. “Spence… baby, I’m sen—sensitive.”

“You can take one more, baby. I know you can. You can cum again.” Spencer says, his pupils are blown as he looks at you and he’s commanding you to cum again. “Just one more, baby.”

You nod at him and Spencer grabs your hands. “Here,” He interlocks your fingers with his and somehow, the pleasure is so much and yet not at all as makes you cum for a third time tonight. If he could spend forever eating your pussy, he would.

You close your eyes for a moment and when you finally open them, he’s right next to you and holding you. (He’d cleaned you up properly with a warm rag and left your favorite snack and water bottle on the desk next to your bed whenever you were ready to wake up). You remembered the loving words he whispered to you as you drifted off into a heavy slumber.

And you’ve finally woken up. You look up at him, still in awe of him being here. You take the chance to check the time. It’s already 5am and the sun is still shy away from rising but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because you have your boyfriend right next to you, holding you for dear life and loving you the way you deserve to be loved.

You worry that he’s still up, but you figure that after all those months in prison, maybe he has trouble sleeping every now and again. You find yourself holding him tighter as you look down at the bruise near your head. You can’t believe he was hurt. How did he manage to survive in there? You’re still wondering why he’d taken you off the visitor’s log.

“Spencer?” You ask and he looks down at you, your voice surprising him. “Yeah?” You sit up and look at him, face to face, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Why did you take me off the visitor’s list?” You decide to ask.

He’s about to respond and you don’t want to hear another lie. You’d been through plenty of those already. “I mean, I didn’t even want to see you at first and then you begged me to and then all of a sudden, I wasn’t allowed to. I feel like I have the right to know.”

“No, no, you do,” Spencer knows that much. He hates the fact that he’s lied to you and has forced you to deal with this when all you deserved was the best from him. He sits up next to you he knows he’s gonna need to tell you, even though he doesn’t want to.

“The last time after you came to visit me,” Spencer started. “I got cornered in my cell. A lot of the guys there were asking about you. And they said that it’d be a shame if something happened to you when you came to visit again.” You look down as he talks about it. “And I didn’t want to risk that. And I wanted to tell you, really, I did.” He grabs your hand assuringly. “But I didn’t have any way to. And I didn’t want you to get hurt. I would’ve died if something happened to you and I didn’t do everything in my power to stop it. I’m sorry it went down like it did.”

You shake your head. And you finally understand. Because if the roles were reversed, you would’ve taken him off the visitor’s list, too. If it meant protecting him. “You were just trying to protect me, I understand.”

“I just…” Spencer looks at you, holding your face in his hands. “I love you, so much.” He looks deeply into your eyes. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He reveals and your eyes widen. “What?”

Spencer closes his eyes and holds his index finger up. “One second.” He stands up and grabs his blazer from off the floor and digs into one of the inside pockets and pulls out a red velvet box.

Your eyes widen as you cover your body with the sheet and he kneels down on one knee in his boxers and opens the velvet box to reveal a ring. “I didn’t want to do it like this but I’d rather do it now than wait for the right time to.” Your eyes glance down at the box for a mere second and then to the love of your life.

“I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You make my days better, hell, you’ve made my life better. And no matter what we’ve gone through, you’ve stayed by my side and you never ran. I love that you sing off-key, I love that your nose twitches when you get mad, I love that you like… pineapple on pizza, oddly enough.” You chuckle at this. “I love everything about you. And I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you. But… but true love, it fosters a connection that goes beyond the superficial. It's a bond that often involves understanding each other's core values, beliefs, and life goals. And you’ve made me believe in true love.“

You stare at him in disbelief as he continues, “Will you marry me?” You feel tears spring into your eyes as you nod vehemently, “Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!” You smile widely and he smiles at you, slipping the ring onto your ring finger as you continue to mutter a million yeses.

When you finally get the ring on, you pull him in for another kiss and he holds you to his heart’s content. It wasn’t the way he envisioned it going, but with you, you knew you didn’t want big and bold ways of him saying he loved you and wanted to marry you, you were content with something small and sweet because it was coming from him and that was the biggest gift of all. You were one for grand gestures, you liked it just the way it was. It was perfect. He was perfect. And you’d spend the rest of your life reminding him he was.

So, you laid back in your bed with your fiancé and talked and talked about sweet nothings until the sun came up. And all of the ache you felt the night before, the pain you endured was long gone and now replaced with something beautiful and sweet.

[furioussouls]

LADS boys when someone insults you

[with chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don’t like it, don’t read it]

warnings: fatphobia, insults, fluff, protectiveness, references to violence (not towards reader), possibly ooc!lads boys, fem! reader (reader is referred to as girlfriend and with she/ her pronouns), reader drinks an alcoholic beverage

disclaimer: these characters are from the game “love and deepspace“ by InFold.

based on this request :3

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Xavier:

Xavier and you walk hand in hand next to each other. The contrast between your soft hands and his slender and veiny digits is very noticeable as he gently begins swinging your intertwined hands. You snort and gaze at his expression. His face is almost a blank page to the untrained eye. However, you could see the soft expression hiding between his eyes. His blue eye shine brightly as the sides of his soft and plump lips ever so slightly tug upward.

As you both continue your peaceful walk towards the café, you hear the familiar sounds of the native birds chirping as they sing their songs.

Xavier and you are both dressed appropriately for the weather; he wears a white shirt with fitting pants, and you are dressed in a beautiful sundress, which accentuates every delicious curve of yours. Every bit of exposed and emphasised jiggly skin causes Xavier‘s heart to beat faster in his chest. How lucky he is to have you.

When Xavier and you reach the entrance, he smoothly steps ahead of you and opens the door for you. You quickly turn around to make sure that nobody else is watching you both and swiftly pat his butt. “You’re a dear, you know that?“, you ask him innocently after he quickly snaps around with burning cheeks. He looks at you in disbelief and outrage and you grin at his stunned expression. You’re sure he would’ve stomped with his foot like a bunny, if he could have done so. He squints his eyes at you, his expression promising you revenge when you both return home and you wiggle with your brows. Xavier snorts and rolls his eyes. He fights back a smile as he gently puts his warm hand on your lower back.

“I’ll quickly have to go to the restroom. How about you find us some nice seats?“, you ask him and lean over to quickly peck his lips. He nods and scans the room for an appropriate seat after you made your way to the restroom.

While he scans the room for the perfect spot for you two, he overhears an imposing voice from behind.

“Why do some of the most high-value men end up with the ugliest women? I genuinely don’t understand.“

Xavier’s eyebrows furrow in disgust and he snaps around to see the 'high- quality men‘ who spent their precious time insulting random women like pathetic idiots. It’ll still take some time for you to return from the restroom. Maybe he can embarrass the two fools and find out who they’re insulting. Maybe you can both buy her a coffee so she wouldn’t be sad. His eyes trail over and see that two young men whisper among themselves, but to Xavier’s dismay; the two men already seem to look at him.

Realisation sets in and Xavier’s eyebrows raise in disbelief. “Excuse me? Are you talking to me? What did you just say?“, Xavier asks and walks towards the men, who seemed tougher a few seconds ago, when they thought that nobody could hear their bitching.

The man on the left raises his hands in mock surrender and laughs uncomfortably. “Dude, relax. I was just saying.“

Xavier clenches his jaw and looks down at the ground. The men ease up a little. However, said relaxation doesn’t last for long since Xavier chuckles humourlessly and sits down right in front of the men and leans forward. His usual soft voice was replaced with a tight and deeper tone. “Correct. You were “just saying“ demeaning things about my girlfriend to your friend like a coward. So repeat what you just said to me.“

Xavier stares at the man without blinking. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and looks at the men expectantly. A dangerous and humorless soft smile spreads on his lips when the bigmouthed man from earlier speaks up again. His voice was scratchy and his cheeks beet-red.

“Dude, calm down. I was just saying that you’re way too hot for that chick. That’s all. Way to make a big deal out of nothing. It was a compliment.“

The man’s friend winces and softly facepalms his forehead. Xavier snorts inelegantly.

“And who are you? Who gives a damn about your opinion? Your compliments? Do you think I’m that desperate for the validation of some random guy who doesn’t even have the guts to insult somebody right to their face? How despicable men like you are. Let me tell you again, do not ever insult my beautiful girlfriend or any other woman like that. Nobody cares about who you find attractive. Even the so called “high- value“ men find you pathetic.“

Xavier softly clicks with his tongue as he slowly, almost tortuously looks at the man from the top of his hairline, to the state of his shoes. “Especially when you look the way you do, I don’t think you’re in any place to judge beauty.“

Bigmouth blushes in embarrassment and Xavier’s piercing gaze jumps over to the quiet man, who seems to get more and more uncomfortable with each passing second.

“And you? Speak up when your friend acts like a fool. But why would you? Bird of a feather, huh?“

A soft familiar whistle rips Xavier out of his thoughts and he smiles when he sees your soft expression as you walk from the direction of the restroom. You turn and face the two men and smile politely at the two men before you suddenly realise their embarrassed and uncomfortable faces. You raise an eyebrow in concern.“Is everything-“

“Everything’s fine, baby. Come on, let’s sit on the other side of the room.“

Xavier gently grabs your hand and lifts it to his mouth. You chuckle when he kissed the back of it and he tenderly guides you over to the tables.

Zayne:

Zayne fixes his collar for the fifth time in a row. He blinks heavily to keep his yawn at bay. His cold and scarred hands smooth over his perfect button- up and his long fingers gently shove his glasses closer to his face. Zayne sighs sadly. He misses you from the bottom of his heart. Was he being dramatic? No.

Today was a workplace meeting for all the cardiac surgeons of Akso hospital and the surrounding hospitals. Usually, you’re always there when he has to attend these meetings, because he cannot stand to be here without you, but today you were busy. He sighs again, feeling like an abandoned dog at the dog park hoping for his owners return.

“Dr. Li“, a booming voice rings out. Zayne sighs silently and plasters a fake smile on his face. He turns around and extends his hand to the older surgeon and shakes it vehemently. These meetings aren’t just a personal cool- down after a long and exhaustive week at work. Zayne probably wouldn’t mind them as much if they were. They were only there for rich surgeons to keep their reputation and prestige intact through 'building connections'.

A few other surgeons join and surround him. There are perks to being one of the youngest cardiac surgeons in Akso, sure. There’s also a lot of ass- kissing, though. He politely nods along to the boring conversation as his thoughts drift away to you.

What are you doing right now? You’re probably at home, all cozied up in your guys‘ bed. Your round and warm body warming up his side of the bed, or maybe you’re spamming him right now with unnecessary text messages and are cheering him on. He softly smiles into his glass as he takes a big gulp. The circle around him has gotten smaller, but there were still more than 4 surgeons around him.

“So, Dr. Li. Today here without the missus?“, the man from earlier asks with a slight edge to his tone. Zayne hesitates for a split second, unsure about the intentions of the man, but he can’t help himself when it comes to you.

“Yes. She couldn’t attend today.“ Zayne agreed, his voice is gentle and melodic.

“I didn’t expect the famous Dr. Li to be so humble. I thought you would date somebody within your own league, you know. As a young and handsome Doctor.“ The older man says as he sips on his fifth alcoholic beverage. Zayne‘s polite smile drops and his tongue digs into his cheek.

“How may I understand that?“

The man lifts his hand and slurs around. “Oh, no. Don’t get me wrong! She’s extremely kind. But you know what I mean.“

The other surgeons surrounding Zayne freeze and shuffle awkwardly. All the sweetness and warmth has drained from Zayne‘s face as he stares at the man who blatantly disrespected you in front of others. He notices how the man tries to weasel his way out of the conversation, but Zayne insists.

“No, you have not had an issue with insinuating that my partner isn’t attractive in front of the others, so you should not have a problem with explaining what you meant in in front of them in full detail. Tell us what you meant.“

The surgeon laughs uncomfortably and he shakes his head. The others awkwardly excuse themselves from the conversation and leave Zayne and him alone.

The man swallows hesitantly when Zayne leans forward.

“I will forget that this conversation ever happened, but stop projecting your own insecurities onto others, and especially not onto my beautiful partner as some sort of comedic relief. I don’t care who you are. The next time I’ll hear you speak about my wife’s appearance, whether complimentary or derogatory, I will make sure to use my young and handsome reputation to tell other surgeons how inappropriately you behaved. Your stable source of income should not be ruined because you couldn’t stop running your mouth. I assume we understand each other?“

The old man nods quickly and gulps as Zayne keeps on staring at his face for a few seconds. Zayne nods and extends his hand towards him again. The old man hesitates for a second before he grasps Zayne’s cold and harsh hand and holds back a wince when Zayne squeezes his hand a bit firmer than usual.

“Thank you for this delightful conversation. Have a nice day.“

Rafayel:

Soft murmurs echo through the room as waiters and waitresses hurriedly walk through the different crowds people. They hold silver plates filled with expensive drinks and small appetizers. You smiled encouragingly at a young waitress as she holds out the plate for you.

“Thank you so much.“ You smile at her and take one of the drinks and down it quickly. You can’t stand talking to the people here for longer than 5 minutes, you don’t know what you’d do if you had to serve them their drinks for the entire evening.

You sigh and wipe your hands across the silky cloth of your dress. You’re adorned in a beautiful dark blue silk dress, which Rafayel himself picked out for you. 'You look like a goddess in this.‘ he said after looking through at least twenty dresses. Of course, he had to find the perfect one. It emphasises each part of your delicious rounded body and Rafayel had do stop himself from dropping to his knees and ruining you and your pretty new dress.

Today is Rafayel’s art exhibition. A variety of different people outside of your tax bracket have gathered together to talk about how talented Rafayel is and marvel at his art pieces. In actuality, they just came to kiss his ass for some money, and Rafayel is fully aware of that.

You walk through the different groups of people, who glare at you like you’re the gum beneath their shoe, and smirk when you see Rafayel. His flawless face absentmindedly nods along to whatever was said by the people around him. Boredom stretches over every inch of his face and a few strands of his purple hair hang over his forehead. He holds an expensive wine bottle in his hands, probably a gift from the people around him. Rafayel’s eyes trail over the room while he nods along and when his eyes reach your teasing ones, he perks up.

A happy smile spreads on his face, which expose his pearly white teeth. You make your way over to him and he holds out his hand, ignoring the people next to him. You put your soft hand into his bigger and warmer one and he happily kissed the back of your hand.

“Excuse my manners. This is my girlfriend.“ Rafayel says to the people around him and happily extends his free hand toward you, showing you off to the others. You chuckle and gently elbow him in the chest as you introduce yourself.

The rich people around Rafayel include a rich blonde and older lady with a strategic glare in her face. She wears heavy pearls and the two older business men have condescending expressions. You sigh but keep your polite smile eventhough you already know where this is going.

The woman looks at you with a mean smile and her face softens when she looks at Rafayel. “This is your girlfriend?“

He nods, though he picks up on the woman’s tone and raises an eyebrow. She laughs shrilly and plays with her pearls. “Well, it seems like your art style is not the only thing that’s brilliant but confusing. Seems like it extends to physical attraction in relationships as well. But how could I ever understand the mind of an artist?“

Your eyebrows raise as the woman and her two henchmen giggle at the joke. That wasn’t even a well- hidden jab. It was just a plain insult, out in the open. You roll your eyes at their stupidity and glance at Rafayel. His eyebrows are drawn all the way to his hairline and his mouth is slightly ajar.

“What the fuck did you just say?“, Rafayel asks, his voice slow and incredulous.

The rich people stop laughing and you put your hand on his hot shoulder. Whenever his blood starts boiling, so does his body temperature.

“Rafayel, it’s okay-“

“No, it’s not“, Rafayel interrupts you as he throws back the gifted expensive wine bottle to the man who gifted it to him.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but just a few minutes ago you were kissing my ass because you needed somebody to finance your dumb company. And now you’re insulting my girlfriend? Does that seem smart to you?“

The smile drops from their faces and you hold back a giggle. Rafayel walks over to them and lets out an humorless laugh. “How arrogant of you. I hope you enjoyed the richness you had until now. Because all of that money will be history. Every slight bit of hope you had about you being successful in any way is gone now. Do you understand?“

The man and his wife look at him with a terrier expression on his face and shake their heads. “No! I’m so sorry! We‘re both sorry.“

You open your mouth but Rafayel speaks up before you do. “No you’re not. You’re only sorry because you have to live with the consequences of your own stupid actions. Well, too bad.“

Rafayel grabs your hand and leads you outside. When he sees that you’re both alone, he gently cups your face with his warm hands. His chest heaves softly and Rafayel leans forward to press lingering kisses on your face.

“I’m so sorry about those morons, cutie. Are you okay? They didn’t upset you, did they?“

You let him fawn over you for a bit longer and then put your hand on his. Your soft cheeks split into a big grin and his concerned face lights up. The sides of his lips tug upward and he rubs his nose against yours. “Hmm, should’ve known you’d like that. Should I ruin some more lives for you?“

You fan yourself and bite your lips mockingly and he chuckles.

Sylus:

You whistle and hum as the gravel tumbles beneath your feet. The sun had already set a few hours ago and you’re just now returning from work. The past few days had been tough on you. Some coworker made it his personal mission to insult you and your body and act like it was the funniest thing ever. However, today that man was no where to be seen.

You hum as you put the key into the lock and open the slightly creaky door. The refreshing smell of citrus and sandalwood enters your nose. You take off your shoes and stretch your body. Suddenly, your eyebrows raise in alarm. It was too quiet and peaceful. Something was amiss.

You walk through the hallway suspiciously and scan the room for Sylus or Mephisto. Hell, even Kieran and Luke would suffice. Your eyes drift across the room when you finally saw a blur of black on top of the chandelier.

You call out to Mephisto, who caws softly and flies down. You grab his body tenderly caress over his black feathers. Your fake and saccharine smile causes Mephisto to caw in alarm and he tries to wiggle out. You loosen your grip, but made sure he can’t escape. You squint your eyes at him. “Where’s your daddy?“

Your fingers stroke over his body again, this time in sincerity and Mephisto squawks in defeat and you triumphantly let him go. Mephisto flies off into the distance and a few minutes later, Sylus pops out with an innocent smile on his gorgeous face.

“Sweetie! You’re back. How was work?“, Sylus asks and presses his soft lips towards yours. His slight hooked nose gently nuzzles yours and you kiss him back, albeit reluctantly.

“Good.“ You respond with narrowed eyes and scan him from top to bottom. “What did you do?“

Sylus tilts his face and he raises his eyebrows as his mouth slightly drops open. His mouth gently splits into a soft smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetie. What are you accusing me of?“

You put your hands on his shoulders and he smiles at you. You began patting down his body and he chuckles, his voice tumbling out in bassy rumbles.

Sylus extends his arm to you and you rolled up his sleeve and pat his arm. “Is this just an excuse to feel me up? Don’t let me stop you, kitten.“

You say nothing and pat down his muscly stomach. He grins and lifts his shirt for you, which exposed his delicious ridges. You gulp and shake your head. “You’re hiding something. I know it.“

After you finished with his stomach, he extends his other arm to you so you could repeat the process. “I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I must say that I’m quite hurt. What have I done to warrant such mistrust, sweetie?“

You sigh when you don’t find anything suspicious and Sylus leans over to peck your forehead. You accept his kiss and look down to offer him better access, when you suddenly see it.

“I knew it!“, you exclaimed and Sylus slightly jumps back in confusion. You points to his polished shoes. His usually clean shoes are speckled with little splats of blood and Sylus softly grins at you and rubs the back of his neck and nuzzles the side of your face.

“You caught me. What will you do with me now? Do you have to tie me up? Put me behind bars, maybe? Hmm, I’m excited to see what you’ll do.“ Sylus hums softly and traces your forehead with his nose.

You ignore his dirty fantasy and grab his wrist and pull him along with you into the roomy living room. When you reach the black and expensive material of the couch, you softly shove him down on it. Sylus smiles up at you, his eyes full of heat and he spreads his arm on the top of the couch.

He hums happily. “What are you going to do to me now? Shall I get undressed?“

You walk up to him, his large figure sitting obediently on the couch with a big smile.

“My coworker. What did you do to him?“

Sylus hums thoughtfully and strokes over his chin. “Your coworker? Wasn’t he at work today?“

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Sylus. I’m not in the mood. I’m a grown woman. I can take care of myself and don’t feel good about you killing people because of me.“

Sylus sighs. “He’s not dead. He‘ll just.. leave the city after remission. I swear on it. I even agreed that he’s allowed to stay unruly he finds a new job. Pretty nice of me, I’d say. And sweetie, I know that you can take care of your own problems. You’re one of the most resilient and strongest person I know. I just…couldn’t bare your sad little face whenever you talked about him or going back to work.“

Since you still stand in front of him, Sylus gently leans forward and wrapped his strong arms around you. He nudged you on top of him. You sit on top of his beefy legs and wrap your thighs around his waist. His large hands grip the fat of your upper thigh and he begins plastering kisses on your soft collarbone.

Your nails scratch his scalp softly and he shudders in delight. You grumble a bit, until you admit: “That’s.. kind of nice. Not the hurting part. The rest of it.“

He smiles at you and nods as he begins rubbing soothing circles on your butt. Soothing for whom? Him or you?

Caleb:

You sigh and rub over your pudgy arms. Goosebumps rise on your arms as the bass of the music echoes through the room you’re hiding in.

Caleb and you went to a party made for people who studied at the same University that he studied in. It was a lighthearted experience, everybody could either show off their success or just get drunk and catch up with some old friends.

When Caleb saw some of his old friends you gently shooed him into their direction. He didn’t want to leave you alone but you insisted. It seems like his other friend waited for the opportunity of you being alone to tell you how he didn’t expect Caleb to date somebody like you. In vivid detail.

You roll your eyes and rub your face before you check your phone and see two missed calls from Caleb. You call him back when the door suddenly opens. Caleb scans through the room and his eyes immediately find you and his shoulders sag in relief. He is dressed in an elegant black suit. Overdone? Yes, but he has a great life and an even more beautiful wife to show off, after all. He has to match your beauty somehow (he can’t).

“I was just about to call you back.“ You say with a soft smile and hang up the phone, and Caleb quickly walks over to you.

“Honey, you scared the shit out of me. I shouldn’t have left you, sorry. What happened?“ Caleb asks and his big puppy eyes stare at you intensely from top to bottom to make sure that you are fine.

“I told you to go, baby. Nothing happened. I just wanted to get away from the crowd.“ You assure him sweetly and Caleb’s eyes trail over every inch of your skin. He can read you like a book. He shakes his head and his warm hands gently cup your face. He forces you to stare into his warm eyes, because he knows damn well you cannot lie to him when he looks at you like this.

“Come on, honey. Tell me. Something must have happened.“

You chuckle and shake your head. “Nothing happened. Just needed a break.“ You smile brightly at him, but he can tell it doesn’t reach your eyes.

Caleb sighs and gently pecks your chubby cheek. He buries his face in your shoulder and afterwards nuzzles your neck. “Tell me the truth, honey. You know you can.“

You smile softly and hold the back of his head. Your nails gently scratch over his scalp and he leans closer into skin. He grins up at you and lifts his hand to stroke over your cheek. “Hm? Tell me, okay?“ you roll your eyes and obnoxiously sigh in defeat.

He smiles softly and leans backwards. His muscles tenses underneath his clothes and he smiles encouragingly at you.

“Well, it wasn’t that big of a deal.“

Caleb raises an eyebrow and motions for you to continue. “One of your.. old friends made an off- hand comment about my appearance and more specifically my body. It was kind of insulting.“

Caleb’s soft smile falls from his face. His nostrils flare in anger and he gulps a few times, which causes his Adam’s apple to bob every single time. He looks down at the ground and clenches his large fist. Caleb smiles at you, but you can tell that it’s extremely fake. You exhale harshly through your nose. You knew Caleb would make it into a big deal.

“Ah, I see. Who was it?“,Caleb asks you while trying to appear cool.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Caleb stop acting nonchalant. You’re the most “chalant“ man I know. Also, it doesn’t matter.“

“Which one was it?“, Caleb repeats with a serious and cold tone. Knowing that he will not let this go, you try and think about the man from earlier.

“I actually don’t know his name. He said he was an old friend of yours.“

“Then describe him and his body. Or let’s look through the crowd and you’ll point to him. Or tell me how he smelled. I’ll sniff him out.“ Caleb says as his mouth tug into a manic smile and you snort and gently pinch his cheek.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’ve made it into a big deal when it’s not.“

Caleb furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head persistently with a clenched jaw. “Is is though. Not only did he make you uncomfortable, but you also hid away in an empty room because of him. You telling yourself that you’re not hurt by his actions doesn’t mean that what he did was okay. Now, let’s go back to the dancefloor so you can point towards him.“

Caleb gently grabs your wrist and tugs you along. After you enter the dancefloor, Caleb looks at you expectantly. You groan and roll your eyes in annoyance and look for the man.

Your eyes scan the crowd for a little while, til you find the sleazeball from earlier and you nod into his direction. Since Caleb had been watching your face from the beginning, his eyes immediately follow your nod and he clenches his jaw when he sees him. He grabs your face and kisses you passionately.

“Wait for me. I’ll be right back, then we’ll dance together. You didn’t get all dolled up for no reason, right? Looking like a princess.“

You smile and look down at your pretty dress. His finger tenderly rubs against your cheek and he walks over to the man. Caleb leans down to the man’s ear and starts talking. You see the man’s eyes drift over to you during the conversation and he pales immediately. After a few minutes, the man literally runs out of the room and Caleb returns to you with an innocent expression.

“May I have this dance, honey?“

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A/N: might be ooc, but I don’t care. You can rip the sly and protective lads boys out of my dead, cold hands

[hedwig221b]

I'm looking for some Sterek with soft Derek and happy endings. You know, the perfect mushy read after something dark and angst-ridden.

Okay, settle in for Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts time

Physical Touch by mybestfriendsarebooks

Scott has noticed that Derek isn't big on physical affection. Scott and the others had made peace with that and knew when not to push or back away quickly. One person seems to be the exception. Scott notices the progression of this affection over the years.

The Words You Speak by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Stiles just stared at her. “Derek’s a Werewolf, why the hell would he be in the hospital?” Melissa gave him an odd look, then turned to Scott for help, who looked just as lost. At least it wasn’t another one of Stiles’ oblivious moments, though considering Scott’s IQ, it wasn’t exactly hard to be down at his level. Melissa turned back to Stiles, still looking confused. “Whenever Derek has a bad day, he always goes to the postnatal ward at the hospital. He likes being around all the babies, and he’s actually really good with them. The women up there love him, he can get the crying ones to stop in a second. Not sure if it’s a wolf thing or a Derek thing, but it’s very sweet.” Derek did what now? “Did you both not know this?” Melissa turned to include Scott in her inquiry. “He’s been doing this for well over a year, I figured you knew.”

Ain't Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

what a big heart i have (better to love you with) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

Stiles has a massive thing for Derek Hale. This is not news. Stiles, after all, has been carrying a torch for Derek ever since they bumped into each other at a taco cart at the start of his freshman year. But what is news? With no hope of ever capturing Derek’s attention, Stiles is thinking it might be time to let that torch go. Try to let it burn out. (Derek might have something to say about that.)

Three Lost Kids, Two Minute Noodles and One Hot Mate. by MysticEdge

Stiles is leaving a local store and he notices a toddler wandering the parking lot by himself. worried for the childs safety he rushes to him to discover the child had wandered away from his mother’s mini van. Doors are wide open. Upon closer inspection looks like there are 2 more kids in the car crying because the mother is laying face down in the back. Like she passed out after putting 2 of the 3 kids in the car. Frantic he calls his father while checking to see if the mother is breathing. The mother is Laura Hale. No Hale fire, Derek is still weary with people as Kate attempted to set the fire but was thwarted. Stiles meets Derek for the first time when he’s called to the hospital for Laura and the children.

Little Promises by crossroadswrite

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends. “Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac. “Don’t swear in front of the kid.” “It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“ “Derek?”

You Fit Me Better by Rena

Five times Stiles and Derek ended up wearing each others clothes on accident, and one time it's deliberate.

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it. “Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists. “What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over. “I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

So if his dad hadn’t been the one to come home and get him into bed properly, and was now making him breakfast, then who…? Seriously, his embarrassment level couldn’t get any lower at this point. It was bad enough to imagine it was his dad, but to know Scott had come to take care of him was worse. But not nearly as bad as the absolute horror and astronomical levels of embarrassment when Stiles walked into the kitchen and found Derek at the stove making French toast. Because of course it was Derek. If someone was going to see Stiles naked and passed out cold on his bed, why wouldn’t it be Derek? His long-time crush and provider of fap material? Sure, why not, life wasn’t horrible enough yet, might as well make it downright dreadful!

The by kaistrex (weishen)

Snippets of the lives of four-year-old Derek and baby Stiles as they grow up together.

Finding Home by captaintinymite (augopher)

To teach them a lesson, a pair of mischievous pixies hit Derek and Stiles with a spell that makes them six years old again. Neither of them remembers anything about their lives beyond that age. What happens when the pair of them become immediate friends and declare that when they grow up they will get married? Will they remember anything when the spell wears off?

A Slight Problem by kaistrex (weishen)

The Hale family dog takes a shine to seven-year-old Stiles.

Are You the One? by Venrajade

Derek's sister works for a television network with a dating show that claims that they are able to find someone's True Mate. Cora steals a scent sample from Derek and matches him to an Omega applying to the show with a 99% chance of them being mates. Which means Derek is now a reality dating show star. Shit.

Sometimes Not Seeing Is Believing by FeelingFredly

Stiles gave him a lopsided grin. “I wouldn’t poison you, Der.” His grin turned sharp and sharklike. “At least not much. I just need to test it on you to make sure it will work on other weres.” Derek snorted. “And you didn’t think Peter would be a better target for your experiments?” That got him a shrugged shoulder. “He offered, but I didn’t think it was a good idea.” ---or that time when an invisibility potion helped Derek see things a lot more clearly.

Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo

kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.

We're Like Milo and Otis by tabbytabbytabby

Stiles and Derek meet each other before they can even talk. With Claudia being the Hale family Emissary, Stiles spends most of his time with the Hales. Stiles and Derek are immediately inseparable. Stiles learns early on that his magic reacts to Derek more than anyone else and because of that he is able to shift into a fox and go on adventures with Derek. Those adventures aren't always safe but one thing is certain, they'll always look out for each other.

Five Times Stiles Needed A Crash Course On Wolfy Behavior and the One Time He Figured Shit Out by 1lostone

Pretty much what it says on the tin. Written for hungrylikethewolfie (ladyblahblah) who had a bad day and requested possessive!Derek and Oblivious!Stiles.

Lying (By Omission) by redezon

College fic where Stiles has an adorable girlfriend. Only ‘D’ isn’t adorable. Or his girlfriend. Or: Five times people talk about Stiles’s mysterious significant other, and one time they actually see them.

and i'll just keep on stumblin' (right now it feels too humblin') by dee_lirious

Derek Hale is pretty much the worst person in the world to hypothetically develop a crush on, being a murder suspect, a dangerous werewolf, a weirdo who stalks people from the treeline, and also living in a train car, Jesus Christ. (In response to jennova's prompt: Five times Stiles tries to make Derek smile and one time he succeeds but doesn’t notice because kissing or something.)

Loud Love

There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world. Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

hello, dear! i love your posts, could you do one where Lando goes out for race week and he leaves the baby with his mother, and when he comes back, she was upset because she missed him so much and says he had abandoned her, and wouldn't leave grandma's lap, but then she forgives him😂 thank you, girl, you're best❤️

Granny knows best

Lando had never known a love quite like the one he had for Yn. From the moment she was born, his world had shifted completely, revolving around the tiny human who looked up at him with big, trusting eyes. She was his pride and joy, his little princess, and leaving her for race weeks never got any easier.

But he had a job to do. So, as much as it pained him, he had to trust his mother to take care of his baby girl while he travelled for the latest race.

"Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetheart," Lando had promised, kneeling in front of Yn, who stood in her little pink pajamas, clutching her stuffed bunny. "Be a good girl for Granny, okay?"

Yn had pouted, her lower lip quivering as she clung to him. "But I don’t want you to go, Daddy."

Lando’s heart had clenched painfully. "I know, baby, I don’t want to go either. But I’ll call you every day, and I’ll bring you a present when I come back."

She had hesitated, considering his words. "A pink present?"

Lando had chuckled, brushing a curl from her forehead. "The pinkest present I can find."

Reluctantly, Yn had let him go, though her big, sad eyes had haunted him throughout the weekend.

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When Lando returned home after the race, tired but eager to see his daughter, he had expected a warm welcome. What he didn’t expect was to be met with absolute coldness from his little girl.

Yn sat on his mother’s lap, tiny arms wrapped around Cisca’s neck, her head buried in her grandmother’s shoulder. She didn’t so much as glance at Lando when he stepped into the living room, holding a large pink teddy bear in his arms.

"Baby! I’m back!" he announced cheerfully, kneeling in front of the couch with open arms.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of excitement.

Lando frowned. "Yn? Don’t you want to come to Daddy?"

The little girl turned her face further into her grandmother’s shoulder. "No."

Lando blinked in confusion. "No? What do you mean no?"

Cisca smirked, patting Yn’s back. "She’s been quite upset with you, Lando."

"Upset?" he repeated, glancing at his father, who was chuckling quietly from his armchair.

Adam grinned. "Oh, you’re in trouble, son."

Lando sat back on his heels, utterly baffled. "Yn, baby, what’s wrong? Daddy missed you so much."

Finally, she lifted her head, her big brown eyes filled with unshed tears. "You abandoned me."

Lando’s mouth fell open. "What?!"

Yn nodded solemnly, her tiny face heartbreakingly serious. "You left me. I cried. I missed you so much, Daddy. And you weren’t here."

Lando felt like the worst father in the world. He dropped the teddy bear and reached for her, but she turned away again, tightening her grip on Cisca. "No, I stay with Granny."

Cisca gave Lando a teasing look. "Looks like you’re gonna have to work for it, tough guy."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his curls. "Baby, I didn’t want to leave you. But you know Daddy has to go race, right? It’s my job."

Yn sniffled. "I don’t like your job."

"Me neither, sometimes," Lando admitted with a soft smile. "But it helps Daddy take care of you. And I always come back, don’t I?"

Yn didn’t answer.

Cisca chuckled. "She’s not convinced yet."

Adam, clearly enjoying the scene, smirked. "Come on, lad, where’s that famous charm?"

Lando groaned. "Okay, okay. Yn, I brought you something!"

He grabbed the pink teddy bear and held it up. "Look! I got this just for you. It’s the pinkest teddy bear I could find!"

Yn glanced at it briefly before turning back to her grandmother. "I already have teddies."

Lando gasped dramatically. "But this one is special! I picked it out just for my best girl!"

She hesitated, her fingers curling into Cisca’s sweater. "I don’t know."

Lando sighed, dropping onto the floor in a dramatic heap. "Oh no. My baby doesn’t love me anymore. My heart is breaking. I might never recover."

Adam let out a booming laugh. "Good performance, son."

Cisca smiled, rubbing Yn’s back. "What do you think, sweetheart? Should we forgive Daddy?"

Yn turned her serious gaze to her grandmother. "Should I, Granny?"

Lando sat up quickly. "Oi! You’re asking Granny?"

Cisca laughed. "I think Daddy is very sorry, darling."

Yn turned back to Lando, eyeing him suspiciously. "Are you really sorry, Daddy?"

Lando nodded vigorously. "So, so, soooo sorry. I missed you every single second I was gone."

Yn studied him for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Okay. But only if you never leave again."

Lando winced. "Baby, I have to leave sometimes…"

Yn narrowed her eyes. "Then more pink presents."

Lando grinned. "Deal."

Finally, she reached out, and Lando wasted no time pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead repeatedly. "I missed you so much, little bean."

Yn giggled, snuggling into his chest. "Missed you too, Daddy."

Cisca and Adam shared an amused look.

"You know," Adam mused, "I think she’s got you wrapped around her little finger."

Lando sighed dramatically, rocking Yn in his arms. "Yeah. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[teddybeartoji]

彡 WEEPING, CARVED OPEN HEARTS

☆. contains: bf!toji fushiguro x gn!reader; mild angst with comfort (they had an argument oh no), toji learns how to apologize, toji is in love wc: 2.3k

your throat is sore and your eyes burn. you're tired and sad and upset and you just want it to be over already. but his sharp words swim laps in your head and you can't think about anything else. the ceiling of your shared living room is the only form of solace at this point, the shadows of the street putting on a show just for you.

the warm light of the lamps that stand tall behind the apartment window use the ceiling as a canvas, the passing cars as little characters running around. you hear hollering – it's saturday night, people are having fun. and you're curled up on the sad couch with a sniveling nose.

you hear steps and the bathroom door clicking shut and you use the moment to grab your stuff; a pillow, a blanket and a change of clothes – the very same sad couch will be your best friend tonight.

he turns on the water and you stand behind the door, longingly staring at the wood, wishing the night had gone differently.

but it didn't. so, you put on your pyjamas and sink into the couch. letting a few last tears fall from your eyes, you try to get some rest.

try.

while you're cocooning yourself away from the world, toji is staring at his own reflection in the foggy mirror. hands splayed on the cold countertop, his head hangs low and the running water turns into a muffled sound in his ears; dark strands of hair fall in front of his exhausted eyes, and he too, can't stop thinking about his own words.

regret fills his veins, threatening to explode under his skin. he can't tear his eyes from the disappearing reflection, the steam covering up more and more of the glass, hiding his guilty stare. his heart beats in morse code, calling out your name with every breath he takes but he's still stuck in this tiny shrinking room while you're out there – in the dark, in the cold, drowning in the impact of his words. he didn't mean them, he didn't. toji squeezes his eyes shut and his head drops to his chest. he thinks about your trembling hands and your shaky voice.

a sigh.

a miserable one.

he drops his towel and stands under the hot water. the warmth takes him in but it's nothing compared to you. the droplets comb through his hair but it's nothing compared to you. they cascade down his scarred shoulders and the muscles of his back, but it's nothing.

compared to you.

the smell of the shampoo makes him want to vomit. your shampoo. his shampoo. he rubs at his scalp and lets the suds drip over his face. he scrubs his body and he wishes he could do it harder. he hopes that you're sleeping well. no, he doesn't. he wants to say goodnight to you.

he tilts his head up towards the shower head and closes his eyes, letting the water run over his neck and his adam's apple, washing away all of the remaining ugly words that might've still been lurking in his throat.

he turns the water off and steps out. only throwing on his sweatpants, he doesn't even bother drying himself off, he just needs... you. he needs to hold you, he needs to hear you. he needs to feel his heartbeat.

one step out of the bathroom and toji can already see the corner of your blanket hanging from the edge of the couch. he fists the material of his pants at his side as he breathes out. it hurts. slowly, he approaches your bundled up body, trying to figure out whether you're already asleep or not. your face is hidden in the pillow, your back facing him and he just wants to see you.

"leave me alone."

it hurts.

his head falls back, his eyes raking over the faint shadows on the ceiling. a car honks on the street below, the wind blows behind your cracked open window. his chest feels heavy, his shoulders hurt.

"why aren't you in bed?"

quiet. you think about not answering. you thought about not talking to him throughout the entire night, but now that he's here... it's harder than you thought.

"because you're mean. and you hurt my feelings." your fingers dig into the pillow under your head. "and i don't want to fucking see you."

his knee cracks when he squats down beside you. his fingers itch to play with the ends of your hair, to pull you into his body and never let you leave.

"well, thank god you can't see anything when yer sleeping then, hm."

he's infuriating. he sounds tired. you want to slap him, you want to push him away. you hate that you can hear strain in his voice. you want him to say that he's sorry. you want to hold him. you want him to show that he cares.

leaving the safe confines of the warm blanket, you whip your head towards him. the light coming from the outside is barely enough to show you his eyes. they're soft, softer than you've ever seen them before. a dark forest; the green circular windows are pleading for you. please, don't be scared of what's inside.

"no arguments for the first two statements?"

you're a inches away from bumping your nose against his, your warm breath hitting his skin as you scoff. the pain is still there, slowly but surely turning into anger but he understands.

"i'm– trying, yeah?"

your eyes flick between his, searching for... something.

"why is your own pride more important than my feelings, toji?"

...

he fucking hates the way you're looking at him. loathes.

you look exhausted too, eyes swollen from all of the crying from before and now there are fresh tears forming in the corners of them.

because of him.

why is his pride more important? it isn't. it isn't, it isn't, it isn't. and yet... silence. something scratches in his throat – it wants to get out but it's hard. a drop rolls over the apple of your cheek and his head falls against your shoulder with a sigh. you don't push him away, you don't invite him in either. why is it so hard for him?

"i just feel like you don't care at all sometimes. when you refuse to apologize – it seems like we're competing against each other but i don't even know what the game is."

your voice is shaky and you're doing your best to come off as composed as you can because you want him to hear you out. you're scared he's going to brush you off. again.

he fiddles with the edge of your blanket, his weight heavy on your body.

"apologizing doesn't make you weak, you know. you're not losing anything – toji, we're not competing over anything. it would simply show that..." you take a big breath in, and let a big one out. "it would show that you do care. that you listen to me, that you want me here."

somebody laughs in the distance. toji smells so good. you close your eyes and focus on what you're about to say.

"it's okay for it to be hard, i don't expect you to spill it right away but it is important to me. i need to know that you're not just dusting away my feelings just because you find them difficult to deal with."

pulling your one hand from under the covers, you let it dig into his wet dark locks. your shampoo, his shampoo.

"but if they are too difficult to deal with..." you trail off, your own thought making more tears fall from the corners of your eyes. he buries his forehead into your body as you play with the hair on the nape of his neck and you feel his fingers digging into your blanket.

"don't say that... fuck– please, don't say that."

"i can't do it like this, toji. i'm not gonna apologize for being emotional. i'm not gonna apologize for being myself, for being alive." you hiccup. "i'm not gonna apologize for not being a brick fucking wall."

"i know, sweetheart, i know."

"do you?"

his teeth sink into his bottom lip and he thinks about your smile. about how your eyes shine in the warm sunlight. how you cling to him even when in your sleep. how you keep ruffling his hair even though he pretends to hate it. how cute you look when you steal his massive sweatshirts. how comforting your voice sounds, how well your hand fits into his. how intently you always listen to him, how you wash his back after a long day at work. how stupid your jokes are. and how much he lo—

...

how much he loves you.

your fingers comb through his hair and you're still coddling him despite the fact that you're upset. and sad, and angry. he thinks about how he doesn't deserve you. how you'd be better off with someone else.

he feels you falter, just a bit, and he knows he's wasting time. you're tired and you want to sleep and you want to feel his love. you want to hear it. and nothing gets to be more important than you. he makes that promise in his head, in his heart.

his sun, his moon, his stars. the smell of coffee in the morning and the feeling of your arms around his waist. his everything.

"i'm..."

fuck.

you turn your body, now fully laying on your back, and pull his head against your chest. he listens to your heartbeat and his hands snake around your middle.

"i love you."

he knows for a fact that you're too good for him.

he hasn't even said it yet but you're determined to let him know how you feel. he knows it's not meant as an encouragement either – you're completely bare before him; honest and straightforward, meagerly waiting for him to do the same. hoping he'll do the same. he's not stupid, he knows your patience is running low but you're still trying. still giving him the chance to do right by you because you want him to do right by you.

he gives you a squeeze, nuzzling his face into chest as if he could somehow reach your ribcage that way. he knows his rough hands have to work overtime to hold your big delicate heart and he's scared.

but your heart is probably scared too, isn't it? wouldn't it be scary to be held by these calloused hands; hands that only know pain and hurt?

this is how it goes. you're both scared and you'll both hold each other. whispering praise into the other's ears, regardless of the fear of getting hurt. trust – it's about trust.

i love you. you make me feel safe. stay with me. let me get that for you. let's shower together. i made you coffee. i want you to come with me. hold my hand. kiss me. hug me. hold me. i want you.

i trust you.

"i'm sorry."

...

muffled, and spoken into your skin – it's enough. it's more than enough for you.

soft, warm hands cradle his jaw and raise his head from your chest. soft, warm eyes hold his gaze and he knows his on the right path.

"fuck–" a shaky laugh; his own emotions are swallowing him whole and you're the only thing holding him up. he watches your lips curl up and relief takes over. he melts into your touch and you guide him to your lips.

you hold him there for a moment – noses touching, breaths mingling together. "thank you."

a bear hug, a high-five, a burst of laughter. an ocean wave – intense, and a lot. freeing. the feeling washes over him and he lets himself sink into you. lips against lips, chests against chests, hearts against hearts; without parting from you, toji climbs onto the couch, resting his entire body on top of yours. you don't complain.

he breathes you in and you do the same. he leans to the right and you do the same. he keeps you close and you do the same. his hand kneads the soft flesh of your waist and your hand rakes through his still wet hair. it feels right. it is right.

toji scrambles to push the blanket from between your bodies, desperate to rid of the barrier that's keeping him from his beloved. his rough hands push your shirt up just enough to feel your skin against his. he sighs into your mouth and he feels you smile against him.

your hands clasp behind his neck, pulling him flush to you and you hook your leg over his hip. latched together, forged together.

"i love you." a murmur, accompanied by a kiss to the corner of your lips. he places another onto the curve of your jaw before hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

you turn your head and press your lips to his forehead. "i love you, too."

he's warm and his arms feel so good around you. he's heavy, borderline crushing you under him but you wouldn't have it any other way. you're also a breath away from falling off the couch but you know he wouldn't let you do that. not today at least.

right now, toji is determined to keep you safely in his arms until one of you is dying of hunger and thirst. absolutely nothing else will make him move – he just might let you piss your pants if it comes to that.

for the sake of love, of course.

[d0rothydraws]

Piercing

(You have nipple piercings and Sylus finds out. I might do a part 2 is people want it i have ideas.)

You never thought that you would be the kind of person to do this yet here you were. You were out with some friends, as one does. Maybe you were slightly tipsy, maybe someone planted an idea earlier that night. You didn't really know. All you did know is you were laying on a padded chair, shirt off as a man was piercing your nipples.

Now you knew you wouldn't regret it. If anything, you could always take them out and the hole would close eventually. But as the piercings healed and you got used to it, you loved it. It wasn't as uncomfortable as you thought it would be and also it was like jewelry only you could see. Well, you and..

The night Sylus discovered your piercings was a night you would never remember. You had been what some would call dating for a month or so. While you tried to take it slow because you felt like that was the responsible thing to do, things just felt very natural with him. Though physically, you didn't take the leap yet. At least, fully.

There were plenty of nights where you were on his lap. His hand between your thighs, lips on yours. Yet for some reason you didn't feel ready to fully reveal yourself to him. Call it insecurity or maybe even the fear of it all ending up being for nothing, like usual. You didn't really know.

It was your weekend off work and you came over to his place to destress. You had made plans to watch some movies, play some board games and maybe even finally if you were brave enough, take that final step of intimacy. Coming straight from work Friday night you were still in your work clothes as you arrived. You already had everything you needed at his place. A whole dresser of clothes, your own shampoo and body wash. Any toiletries. If you ran out, he restocked. It was like a second home.

Sylus was still out finishing up god knows what which meant you were alone to your own devices. A fresh change of clothes was calling your name. Moving through the house you entered a room that you continued to deny was yours even though it had more of your items in it than your own room in your apartment. Opening the dresser you pulled out a tank top and some shorts.

Maybe you were still tired from work, maybe you couldn't hear over the song you were humming. Either way, you failed to notice that you no longer were alone. You turned your head to toss your work shirt in the clothes hamper to be washed and in turn was met with ruby eyes. They weren't looking at yours though like usual. They were looking lower.

It took you a moment to realize, you pulled your bra off with your shirt. Not the best for your bra's lifespan. But the best for convivence. So there you stood, in front of Sylus. Topless as your little secret was exposed. You felt heat pull in your gut. This isn't how you wanted the big reveal to happen, but the look on his face made you feel.. powerful. He looked hungry. You even seen his adams apple bob just a bit as he swallowed. With just a simple action you made this man look like he was going to devour you. But even still, he knew you had boundaries. No mater how badly he wanted to touch you.

"My my, kitten." He said, his voice low as he tore his eyes away from your chest to look at you. "Now that is a surprise I wasn't expecting." His voice was teasing but playful. He chuckled slightly, raising an eyebrow. "I wonder if you have any other secrets to uncover."

You didn't know if it was the adrenaline of being walked in on or the look in his eye but your body moved before your mind caught up to you. You stood in front of him as you took his hand and moved it to your breast. Your heart raced as his fingers began to play with the piercing. Taking a deep breath to try and steady your nerves and quickly growing heat that was beginning to boil inside you, you took a step closer so his hand was pushed even more against the soft tissue.

"Why don't you come find out?"

That's all it took before his lips were on yours. His free hand moving to cradle your head as his other hand continued to play with your nipple. You stepped back. He followed. Another step back, and again. Each one until the back of your legs pressed against the bed. Pulling back from the kiss you looked up at him. He looked back at you, his eyes intense but waiting. He was letting you have full control, for now at least.

"I always wanted to try something." You admitted, feeling your heart in your throat. You motioned for him to sit on the bed and as he did you straddled him, not able to stop yourself from pushing your hips against his just enough to make him groan. You had barely done anything to him. You weren't even fully naked. Yet you could feel how much you effected him.

You curled a hand into his hair as you guided his lips to your chest. He didn't need anymore instructions. His teeth toyed with the metal, pulling slightly as it made you gasp. His tongue brushing against your nipple before he pulled it into his mouth. Your head fell back as your eyes closed. A groan vibrated against your skin as he licked and bit at your sensitive skin. After a few minuets he pulled back with a growl before he moved in on the other one. His hips rutted up against you making you moan. His hands moving to your hips as you moved back against him. It felt like he was devouring you.

You heard a slight wet sound as he pulled away from your nipple to lick up your chest and neck. Shivering as the air hit your sensitive, wet skin. A hand moved up your side to cup one of your breasts, thumb and finger playing with your piercing. His voice was a low purr that made your skin tingle.

"I'm not going to be able to keep my hands of you, sweetie."

~

I havent written anything in so long im tired im sorry. i found this prompt in my drafts and ran with it

[lvrhughes]

Haunted House | Q. Hughes

pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.48k

summary: Jack forces you to go through a haunted house with Quinn, leading to confessions from both of you.

warnings: none?

requested: no

not my gif!

“You got to come!” 

Jack was begging at your door, almost on his knees begging for you to come to some stupid haunted house with him. 

“Why? You know I don’t like scary things.” 

“But Quinn’ll be there, he can protect you!”

“Oh I’m so sure your brother wants to have to look after me.” 

Jack mumbled something under his breath, too quiet to hear before he returned to his begging,  claiming he’ll never leave until you agree. 

“I can do this all day, have fun begging.” 

It was a strong line, until he began singing. Serenading your neighborhood with the out of pitch tune, causing a few dogs to begin barking before you begged him to stop. 

“Fine, fine! I’ll go, just stop it!”  

The smile on Jack’s face was almost brighter than the sun, his arms wrapping around your waist quickly to pull you into him for a hug, whispering thank you’s and ensuring that you’d be fine. 

By nine, you’d talked yourself out of going, coming up with a fake sickness before Jack showed. Of course, why would he knock though? Walking into your house and scaring the shit out of you was his favorite part of having his own key to your house. 

“Jack!” 

Your heart was racing when he appeared behind you, looking over your shoulder at your laptop, which now lay on the couch from when you jumped in fear. 

“Were you googling fake illnesses to get out of this?” 

There was mock hurt in his voice, a hand to his heart while you rolled your eyes. 

“Maybe.” 

“Too late, you’re coming.” 

“Please-” 

“Nope.” 

Jack had dragged you to his car before you could speak, throwing the door open to shove you down beside Quinn in the back. Quinn softly laughed at the interaction, covering his smile with his hand while you tried to hide the blush from him. 

“Didn’t want to come anymore?” 

Quinn turned to look at you, making you scrunch your face in distaste at his question, urging him to laugh once more. 

“I was trying to fake an illness when Jack broke in.” 

Quinn all but burst out laughing at the confession, turning away from you again to laugh while you smiled at the sight. 

You’d always had a thing for the oldest Hughes’ brother, and when Jack found out he was adamant that he could get you together. Nevertheless when you begged him not to try anything, he complied. Not without bringing it up every day though. 

“I was thinking pairs for the haunted house.” Jack spoke, interrupting the peace that had settled in the car. “Was thinking of Quinn and pumpkin, me and Trevor, Luke and Seamus.” 

The nickname resurfacing every October, coming from the once Jack had bought you a pumpkin spiced latte and you loved it, making it very known. You glanced at Quinn, noticing the sullen look on his face, feeling your heart drop.

“Yeah, that’s good.” Quinn’s words shocked you, glancing back at him to see the soft smile he sent your way. 

It wasn’t long until you were stood outside the house, a soft breeze held a bit of a chill, forcing a shiver through your body as you waited. 

“Here.” Quinn was quick to offer, removing the flannel from his body and over your shoulders. 

“No, it’s okay-” 

“You’re cold, take it.” 

You knew arguing with him would be useless, having listened to countless arguments between him and Jack, so you stayed quiet. Thanking him softly for the flannel before slipping your arms properly through it, feeling the warmth of his left in it. 

“Okay, Quinn and pumpkin go first.” Jack deemed, speaking only when he and Trevor reached the front of the line. 

“What? Why us?” 

The thought of entering the house brought a little shake to your voice, feeling Quinn put his hand on your shoulder as you spoke. 

“We’ll be fine, we got to show them.” Quinn whispered, his head resting on your shoulder now as he leaned to speak, ushering you forwards once you nodded. 

Jack sent a goofy smile and wave your way as you glanced back, leaving you to flip him off before walking in beside Quinn. 

The entrance was dark, only slivers of light seeping to just cover the floor, Quinn walked ahead, his hand reaching back for yours within seconds of the door closing. You took his hand quickly, letting him pull you beside him so his arm could wrap around your shoulders. There was rattling and flashing lights, the room quickly darkening the further in Quinn led. 

The sounds of chainsaws filled the halls as Quinn tried to find his way, keeping his hold on you while he turned down another hall. The shaking of bars beside you grabbed your attention, letting out a scream when a hand reached for you. 

“Baby, it’s okay.” Quinn had you wrapped in his arms quicker than you could think, continuing to whisper calming words to you. 

“Are we at the end?” 

Quinn was staring at you with wide eyes, his pupils blown as he shook his head, indicating no. He moved slowly, maneuvering your body to walk in front of his with his arms around your shoulders. He walked slowly, letting you walk at whatever speed you decided while keeping his eyes open for anything that could scare you. 

The end came quickly, Quinn whispering tips to you about where to go and what to expect. His hold on you never falling, keeping your body against his the entire walk, whispering reassuring words every so often. 

“Quinn?” 

Your voice was almost a whisper as you walked through the door, seeing the night sky again, lit with all the stars. 

“Hmm?” He hummed a response, turning your body to face his. 

“Why’d you call me baby?” 

A dark blush covered his cheeks, his face almost a beet red now while his hand reached to scratch the back of his neck. He stumbled over a few words, trying to think up a logical explanation before letting out a soft sigh, returning his hands to your waist where they had laid before. 

“Because that’s what I want to call you,” He took a breath, “I want to be the one who gets to hold you at night, I want to be yours.” 

“Quinn.” He shook his head as you whispered his name, shifting his hold on you to pull you in closer. 

“It’s okay, I know you like Jack.” 

You almost burst out laughing at the words, staring at him with a dumbfounded look instead, which he returned quickly. 

“I don’t like Jack, Quinn, I’ve liked you since Jack introduced us.” 

His eyes widened at the confession, leaning back as if to see more of you before moving to cup your face. 

“Are you serious?” 

His tone was filled with disbelief while you laughed out a yes, moving your hands to run through the hair at the nape of his neck, softly tugging on the chain he wore while you moved. 

Quinn was quick to move after you spoke, pressing a kiss to your lips instantly. His touch making your body melt into his, letting his arms hold you up while you continued threading your hands in his hair. 

“HOLY SHIT.” 

The screams of Jack and Trevor filled the moment, urging you to pull back from Quinn to see them running from the house, headed directly for you. 

“Oh so you finally made a move?” 

Jack’s tone was filled with attitude, his hand landing on his hips as he stared down his brother, leaving Trevor panting behind. Quinn simply rolled his eyes, pulling your body flush against his once more before more screaming filled the air. 

Looking up to see Luke and Seamus running from the house, damn near clinging to each other as they ran towards the group. Luke arrived first, colliding with Quinn’s back, pushing you forward while he clung to the backside of Quinn. 

“That was terrifying, never again.” He panted, still clinging onto Quinn like his life depended on it. 

“I think even Pumpkin handled that better than you.” Quinn played, using the old nickname, before turning to his brother. 

Shoving Luke into a headlock quickly, ruffling his younger brother’s hair while he complained, not fighting hard enough to get out. You watched from the side, slipping from Quinn’s grasp when he turned to mess with Luke. 

“Hey on the bright side,” Jack spoke, gaining the collective attention, “Q finally made a move!” 

The collection of boys shared cheers, shoving Quinn around the circle before returning him to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders while his wrapped around your waist. 

“Let’s go home now, hmm?” Quinn hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you nodded, letting him lead you back to the car, calling for Jack to hurry up and drive you home.

[ultravi0lence14]

Don’t Delete The Kisses

dean winchester x fem!reader

1.2k | fluff

summary: dean couldn’t bare to leave you when him and sam went on hunts. but the thought of kissing you when he got back home kept him going.

the memory of dean’s kisses were all you had when he would leave for long hunts.

every time, you would wait by the bunker door as sam loaded up the impala, holding onto dean as he assured you that him and his brother were going to be okay.

you had faith in them, they had been doing this for a long time after all. but with all the times they’ve died, been brought back to life, and even sent to hell, you were bound to worry a little.

before he’d get in the impala, dean would always press a lingering kiss to your cheek, telling you that he would kiss your lips when he got home. you didn’t understand why at first, but dean finally admitted that if he were to kiss your lips before a hunt, he’d never want to leave.

the eldest winchester always was a protecter. being accustomed at such a young age when watching sam. so even though he knew you were more than capable to handle yourself, the feeling of leaving you alone in a massive underground bunker where he was too far to keep you safe always had him worried.

you never wanted to be on the battlefield, always wanting to stay at home with bobby, read lore books, and give tips and advice to other hunters when needed.

but bobby had passed away, leaving you in the hands of the infamous winchester brothers.

not wanting to leave the only home you knew at first, you were adamant on not leaving with sam and dean and living a life on the road. but after the bunker came into the picture, and dean crawled his way into your heart, the past two years had gone by in a blur.

sitting and waiting for the boys to call was all you did at first, but after realizing some alone time would benefit you, the copious amounts of books moving into the bunker became something sam and dean got used to.

before the phone would ring with sam and dean on the other line, you’d be found in your room, book in hand as you absorbed new worlds and forms of literature. when that got too much for you, you’d find yourself sat in front of a tv, a new show playing every other week as you went through them pretty quickly to sam’s concern.

but you would still have that nagging feeling of dean’s absence. it settled deep into your bones, having you miss him so dearly it almost hurt sometimes.

he was the first boy you ever truly loved, and you’d be damned if he was torn away from you.

so you waited. waited for the fateful moment when the roar of the impala could be heard. when dean would come down the stairs and instantly go and try to find you. for when he did, dean would not waste a second in crushing his lips to yours; finally getting the feeling of you close to him again.

today was no different. sam and dean had been on a case in missouri for the past week tracking a vampires nest, and you couldn’t wait until they came home.

castiel had stopped by a couple days ago, but he had to leave quickly when the angels in heaven needed his assistance. you were left alone, reading the lore books that you hadn’t picked up in the bunker while playing online sudoku with charlie.

you had ventured into the kitchen only a half hour ago, grabbing a small snack before finding comfort in your bed. a new book was opened on your lap while an episode of your favourite tv show quietly played in the background.

the calming atmosphere you had created was quickly broken as the door to the bunker opened, the sound of boots clambering down the stairs as sam and dean’s voices flooded through the air.

you smiled to yourself, sitting up in bed and patiently waiting for dean to find his way to your room. when the door creaked open, you couldn’t help a wider grin breaking out onto your face as dean’s tall frame stood in your doorway.

he didn’t waste a second. coming to you in two long strides as he pushed you back onto the bed and smashed his lips onto yours. his hands found a home on your face as yours quickly went to his hair, threading your fingers through the strands as his moved from your cheeks down to your shoulders.

breathing in heavily as you pulled away, dean moved off of you so he could lean against the head rest of your bed. moving to pull you forward until you were attached to his side.

dean’s lips instantly went to your forehead, placing a delicate kiss before resting his head on yours. “god baby, i missed you so fucking much.” he all but breathed out, allowing you to curl deeper into his side.

placing a kiss on the inside of his arm, which was wrapped around your shoulder, you lifted your head so you could properly look into his eyes. “i missed you too. far too much than i should’ve actually.”

all dean did was laugh, shaking his head as he moved his chin to rest on top of your head. “thought sam was going to punch me for how much i was talking about you.” all you could do was lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips, slightly leaning back so your faces were close. “that makes us even then.”

for the next couple of hours, you and dean just calmly rested in your bed, quietly talking to each other about the case and what you had been doing for the past week.

the two of you could’ve stayed there forever if it wasn’t for sam peaking his head in and asking what you two wanted for dinner. when you all agreed on something, sam offered to go pick it up, promptly leaving as you moved to get off of dean’s chest.

“thinking of making some cookies for dessert, wanna join me?” you sat on the edge of the bed, dean reaching over to wrap his arm around your waist. only moving to rest his chin on your shoulder after your proposal of a sweet treat. “i’d be stupid to say no. cmon sweetheart, sam will be back soon.”

that’s how you spent the rest of your evening. baking with dean as you waited for sam to come back with dinner. ending the night as you and dean watched a movie to help you fall asleep.

dean looked down at your sleeping frame, stroking his fingertips up and down your arm as he wondered how he got so lucky.

he had a place to stay, his brother helping him fight the supernatural, and his girl by his side. what more could dean possibly want in life?

dean sometimes found himself thinking back to all those years ago, when he broke into sam’s apartment at stanford to bring him back into the hunting life. he was a 26 year old who spent his time with meaningless one night stands, leaving them in the morning and spending his energy on finding his dad. back then, dean didn’t think his life would get this good.

brushing your hair back from your face, dean realized he wanted to cherish each moment he got to kiss your lips. he wanted to remember what it was like to kiss your forehead, or even the small section of your palm. for forgetting what it was like to feel your love seeping into his pores through your delicate kisses would possibly be the worst thing to ever happen to dean winchester

[cultven]

Hello!!❤💛

Is it possible for you to do a fic where reader keeps putting cat ears and little bows on wolverines head while he's sleeping. logan is so sick of it and deadpool keeps getting blamed for it.

Until logan finds multiple pictures on readers phone😂

The Midnight Fashionista

Wolverine X Reader

Content: Roommate things, Arguing, Some Cursing, Domestic bliss, Mary Puppins, Just lots of cute fluffy and funny moments, You and Wade being best friends forever

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Very very small Wolverine/Deadpool violence

a/n: Another cute, shorter request while I work on the longer ones. I love the random domestic requests like this lol. This one-shot turned out a lot longer and admittedly better than I thought, so enjoy!

The first thing you heard bright and early in the morning was Logan shouting Wade’s name from your shared bedroom. Not in a sexual sense, but in pure rage. He burst through the door, finding the two of you perched at the breakfast table. “I told you to stop doing this shit! Next time I’m fucking gutting you and leaving you on the street to bleed out.” Logan raged, fighting with the cat headband and barrettes tangled in his hair. The cherry on top was the two small bows on each tuff of his wolf-like hair. He was still in his pajamas, clearly just woken up. 

“Sorry, beautiful, but that’s not my doing. It is a good look on you though.” Wade cooed through mouthfuls of cereal. 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t fucking believe you.” 

“No, I’m being serious! That is a wonderful look for the Wolverine. Very cutesy.” 

“I’m going to fucking kill you, you freak of nature.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

You were just sitting silently, giggling at the banter. The cute accessories were of course your doing, but you understand where Logan is so adamant Wade was the culprit, it does seem like something he would do. You weren’t typically one for practical jokes like that, especially not on grumpy people like Logan, but you just couldn’t resist how cute he looked! The light pink bows and cute little cat ears paired with Logan’s beautiful relaxed sleeping face was just the cutest sight in the world. Your heart almost exploded the first time! Over the past week, your camera roll became filled to the brim with different poses and angles of Logan adorned in the accessories. Ever since saving the timeline, Logan has slept like a rock so you’ve thankfully gotten away with everything so far, but of course, the evidence is there when he wakes up. You know you could just take the accessories off when you’re done with your photo ops, but gauging his reaction to the mysterious bows is just so much funnier. Plus, the blame was always put on Wade anyway. 

Seeing as he wasn’t going to get an apology from Wade, Logan just grumbled patting your head as he walked past you, grabbing a protein bar, and heading back to the bedroom. You only smile innocently at the man before he’s out of sight, Wade turning to you suspiciously. “I know how fashionable Blind Al is with her matching tracksuits every goddamn day, but the bows are you, right?” You only smirk at Wade before taking a sip of tea. 

“Maybe.” You drag out the word playfully, watching Wade’s face perk up. 

“You backstabber! Throwing me under the bus every time. You truly are awful to me, peanut.” Wade feigns a look of betrayal, pouting his lip. 

“Hey! I never threw you under, Logan just assumed it was you because of your reputation. You did that to yourself, Wadey.” You pat his arm, standing up to grab yourself some more tea. 

“What’s gonna happen when I tell our hot-headed friend who is really to blame.” Wade rests his head on his fist, taunting you. 

“He probably wouldn’t believe you either way, but if you did,” You whip your phone out of your pocket, waving it in front of Wade’s confused face. “I wouldn’t share my collection of lovely photographs.” You gingerly put the phone back into your pocket before Wade could snatch the device out of your hands. 

“Oh em gee! No way you got those.” Wade’s eyes were practically popping out of his head, desperate for even a glance at one of the ridiculous photos on your phone. “I bet he looks like one of those really depressing kittens that people feel bad for!” Just as you were about to give him a taste of your photography skills Logan shuffles into the room, now decent for the day with casual clothes on. 

“Y/N are you ready?” Logan was leaning in the doorway. 

“Oh yeah, coming!” You reply, trotting over to the man offering him a sweet smile, one which he returned. It was Sunday which meant it was an errand day. Since Wade was a child when it came to his food selections, you and Logan were always the ones going grocery shopping instead. It was hard to explain to Wade that people cannot only live off of snacks and indulgent food. Well, maybe he and Logan could due to their powers, but you and Blind Al certainly couldn’t. You never minded going shopping anyway, especially not with Logan’s company. You enjoyed the domestic bliss of running errands together. “Wade, we'll be back in a few hours. We’re going clothes shopping first, lunch, and then food shopping. Don’t forget to take Mary Puppins out!”

“Aww, what!” Wade groaned, looking over at the two of you. “Y/N quickly text it to me before you leave, please!” He whined like a child, his hands making a grabbing motion out to you. 

“Text what?” Logan questioned, raising an eyebrow while looking between the two of you. 

“Just some stupid memes we saw earlier, Lo.” You wrapped your right arm around his left. “He’ll be ok without it. I’ll show you later, Wade.” You wink at the man throwing a fit, which makes him instantly pop up as if nothing had happened. 

“ ‘kay!” You just shook your head and led Logan out the door. After a few hours of nice conversation and peaceful shopping, you and Logan carried the bags up the stairs to the apartment. Well, Logan held the majority of the bags insisting on being a gentleman, leaving you with one small bag to carry. Unlocking the door you find Wade rotting away on the couch, one hand petting Mary Puppins, the other scooping handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. 

“Hmmhmm!” He excitedly exclaimed at your arrival, not making any eligible words. You only waved to him with a smile as Logan just completely ignored the man, beginning to unpack the bags in the kitchen. 

You kiss Logan’s cheek, “You can go take your shower if you want, I can do the unpacking.” His head craned down to look at you, a relaxed expression on his face. 

“You sure, bub?” You simply nodded with a smile, earning an appreciative look from Logan. He rubbed your arm, a loving gesture, before walking towards the bathroom. Once you were certain he was out of earshot, you made a ‘pst!’ noise over to Wade. His head shot over to your direction as you gestured for him to go over to you. 

“Look what I found at the store while Logan wasn’t looking.” You whisper, snickering as Wade takes the small objects in with all of their glory. 

“Holy shit! He’s going to look like a Barbie puked all over him!” He quietly celebrated, looking at your haul. There was a set of overly pink, sparkly cat ears, small butterfly barrettes that were also hot pink, and various other hair accessories for you to mess with your boyfriend with. “Oh also, don’t forget to show me those pictures, peanut! You’ve been edging me with that all day.” 

“Ew, let's not phrase it like that Wade, but here.” You unlock your phone and begin to scroll through the dozens of photos you’ve accumulated over the past week. Some blurry, some surprisingly high quality. You two were gawking over the photos, too enthralled in their cuteness, to realize that Logan had reappeared in the room, right behind you. 

“Hey Y/N, where’s that new shampoo you bought?” Noticing your lack of reaction or even acknowledgement of his existence he walks over to see what you pair were looking at. He immediately becomes baffled seeing the myriad of accessories and new ears laid out on the counter. What surprised him most of all was the collection of photos you were proudly displaying to your roommate. 

“What the fuck!?” Logan yelled, making the two of you jump. 

“I think I just peed my pants.” Wade warily stated, before turning around and waving. “Hey, big guy.” Claws can be heard penetrating through skin, leaving Wade to just yelp in surprise. 

“Logan! We’ve talked about this, no blood on the floor!” You scolded before he turned to you, immediately shutting up. 

“So it was you!” Logan exclaimed, not so much yelling in rage rather than embarrassment. His claws were now gone, not wanting to hurt you. 

“Well yes, but you have to admit you look super adorable in these photos!” You hold up your phone, scrolling through the many images. Logan just looks at the phone with bewildered eyes. 

“Delete those!” 

“But I worked so hard for them…”

“Y/N!” 

You sigh in defeat, looking down at the ground. “Ok, ok… I’ll delete them.” 

“Thank you.”

“If you continue letting me do it while you’re sleeping!”

“No!”

“Once a week?” You looked up at Logan with the best puppy eyes you could conjure up, pouting a little bit to play up the act. Logan only groaned, looking away from your pleading face. You were his only weakness and you knew it. 

“I’ll think about it.” Timeskip to the next morning you and Wade are sitting at the table once again, Wade throwing bits and pieces of his breakfast onto the floor for Mary Puppins while you mindlessly scroll through your phone. 

“Mornin’.” You heard a grumble. Looking up you capture the image of the Wolverine, still drunk with sleep, standing in the kitchen in nothing but boxer shorts and two small pink bows tied to the top of his head. As you sneakily try to raise your phone to get a good shot a hand with claws is pointed in your direction. “Remember our deal?” You only nodded with a small smile before putting your phone down and admiring the view. 

“I think I should glue some bows on your abs next.”

“Don’t even think about it, bub.”

[ramhaiba]

𝖢𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀

Pairing- Yandere Bokuto x Reader MasterList

"But to Bokuto. It’s not just a crush, it’s love."

A/N- this is one of my drafts, so this is shorter than most of my work (might make a longer ver. of this fic in the future!)

Everyone knows Boktuo probably has a crush on you. The topic of Bokuto’s childish crush on you is spoken like taboo. There is a nonverbal agreement between the entire MSBY to refrain from acknowledging it because of its harmless yearning.

While Boktuo’s a great guy, the idea of getting into another workplace relationship sounds displeasing to you since your last one ended in a disaster, causing you to quit your job due to the uncomfortable work environment. 

That’s why you pray he doesn’t ask you to dinner or anything romantic related because the sight of a heartbroken Bokuto would haunt your dreams. But that is your future problem-At present, Bokuto seems to be ignorant of his feelings because if he did, he wouldn’t hesitate to show up to practice, a bouquet in his hands, confessing his attraction towards you. 

Thankfully in the present, Bokuto just thinks of you as a good friend- a good friend who he can’t get enough of, a good friend who he wants to spend all his time with. Sure- sometimes he gets a little moody when he catches you hanging around other people but that’s just a normal thing for good friends to feel right? Right?

He’s doing it again, he’s completely ignoring every responsibility he has so he can talk to you. The second you step into the gymnasium, he’s at your side so fast that you think he teleported. Bokuto would start blathering about the more random things, details about his day, his plans for the weekend, and family events. But he always complimented your appearance, regardless of whether you thought you looked like a mess. The conversation was getting too long.

You could see in the background that Atsumu was getting impatient, hands on his hips as his foot repeatedly tapped the ground.

A setter needs to train with their team. But Atsumu can’t exactly do that if his teammate is busy chatting up their manager. “Bokuto, that sounds really great but shouldn’t you get back to pratice?” you told Bokuto, trying to solve the issue. 

Boktuo tilted his head, a naive smile on his lips as he said “It’s fine, we can talk for five more minutes. Atsumu can wait.”

That was Atsumu's last straw, his eyebrows furrowing as his fingers curled into a fist at his side.

“Bokuto, could ya please stop flirting with your little girlfriend? Get yer ass back to the court, we have a game coming to prepare for” Atsumu huffed. You glance at Bokuto, noticing his dazed expression, it seems like gears in his brain are finally turning.

“Girl-friend?”Bokuto uttered in disbelief, his arms slumped forward. When his yellow eyes looked back at you, you noticed a slight blush crawling on his face, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

“Bokuto-”

“I gotta pratice now, Y/n. Talk to you later” Bokuto interrupted, dashing back to the court. You looked at Atsumu, giving him the most pissed-off look because judging by Boktuo's sudden change in emotion- from happy-go-lucky to a bashful blushing ace, 

It looks like he finally realized why your friendship was so different from others.

But to Bokuto. It’s not just a crush, it’s love.

It’s all that stupid setter’s fault that Bokuto is acting all weird in front of you. The second pratice ends, you’re pulling Atsumu by his ear, dragging him to the locker room so you can curse at him.

“You just had to use the word ‘girlfriend.’ You ruined this whole thing, Miya” you shouted, cornering the blonde hair setter against a locker.

“Sorry- Sorry, c’mon it was in the heat of the moment” Atsumu huffed, averting his eyes in embarrassment. 

“God- I’m going to have to break that poor boy’s heart because of you” you sighed. “What’cha mean by that?” Atsumu asked.

“Well, knowing Bokuto- he’s probably going to ask me on a date. But I’ve kinda..sworn off of workplace romances permanently” you answered, the anger in your tone slowly fading.

Atsumu took a moment to think before opening his mouth,

“We can’t have him acting all heartbroken right now- a match is coming up and I seriously cannot set to a depressed Bokuto….So just make sure he can’t ask ya out then” Atsumu suggested.

“What do you mean by that” you questioned, unsure of what he was trying to get at. “Avoid him till this little crush burns out. If that doesn’t work, it won’t hurt to get a boyfriend, y’know?” Atsumu added.

You punched Atsumu’s arm for his last suggestion causing him to hiss.

 “You’re an asshole but avoiding him for a little while isn’t such a bad idea” you hummed. “Does that mean I’m forgiven” Atsumu huffed, rubbing his sore forearm. “For now” you replied.

—

Avoiding Bokuto was a lot harder than you expected it to be. When he attempted to greet you at practice, you’d straightforwardly tell him “ I have to go schedule the hotel reservations for the out-of-state game,” or you’d mention another responsibility you must fill. 

Either way, he would let out a noticeable pout every time you walked away, mumbling a weak “okay then.”

Then he’s trying to get your attention after practice, a nervous but excited expression on his face as he stands in front of you but you don’t let him utter a single word before reminding him that you have to go home quickly to do some laundry.

‘Laundry? Was laundry really more important than him?’

Bokuto wondered. He doesn’t understand why the love of his life is acting so strange. Maybe you’re not feeling well? Or you’re stressed.

Either way, Bokuto is showing up at your door, holding a gift basket, a big grin on his lips. 

“Bokuto? What's all of this” you asked, awkwardly as you opened the door for him.

“ Figured you’ve been stressed recently that’s why you’ve been acting so distant, so I made ya a little self-care basket.” Bokuto beamed, proudly holding the basket of assorted goods. Everything in that basket is expensive, you can tell by the popular brands of each bottle of lotion, candles, and sweets.

“ Thank you, Bokuto. But you didn’t have to do this” you responded, calmly as you carefully took the basket from his hand, trying your best not to come in contact with his fingertips.

“I don’t mind doing these things if it’s for you. I’m pretty sure I’d do anything for you” Bokuto laughed bashfully.

“ Well.. goodnight.” You mumbled, trying to close the door, but his foot interrupted its closing.

“ Actually, I was kinda meaning to ask you something”

Fuck- here it is, the moment you’ve been dreading.

“Y/n, after hearing what ‘Tsumu said on the court the other day, it kinda got me wondering about somethings” Bokuto commented, a bashful grin across his lips.

“W-what kind of things” you stuttered, trying to put up a fake smile as mentally you were dreading the worst.

“I think I wouldn’t mind- I wouldn’t at all mind being able to call you my girlfriend” Bokuto confessed.

Fuck- what do you do? He’ll be too upset to play for his match next week if you reject him. You’d be lying to him if you accepted his feelings and hurt him more when you admit the truth.

“Bokuto- I don’t think we should get into this conversation, it might distract you from your game that’s coming up” you suggested.

Bokuto leans his face closer to yours, only a centimeter apart causing your heart to race. “You look so nervous, Y/n” he pointed out, his fingers brushing over the apples of your cheeks.

 “And your cheeks… they feel so hot” he mumbled. “I-it’s nothing important, I’m fine You responded, swatting his hand away from your face, adverting your eyes from his unmoving glare. 

“At first I didn’t completely understand why you’ve been pushing me away, Y/n. But now I understand. It’s because you feel the same and you’re nervous about dating another co-worker. But I’m not like that guy, Y/n. I’d never treat you like trash. I’d never let you go” Bokuto confessed. He’s getting excited- too excited because he’s come up with a false reality where you’d reciprocated his feelings. 

“Bokuto, I’m sorry but I don’t- I don’t feel the same and I don’t think I ever will” you replied being forced to ruin his dream. His entire demeanor changes at your words. It was like a switch flipped in his brain. Once standing in front of you with a big grin now morphed into an emotionless expression, eyes dulling burning holes into you, fist clenched at his side.

“Are you saying I’m wrong?” Bokuto asked, trying to find out if he heard you correctly.

“I’m saying I don’t have romantic feelings for you, Bokuto. B-but I really cherish our friendship and I don’t mind still being friends after this” you responded. 

“I don’t want that. I don’t want to be friends” Bokuto commented, his hand curling over your doorframe, pushing himself into your apartment, every step he took forward caused you to walk backward.

“Bokuto, stop it- you’re scaring me,” you remarked, heart skipping as your back pressed against the wall. “I like you so much, Y/n. I really do and I think you could too. I just need to show you how good I can be to you-

For you”

[halsteadlover]

𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by @hart-kinsella: Basically, the fan fic could be set at one of Jay's Intelligence colleagues' wedding and mc is one of the bride's closest friends; the bride wants to set her up with one hot cop (could also be one who works on patrol). It could either be that the 'chosen' guy is not Jay, but then mc and Jay naturally connect at the reception (maybe through her wanting to avoid the guy she's set up with) or Jay being the 'set up' guy from minute 1 and them just meeting there (with the usual embaressement that comes from friends insisting you should get together) and hitting it off immediately.

• Warnings: curse words/strong language, mention of alcohol consumption, lots of tension and physical contact, heavy making out, suggestive at the end.

• Word count: 8.8k

• A/N: PLEASE READ ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+ DUE TO SUGGESTIVE THEMES. The way I was so excited about this fic but I reread it and now I hate it why am I like this 😭 Let me know in the comments what do you think about this one, I love you all ❤️

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you said to Kim as you watched her sip the champagne from her glass, her huge ring shining against the lights of the room.

She was radiant, a smile plastered on her lips as wide as you had ever seen her in all the time you were friends. She was happy and your heart exploded with joy seeing her finally have her happy ending with Adam, especially after everything they’ve been through.

She looked beautiful in her white wedding dress and you couldn’t hide the tears of happiness you shed when you saw her walk down the aisle, a radiant smile on her lips. Adam looked at her with eyes so bright and full of love it made you wonder if there’d ever be someone who’d look at you like that, as if you were the only person who mattered, as if without you he couldn’t even breathe.

“Of course it’s a good idea! There’s nothing better than a blind date with a hot cop,” she finished sipping her champagne and set it down on the tray as a waiter walked by, thanking him immediately after. “You don’t trust me? Have I ever let you down on the men front?”

You didn’t respond, just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay there might’ve been some unfortunate meetings but this won’t be the case. Please, please, please. I swear he’s a really cute and good guy!” She begged, putting on her cute puppy face that not even the devil could resist.

Little bitch.

You sighed and rolled your eyes and that was enough to make her clap her hands with joy. “Only because it’s your day.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise.”

The fact was you were already regretting it.

You had never been very good at blind dates, you hated not knowing who you were going to talk to and spend the evening with, you wanted to be able to decide first if you liked that person. What if you didn’t like him, or if he didn’t like you? It would’ve been very awkward.

Actually, it was. It was definitely awkward.

Kim had pointed out from afar a man who was talking to Adam—ignoring how the latter was watching Kim without ever taking his eyes off her even while talking to other people—and you took your time to observe him.

He was a tall man, from behind you noticed his ash blonde hair and a statuesque body that was embraced by a tuxedo. Without even saying anything, Kim grabbed your hand and dragged you towards them, ignoring your signs of protest.

You were so nervous and you hated it.

And it certainly didn’t help that Kim had made it her mission to pair you up with someone, since you were the only single girl in your group of friends.

But you were happy, you weren’t lonely, you were fine being alone and that was important, you didn’t need a man by your side to determine your happiness. You defined your own happiness.

“Hi babe,” Kim greeted her husband, who smiled before sliding his arm around her hips and kissing her. The two of them were so in love it was almost disgusting. “Sorry I was rude. Caleb, I wanted you to meet my friend.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you felt the man’s gaze on you. “Oh so you’re the famous Y/n right? I’ve heard so much about you.”

God please have mercy.

“I hope only good things,” you replied with a smile and offered him your hand, which he immediately shook. The way his eyes moved up and down your body made your skin crawl, and the smirk he had plastered across his lips as he looked at you didn’t suggest anything good.

You pulled your hand away, forcing a smile as he started to speak, and cursed both Kim and Adam when you saw them sneak away, both giggling as they left you alone with that guy.

As they say, a woman’s sixth sense is like a gift, it never fails.

And it didn’t even take half an hour of talking to Caleb to realize he was self-centered and you’d never see him again. He talked your ear off as if you’d known each other your whole life, focusing mostly on him, his work, the gym, his exploits. You nodded every now and then, just to give him the impression you were listening when in reality your mind had dissociated after the first ten minutes of conversation.

And by conversation you obviously meant monologue.

He didn’t ask you anything, and by nothing you really meant nothing, not how old you were, your job, your hobbies, in short the simple questions one asks when one is getting to know another.

You looked around bored, cursing Kim and yourself with every fiber of your being for letting yourself being dragged—for the million time— in a situation you didn’t want to be in.

You decided you’d never take a single piece of her advice about men ever again.

“Once, when I was still on patrol, there was a robbery a few blocks away. I was alone and when I got there the thief was already running. I’ll make this short but even the commander congratulated me…”

You were trying really hard to listen to him but every time you tried to pay attention, he was still talking about himself. It was hard to follow his conversation/monologue without being fascinated by some random spot in the room like the chandelier.

Caleb was a beautiful man, that was objective. He was tall, broad-shouldered, he had a sculpted physique, defined jaw, eyes as blue as the sky. But beauty wasn’t everything, not when his character was similar to a mollusk.

“Hey baby, here you are, I’ve been looking for you for a while,” a male voice reached your ears from behind and you almost had a heart attack when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. You snapped your head towards the man, finding yourself in front of one of the most beautiful man you’d ever see.

Forget Caleb, who the hell was this man?

You froze, having no idea what to say or do. Who the hell was he? What did he want?

“Sorry it took so long but the line for the bathroom was endless,” the stranger continued and you tried with every fiber of your being to remain impassive. Your body was tense as a violin string as you tried to subtly move away from his grasp.

Breathtaking or not, you didn’t know him.

“Baby? You have a boyfriend? Kim told me you were single,” Caleb exclaimed almost indignantly, alternating his gaze between you and the stranger. You thanked God he was a second-rate cop and had the detective skills of a hamster or he would’ve seen from a mile away this was the first time you’d seen that man around you.

“Oh, well this is pretty new not many people know about us, but we’ve been seeing each other for a while. Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company—”

“Caleb.”

“Carl. Thanks,” the stranger held out a hand and Caleb looked at it before looking back at you and walking away without a word, a furious expression on his face.

You didn’t even bother following him because damn, you were so relieved you got him out of the way.

The stranger’s gaze was on you even though he had removed his arm from around you.

“Well, I guess you need to work on your acting skills but it went well right?”

You widened your eyes, still confused about what the hell was going on. “Who are you?”

“Oh you’re welcome, I didn’t just save you from the most boring date of your life,” he smirked.

You continued to look at him, confused, embarrassed and unable to form a coherent sentence. Who the hell was this man? And why was he so breathtakingly handsome? And why did he just pretend to be your boyfriend?

He held out a hand towards you, a smirk plastered across his lips, acting like he hadn’t just pretended to be in a relationship with a stranger. “I’m Jay Halstead. You must be Y/n right? It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Jay? Why does this sound familiar?

You widened your eyes, not even trying to hide your expression of fear and shock. “How do you know my name?” You asked, taking a step back, ready to run away.

His gaze softened, understanding he must’ve really looked like a stalker. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I work with Kim in Intelligence. She mentioned you a couple of times and I assumed it was you since you’re the only one of her friends I’ve never met.”

Then you realized why his name was familiar to you. Kim—when talking about her job—had sometimes mentioned a ‘Jay’ and it was nice to finally be able to associate the face with that name, especially if the face was that one.

God he’s so hot.

“Listen,” he continued, raising his hands in surrender, a drink in the left one, “I’m not a stalker I swear—I came off in the wrong way. I just saw you from afar while you were talking to Carl, and you seemed to be in trouble so I thought I’d help. Let’s start over, shall we?”

You tried not to chuckle at the way he got Caleb’s name wrong and stared at him for a moment. He maintained eye contact, his irises locked on yours with no sign of changing direction. You had only just noticed how green his eyes were and you didn’t know why, but something inside you made you no longer want to run away.

You nodded and he smiled triumphantly and, God, he had one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen. He held out a hand to you again. “I’m Jay, nice to meet you.”

You tried to suppress a smile of your own and you clasped his hand. “It’s Y/n, the pleasure is mine.”

That handshake sent a spark up your entire arm, not in the cliché kind of way, but in the way that made you feel your body suddenly enveloped in a wave of heat.

He didn’t let go of your hand right away, but you didn’t care. You liked it, you liked the way his grip was strong, firm, confident, but his touch soft at the same time. You liked how his palm felt rough against yours but his skin was warm, a stark contrast to yours.

His thumb skimmed against the back of your hand before he pulled it away, bringing the glass to his lips with his other hand and taking a sip of his drink. All without him ever breaking eye contact with you.

This single innocent gesture left you breathless.

Did I mention he’s so damn hot and sexy?

He looked at you with curiosity, as if he had already decided that from now on his attention would be solely on you.

“This is the part where I have to thank you for saving me from an embarrassing date, isn’t it?”

His eyes flickered for a second on your lips as you spoke and he subtly took a deep breath, taking another sip of his drink. You pretended it didn’t affect you in the slightest even though your stomach had just flipped.

“You not filing a complaint against me is a great thank you,” Jay replied making you laugh, “and besides, I should be the one thanking Kim.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, looking at him with a questioning expression. “Kim? Why?”

“For setting you up with the wrong guy, might’ve missed my shot otherwise.”

You burst out laughing again and rolled your eyes. “C’mon Jay, is that the best you can do?”

“Ouch,” he put his hand to his chest as if he was in pain. “That really hurt, I may be rusty but I’m not that bad c’mon.”

You smirked. “You’ll survive officer.”

“Nuh, uh. It’s detective, please.”

“My bad, I apologize Detective,” it was your turn to raise your hands in surrender. “But seriously, thank you for saving me from whatever that was.”

He smiled softly at you. “It was a pleasure. You were a couple seconds away from pulling the fire alarm to escape, I couldn’t just stay there and do nothing.”

“Oh, so you make a habit of being a knight and saving damsels in distress?”

“Nah, only the ones that are worth saving,” he replied, and you laughed, feeling that anxious and nervous feeling fade away as you continued to converse—for real this time—with Jay.

“I could’ve gotten away with it, you know,” you crossed your arms and Jay’s eyes flickered, for a millisecond, to your chest, specifically the neckline of your dress.

“Please,” he raised an eyebrow, “if he had kept talking any longer you would’ve ripped your hair out.”

“Stop you’re so dramatic, that’s not true at all,” you rolled your eyes—even though it was the truest thing you had ever heard—making him chuckle. “What’s your poison?” You nodded to his drink as he brought it to his lips and took a sip.

A teasing smile caressed his lips and then it was your turn flicking your gaze to his mouth. You had tried to resist but damn it was so hard. “Bourbon, neat. Effective right?”

You raised an eyebrow, mirroring his playful energy. “Is efficient a new fancy way of saying banal and predictable?”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound so low and warm it made your insides squirm. “Probably,” he countered, “but it’s still a classic.” He slightly tilted his head to the side as his green eyes roamed along your body, lingering for a moment on your dress before meeting your gaze again. You felt every inch of your skin catch fire under his eyes and you couldn’t help but compare Jay’s gaze to Caleb’s, which only made your skin crawl instead. “But it’s not for you. I think you’re more of a champagne kind of woman.”

At that same moment, by pure coincidence, a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses passed not far from you. Jay stopped him and took it, before offering it to you. You blushed, before taking it, your fingers brushing against him. “Thank you.”

You lifted your glass towards him, a quiet smile playing on your lips. “To Kim and Adam,” you said.

“To Kim and Adam,” he repeated voice low and smooth. He raised his glass to meet you, the soft clink echoing between you. For a moment, neither of you spoke—his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. It was just a toast, simple and harmless, but the way he was looking at you? Nothing about it felt simple.

“So, you’re a champagne type of woman,” he smirked.

“Guilty,” you shrugged your shoulders. “But what can I say? I like little sparkle in my life.”

You took another sip of champagne and that time it was your gaze that roamed along his body, perfectly wrapped in the tux he was wearing—over the broad lines of his shoulders, the way his dress shirt stretched just right across his chest.

Man, he looked so good it had to be illegal.

When your eyes returned to his you noticed the way he clenched his jaw and the slightest twitch of his lips as he looked at you, as if he knew exactly what you were doing but didn’t mind a bit.

His fingers flexed around his glass and a sexy smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes shining like the moon in the night. He slightly tilted his head to the side, his index finger brushing along the rim of his glass in a slow, absent-minded motion—like he was thinking about something he probably shouldn’t say out loud. “A little spark huh? And here I thought I was bringing the spark.”

You giggled. Yep, actually giggled. “Oh yeah? So that’s what you’re doing?”

“If you’re asking me then I’m not doing a good job,” he retorted, with a fake sad expression acting like he just wiped a tear, “you’re hurting me so much tonight.”

“Oh, you poor thing, I’d hate to bruise that big ego of yours.” You placed a hand on his bicep and caressed it in mock comfort and, fuck, you had to use every fiber of your body to not squeeze and feel up his muscles.

He tensed under your touch, his breath hitching in his throat feeling of your hand on him.

His lips curved into a slow, lazy smile—the kind that sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he drew, his voice dropping just a notch lower. “I can take a hit. Besides…” His gaze swept over you again, slower this time—unapologetic. “Something tells me it’s worth it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the smile threatening to break free, but to no avail. He was too good at this—too smooth, too charming, but damn if it wasn’t working.

“Careful Detective Halstead someone might think you’re flirting with me,” you smirked, taking another sip of your champagne.

He shortened the distance between you, subtly and not too noticeably, but you felt his presence, his scent enveloping you fully, more than it had done so far. “Luckily I don’t care about anyone but the person I’m talking to right now,” he replied, “and they’d be right because that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

The air between you grew heavier—not uncomfortable but charged with something unspoken. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the noise of the wedding reception fading into a distant hum. You should’ve looked away, said something to break the tension, but you didn’t want to.

You’ve never felt anything like this, being so damn attracted to a man you were dying to kiss him, to touch him.

“So confident,” you murmured. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn’t, not when his mouth was not too far from yours. “And here I thought you were just being nice.”

He chuckled, his voice low and deep. “Trust me sweetheart, there’s nothing nice about what I’m thinking right now.”

You took another sip, hoping to steady the warmth curling low in your stomach. Why were your legs suddenly turning to jelly?

“So…” you started, arching a brow in an attempt to shift the focus back on him, “do you flirt like this with every girl you save, or am I just special?”

Jay’s smile widened and he took a slow sip of his bourbon before answering. “You tell me,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Do you feel special?”

Damn him.

You laughed softly, shaking your head and taking a deep breath at the same time. “You’re trouble, Halstead.”

He didn’t deny it. “And yet, you’re still talking to me,” he pointed out, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What does that say about you?”

“That I make questionable decisions?”

Jay let out another quiet laugh, but this one felt different—lower, warmer. “Or maybe,” he murmured, leaning in a bit towards you, “you’re exactly where you want to be.”

And the truth? You weren’t sure you could argue with that because he was right, you were where you wanted to be.

You finished the rest of your glass in a single sip because there were two possibilities, this or jump on him and you couldn’t already do that considering you had just met him.

He was throwing you off so much it left you speechless and it wasn’t like you. You didn’t know if you loved it or hated it.

He chuckled as he continued to look at you, as if he had just read your mind.

Your guardian angel, Kim—who you’d thank for the rest of your life from that moment on—appeared at that exact moment, interrupting the game of glances between you and Jay that was becoming too intense for your own good.

“Jay! Y/n? Where’s Caleb?” She asked, visibly excited and smiling.

“I have no idea, courtesy of my fake boyfriend here,” you nodded at Jay who chuckled sexily.

How could laughter be so sexy?

“We need to talk about your questionable taste in men Kim, what kind of rat did you want her to be paired with?” He joked one hand shoved into his pants pocket while the other held his almost empty glass.

“Hey, don’t talk to my wife like that, I’d say she made a good choice in men,” Adam suddenly intervened, wrapping his arm around Kim’s hips and pressing a kiss to her temple. The sight warmed your heart, making you smile like an idiot.

“So, you’ve already introduced yourselves,” Kim continued, alternating her gaze between you and Jay but with a sinister smirk on her lips.

You and Jay exchanged a quick knowing look. “Yeah, he saved me from the mess that was Caleb. And by the way, I’m never listening to you ever again Kim, don’t do that to me again.”

“You two look so good together,” Kim blurted out and giggled, visibly tipsy. “Don’t you think they look hot together honey?”

“Okay that’s enough, let’s get back to dancing,” Adam chimed in again, struggling to contain his laughter, before dragging his wife away.

Before she left though Kim came back to you and whispered, “I was watching you two from afar there’s so much sexual tension between you two that even I got turned on.”

Your cheeks turned on fire but before you could respond Adam finally dragged her away, leaving you alone with Jay again.

He let out a light laugh, and you turned your head towards him. “Do I want to ask you what she said?”

You shook your head, taking another sip of champagne as you still heard her words echoing in your head. “Nope.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyebrow raised. “Kim really does have questionable matching skills, I take it this isn’t the first time with Carl,” he said, changing the subject.

“You have no idea,” you rolled your eyes, “my brain can’t comprehend how she managed to match me with these men and not one of them was normal.”

“Well, have you thought that maybe they weren’t the problem?”

You gasped in fake shock and elbowed him in the side, and he pretended to be in excruciating pain, making you laugh at the show he was putting on. “I could arrest you for assault on a police officer you know that right? You’d look really pretty in a prison uniform.”

“You think I’ll look cute in handcuffs too?”

What the fuck?! Where the hell did that come from?

Jay, who was taking his last sip of bourbon, chocked on it and started coughing after the liquor went down the wrong way and, although you were embarrassed by the stupidity of that statement, the scene was pretty hilarious.

“You good? Should I call a doctor? What happened?” You teased him, trying to hold back your laughter but failing miserably.

“You know damn well what happened,” he retorted with mock annoyance even as the smile on his lips belatedly came. “And pretty wouldn’t even come close to how good you’d look in handcuffs if you really wanted an answer, but that’s something we’ll talk about later.”

You blushed, once again, from head to toe and hated yourself for this reaction and how easily he could see it. “Later? Who says there’s gonna be a ‘later’?”

He smirked down at you, and it was so sexy it made your head spin. “Trust me there will be.”

“You’re so cocky detective.”

Jay leaned in just a fraction, enough that the faint scent of his cologne wrapped around you—something warm and woodsy, with a hint of spice. “Only when I’m sure about something,” he said, his voice softer now, but no less intense.

His words hung in the air, thick and heavy, and you felt heat creep up the back of your neck. You could've played it cool, thrown back a quip, but the way he was looking at you made your pulse skip in a way that was impossible to ignore.

His gaze dropped to your lips again—just for a second—but it was enough to send a fresh wave of heat curling through your body.

“C’mon,” he said suddenly, holding out a hand towards you. “You owe me a dance.”

You lifted a brow. “Do I?”

Jay shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, I did save you from Carl. Seems only fair.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile that broke free as you slipped your hand into his. “Alright, Detective,” you quipped, “but only because you asked so nicely.”

His fingers curled around yours—firm, warm, just the right amount of possessive. And as he led you toward the dance floor, you realized something else: you didn’t want to let go.

The music shifted as you reached the edge of the dance floor—something slower, smoother, the kind of song that practically begged for two people to be just a little too close.

Exactly what you wanted.

Jay didn’t hesitate. His hand slid easily to your waist, fingers splayed warm and wide on the small of your back as he pulled you against him, close enough to send all your senses into a tizzy.

It had been hard until now, but this? Being so close to him that you could even count his eyelashes? It was devastating.

You couldn’t even recognize yourself, you’d never found yourself craving a man’s touch so badly, like you needed it to breathe, and in that moment you realized you’d only met the wrong people because, fuck, you were missing out.

“You good with this?” he murmured in your ear, his voice just for you. Low. Intimate. And there was something in the way he asked—like he cared, but also like he already knew your answer.

You nodded, hoping he didn’t feel the way your heart was beating against his chest. Your bodies began to sway in time to the slow music, like you’d done it a million times, like he wasn’t a stranger to you and you a stranger to him.

You didn’t know anything about the man, and he didn’t know anything about you, but you were so drawn to each other it almost drove you crazy.

As you engaged in small talk, you tried not to focus on how close he was—on how his thumb brushed against your back every time he shifted—but it was impossible. Especially when every slight movement seemed to make the space between you shrink.

He asked about you, what do you do for a job or in your free time, how old were you, how long have you known Kim, you asked about him and his life, and it was crazy how, even though you had known each other for literally a short time, you both felt comfortable talking to each other, joking and laughing when you both made terrible jokes.

“You’re really giving me a hard time,” he said, his fingers flexing on your hip.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, realizing how he was already looking at you. There wasn’t any trace of humor left, his eyes were staring at you, but they weren’t focused on yours exactly, they traveled along your face as if he was analyzing you, memorizing every feature and detail.

“Why?” You asked and his eyes flickered on your lips. He continued to caress your hip unconsciously, your bodies pressed against each other and with every slight movement you could feel the heat between you intensifying.

“Because I’m trying so hard to behave and be a gentleman but it’s getting really hard,” he answered softly, his voice raspy, his breath an inch from your lips. “And I hate not being in control.”

You stopped breathing for a second and a shiver ran down your spine. It would’ve been so easy to break that distance, it would’ve only taken a couple of inches and his mouth would’ve been on yours to finally satisfy that visceral attraction that was pulling you towards each other.

And you most likely would’ve let him do it if it hadn’t been for Kim who, with her usual perfect timing, had grabbed your arm, totally drunk and with a beaming smile.

“C’mon Y/n, we have to dance together!” she exclaimed loudly, jumping up and down with an enthusiasm you had never seen in her as she continued to pull on your arm without even leaving you room to protest.

Jay’s arm was still around your hip, though his grip wasn’t as firm as it had been before, and you hated to admit it, but you already missed that touch.

It seemed mutual because you felt him tense for a moment, his fingers reluctant to release their grip on you, as if he also hated the idea of letting you go. But eventually he did, slowly, the heat of his hand still burning through your dress and against your skin even after you’d pulled away.

“Don’t go too far,” he whispered in your ear, quiet enough to make it seem like a secret between the two of you.

And as Kim dragged you through the crowd to the beat of a more upbeat song, you turned to him and gave him one last look. Jay was still there, standing at the edge of the dance floor, his hands stuffed in his pockets, that intense gaze still fixed on you. He winked at you before you disappeared into the crowd and you almost tripped on your own feet.

Oh my fucking god.

Jay leaned against a wall, his hands still in his pockets, one foot placed in front of the other. In other moments he wouldn’t have waited to take another drink, but that night he wanted to be as sober as possible.

His gaze was fixed on the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, but not on everyone, his eyes scanned the people only for one person in particular. He cursed those disco strobe lights because, in those dim lights, it was not easy to find you.

But when he finally did, his attention was focused only and solely on you, not on the music, not on the world around him.

You were laughing now, spinning with Kim on the dance floor, some strands of your hair coming out of your hairstyle as you moved to the music. He should’ve backed away. Hell, he’d spent years perfecting that skill, knowing when to pull back, where to avoid getting too close, perceive when there was danger. But with you? It wasn’t that easy.

It hadn’t been from the second he laid eyes on you, when he saw you enter the wedding venue with some of your friends.

He didn’t know what kind of witchcraft you had performed on him but he seemed to not be able to stop looking at you. His gaze tracked the curve of your smile and the movement of your lips as you sang along the song, the flush on your skin from the warmth of the room, and the way your dress hugged your figure just enough to make his thoughts stray somewhere they shouldn’t.

He told himself to get it together—to stop looking at you like a creepy stalker—but it was a losing battle, he seemed hypnotized.

And when you tipped your head back, laughing at something Kim said, Jay swore under his breath.

He was in trouble.

Because the truth was, it wasn’t just the way you looked—although you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen—it was the way you felt. Warm and soft against him when you danced, your hand fitting so easily in his. The way you leaned into his touch, like part of you wanted him closer, even when you were pretending otherwise.

It almost scared him how he found himself talking, laughing and joking so easily with a stranger he had just met.

But he wanted more of that. More of you.

And that realization hit him harder than it should’ve.

Jay exhaled slowly, willing the tension in his chest to ease. It didn’t work. Not when you turned your head as you kept dancing, scanning the room as if you were searching for something, or someone.

And when your eyes locked, his heart gave a sharp kick, one he didn’t truly expect. And the way you held his gaze? It did something to him.

Your lips curled into the faintest smile—small, almost shy—and damn if it didn’t make something twist low in his stomach. He should’ve been the one in control here, but with just one look, you had him pinned. And the worst part was that he didn’t mind.

Not even a little.

Your attention was caught again by one of your friends who pulled you towards her as you belted out the song in the background, breaking eye contact.

He tried to look away from you sometimes, focusing his attention on something else but it was as if his eyes were attracted to a magnet, you.

And maybe that was the problem.

He wasn’t supposed to feel this, wasn’t supposed to want someone he’d just met with this kind of heat and desire curling through his veins. But here he was, eyes on you, mind already running a dangerous path of wondering how you’d taste if he let himself get too close.

He was about to move—to do something, anything—but then Kim grabbed your hand again, spinning you around in a dizzy circle. Your laughter rang out, bright and carefree, while Jay just stood there against that wall.

He didn’t belong in this moment. Not really. A guy like him—weighted down by too much baggage, too many mistakes, a very dangerous job—had no business wanting you like this.

But God help him, he did.

When the song shifted to something louder and faster, you finally pulled back from Kim, breathless and glowing in a way that had no right to make his pulse pick up. Kim was already dragging Adam away, leaving you alone again, and for half a second, Jay thought this was his shot.

But then, just as quickly, you disappeared into the crowd.

And that shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. More than it had any right to.

Jay exhaled, dragging a hand through his face. He told himself to play it cool, to just let it go, but the thing was, he didn’t want to let it go. Let you go.

And if he had anything to say about it, this night wasn’t ending until he found you again.

Jay pushed himself off the wall, his pulse thudding a little harder than he wanted to admit.

He wasn’t the type to chase after someone, not like this. But that night, he couldn’t seem to help himself. His eyes scanned the room, but the crowd was thicker now, people swaying to the music, bodies pressed too close.

You weren’t on the dance floor anymore. He knew that much. And the longer it took to find you, the harder it became to shake the restless feeling gnawing at the edges of his control.

Get a grip, Halstead.

He could’ve leave you alone. Should’ve, probably. But as he moved through the party he knew nothing would sit right until he saw you again.

And then, just when he started to think he’d lost you for good, he caught a sight of you through the open door leading to the balcony.

Jay hesitated, his hand curling into a fist at his side. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, all he knew was that the moment he saw you again, his mind quieted. And maybe that was reason enough.

Without giving himself time to second-guess, he stepped outside.

You were leaning against the railing, your back to him, the cool night air brushing against your bare shoulders. He let himself take in the sight of you for just a second longer—how the city lights reflected off your skin, how you tilted your head back like you were finally catching your breath.

You were breathtaking. So fucking beautiful it hurt.

“Wasn’t sure if I’d get another chance to steal you away.”

You turned your head at the sound of his voice, and there it was again, that little smile. “Something tells me you love a good challenge Detective.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, nodding. “I feel like the reward will be worthy.”

He moved closer to you as he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, leaving his hands there for a while as he let your scent engulf him. You then turned fully to face him and Jay didn’t miss the way your eyes roamed along his body, focusing for a moment on his chest, his arms, before looking back into his eyes.

“Oh so you really like me,” you joked, eyes still on him, slightly tilting your head but he couldn’t ignore the blush on your cheeks.

“Thought I made that pretty clear by now.”

And just like that, the tension stretched tight again, thicker this time but with the difference that nothing and no one would interrupt this time.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The distant thump of music spilled through the open door, but out here? It felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

He closed the distance between you, never taking his eyes off yours. He tried to pull away, but it was as if he physically couldn’t, as if he needed it.

“And here I thought you’d even left the party.”

“You’re hurting me so much tonight, I’m not that bad at hitting on you c’mon.”

You giggled and bit your bottom lip. He found himself suppressing a groan because, damn, he had never wanted anything so badly as he wanted to bite your lip.

“Well,” you batted your lashes, “you’re definitely making it hard for me to leave now,” your eyes flicked to his lips before returning to his and he told himself to calm down but, God help him, if you did that again he’d lose every ounce of control he had left.

“I guess you found a good reason to stay then,” his tongue flicked across his bottom lip and he couldn’t miss the way your gaze landed on his lips, again. The light was dim, not very bright, but he could see so clearly how dilated your pupils were and it drove him crazy, knowing you felt the same.

“Is that so?” You murmured. He leaned closer to you and placed his hands on the railing at either side of you, trapping you in his arms but not touching you. Your breathing quickened at the closeness, your lips parted slightly as if you needed air, and that was enough to make his pulse quicken and the heat in his blood spike.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he taunted

You let out a quiet laugh, warm and soft, and something about the sound made his fingers itch to touch you again, so much so that he tightened his fingers around the cold metal of the railing.

You took his tie—which had been dangling between you—into your hands, and Jay seriously thought he was going to collapse at your feet at any moment. You hadn’t done anything too dramatic, but he felt like he was going to have an aneurysm. Just seeing your fingers caress the fabric of your tie, how you played with it while you continued to look at him, drove him crazy.

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” you repeated under your breath the words he had said a few hours earlier. His hands were gripping the railing so tightly his knuckles were completely white from trying to vent the frustration he felt.

His fingers inched closer and closer to you, until the sides of his thumbs were brushing against your dress. God, how much he wanted to grab you, hold you and touch you, every inch of your body until the ground disappeared beneath you.

You didn’t pull away, if anything, you shifted closer, your warmth seeping into his skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked when he remained silent, staring at you while you continued to play with his tie.

“I think,” he murmured, his thumb sweeping slow circles against your pelvis’ side, “you’re gonna be a problem for me.”

The tension cracked, sharp and electric, and neither of you moved, like you were both waiting to see who’d break first.

“Maybe I want to be,” you admitted quietly.

That was all he needed.

Jay didn’t overthink it, he just moved, closing the last bit of space between you. His hand slid to your waist and made you stand upright, as he tilted his head down, giving you plenty of time to pull back.

But you didn’t.

You stayed right there, your breath warm against his skin as your fingers curled into the front of his shirt.

“You’re making this impossible,” he said, his voice rougher now, low enough that only you could hear. His fingers flexed against your waist, dragging you closer without meaning to. Or maybe he did. He wasn’t sure anymore. “I’m trying so hard to be good, but—fuck.”

“But what?” you interrupted, your tone softer, breathier than before. His eyes snapped to yours, and the challenge in your gaze nearly broke him. “What happens if you stop trying?”

His breath hitched. Jesus Christ.

Jay let out a low, bitter laugh, because you weren’t making this any easier. And the worst part? You knew it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked, as his fingers trailed up, just slightly, brushing the curve of your ribs. It wasn’t a question. Not really.

Your lips parted, and for a second—just a second—he thought maybe you’d call his bluff. But instead, you tilted your head, eyes fixed on his mouth like you were imagining the same damn thing he was.

“I really, really do,” you murmured. And that was it. That was the crack in the dam.

His other hand came up before he could stop himself, fingers grazing along your jaw, tilting your face toward his as his nose brushed against yours. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he admitted, no more games, no more teasing. Just raw, unfiltered truth. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t even know you but you’re driving me crazy. You have to stop me.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. Instead, your lips curled into the faintest smile, bold, knowing, and it only fueled the fire already burning through his veins.

“The thing is, I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, leaning in just enough for your breath to brush against his lips, “I don’t want you to be good or patient.”

The words punched through his last shred of restraint like they were designed to. And for a beat, all he could do was look at you—at the flush on your skin, the way your chest rose and fell a little too fast.

“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he warned, though it came out rougher than he intended, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, slower than necessary.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” you shot back, quiet but sure—so sure—and, fuck, he was done for.

He wanted to win that little silent race, to see you snap but the truth was that he had lost from the start, he had no chance of winning.

So, when he finally kissed you, it wasn’t an attempt.

It was slow, deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the way you tasted, in case it was the last time. The faintest hint of champagne lingered on your lips, but beneath it was something that made his heart slam harder against his ribs.

You kissed him back like you wanted this just as much as he did, your hands sliding up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deeper, making his jacket fall on the floor.

And Jay? He let himself fall into it. Into you.

Jay’s lips moved against yours, slow and thorough, but nothing about the way he touched you felt careful. His hands slid along your waist, fingers pressing into the curve of your hip, squeezing you like he was memorizing the shape of you. Every brush of his skin against yours sent sparks racing through your body, and the heat pooling low in your stomach only grew stronger with each passing second.

His palms flattened against your lower back, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between your bodies, until you could feel how much he really wanted you. He was warm, solid—everywhere—and the way he held you made your breath hitch.

You tugged lightly on the back of his neck. The muscles beneath your fingers were tense, and a shudder ran through him as your nails scraped gently against his skin. His breath hitched in response, and something about knowing you could unravel him like this made the heat in your blood burn hotter.

“You’re killing me,” he muttered against your mouth, his voice rough and frayed at the edges. His lips brushed over yours again, lingering like he was savoring the taste of you. But his hands, God, his hands, were anything but patient.

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up your spine, skimming beneath the hem of your dress as he went. The warmth of his touch against your bare skin felt a sharp, delicious shiver curling through you, and when his hand settled at the small of your back again, his grip tightened, so possessive like he wanted to keep you exactly where you were.

And you wanted to stay there.

You wanted more.

Your body arched instinctively into his, and Jay swore softly under his breath, his hold on you turning rougher, like he was losing the battle to keep himself in check. His fingers flexed at your hip, sliding lower, almost touching your ass before skimming back up, as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you most.

And when your hand drifted from his neck to the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric, you felt the sharp rise and fall of his chest beneath your palm. His heart was racing and the realization felt another jolt of heat spiraling through you.

“Jay,” you breathed against his mouth, in such an intense and desperate tone, as if you needed him and his distance hurt you, and his response was immediate. His lips crashed back onto yours with a hunger that stole your breath, and the slow, careful rhythm shattered beneath the weight of all that tension.

He kissed you harder now, deeper. His tongue swept along your lower lip, and when you opened up for him, he groaned softly, a low, desperate sound that made your knees go weak.

His hand slid higher, dragging up your side, fingers brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ribs. He didn’t stop there. He traced the outline of your body desperately, knuckles grazing the side of your breast before his palm flattened against your ribcage, holding you firmly against him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes, god, yes please Jay,” you whispered back and damn, if your breathy voice hadn’t completely destroyed him. He loved seeing you as desperate for him as he was for you.

He kissed you again. “You’re driving me insane,” he murmured against your lips, and there was no teasing left in his voice. Just raw need. “I can’t—If you want me to stop say it because I fucking can’t.”

The response to those words of his was the way you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his again. “I don't want you to stop.”

Whatever fragile restraint he’d been clinging to snapped completely.

Jay’s hands tightened on your waist as he backed you against the wall, pressing you there like he needed to feel every inch of you against him.

His lips left yours just long enough to trail down your jaw, his breath warm as it ghosted over your skin. He didn’t stop when he reached your neck. Instead, he tilted your head gently to the side, giving himself more access as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your throat and making you sigh in pleasure.

And when his teeth graced that sensitive spot just below your ear, you couldn’t hold back the soft sound that escaped your lips.

Jay froze at the sound—just for a second to control himself before he’d come in his pants. He groaned low in his throat, his mouth returning to yours in a kiss that was rougher now, messier, hungrier. Like hearing you fall apart pushed him over the edge.

One arm was around your waist as he held you so tightly it was almost impossible to move, while the other hand slid down, fingers spreading wide across your thigh. His thumb brushed slow circles against the sensitive skin there, inching higher with every pass. “Tell me to stop, and I will, okay?” he repeated.

But the way he touched you, the way his mouth lingered on yours, made it painfully clear he didn’t want to stop.

And neither did you.

“If you stop now, I might actually lose my mind.”

He chuckled before kissing you again as you pulled him closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss even further. Your hands cupped his face, his beard tickling your palms as he took your breath away completely.

He slid his hand up your thigh again, taking advantage of the slit of your dress to touch your skin, to squeeze it, to feel it, to press his fingers so deeply into it until they left their mark. He grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his waist, making his pelvis grind with yours and making you both moan into the kiss.

His lips trailed back down to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of skin he had access to. “I want you so fucking bad.” His breath was hot against your skin, and when he spoke again, his voice was nothing but a rough, desperate whisper.

“Oh my fucking god Jay,” you gasped, trying to keep your voice low as his hand slid on your ass, squeezing it until you almost moaned again. “I want you so much too… Please…”

His lips found yours again, a desperate, greedy kiss that only deepened the ache between you two. There was no hesitation, no slowing down. Every touch, every movement, felt like a need that couldn’t be contained. You could feel the heat rising between you, consuming both of you in a way that made everything else fade.

His hard dick pressed into you, and the pressure made your breath hitch, another moan escaping as you started to grind into him again. His mouth left yours only long enough to whisper your name, low, rough, like a command.

“God, I need to feel you,” he muttered against your skin, like he was about to break. His teeth grazed your ear before his lips closed around the sensitive spot just below it, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped again. It only turned him on even more, his hands moving and exploring every inch of you, as though he couldn’t get enough.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, his back, his chest, pulling him even closer, matching the urgency of his movements. You wanted to rip that shirt off of him, you wanted to feel his skin under your fingers, touch him everywhere.

His lips trailed down to the curve of your shoulder, sucking gently as the strap of your dress slid down. The sensation made you pulse race beyond imagination, and you found yourself tugging at his shirt, eager to feel more of him.

“Jay, fuck,” you breathed again, voice trembling, and you pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips together with the kind of hunger that mirrored his own. The kiss was messy, full of heat and need, and you lost yourself in it. You bit his lower lip, sucking it and making him groan. And, fucking hell, the sound was so sexy you felt it directly in your lower regions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Y/n,” he muttered desperately. His fingers brushing over the lace of your underwear before slipping inside, feeling how wet you were. The contact was electric, and the sharp moan you let out almost made him come in his pants. “Is this okay?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes, shit… Oh… Oh god Jay you feel so good please don’t stop,” you moaned, your body moving on instinct, a desperate need for more, and the words only seemed to unravel him further.

There was no turning back now, and for once in your life, it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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Bi-Han accidentally Holds your hand while a Mission

A/n: Alright, raise your hand if you remember that little poll I made and the winner was the "Bi-Han accidentally Holds your hand while a Mission" fic? This was a long time coming. But I will admit, there's more than just hand holding.

Tags: One-Shot, Pre Mk1, Mk1 AU, MK1, Drabble, Bi-Han x GN reader, SFW, action, fluff mixed with agnst

C/w: Mention of blood, slight angst, violence, grief, fakeout death

"Get down!" Bi-han yells as he grabs you by the collar and takes you down to take cover form the incoming fire balls.

You were on one mission to infiltrate a strange temple and procure some strange and ancient relic. And things were going....poorly.

The good news? You acquired it.

Bad news? It proved a struggle to escape.

The guardians have proven adamant about keeping their things secure. They possessed elemental abilities like your Grandmaster. You've never seen anything like it, you bypassed people who could shake the earth itself and others who could use the very winds to rip metal in half. But now your exit was blocked off by a group of pyromancers.

You followed Bi-Han as he darted behind a giant column big enough for both of you to hide.

"What are we going to do?" You say as you cling to the clung to the cool rock. You try your hardest not to scream, you don't want Bi-Han to see how scared you are. He chose you to come with him in this mission. Out of all other Lin Kuei, Sektor, Cyrax, Tomas, yet he chose you. One of the last things you want to do is disappoint Bi-Han by being scared.

Bi-han merely grunted and muttered something under his breath. You felt a fire ball slam against the column shaking it, almost form a squeal of terror out of you. A chilling light forms out of Bi-Han's hands. He threw an ice ball at them and then quickly ducked back behind the clouds as a fire ball flashed by nearly grazing his face.

His eyes darted from this way and that. Studying the architecture, looking for anyway out. The pryomancers shook the column with a barrage of fire balls, it wouldn't be longer before they shattered through it. He heard footsteps from approaching, more of these elementals were coming.

"When I say go, you run to that hallway!" He pointed to the nearby hallway from across the room, to get to it you'd have to. You nod frantically He waved his hands this way and that, the blue light about his hands grew bright and brighter as he charged up.

When it gets as bright as possible, he slams his hands on the ground, immediately a giant wall of ice springs out of the ground long enough to reach the hallway. It would give you enough cover from the pryomancers, but you don't know for how long "Go!" You waste no time. You sprint as fast as your legs can go. Already, the fire elementals began to assault the ice wall. It begins to crack and shudder under strikes of fire balls.

From across the other side of the room the roar of more elementals got Bi-Han's attention. Hydrokinetics, geokinetics, and more pryomancers race towards him. He throws another ice balls to the ground, creating another ice wall, blocking the front of him.

Your heart beats so hard you can feel it in your throat as you get close to the hallway. Suddenly, you hear the crashing of the ice wall that protected you from the pyromancers shattering.

You finally scream, covering your head as you avoid ice shards as they fly about the room. Bi-han isn't so lucky to avoid them. "GAH!" you look back as you hear Bi-Han scream.

He held the side of his neck, the side of his neck became quickly soaked in blood. "Don't worry about me, Go!" He growls.

You make it to the hallway, Bi-Han races to a staircase and runs up it, you are close behind him as the staircase leads you both to another floor. Yo your left are a row of doors and to your right is a balcony. You look over the balcony and see the whole army of Elementals spilling into the hallway. They see you; they race to the stairway to go after you.

Bi-han kicked in one of the doors, "In here!" He yells as he yanks you and forcefully guides you into the room. Yet another ice wall he creates to block the doorway.

It wouldn't hold long.

But it's a chance to catch your breath so you are thankful. It's a small room. There was a shrine filled with offerings and smalls stayed to signify some Elder God. No doubt this is a place for private worship or perhaps to perform rituals. Your eyes travelled around the room, noting everything, just in the hopes of distracting yourself for a second, maybe find a way to escape.

Your eyes eventually fell to your Grandmaster, his neck to be precise. Blood stained the side of his neck. The cut looked pretty nasty, almost fatal. Maybe adrenaline was the thing keeping him going. "Grandmaster-" you tried to take a step closer to get a closer look at the wound. "It's nothing." He is quick to dismiss you, but you could see it in his eyes. He was in pain.

Bi-han, meanwhile was at work breaking open a small window. Ice gathered around his hand as he grabs the sash that invaded the glass and rips it clean off.

He looks out the window to see the surroundings. The temple sits on a snowy mountaintop, below clouds gather, it obscures the earth beneath. On the side of the building, it is composed of very intricate designs. Most importantly there's a ledge, just big enough so that one person can climb on it... barely He looks at you and then back at the ledge. It's dangerous. Too Dangerous, you could get hurt. He didn't ask you to come in this mission with him because he wanted you to be in danger, he wanted to come with him because... nevermind.

"Y/n..." He calls to you. You stop pacing at the sound of his voice, you look at the now opened; you realize what he wants. You merely nod as you run to the window and push yourself through the small frame. What's the use of hesitating? If stay here, you die.

You step out of the window. The ledge is small, old. Is it gonna break if I step on it? You cautiously trail the ledge inch by inch. You made the mistake of looking over your shoulder. The dark clouds that hugged the mountain were dark, you saw nothing. Somehow that made you even more terrified. "Here." Bi-han held out the bag that held relic for you to take it. "Take this and get to the designated check point. The portal will open and take you back to the Artika."

You reach out and take the bag, you and Bi-Han's graise against each other for a second. You look into your Grandmaster's eyes and you see a mournful look in them. "Grandmaster, you'll be right behind me...right?"

Bi-han just stares at you, his frown grows and the mournful look in his eyes worsens. "Right?" You say again. Bi-han answers your question by going back inside the room and freezing the window, making sure you can't go back inside and no one can get out. "Bi-han!!" You gasp horrified. At that second you hear the wall of ice Bi-Han created to block the door explode with a shatter. "No!" You cry as you take a knife out of your belt and begin to chip away at the ice that coated the door, gripping the window frame for support.

You could hear a violent struggle happening inside the room, explosion as no doubt ice balls and fire balls were thrown, yelling, shouting, worse, Bi-Han crying out in pain. And then worse... silence.

You stopped chipping as you let the silence sink in. The blood in your veins run as you feel your stomach twist into knots. "no..." You say again, this time lower.

°°°

You felt the snow crunch beneath your feet as you ran down the white plains of the mountain, looking back over your shoulder in case you had any pursuers. The tracks you and Bi-Han had left when you first arrived here were now buried under a new blanket of snow. To say your heart was beating against your chest would be an understatement to what your whole body was going through. Your brain pulsed and thumped against your skull, your throat was dry, your feet ached. But you kept running. You had to make it to the portal, you had to get this relic back to the Artika...for Bi-Han.

You make your way deeper and deeper down the mountain, find your way into a Forrest of thin, snow covered trees. You take the moment to catch your breath, you fall against the foot of a frozen willow tree. Immediately you are reduced to a state of panting in heavy breaths. Your breathing was frantic, almost hysterical. "Bi-han..." You whimpering as you clutch the bag.

Your Grandmaster...this is horrible.

Despite the cold around you, you felt your eyes run hot. Your breathing is reduced to a mess of sharp inhales as you sight soon became blurry from tears, pain, and exhaustion. In the distance, you can make out the vague image of the portal, ready to open if it senses your presence.

You can go, you enter it and leave this hell and go back to the safety of the Artika...without Bi-Han, your Grandmaster. By the Elder Gods, you felt like such a failure. He asked you to come with him, and all you did was be a useless lump of dead weight. Had it not been for you, Bi-Han would've no doubt been successful and would already be back in the Artika.

This is all my fault, you think as your head falls into your knees. The tears are hot and fresh as you begin to try and think of what to do next. You'll have to report back to Sektor and Kuai Liang. You'll have to tell them the Grandmaster has fallen. That you failed him to keep the Grandmaster safe.

This is all my fault, you think, You think of going back, maybe try and kill them, at least of them, to avenge Bi-Han. But then again you'd fail. You clutched the bag tightly. By the Elders, you felt so lost. What do I do, you wonder as you lean back against the willow tree.

...

"What are you doing?!"

After moments of silence you, a stern and familiar voice immediately breaks you out of your grief.

Through your blurred vision, you saw you Grandmaster's face, worn and beaten with cuts. But that harsh frown still stayed in its place on his face. His eyes dart all around you, as if he had walked in on you doing some odd thing that caused him pause to process. "Grandmaster?" You gasp with a shaky breath. "Y-You're alive!"

"Of course I'm alive!" He hisses. "Did you truly think I was so incompetent?" You're too dumbfounded to speak. Bi-Han extends his hand out to you, offering to help. Something he didn't usually do, so you took his hand and got your feet.

"Uh, here." You say as quickly hand him the bag. Bi-Han grunts slightly as he takes, perhaps his way of saying thank you.

For a moment, Bi-Han looks at your face, he notices the tears on your face. At that second he realizes, you were crying...for him. Normally he would berate a Lin Kuai if he so ever sees any type of weakness such as crying. But he just stares at you, unsure how to even respond.

"We should get back to Artika, you'll need to get that checked." You say, eyeing the dried blood around his neck. Bi-Han silently nods his head in agreeance.

The walk to the portal is silent. Only the doct crunch of the snow beneath your feet filled your ears to combat the silence. Finally, you made it to the portal. It whirled alive, flashing yellow and red flames exploded as it opened.

"Grandmaster..." You finally find the courage to speak, Bi-Han slightly tilts his head towards you. "If you do not mind me asking, what is in the artifact?" Bi-Han looked down at the bag, clutching it tightly. "Something precious to our clan, something of my father's, that somehow fell into those elemental hands."

You nodded your head in understanding. By now the portal has completely opened, a circling abyss of darkness and fire now stood before you both. "Um, Grandmaster." You say again, this time more a tone a bit more shy.

"You can let go of my hand."

Bi-Han's eyes widen as he looks down and sees his hands still interlaced with yours. "I-" he started, he went silent as he tried to process this. His hands warm in you, he can't seem to think of a single thing to do. His eyes goes from you to your hands. Apparently when he helped you up, he hadn't let go of your hand all the way to here. How could he not notice?

Despite the tears you were shedding not too long ago, you found yourself fighting a higgle as you watched your own Grandmaster get frazzled.

He finally gets a thought in his head and rips his hand free from yours. "You will tell no one of this. Understood?" You straightened up, tried to act serious. But seeing the Grandmaster's face red hot with blush made it almost impossible to fight a smile.

"Here." He says as he shoves the bag into your arms. He keeps his face turned from you now, catching on to you noticing his red face. "I need you to keep this. I want you and only you to have this...until further notice." Bi-Han let's you see his face one more time before entering the portal. He gives a look, a strange look, like there was extra meaning behind his words

But before you say anything l, your Grandmaster quickly ducks into the portal.

...

Not much happened after coming home from the Mission. Bi-Han got himself treated, apparently the adrenaline was the main thing keeping him going. He immediately felt the pain when he got settled down. The healers said that he would be bed ridden for the next few weeks. In the meantime, his brother Kuai will act as the temporary Grandmaster.

You found your way up to your room in the sacred halls of the Lin Kuei Base and collapsed onto your bed. The frozen mountain tops were cold, but somehow the Artika was even colder. You wrapped yourself up the warm covers as you try to settle down. You yourself felt the physical strain of the mission took its toll on your. You felt tiredness rush throughout your entire body. For a few hours moments you just laid there as you tried to regain your strength.

You felt the weight of the bag in your hands. Weakly you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. You wondered what could possibly be in this bag, what could possibly be in it that would cause your Grandmaster to nearly die for. It's just an old, brown burlap sack. You felt something slightly heavy in it. You stared at the intently, as if you were expecting it to do something extraordinary.

After a few moments it did nothing, so you decide to open it. You felt a nervous chill rush through your body as you slowly pulled the bag open. A pang of fear and excitement courses through you as carefully open the bag and reach inside.

A red gem is what awaits you inside. Nothing that big or shiny, just a red gem, chipped away at until it was in the shape of a heart.

You try not to be as disappointed as look at it. This is it? This is what Bi-Han almost died for?

You look inside the bag again, and you found two notes inside. You pull them out, more careful than the gem. The paper the notes were on looked very old, like they were written decades ago. The first one looked the oldest. You read it carefully, it was a love leader. Something of my father's, Bi-Han's words ring through your head. In an instant, you realize this is a love letter from Bi-Han's father to his mother.

You read through the words over and over again. Bi-Han's father praises his mother's radiance. He tells her how much he loves her, how much he adores her. He notes every amazing thing about her, her raven black he, her shimmering eyes, her strength, everything. You yourself felt flattered with how love filled this letter was.

You look at the second letter, it looks less old. Like it was made 1 or 2 decades later.

My eldest Son, Bi-Han

One day you'll find someone, someone that you know you can't live without. That you adore without thought or reason.

Give this to them, let this speak for your heart.

For a few moments, look like an idiot as you fail to process what this letter meant.

I need you to keep this. I want you and only you to have this. Bi-Han words range through your ear. That's when it all clicked. You drop the gem and letter in your lap as you freeze, your eyes widen Bi-Han gave you a previous gem that belonged to his father, which was a gift of love to his mother. You felt the phantom warmth of his hand as this came to you.

Your grandmaster wants you to have it now. Bi-Han, the cold-hearted Sub Zero...likes you.

[nmakii]

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums. i love boyloser otoya

“dude, she’s totally outta yer league.” otoya frowned as karasu echoed his exact thoughts. “she’s a pretty, good girl, ‘nd yer… you. unless she’s goin’ through a rebellious phase, there ain’t gonna be a way.”

“i know… but, i wanna at least talk to her…” otoya pouted, admiring how you looked while you were having fun. you hadn’t even noticed your old classmate in the bowling alley, even with the micro celebrities of the japan u-20 accompanying him.

ever since blue lock started— and otoya and karasu met, otoya has never stopped talking about you— the pretty girl in his class who seems to be the only one who can make him nervous. even back then, he was never able to talk to you.

he’d talk to karasu non-stop about you. how you’d quickly fix your messy desk before class started, how cutely focused you looked when you were writing notes in class, and how you’d sneakily defy the teacher by sneaking a piece of taffy into your mouth for snack. he was able to notice every little thing about you. at this point, karasu knew as much about you as your closest friends without even knowing your face.

“come on, man. don’t make me push ya into her.” he teased, to which otoya glared at him. that’s such an uncool meet cute. he could never accept that being the first time he talks to you. “you better not.” otoya threatened.

“better talk to her then. if she leaves, and still doesn’t know who you are, i’m pushin’ ya.” karasu grins as he stands up from the seats, preparing for his next turn.

otoya rests his elbow on the arm rest. as his fingers play with the wool of his beanie, his mind runs at a hundred miles per hour as he tries to rack up a strategy of how to talk to you.

thankfully, he doesn’t need to, when a group of girls suddenly walk up to him.

“hey, you’re those guys from the game yesterday, right?” a few chirpy voices ask, and he looks up. to his disappointment, you’re not one of the faces in front of him. you’re still on your side of the alley, looking in otoya’s direction as you encourage your girl-friends.

“oh? yeah, i am.” he nods. sendou joins the little party when one of your friends pulls him by the hand, face flushed at the reality of meeting her celebrity crush. “we should all go out some time.” sendou smiles, excited to have caught the attention of such a pretty girl.

otoya nods in agreement, pointing you out to your friends. “what about her though? why’s she not here?” he asks, trying his best not to sound desperate.

“s/o? she isn’t too interested in double dates.” you friend explains. his disappointment is evident in the way his eyes downturn, but nonetheless he replies again, “we should still invite her, she’ll get lonely.”

your friends look upset at the fact that he’s so adamant on bringing you along, until he tries to compromise, “i’ll even invite our friends, karasu and aiku, along. that way you two lovely ladies aren’t so lonely either.” he offers, a seductive undertone in it which easily makes them give in.

being the ninja that he is, it wasn’t too hard for him to sneak away, leaving sendou to entertain all three of the ladies (which he did, happily). and, he found himself walking up to you.

“hey… you’re s/o, right..? i think we went to the same school.” otoya asks hesitantly, feinting nonchalance. as if he’d forget your name though— it’s never left his mind for what seems to be about a year now.

you nod, “yeah? otoya, right? great job on the win yesterday.” you give him a thumbs up as you congratulate him, and otoya swears that his heart leaps.

you actually knew who he was.

“oh— …thanks.” he replies. he’s not sure what to do— well, he knows what to do. this would usually be the time he’d ask the girl if she wants to see a real-life ninja descendant in action, but he knows you wouldn’t like something like that, and he doesn’t either.

he doesn’t want to dump water on this flame, he wants a slow burn that only puffs out when one of you (hopefully him) takes your final breath before the other.

oh, god— his hands are getting sweaty. why did he wear a bunch of layers again? oh, right. because japan is cold enough to make you freeze your balls off. how did he play football for 90 minutes in a jersey tee and shorts in this weather again? how can he ever go back to being the chill, ‘go with the flow’ type of guy he used to be now that he’s finally talking to you? fuck, now his back is sweating, it won’t be long until his hair gets greasy, then you’ll think he’s a weird sports junkie who uses deodorant as a substitute for showers—

“are you there?”

“…”

it’s almost funny seeing otoya freak out in his mind. he doesn’t show it though. physically, he just looks as if he’s disassociated.

when he’s pulled back into reality with your hand in his face, he’s still just as freaked out; his heart beating out of his chest, trying to wipe his sweaty palms on the underside of his sweater sleeve, and his bottom lip quivering to move, yet making no sound.

“wanna get out of here?” you ask, and otoya tilts his head silently as if to ask ‘why?’. he’s still trying to pull himself together, but you can’t just give him a break. “i mean… it’s pretty boring now that my friends are all over your mates, sooo… are you down? there’s this cool bakery that’s a must try when in shibuya.”

at the temptation of talking more with you, otoya is nothing but a sinner. but, the two of you being alone? that would make it more like a date, wouldn’t it?

agh, high school dating protocol is so stupid now that he really thinks about it… he shouldn’t put a label on anything you didn’t ask for. unless… you were subtly asking him out..?

pushing those stupid thoughts aside, he nods, not even trying to hide his elation. “sure. let’s get out of here. i’m sure you can tell that i’m the expert when it comes to sneaking away, right?”

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ANYTHING 4 MY FAV LADY ft various bllk & hq! men — them being your certified munches !

wc: 0.7k ノ cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. cunnilingus. praise. body worship. male masturbation. face sitting. overstimulation. teasing. hair pulling. use of pet names.

every time you post, he is the first to swipe up on your story just to tell you how fine you are, like your own personal hype man. and of course you entertain it, with the way he's showering you with praise and saying how you looked extra beautiful in the pic you posted that day, how could you not?

when he has you in front of him though, clad in a skimpy outfit he'd told you was his favorite, he's speechless. so bold over text but heart thumping uncontrollably now that he has you, a fantasy he could only pray would come true as he fucked his fist to the thought of you. when you tell him to "eat you out and maybe you'll let him fuck you" he's on his knees in an instant. you adore him you really do but it's an ego trip to see someone so eager for you and only you so you can't really help but tease him a little. he loves it anyway.

he takes his time with you, wanting to savor this moment. he hooks his fingers around the hem of your lacy panties, noting that the color really complimented you. god you were gorgeous. he could spend hours between your legs just worshipping you but he doesn't wanna keep his pretty baby waiting. "you're so beautiful, my love." he says with an overbearing amount of sincerity laced in every word. his cock throbs at the sight of your cunt glistening with your arousal, all for him? he wouldn't believe it if he was told so.

you gasp at the vibrations of him groaning into your cunt when he finally tastes you. even while his tongue is deep inside your spongey walls and lapping at your sensitive clit, he makes sure to let you know how fucking good you taste. his jaw may ache and his knees might be bruised from being rested against the floor for so long but he has to get you to cum over and over on his tongue so you know how much he cherishes you.

yukimiya, aryu, aiku, ness, hinata, hanamaki, bokuto, akaashi, semi, kita, osamu

who is he if he's not blowing his money on his beautiful girl? he's infatuated with you, borderline obsession if he's being honest. but it's impossible not to be, it's like you've hexed him or something. his mind is constantly spiraling with thoughts of you and only you, he's never wanted someone as badly as he does you.

his budget is unlimited when it's for your needs. pricy lingerie and silky dresses, all of it is for you. he acts frantically, the thought of you getting wooed over by another person frustrates him. so he spoils you in hopes he's the only one ever on your mind just like you're the only one on his.

when you cup his cheek and coo about how he's always so good to you with that playful smirk etching at the corners of your lips, he plays coy as if he isn't throbbing in his boxers at your praise. "no need to be so shy, baby. i think i should reward my good boy." you playfully jut your bottom lip in a pout and lightly pat his cheek. it's like the air was knocked from his lungs and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously. only then does he realizes he hadn't said anything when you screw your eyebrows together, "oh? do you not-" "n-no. i do. i want to taste you, please." fuck the effect you had on him was almost embarrassing.

his hands smooth over your hips and down to your thighs, laying awe struck beneath you as your cunt hovers above his face. "fuck you're so pretty, baby." he groans before attaching himself to your clit. he suckles on your sensitive bud harder, lathering it in his spit, ripping more pitiful squeals and small gasps from your lips.

he doesn't even want anything in return, just being smothered by your pussy is enough for him. even while he's painfully hard in his pants and mindlessly thrusting his hips into the air, it doesn't matter to him.

"that's it, sit on my face more. i got you, m gonna make you cum." and you do just that, tugging on his roots as his wet muscle slides into your dripping hole. he loves it when you lose yourself, grinding on him and using his mouth to get yourself off.

his pupils are blown wide when you let up, the lower half of his face covered with your slick from him messily eating you out. his chest is heaving and his ears are tinted with a red blush but despite it all he asks to have you on his tongue once more.

karasu, sae, kaiser, barou, atsumu, suna, kageyama, kuroo, iwaizumi, matsukawa

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Shintaro Yamazaki x Reader: Predawn

Anon request

The Yamazaki syndicate is full of weirdos. Hot weirdos. And amongst these hot weirdos, Yamazaki Shintaro holds the golden DILF trophy. It’s not like you had anything better to do than to gawk anyway. Fulfilling clan duties, cleaning up whatever you needed to, spying on Somi Park and the other ladies- what’s a woman to do with such a repetitive lifestyle?

Previously, the main objective for your presence was to carry the future heir for Yamazaki. However, before even meeting Shingen himself, news had spread across the clan that a child with reverse eyes had been born.

And so, to prevent your family from embarrassment for not fulfilling your duties, your days were spared working as- well- a maid. A servant, if you will. Not the brightest role, but it was something. And hey, at least your insides didn’t get destroyed by big, Tora Oni dick.

Anyway.

Today’s a nice day. It’s sunny, but not unbearably hot. There’s even a cool wind breezing around. What makes it nicer though, is that Shintaro’s blessing your eyes with his presence.

God, look at those forearms.

Could a man of his calibre be seduced? Probably not, but what did you have to lose? You’re scrubbing floors for crying out loud. So, shamelessly, you sit on your knees, looking up at the hulk of a man in front of you.

Shintaro isn’t stupid. And while he doesn’t care too much for his looks, even he can’t deny the amazing traits that the Yamazaki genetics has been able to carry. So of course he notices your bulging eyes. Of course he’s aware of your staring- of your drooling even.

The man doesn’t complain though. Your behaviour is… amusing. In the dead atmosphere of the syndicate, your presence brings humour. To complain would be to form contact with you. And, well, Shintaro’s adamant on thinking that there’s no need for him to initiate conversation. After all, he has better things to do.

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You swiftly wipe the bead of sweat from your forehead, and sit on the ground. It’s 5am- the sun’s not up yet, but you figured it’d be in your best interest to finish chores early so that you’d have more free time during the day. Needless to say, the morning was a productive one.

“It’s a little early, don’t you think?”

You jump at the voice beside you, heart thumping against your chest.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh god, he’s so close.

The man looks down at you with his default, bored expression.

“You're up too,” you say, voice cracking.

Ugh, how embarrassing.

Shintaro hums, and showcases the paper in his hand.

“Don’t you get bored with the same routine everyday?” you joke, shifting and fiddling with the grass beneath you.

His face turns solemn, and he seems hesitant, but after giving you another look, he sits down beside you cross legged. You grip on the grass a little tighter, sucking in a quick, quiet breath.

“Someone has to keep things in order, no?”

You suppose that’s true. “Doesn’t it weigh on you?”

Shintaro wants to criticise you and tell you how much of an honour it is for him to be in the position that he is. But in the wake of predawn, and the result of the restless nights he’s endured, the Yamazaki can’t help but feel a tinge of agreement. Maybe so, but it’s something Shintaro will never voice out. It’s just the sleep getting to him. Actually- he wouldn’t be thinking such ridiculous thoughts if not for you. Maybe he was right to avoid you from the beginning. Doubt clouds his mind now. He glances back at you, and watches as you fiddle with blades of grass.

“I suppose,” he concludes.

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A schedule breaks out, and you find yourself waking up early. Not to complete your chores, but to see Shintaro again. Time and time again, the Yamazaki joins you on the grass, and the two of you end up talking about nothing in particular. It’s mainly you doing the talking, but regardless, Shintaro listens.

He doesn’t say anything unless absolutely necessary. The man feels it too dangerous to even be in contact with you like this. His thoughts are never kept at bay during these predawn shenanigans. But somewhere deep inside him, he’s grateful. Grateful for the serene warmth you provide. Shintaro doesn’t complain. He doesn’t need to. Because slowly, even he’s finding excuses for why he’s sacrificing his sleep to be here.