#Wanna watch that boy have to find any excuse to avoid saying it every 5 seconds instead of every 5 business days like imagine the running

[byersandhighers]

Be glad Mike and El could only communicate through letters that took weeks to send and receive, season 4 long distance coulda been like this, which although infinitely funnier, would have made everyone involved lose their minds at a much more rapid speed

[kohanayaki]

.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 4

Snape looks back on your days at Hogwarts, how your friendship came to be, and how it came to end.

LINKS:   CH 1   CH 2    CH 3   CH 4  CH 5   CH 6   CH 7   CH 8

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Ch 4  .:Budding Feelings and the Beginning of the End:.

Severus Snape had made a lot of mistakes in his life, and seeing you again after all these years was forcing him to relive every single one of them.

He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, shrouded in the darkness and grim silence of his empty house. He never thought he'd see you again, and certainly not under these circumstances. When he'd laid his eyes on you in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld place he couldn't believe it. He, much like the rest of the Order (except for Molly, apparently) assumed you wouldn't be at these meetings any longer. After James and Lily were murdered and Sirius was thrown into Azkaban, you'd left London and headed to New York under the Ministry's alliance with MACUSA, hoping to help bridge the gap between muggle-borns and purebloods in America. He knew you had been back to meet Harry a handful of times, but he also knew that being in this city brought up painful memories for you, so he was as stunned as anyone else to see you standing there in the doorway, greeting them as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

He could see that traveling had been good for you. He'd heard through the Hogwarts circuit that you were back on auror duty across the world, taking special assignments from Dumbledore and the Minister for Magic himself. You seemed like you were doing better, but when you turned to smile at him he could see the hesitation and the sadness that brewed behind your eyes, likely his doing.

He desperately wanted things to go back to what they were before—

Before he'd ruined it. . .

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“Alright students,” Professor Slughorn said as everyone finished filing inside the room, “today we're going to be pairing off into new partners for the upcoming project.”

Groans and nervous chatter flooded the sound space immediately, no one very thrilled with having to work with someone new out of their control. You cast a glance over to Lily who looked equally displeased. You liked being her partner, you both excelled at the subject and worked really well together.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Slughorn said, waving the complaints off, “However, I am going to be giving you the luxury of choosing your own partners this time, but everyone—”

The energy in the room instantly shifted, everyone shoving around people to get to their friends.

“—keep in mind, if I see any slacking off or trouble brewing in these new partnerships I will not hesitate to rearrange them!”

Slughorns's words were completely lost among the commotion as people paired off before you could even get your bearings. Snape stalled as he stared at you from across the room; Lily had already been dragged away by Mary, and his brain was trying to work out how to ask you to be his partner.

Suddenly an arm was slung over your shoulder and you turned towards the new presence in surprise. You looked up to see Evan Rosier, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and his Slytherin tie loose around his neck.

Oh, sod it, Snape cursed internally. He was too late.

“Wanna partner up?” Rosier asked, a crooked grin gracing his chiseled features, “It'd be my honor to have the smartest Potions partner in class, not to mention the most attractive.”

You rolled your eyes at the praise. Evan was your friend, and he was nice to look at, but if he thought that you would be willing to do all the work for the both of you in exchange for some cheap compliments, then he had another thing coming. You locked eyes with Snape from across the room

“It would be your honor,” you smirked up at Rosier, “but I already have a partner, sorry.”

It took Snape a few seconds to realize what you were doing, but once he snapped out of it he made his way towards you. You almost chuckled at how robotic he looked as he did, clearly shocked.

Rosier looked between the two of you and rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart,” he said, letting you go and pushing you lightly in Snape's direction, “but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He sent a wink your way that left Snape's blood inexplicably boiling,

“Thanks for that,” you grinned, “and just so you know, I would have chosen you even if he didn't come up to me, so don't get all pouty about it, okay?”

Severus just looked at you blankly. Even after four years it was frightening how well you were able to read him; for a moment he was scared that he'd accidentally projected his thoughts to you, but he wasn't anywhere near that level of legillemency yet. He wanted to say something that had some semblance of gratitude but settled on:

“Whatever.”

To which you just laughed and dragged him to your now shared desk.

You really were something else.

“Now then,” Professor Slughorn addressed the room, “today we will be beginning the new unit on toxic concoctions, starting with the Draught of Living Death. If you would all turn to page ten of your books, we will get started presently.”

You turned open your book and Severus did the same. As he did, you noticed that nearly every page was covered in small notes littering the margins, with some of the instructions circled, crossed out, or modified. You were hardly surprised, Snape had been pouring over this book since last year when he'd stolen it from a fifth year Slytherin who'd been speaking poorly of you (that last part you were unaware of).

You turned your attention to the directions, reaching over to preheat the burner so your cauldron would be hot enough by the time you began. However, as soon as you lit the flame with the tip of your wand, your cauldron shot up into the air, hitting the ceiling with a loud BANG! before crashing down back onto your table, breaking several of the glass instruments that were settled there.

Your face burned embarrassment as everyone in the room turned to look at you in shock.

“Snape, (L/n),” Slughorn said, surprised, “whatever happened?”

“I. . .” you began, not knowing what to say, “I don't know, I'm sorry, Professor.”

“Quite all right,” he said uncertainly, restoring your table and equipment with a wave of his wand, “just be sure whatever that was doesn't happen again.”

“Of course,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the snickering around you. If you noticed the way that it stopped as soon as Snape sent a deathly glare at the culprits, you didn't show it. You reached down to grab your cauldron, noticing that the bottom was dusted in some sort of orange powder. As you turned it over, a note fell out of it.

You're welcome, (L/n). Sorry I couldn't be there for the fireworks~

J.P.

“That sneaky little, ugh,” you crumpled the note, growling in frustration.

“What is it?” Severus asked, peering over your shoulder to glance at the paper. However, as soon as you tried to show it to him it vanished in your hands in a wisp of glowing embers. You turned to look at Severus who was still staring at you expectantly.

“It was Potter,” you rolled your eyes.

Anger flashed in Severus' eyes before confusion replaced it momentarily.

“But that was your cauldron, not mine. Why would Potter want to mess with you?”

And now the anger was back again. Snape was used to Potter’s crew targeting him; bullying and suffering through minor hexes had become an everyday occurrence, but when he imagined them doing anything to you it was enough to make him see red.

“Ah, well. . .” you trailed off, deciding that telling him you'd yelled at the group of Gryffindors: 'if you jerks want to have a go at Severus you're gonna have to get through me first!' was a bad idea.

“I sort of, maybe, kind of. . . started it?” you said. Severus raised a brow at you. “Look, Potter was asking for it, okay? It was about time someone messed with him for a change. And besides, it was hilarious, even Lily got a kick out of watching that broom hit him in the head.”

Severus chuckled at that, a hint of pride welling in his chest at yours and Lily's shared distaste for the Potter boy.

“But that was the last straw,” you declared, grabbing a Sopophorus bean from the bowl in front of you and a knife to cut it as per the instructions, “I'm sick and tired of him acting like he's better than everyone else,” you said, stabbing down with your knife for emphasis. The Sopophorus bean jumped as you did, sliding out from under your blade and skidding across your cutting board. You huffed as you grabbed it again, placing it back down and holding it in place. “And he walks around with that little posse of his like he runs this school!” You brought your knife down again, moving your fingers at the last second, but the bean still managed to slip away, trying to bounce back into the bowl.

“This means war!” you seethed, grabbing the runaway legume again, now at your wit's end, and crushing it in your fist. It stopped jumping as the beet-red juice of the plant dripped down your arm, and Severus looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, that's one way to do it,” he said.

“Shove off,” you said playfully, throwing the bean in his direction. He dodged it easily, his smile growing.

“No, really,” he said, almost more to himself than you as he scribbled out the word 'cut' and replaced it with 'crush' in his notebook, “you might be better at this than you let on.”

You blushed at the unexpected compliment, backhanded as it was.

“Excuse you, I happen to be fantastic at Potions,” you said, grabbing another bean and avoiding his gaze.

“Right, that's why your cauldron exploded.”

“That was sabotage,” you shot back.

“I was talking about last week,” Severus said cheekily, taking in your flustered expression.

You both went back to your ingredients, eventually discovering that crushing the beans with the flat of a knife was the best way to extract the juice without them jumping. You watched Severus out of the corner of your eye as he measured out the African Sea water, adding it gradually as he stirred the mixture counter-clockwise. The elixir turned a bright blue color, shimmering as if light were being reflected off of it. He continued on with the formula, snapping off a few fluxweed sprigs before adding them and lowering the heat with his wand, hardly looking at the instructions at all.

You wondered where this newfound confidence had come from. Severus was usually so rigid and withdrawn, but right now he looked more at ease than you had ever seen him. A spark was present in his eyes as he worked that you rarely ever saw, and it made you smile despite yourself.

The rest of your potion making process went on without a hitch, and you silently applauded yourself as you watched the other students around you struggle to get their concoctions together. Even Lily seemed to be having trouble, though Mary wasn't really helping other than offering moral support.

You turned back to focus on your own potion, stirring it with the ladle and mesmerized by the way it began to turn a deep plum color. Meanwhile, Severus was cleaning up your shared station, looking over at the brew. His brows furrowed as he examined it.

“Just stir it a bit more,” he said, coming up behind you and placing his hand on top of yours, “the color is still off.”

Your face burned at the unexpected contact; Snape certainly wasn't a touchy person, so the act caught you completely off guard, though you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. Severus nearly jumped backwards, absolutely mortified when he realized what he was doing. It was him micromanaging more than anything; he was so focused on getting the potion right he didn't even notice he was moving his own body as he gave you the instruction.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling quite possibly the lamest he'd ever felt in his life.

“It's okay,” you said, biting the inside of your lip nervously and continuing to stir like he said. Your light response allowed Snape to relax, his shoulders lowering a full three inches. He'd been certain you would have reacted to his mistake with disgust or repulsion, but you didn't. What did that mean? You were utterly confusing. Despite how well you could read him, Severus was unable to get a read on you at all. If he had been, he would have noticed the tiny smile on your face as you stirred, silently wishing his hand were back on yours.

You and Snape stood at attention as Slughorn peered down at your potion, looking mildly impressed. He reached into his robes, procuring an oak leaf from who knows where, and dropped it into your cauldron. The leaf floated on top of the liquid for just a moment before its edges began to burn. It furled from the unseen heat, folding in on itself and disappearing into the inky depths of the liquid. Slughorn's expression lit up, his impression no longer mild.

“Merlin's beard, it's perfect!” he exclaimed, “in all my years I've never seen a pair recreate this potion exactly as you two have done today.”

You beamed at the praise, your smile only widening as you saw your emotions mirrored in Severus' face, albeit more subtly.

Over the course of your fourth year, you and Snape continued to excel in Potions, receiving much praise from Professor Slughorn and a lot of glares from your fellow students. However, there was something else that continued that year, and that was your increasing interactions with James Potter.

“I just don't get why you even bother with him,” Snape had said to you one day while you were in Potions. Your prank war with James was at its peak, and you were sidetracked that day in class coming up with new ideas to get back at him.

“It's a full on battle now, Sev,” you said, “I can't back down! Now, for my next one I was thinking something along the lines of a callback to one of his earlier stunts. Maybe get him back for tampering with my cauldron at the beginning the year.”

“(Y/n)—”

“I've got a few friends in Gryffindor, and apparently he talks about his prank plans way too loudly in the common room, so I have a head start on this one. They mentioned something about my shampoo—“

“(Y/n),” Severus stressed, finally catching your attention. You looked up at him, embarrassed at you rambling. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, “he's just baiting you. You know that.”

“It keeps them from doing anything that targets you, right?” you questioned back.

Severus didn't know what to say at that. It was true, ever since you had declared war on James, he and his stupid friends hadn't really bothered with him at all. Were you doing this for him? He didn't know what to do with the thought.

You were, of course, but you thought it better not to mention that in the last few months this had been going on, you'd also begun to find the rivalry and banter between you and James fun.

“Gather 'round students, gather 'round!” Slughorn beckoned the class over, disrupting your train of thought and putting an end to your conversation, “now, would anyone like to identify the potion in this cauldron here?” He gestured to a shockingly pink liquid that seemed to swirl on its own. Plum and periwinkle smoke wafted through the air above it in delicate spirals.

“That's Amortentia,” Lily said, “it's a love potion that's supposed to smell different to everyone depending on what scents attract them.”

“Right you are, Miss Evans,” Slughorn said proudly, “would you like to tell us what you smell?”

“Cinnamon,” she started slowly, “warm spices, butterbeer, sandalwood. . .” her cheeks reddened significantly, as if she'd made some sort of realization. “Th-that's all.” You stared at her quizzically but she just shook her head. You'd have to ask her about this later. . .

“(L/n),” Slughorn said, “would you be so kind as to do the same?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping up to the cauldron. It was captivating, almost drawing you in physically. “Wild lavender,” you said, smiling, your mother had a garden full of them when you were growing up, “rain when it hits the pavement, and old leather books.” Scents you wouldn't realize until much later all correlated with a certain person.

“Very different scents for very different people,” Professor Slughorn said, “thank you for demonstrating, you two. Now, we will not be brewing this potion today for obvious reasons. It is incredibly dangerous, capable of creating not true love, but unhinged obsession. What we will be doing, however, is studying its effects. . .”

“Strongest love potion in the world, huh?” Evan suddenly appeared at your side, “funny, I could have sworn it smelled just like you, although you wouldn't need a potion to reign me in~”

“Put a sock in it, Rosier,” you said, shoving him away playfully.

“Aw, come on, just one date wouldn't hurt,” he said, “I'm pulling out all my best lines here!”

“That's the best you've got?”

“Ouch.”

Snape couldn't help but glare at the Slytherin boy, not liking how close he was to you. Nice as he seemed, Snape knew how he could really be. He didn't think you'd be such good friends with Rosier if you knew he was knee deep in the dark arts as soon as the sun set on the castle. Then again, Severus wasn't one to talk.

Over the course of the year he noticed that you only grew closer to James, something that bothered him immensely. He was grateful that you had gotten his bullying to stop, but he hated that the way you had gone about it was to turn Potter into a friend. . .

“Merlin, he keeps looking over at you, Lils,” you said.

Lily and Severus looked over to where James sat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter in their corner table as usual. Somehow they always managed to be at The Three Broomsticks at the exact same time as your trio, almost as if they knew you were there. James Potter was, in fact, looking towards your table, until your friends not-so-discreetly turned to look at him and he diverted his gaze elsewhere.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes as you took another sip of your butterbeer.

Lily looked between you and James' table for a moment before turning back to you.

“Actually, (Y/n), he's staring at you.”

You looked at her like she'd grown a second head but then began to laugh.

“Is he? Jeeze, what a creep,” you said, but with affection in your voice that wasn't missed by Severus, “it's probably because I saved his ass the other day and he's still reeling from it.”

“Oh,” she said, a hint of what you swore was relief in her tone until she realized what you said, “Wait, you what?”

“Sirius and I were talking in the forest and we got ambushed by Malfoy's motley crew,” you said, “and Potter showed up because of course he did. It was just a little duel, no big deal.”

“What?!” Lily said, concern written all over her face, “they fancy the dark arts, (Y/n), you could have been hurt!”

Severus stared into his drink, unable to look at either of you.

“I'm fine, Lils,” you insisted, “and trust me, I don't think Malfoy's going to be bothering anyone anymore. Just show him a picture of a squid and he'll probably screech like a banshee.”

Lily laughed along with you, partially in confusion, until the first part of your statement hit her with a slight delay.

“Hold on, you were in the forest with Black? And did you just call him Sirius?” she asked, her teasing making your face flush.

“We just. . . figured some stuff out. . . It was nothing like what you're thinking, so drop it,” you grumbled, taking another drink to hide your embarrassed face.

“Whatever you say, (Y/n),” Lily sang, taking a sip of her own drink.

Severus felt jealousy bubble up in him like a disease. He cast his gaze upwards, his eyes locking momentarily with James'. His arch rival rose a cocky brow at him, his gaze unmistakably shifting to you and Lily before staring Snape down again. Severus took a sharp breath to steel himself, that feeling in the pit of his stomach never really going away.

That was the beginning of the end.

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[lovelykiri]

Yes, doctor

summary

You go to a doctor’s office nearby every year for your annual appointment. Every time a nurse comes out into that familiar waiting room you get a little nervous. You had never liked doctor visits. This time your usual doctor was out, and there was a fill in you hadn’t met before. When the doctor enters your examination room, you were pleasantly surprised. Denki Kaminari, the boy you had been fawning for all throughout high school, would be your doctor today.

female reader

both are adults, around 20-25 years old

h/n = hero name

content warning

medicalplay, bondage, slapping your pussy, degradation, punishment/reward, desperation, edgeplay/orgasm denial, dumbification, breeding, sex toys, thigh riding, y/n pees herself

full fic by spice🥧

After checking in with the receptionist, you sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room. You were a pro hero, and a pretty recent graduate from UA high, having graduated 5 or 6 years ago. This doctor's office was specifically for heroes, so it was pretty fancy to say the least. The reason it was only for heroes was so they could have specialized doctors and nurses fit to deal with quirks, and they were hand selected by the Hero Organization to handle confidential quirk information if needed.

You picked up one of the magazines from the table across from you and flipped through it, eyeing various support item ads and making mental notes of them to show to your costume designer.

"Y/n?" a voice called.

You looked up, and a friendly looking nurse greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hello." you said quietly, getting up to follow her into the hallway.

"It's an honor to meet you, H/n!" she said excitedly, as she led you to a small room to take your height and weight.

"Thanks! Thank you for taking such good care of us heroes."

"Only the best for the people who protect us from villains!" she said cheerfully.

After taking your measurements, she led you to another room.

"Here, change into this, and your doctor will be in shortly!"

She handed you a paper gown.

"Thank you!" you said.

After she left, you put the gown on and sat on the bed. You waited nervously, trying to remember if you were due for any shots, when you heard a knock.

"Are you dressed? May I come in?" a familiar sounding voice called.

"Sure." you said.

The door opened and you knew who it was the second you saw a flash of that familiar bright yellow hair.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"K-Kaminari?"

"Please! Call me Denki. We were friends in high school, weren't we?" he said with a bright smile.

"Y-Yeah.. you didn't become a hero?"

"Nope. Everyone at UA and in the pro hero world looked down on me. Well, except you, Deku, and Red Riot, that is. So I became a doctor to prove people like Dynamight wrong. Do you still talk to anyone from our class?" He asked, taking a seat at his computer and typing in his password.

"Yeah, Deku and I patrol together sometimes and Mina is still my best friend."

"Oh, Mina! I forgot about her. She was nice. Anyway, how have you been? Feel sick lately? Cough? Sore throat? Fever?"

"Nope, I'm all good." you said, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Are you okay? You seem.. nervous." he lowered his voice.

"I-I'm fine. Sorry."

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then we can get started."

He began to ask questions, your cheeks heating up more and more with every embarrassing question about your sex life, menstrual cycle, bowel movements, and so on and so forth.

Denki laughed suddenly.

"Look how red you are- calm down it's just me!"

You laughed quietly.

"Alright, well, I'm just gonna make sure everything's okay, and then you can be on your way!"

"Sounds good." you said, relieved that he wasn't asking any further questions.

He had stopped asking questions, yet that warmth in your cheeks stayed there as you watched him wash his hands and put gloves on.

He started by checking your reflexes. After you almost kicking him, he moved on to check your eyes and ears.

He pulled out his stethoscope.

"I'm gonna listen to your heartbeat really quick okay? Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable! Sorry, it's gonna be cold."

Shit. He's gonna be able to tell how nervous I am..

You tried to steady your breathing, but it just came out ragged, embarrassing you further.

He moved the stethoscope with a confused look on his face, before taking it off and putting it back around his neck.

"Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast. Should I refer you to someone or are you just nervous?" he asked, scribbling something down on a clipboard.

"N-Nervous, sorry."

"Oh yeah! You had a crush on me in high school, didn't you?" That explains it!"

"H-How did you know?"

"Mina told me. After we graduated, though. I never got to reach out to you about it, but I liked you too."

"Y-You did?!" you breathed.

"Mmhm. Now try to calm down a little so I can get some accurate measurements."

"Okay, sorry."

You took a deep breath, and he continued trying to get an accurate reading, but god.. he was just so hot, so concentrated, and he smelled so good..

"Hey. Y/n. Earth to Y/n." he said, looking up.

"Sorry!" you said again.

"It's not a problem," he smirked. "Come here."

And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss.

You gasped against his mouth, before melting into it, your hands finding their way around his neck, clasping in the back. You felt one of his hands wrap around you waist, the other still holding the stethoscope in place.

You broke the kiss.

"You gonna move this?" you asked, touching the hand holding the stethoscope.

"Why? You wanna take this further or something?" he asked.

You cast your gaze downwards as he pressed it harder onto your chest to the point where it started to hurt.

"D-Denki.."

"Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?" he said, laughing. He could hear your heartbeat steadily climb, he loved the look of nervousness covering your face, you desperately trying to form words.

"I-I want you."

"Hm?" he said, pressing harder. The loudness was starting to hurt his ears, but it was so worth it to see you flustered.

"P-Please! I want you!"

"Good girl." he said with a smile, removing the stethoscope and placing it on the table.

He sat in his desk chair, facing you with crossed arms.

"Undress please, I need to make sure everything looks okay."

"O-Okay."

"That's 'Yes Doctor' to you."

"Yes doctor."

You took off the gown and tossed it aside, facing Denki, who was smirking at the sight of your naked body.

He stood up and took off his shirt, followed by his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking through with a bit of precum already showing. He then wrapped you in a kiss again, his hands finding your breasts and kneading them until your nipples were hard.

You let out a soft moan as you caressed his face.

He pulled away.

"Look at you, making a mess on my table." he gestured to the wet puddle that was forming between your legs. "I'll have to punish you for that.

He pulled a roll of bandages from the cabinet and smirked. He bandaged your hands on either side of you stuck down onto the table, making sure you couldn't move them. Then, he bandaged your feet down onto the table, again, making sure you couldn't move them.

Your dripping cunt was exposed to him, and you could barely move.

"Dripping for me like a bitch in heat, I've barely touched you, princess."

"D-Doctor- please-"

You were cut off by two fingers lightly grazing your wet pussy, gathering your juices on them. He then stuck them in your mouth, causing you to gag.

"Suck."

You did as told and sucked your wetness of his fingers, your face a shade of red from embarrassment.

"Such a good girl, following the doctor's orders. Now let's see. I have to examine other patients too, so if you'll excuse me." he started to put his clothes back on, smiling while you looked at him shocked.

"Oh don't be scared. I'll be back for you soon. And I have something to keep you company while I'm gone."

He pulled out a small pink vibrator with a tiny remote from his desk drawer.

"When I found out you were my patient, I had a feeling things would go this way. I came prepared."

He attached the vibrator to your clit, drawing a gasp from you.

"No cumming until I allow it okay? See you soon, princess. Oh- and I almost forgot."

He grabbed the bandages again, and put them over your mouth.

"Can't let anyone hear you!" and with that, he left the room and locked the door.

You sat there, stunned, legs open, dripping wet, with a vibrator attached to you. It wasn't on yet, either. It was just sitting there. You tried to shake it off of you, or at least break the bandages, to try and get some relief, but they wouldn't budge.

And then it happened. The vibrator started at a very low shake, making you gasp once more, trying to close your legs to relieve the pressure.

Your head was spinning when it went up to the next level again. You were squirming, bucking your hips, anything for it to stop. But alas, it went up to the highest level.

You nearly screamed, but managed to stifle your moan. And then, it stopped.

This cycle went on for an hour, the vibrator randomly turning on super low, jumping to high, staying off for a bit, it was pure torture, and it wasn't enough to make you cum, either, so you just had to bear it.

About 30 minutes into this torture, you realized something even worse. You had to pee.

You were sweating, shaking, panting, face bright red, trying not to piss yourself, when the vibrator stopped and the door jiggled. Your heart nearly stopped, afraid it was some poor doctor who would have to see it.

But you were relieved to see your doctor slip into the room.

"My my- you're quite a mess!"

"MmhmmmhmmhhMMM!" you tried yelling at him through the bandage on your mouth.

"Princess, use your words! Oh wait- you cant!"

He detached the vibrator from your clit, and removed the bandage on your mouth.

"I'm gonna examine your pussy, okay?"

"Y-yes doctor."

You gasped at the feeling of his freezing cold hands touching your pussy lightly.

“Are you sensitive here…?" he touched your clit, smirking as you squirmed.

"Or.. here, perhaps?" he lightly circled your entrance with his fingers.

"Y-Yes doctor! I'm so- I'm so sensitive- please- give me an examination or a checkup please- I need to- I need-"

You were babbling, forgetting how to talk.

Suddenly, a hand came down, smacking your pussy. You moaned loudly, looking up at him with tears gathering in your eyes.

"Princess, doctor can't understand you. What do you want?"

"Doc-Doctor I- I need bathroom... please let me go to the bathroom.. th-then we continue."

"Ah, I don't think that's necessary. You may hold it."

"Doctor! Please!"

"No can do, princess. Doctor says no. Do I need to dumb it down more for you? Is doctor speaking too many big words for you to understand?"

"W-Why can't I go pee..?" you said in a small voice.

"Because! You follow doctor's orders, not your own. Doctor says no, you only listen to doctor."

"Y-Yes doctor."

"That's a good girl. Now let's start your examination."

He came over and took both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples in his fingers and kneaded your breasts until you were whining, face red from embarrassment.

"Is my princess embarrassed? Let your doctor take care of you. He knows what's best. Don't be embarrassed."

He stopped playing with your breasts and moved down to your pussy. Without warning, he dipped his fingers in and curled them painfully slow.

"Doctor!"

"Shh."

You obeyed, stifling your moans as he brought you closer and closer to an orgasm with every slow curl of his fingers.

"Do-Doctor- I'm gonna- p-pee..."

"Okay. Go then."

"B-But Doctor-"

"I said, go princess."

"Yes doctor..." you said, ashamed, as piss pooled out of your pussy, dripping onto the floor.

He continued to finger you slowly as you peed.

You hid your face with your arm.

"Don't be embarrassed princess, I already told you."

"G-Gonna c-cum."

"No. You're not."

He removed his fingers with a sinister grin.

He then slipped his shirt off, followed by his pants, again, leaving him in just his boxers and the gloves he had on.

He peeled your restraints off slowly, looking you in the eye. You looked back at him nervously, trying not to shake.

He then picked you up, surprising you.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it's okay."

He was holding you like a child, but it didn't last long. He put his knee against the wall and let you down so you were sitting on his thigh. He then pressed another kiss onto your mouth.

"Ride." he commanded.

You began to grind onto his thigh, your moans coming out breathy and short.

He reached down to your clit and circled it, and sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his fingers.

"Doctor!"

"Shh princess. Breathe with me okay? In, out. Just like that."

As he led you through breathing, he was sending more electricity to your already abused pussy, making it near impossible not to cum.

"Doct-Doctor ple-please, m'cumming! Let me cum, please!"

You could barely form coherent sentences, you were so focused on trying not to cum.

He placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up again, holding you once again, like a child. He placed you onto the table again, the wetness from your legs audible.

"I think it's time for Doctor's cock. Are you ready for doctor's cock?"

"Yes doctor! Pl-please! I n-need y-your cock! Please! Breed- breed me!"

"Of course princess."

He finally removed his boxers and gloves, climbing onto the table with you. He put your legs up into the mating press position, and shoved his full length in.

"Aah! D-Doctor- feels so- so good! Please!"

"You said you were a virgin, right?" he asked as he snapped his length into you again.

"Y-Yes doctor."

You could feel every vane, the slight curve, every twitch of his cock as it hit your walls.

"Y-You've never had anyone hit your g-spot then?"

"N-No doctor! I-It's only for you- only you!"

"If you cum without permission, I'm gonna make you cum again. Got it?" he asked with a grunt, as he tried to find your spot.

"Y-Yes doctor!

He began to rub your clit, sending more bliss falling over you. You had been trying not to cum for around two hours now, and it was at this point, slightly painful. You were overstimulated and you hadn't even gotten to cum yet.

His eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot- and you almost screamed. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping into his back, toes curling. All you could see was white, and you heard a loud squelch.

"Pr-Princess! You squirted.. what a b-bad girl... c'mon, I know you've got another one in there for me! This time cum WITH permission though."

"Y-Yes doctor!"

He continued to snap his hips into yours. You gasped when he bottomed out, hitting against your cervix. He rubbed your clit harder and continued to pump into you, hitting your g-spot and cervix with every thrust.

"M'gonna cum s-straight into y-your pretty little w-womb. I'll fill you u-up with my kids! You'll be s-swollen and pregnant- you'll be m-my princess f-forever! D-Do you like the s-sound of that?"

"Yes doctor!" you cried out blissfully.

"G-Good girl! C-Cum wi-with me!"

His pace stuttered and his cock twitched hard as hot white cum filled your womb. You couldn't hold back your second orgasm as you came around his cock again, pussy fluttering wildly.

He pulled out slowly, and wiped his now soft cock off with a tissue.

"Princess. You're leaking."

He gathered the cum that was dripping out and pushed it back in.

He got dressed, but when you tried he stopped you and told you to sit back on the table.

"I see you're on birth control on my charts, by the way. Let's take you off of that. And since your heartbeat was a little fast, I'll schedule you back about a week out, how does that sound?"

"G-Good. T-Thank you."

"No problem! Oh- you're leaking again, here."

He pulled out a small plug from his drawer, gathered his cum on his fingers once again, pushed it back inside, and inserted the plug into your cunt.

"Take this out when you know you won't leak my cum anymore."

"Y-Yes doctor. Thank you."

"Oh- and take these every day until next week when you come back for me, okay?"

He handed you a small bottle with tiny pink pills in it. You read the label out loud.

Stimulation In A Bottle for low sex drives

"Low sex drive?"

"Yeah. Coming off your birth control might mess you up a little, it could mean a lower sex drive, or double the sex drive. Best not to risk it, princess."

"B-But-"

"I need to hear a "yes doctor" from you, please."

"Yes doctor."

"Good, now get dressed, I'll see you next week. Oh- and the janitor will clean the pee up. I'll just say it was a child."

"Yes doctor."

[lottiebagley]

You belong with me- Oliver Wood

You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset, she's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humour like I do.

"She's infuriating," Oliver complains, throwing the quaffle just a little too hard at his best friend. She was a chaser and the pair often did drills even when practice was long over, it helped Oli calm down and being utterly enamoured with the boy she happily stayed behind, wanting to be around him.

"She's your girlfriend Oli," She reminds, tossing the quaffle back and smirking when in his distracted state he almost doesn't catch it

"I know that, and I really do like her. It's just hard, we don't have much in common," He admits with a sigh.

"But she's beautiful and..." she trails off, no matter how supportive she tries to be she doesn't really have any more positives to say about his girlfriend Harriet. Harriet was truly beautiful, the year above and a Ravenclaw. She had longs legs and perfect skin and golden curls.

Other than that she was kind of a bitch.

She knew she was beautiful and it was the only personality she really had. She was rude and harsh, often make snide remarks and overall a typical bitchy mean girl. If she didn't like someone she wasn't secret about it and as her boyfriends best friend who just so happened to be a girl, the Gryffindor was becoming the victim of most of this.

Oliver, of course, would never have stood for this, he simply didn't know. It was little comments that went over his head and remarks when he wasn't around, it was looks he was too busy to notice and it was slowly but surely pushing her further and further away.

"She just doesn't ever take anything as a joke,"

"She's just got a different sense of humour than you Oli, don't worry, with time you will grow and adapt to each others humour," she tries her hardest to smile and Oliver seems not to notice how upset she is. He nods sending her a smile that melts her heart feel like it's squeezing in her chest.

"You're right, you always are. I'm going to go find her and see if she wants to study. D'ya wanna come?"

"No. Thanks. I should go and find George, I promised I'd help him with some potions homework," she excuses herself far too quickly, turning on her heel and heading up towards the castle without him despite the fact they're both going. Leaving Oliver wondering why he feels so jealous that she is spending her evening with their teammate that she was undeniably close with.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. And she'll never know your story like I do.

"You okay?" it's George's voice that seems to almost wake her up as she sits, pushing cereal around a bowl with her spoon.

"Do you think he notices?" she questions, George lets out a sigh, looking down the table at where Oliver is eating breakfast and chatting with Harriet, his eyes trained on her smile.

"He's stupid,"

"Y'know we haven't had breakfast together in three weeks. Lunch and dinner never mattered, we always ate with our group of friends. But breakfast, every morning since first year we got breakfast together and no one else comes, it's just us," She speaks in a tone that makes it clear to the ginger boy in front of her, the only one who knows of her feelings for her best friend, that her heart is slowly breaking.

"I'm sure he notices," George sighs, giving her shoulder a rub

"I don't know if that's better or worse," The girl admits, watching subtly as Oliver presses a kiss to his girlfriend's lips. "I'm going to class, I'll see you around George," she announces, standing from her seat and leaving towards her first class of the day even though it doesn't start for another 45 minutes. A feeling like she could be sick just sat the thought of him and her.

She doesn't know that Oliver immediately notices her leaving, to him it feels like the whole room feels a little colder, a little darker, like the sun itself just disappeared. He was almost used to the feeling, it meant she had gone. He looks up, noticing the bowl of cereal he had watched her pour 5 minutes before was untouched, grabbing an apple and throwing it into his bag to give her second period when he knew she'd be starving. His concern for only getting worse when she never shows to the lesson.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain And I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

Oliver wasn't expecting her to show to practice that night, she hadn't eaten breakfast, she hadn't shown to any classes that he shared with her and she wasn't at lunch. He assumed she was ill, planning on checking on her after practise, he'd been busy with Harriet all day and hadn't had a chance to run to her dorm. So, he's mildly confused as she approaches the pitch, dressed in her quidditch robes and chatting happily to Angelina who was walking by her side.

"Hey love," he greets with a smile

"That is most definitely not me," Angelina smirks, slipping away to give the pair a moment of peace and privacy.

"Where were you all day?" he questions

"I just wasn't feeling great," she shrugs, in reality she had been avoiding classes shared with Oliver, the thought of him and Harriet a little too much to bare. She'd only come to practise because she thought she might get a minute alone with her best friend, desperate for his company, feeling further from him than she ever had before.

A quick glance around told her she wouldn't get this. Harriet is sat with her friends, dressed in a skimpy top and short skirt and clearly trying not to freeze. A dark and dirty glare aimed at the girl talking to her boyfriend. Making the girl feel uncomfortable and want to leave and be with anyone other than Oliver, after all she would never hear the end of it if she was with him too long.

"So, are you feeling better?" he questions gently, reaching a hand out to see if she feels warm. He tries to ignore the pang of hurt in his chest when she ducks away from his touch, shooting him a tight lipped smile.

"I feel fine now, so no need to go easy on me or anything," she informs attempting to make a joke but he can tell something is wrong with her, he just has no idea that it is him. She's walking away in the direction of Harry who is calling her over before he can question her any further.

The hour long practice feels off to Oliver. She plays well but she hardly looks at him. Only speaks to him when spoken to and only about quidditch. That would be fine if it was how she was with everyone, perhaps having a bad day or just tired but with every other player on the team she's her normal charming self.

His plan to catch her after practice is shoved aside when Harriet comes over and by the time Oliver can ask her to give him a minute before they go to his captain's office, his best friend is walking with the twins back up to the castle. With a sigh, Oliver decides to drop the whole thing, maybe tomorrow would be back to normal.

If you could see That I'm the one Who understands you. Been here all along. So, why can't you see You belong with me, You belong with me.

It kind of does fall back to normal. He watches her eat breakfast with their friend group and she's smiling and laughing, enjoying her waffles. He enters the Charms class room to see her talking happily with the Hufflepuff girl who sits behind them. Maybe it really was just an off day.

The slither of hope drops when her entire vibe changes as he drops into the seat next to her. There's no friendly hug good morning. There's no questions about how he slept and his day so far. A simple 'Hi Oli' before she's suddenly more interested in a Charms textbook than he's ever seen her before. Throughout the day and their shared classes he slowly manages to get through to her. From no chitchat to talks of quidditch to more personal chatter to their normal selves. Joking and laughing and utterly invested in the other.

She almost feels like this whole weird phase is over and everything is going to go back to normal, but when normally they would go and hang out with their friends in the common room after dinner he is heading to take Harriet to the astronomy tower and she's once again reminded that her best friend is slowly slipping away from her. That one normal day isn't going to replace the 4 months he's been drifting further and further away.

Oliver feels like his chest is on fire when he returns to the common room. She is no longer surrounded by their friend group. Instead she is sat with George, her head on his shoulder as he reads quietly to her by the fireplace. It wasn't long ago that it would be Oliver she would fall asleep in's arms and force to read to her, she would claim that she just loved his accent to guilt trip him into doing it and he would do it every time just to see her bright grin.

He tries to convince himself that the raging jealousy in his chest isn't that George and her may like each other. No. The jealousy he feels is because his best friend is doing best friend things, their things specifically, with someone other than him. He had Harriet. He was happy with Harriet. It just didn't help that the person she always seemed to be around now was tall and funny and good at quidditch and kind. It didn't help that they shared so many qualities because it made him feel like she could find a new Oliver and he knew he could never find someone who even compared to her. That is why he is jealous, he forces himself to say it in his head a few times to convince himself.

In reality nothing was going on between George and the girl. They had always been close friends, Oliver just never noticed how much time they spent together cause he was usually there too.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, "Hey, isn't this easy?"

When word reached Oliver, through Percy Weasley of all people, which only rubbed salt in the wound, that she had gone on a date with Christian Ward, a boy from the year above, he couldn't help the spark of jealousy. He wondered why she hadn't even bothered to tell him, until he realised that they barely even saw each other anymore aside from in class.

So, when he saw her sat alone in the courtyard, nose in a book and enjoying the quiet he couldn't help himself from going over. He was only there because he was supposed to be meeting Harriet there but she was nowhere to be seen so he figured he had a minute.

"Hey angel," He doesn't quite understand why it hurts so much that she doesn't look up. Before now, if he called a pet name across a busy hall she would always look up, knowing it was meant for her, he supposed it was because recently they hadn't been and it hurt to know that the habit had been dropped from her life so quickly. Yes. That's what hurt. Not that he knew it was his fault. Not the thought of the first few times she would have turned around with that beautiful smile ready to greet him only to see his arms wrapped around someone else.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," he speaks gently, nudging her knee with his as he sits down next to her. He wonders why she springs away from his touch, not knowing about the threats and comments his own girlfriend had made towards her.

"Hi Oli," her smile doesn't reach her eyes

"What are you reading?"

"Little women," she shrugs with a small smile

"I've seen you read that book a thousand times and I have been forced to read it to you at least twenty," he teases

"It's a classic!" she defends. He knew the real reason it was a favourite of hers was that her and her sister used to read it together when they were kids. "Besides, you're attempt at doing voices was pretty incredible," she smirks, he laughs at the memory, speaking in a high pitched girly voice. He'd been trying to cheer her up after a hard day and he'd never heard her laugh as hard.

"I can't help being so masculine," he defends through a chuckle, thinking when she giggles that he couldn't remember the last time he was the reason behind her laughter. "So, heard you went out with Christian?" he question casually

"How'd you hear about that?" she asks, tilting her head to the side in curiosity making Oliver's heart melt.

"Percy," he shrugs. He doesn't say that Percy had told him when he was purposely pissing the prefect off, more as a way to get him to shut up than as friendly gossip. He also didn't feel like sharing that it had immediately worked.

"I forgot they do prefect rounds together," she comments

"How was it?" he questions

"Awful," she admits, he gives her a look of pity as she continues "He was just so stiff and the whole thing was awkward and it just felt so hard to talk to him," she admits. She doesn't add that it was the opposite of when she spent time with Oliver and everything felt so natural.

"When it's the right lad it'll be good and you will feel so at ease from that first moment that you will just know," Oliver comforts

"Is that what it's like with Harriet?" she questions. He feels uncomfortable.  When he had offered that advice his mind hadn't been on Harriet, it had been on her, on how natural it was with her. It shouldn't have been, they were best friend but they were nothing more and he needed to remember that.

"It could be, in the future," he settles for his response even though it's a lie. "Listen, angel, I know that recently I-" he's cut off by a sickly sweet voice.

"Baby, are you ready?" Harriet is calling from across the courtyard. He sighs, wanting to talk to his best friend and apologise for how shit of a best friend he had been recently.

"Go, it's fine. We can talk whenever," the girl assures. Oliver nods, giving her a smile and walking off to his girlfriend, stealing one last look at the girl on the bench, the setting sun creating a golden glow that made her seem so angelic he could have melted on the spot.

And you've got a smile That could light up this whole town. I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down. You say you're fine I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

"Is it just me or does Oli seem off recently?" she ponders the question to Ally and Josh, their friend groups only couple. Ally was her closest friend besides Oliver and had her suspicions the girl may be head over heels for the boy.

"How so?" Josh asks, looking up from the open potions text book in front of him

"Just quiet and I don't know how to explain it just not himself," she shrugs

"He's been normal with me," Josh shrugs, thinking for a second "A little quiet I guess but normal on a whole,"

"Right," she nods, so it really was just her.

"You are stupid Josh,"  Ally comments, laughing when he jokingly grabs his chest like she just stabbed him "He has been completely off, he barely cracks jokes anymore and he's stopped being stupidly cocky, he practices quidditch less and he is never smiling. Like ever,"

"Do you think it's about Harriet?" she asks the question timidly, what if everyone else thought they were a happy couple and it was just her undeniable jealousy.

"Nah, no one is depressed because they are dating a girl that fit. I mean have you se-" He cuts himself off when Ally shoot him a pointed look "Like me I would never be depressed over a girl because you, my love, are so incredibly beautiful," he clearly misread the look that screamed shut up, not realising Ally was trying to silence him because she could see her friend sinking slowly into herself.

"Maybe it's about how he is never with his best friend anymore," Ally smiles gently

"What do you mean?"

"Just that you guys have kind of drifted a little, that's probably what's getting him down," Ally explains.

It was true, they barely spoke anymore and although the girl cared so much for Oliver she was more than a little annoyed. What started with a small distance was becoming a great gaping hole and he barely bothered to notice it. He'd slowly began to drop her, sitting with different friends in classes,  speeding away from practice rather than staying late with her, not showing up for their Tuesday evening study sessions, not talking to her between classes, their best friend breakfasts, as Oliver used to call them with a stupidly wide grin, were a thing of ancient history.

She was annoyed. Annoyed that there was no doubt in her mind Harriet told him to distance himself from her. Annoyed that having been best friends for 6 years he was so ready to just toss her aside.

"That was his choice," The girl snaps, letting out a sigh "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I've got to go, I have practice," she explains, standing up and grabbing her quidditch kit bag from the ground.

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. She's cheer captain, And I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

"Hey! Wait up!" Oli's voice is calling and she knows it's directed at her. Straight after practice he had retired into his captain office and so she had taken her time in the locker room, not in a rush to escape the area for once as Harriet was no where in sight so she finally took the time to tidy her locker up a little. The twins had offered to wait but she insisted she was fine. Leaving her the only person here, the only person he could be talking to.

"Hi," she speaks quietly, a layer of nerves that she had never felt around the boy in front of her. Every single bone in her body wanted to ask him to hold her. Life without him felt so much harder and she was tired. she needed him but she felt like she couldn't even ask anymore.

"You were great out there," he praises

"Oh, thanks. I've been a little off my game recently, sorry about that,"

"Hey, you have always played exceptionally well. I'd have said something if I thought you weren't"

"You don't really say anything to me anymore Oliver," he cringes a little, she hadn't called him Oliver ever. Not when he blew a potion up in her face and left her with a large burn there for a month. Not when he threw a quaffle too hard at her and knocked her unconscious. Not when they were so angry at each other they were both screaming. The distance between them had never been so clear.

"Look, I know that I have been a really, really, shit best friend. Recently, I haven't prioritised us and I should, I always should, because you are the person I trust the most on this planet and I know this isn't ever going to make up for the last 6 months. I know nothing I can say will make all of it go away but I miss you, I really miss you, and I hate not having you around and please, please just come back to me," He almost looks like he's going to cry and without a second thought she flings her arms around him, he lets out a sigh of relief, feeling every muscle in his body relax for the first time in months as he wraps his arms around her, holding her head to his chest and breathing in her scent.

After a minute or two she lets go, pulling away from him again.

"So, do you wanna do some extra practice?" he questions with a grin, she beams, ready to nod and finally spend some time with her best friend.

But then she notices it. The door swings open and he tenses up, a look of pure horror on his face, spinning around as quick as possible only relaxing when he sees Harry in the door way.

"Sorry to interrupt, I forgot my school bag," He informs, grabbing the bag from the bench and leaving again.

A tense silence fills the room. Oliver turns back round, maybe she didn't notice. Maybe she wouldn't be mad.

"You thought it was Harriet?"

"Angel-"

"No. No you thought it was Harriet and I saw the look in your eyes. You were terrified she would see you talking to me. It's the same look as when she walks into the great hall and you were with our friend group even if you've ignored me the whole time. It's the reason I can under perform at practice and you say nothing cause she's watching, and don't lie cause George and I threw a practice just to see what happened and you shouted at him but me, nothing,"

"Of course you were doing it with him," he regrets the comment the minute he says it when she scoffs.

"I would forgive you for a lot Oliver. I really would, but I refuse to be your dirty little secret," She turns on her heel and storms away, leaving the boy staring after her and wondering how he would ever repair this.

If you could see That I'm the one Who understands you, Been here all along. So, why can't you see You belong with me.

Oliver's hand hammers on her dorm door, he hadn't seen her over the weekend, he assumed she was avoiding him, but with the news he just heard nothing was stopping him from speaking to her.

"One minute!" she calls out. Oliver ignores the way his heart swells at the sound of her voice.

She pulls the door open, clearly fresh from a shower, her hair still damp and only clad in a large tshirt and some sports shorts.

"What do you want?" She demands, arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. He pushes past her into the dorm, closing the door behind him.

"You quit the quidditch team," He tries to remain calm, not wanting to scream at her

"I did," she nods

"You didn't just quit, you broke protocol and went straight to the head of house rather than speaking to your captain,"

"Yeah, well my captain looks like he's been hit by a truck whenever he's seen in my general vicinity in public," she retorts

"Why the fuck would you quit the team?" He's furious, more at the fact he was loosing her than actually at her

"Because I can't be around you!" she shouts, unable to keep her temper down

"What are you talking about?" he questions, his heart sinking in his chest

"It kills me! Being around you physically hurts. Just seeing you creates this pain in my chest like I can't breathe. Seeing you so fine without me kills me Oliver! You were supposed to be my best friend and now you don't even look at me. You left me. I can't breathe because I don't have you anymore and you just seem so fine and it hurts, it really hurts!" She has tears streaming down her face as she shouts but she doesn't seem to care, he'd seen her in a worse state.

"What makes you think I'm so fine?" he demands

"If you weren't fine. If you felt even half as shit as I do then you wouldn't do it. You wouldn't ignore me."

"I have a girlfriend and I am trying to make it work and she doesn't like the way we are together. I'm saving my relationship you would do the same!"

"No! When I date a boy if he questions us for a second, if he asks me to distance myself from you I drop him. I drop him because I don't ever drop you. I couldn't do to you what you have done to me,"  Oliver's heart hurts because he knows that she's right. What he has done is the complete wrong thing.

"Rejoin the quidditch team. You love playing quidditch. Please, please don't let me ruin that for you,"

"I love quidditch, it's fun and exciting and it makes me feel free. But I only ever joined the team because you asked me to try out with you. I love quidditch because it was time we spent together,"

"You are making a mistake,"

"I can't be there. I can't be around you anymore because it hurts me too much. So, captain, respectfully I quit the team, if you are wondering I think you should put Katie Bell on in my place, she's you best alternate by a mile and she works hard. Now, please leave me alone,"

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, You belong with me.

"I hate Oliver Wood," Fred grumbles, dropping into the seat next to the girl in the common room. She's sat in her workout clothes, planning on going for a jog but had got distracted by her a conversation with Ally who returned to her essay at Fred's arrival.

"Why?" she questions, turning to the ginger boy who is covered in mud and slightly sweaty, clearly fresh from his quidditch practice.

"He's even worse now you're gone. He made us do fitness drills for 45 minutes, I'm sorry what sane person asks someone to do burpees and run laps for 45 minutes. And he's so aggressive, I mean shouts at everyone. All the time. Seriously, poor Harry's glasses fell off and you'd think the boy murdered Oliver's mother. He's in a foul mood," Fred complains.

She can't help but feel a little bad, she knew Oliver like the back of her hand. If he was upset rather than processing it he would simply try to ignore it. He would take his anger out on others.

"Chin up, he'll get better," she smiles, patting Fred's shoulder before leaving the common room.

She exits the castle into the warm evening, summer truly beginning.  She starts jogging her usual route and if she had thought for even a second she wouldn't have. She would have turned left in the direction of the greenhouses and not right, in the direction of the quidditch pitch. She could have guessed he would be there, if he was as frustrated as Fred claimed it's the only place he would be.

She sees him and her heart breaks a little. He's alone. Beating a bludger around, something he doesn't need to practice, as he never needs to do it, but often does when he wants to relieve some anger.

He sees her, jogging the route they've ran together a hundred times. Her hair thrown back and her sports shorts poking out of the baggy t-shirt she is wearing. Distracted looking at her and not thinking about the bludger racing towards him.

"Oli, duck!" she shouts, he reacts quickly, plummeting to the ground at her demand, hearing the whizz of a bludger snipping past him, it would have hit him in the head if she hadn't warned him. He lets out a sigh, looking up to thank her to see she's turned around and is sprinting off towards the castle. He could cry, watching his best friend so desperate to escape his company.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry. I know your favourite songs, And you tell me about your dreams. Think I know where you belong, Think I know it's with me.

It's two weeks later when they next see each other. Oliver knocks on the door to the 6th year girls dorms, cringing a little when it's pulled open by Ally.

"What do you want?" Ally demands, closing the door behind her so the girl can't hear.

"Is she here?"

"No. Your precious girlfriend is in her own dorm,"

"You know that's not who I mean," Oliver sighs, it's only then that Ally notices his eyes look a little red and puffy.

"Fine, but if she tells you to leave you do so instantly," Ally sighs, feeling bad and knowing they both wanted each other back. Oliver nods and pushes through the door as Ally leaves.

"Who was it?" The girl questions, not turning around from her desk

"Uh, me," he's nervous. She turns around an angry look on her face but softens when she immediately notices that he is on the brink of tears.

"Oli, what happened?" she questions, standing from her desk and approaching him tentatively, leaving a respectful distance between them.

"Well," he sighs, "I had a fight with Harriet. She always said she didn't like us being friends and all and I should have stopped her right there, but, it's just that I really thought I liked her and I didn't want to ruin it and she never actually spoke badly of you. But then today she started talking about you and she was so rude and I just, I couldn't handle it, so I snapped and shouted at her and, well, I don't think I have a girlfriend anymore,"

She sighs, not really sure what to say. Yes, he had defended her but now he was crying over loosing Harriet.

"Look, Oli, don't get too upset. Go and apologise and she'll be stupid not to take you back,"

"I'm not upset, I feel like I can breathe for the first time in nearly 7 months,"

"Then why are you crying?" She asks, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to her. He sits immediately.

"Because I hate myself. I treated the most important person in my life like absolute shit and now I'm running back to you and it's not fair on you. I hate that I hurt you, god I'd kill someone for hurting you as badly as I did,"

"It's okay," she sighs, reaching out to grab his slightly trembling hand. He uses his other hand to roughly wipe his tears from his cheeks.

"No. No it's not. Shout at me or slap me or ignore me," he demands

"Honestly Oli, I just want my best friend back," she admits.

"I'm still you best friend?" he questions timidly

"You're stuck with me Wood," she grins

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he admits, opening his arms out and unable to stop himself from smiling when she climbs into them.

"If anyone asks-"

"You didn't cry," she finishes, he laughs at how well she knows him. "Wouldn't want anyone questioning how strong and manly you are," she teases

Can't you see That I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along. So, why can't you see You belong with me.

They lay on her bed. Oliver on his side to face her and her head turned to look at him properly, catching up on everything they missed in each other's lives.

"So, what's going on with you and George?" Oliver questions

"What are you talking about?"

"You guys are dating now," he shrugs, trying not to seem jealous. She bursts out laughing, making Oliver look at her in confusion.

"Where in the world did you get that?"

"Fred told me after practice," he seems truly baffled, only getting more confused when she laughed more.

"We aren't dating. Fred was annoyed at all the fitness drills and was trying to piss you off as revenge,"

"So you guys aren't even like seeing each other?"

"Oli, he is two years younger than us, obviously I am not seeing George," she laughs a little and he realises the relief he feels is because he is utterly and completely in love with his best friend. The realisation hitting him like a truck.

"About practice, you going to come back because we need you at this game against Slytherin on Saturday or we will lose?"

"I'd be honoured," she grins.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, You belong with me. You belong with me.

Oliver has his arm wrapped around his best friend's shoulder, two weeks later when he sees Harriet for the first time since the break up. He immediately tenses when he hears her let out a snicker.

"It's embarrassing really that she took him back," Harriet speaks snidely to her friends.

"What did you just say?" Oliver demands, spinning around to face her.

"Leave it Oli," the girl attempts to pull her best friend away but he doesn't listen.

"She is pathetic. You were so whipped you dropped your own best friend and the minute we break up she just takes you back into her life like nothing happened,"

"Well, if she's pathetic what does that make you given that you were so jealous of her," Oliver snaps, his voice low.

"If you think for a second I was jealous of her than you're fucking stupid,"

"Harriet, the whole school knows you were,"

"Why would I ever be jealous of that?" she questions, her eyes looking the girl up and down

"Because she is 10 times the person you will ever be. Because she is kind and funny and smart and beautiful. Because you can't hold a fucking candle to her!" Oliver shouts, aware of the crowd watching them.

"She is pathetic and desperate,"

Oliver doesn't react in the way she expects. She expects him to shout an insult and storm away tugging her along with him.

Instead he pulls her flush against his chest and slams his lips to her. He kisses hard, pulling her impossibly close to him and putting every ounce of love he feels for her into it. She kisses back, melting at his touch and certain if it wasn't for his hands holding her up her legs would give way.

She pulls away breathless and vaguely hears the Weasley twins starting out some loud chants and cheers but her entire mind is focused on Oliver.

"An interesting way to get her to shut up,"

"Well, I've been meaning to kiss you for a while so I figured two birds one stone,"

"So it wasn't just to get her to shut up?" she questions, seemingly insecure and shy.

"No, it was more because I've been in love with you for years and I never realised" he grins

"What a happy coincidence that I'm in love with you too," she smiles

"How could you not be?" he teases, smirking when she wraps her arms round his neck and tugs him down so his lips are on hers once more.

Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me.

**

Masterlist

[goldentsum]

your captions with a fuck girl is 😗 chefs kiss but I was wondering if I could request the reader eventually catching feelings for the captains and how that would go 👉🏽👈🏽

━ captains - catching feelings for a fuckgirl

CHARACTERS: sawamura daichi, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi

GENRE: angst, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i couldn’t think of anything so thank you to my unnie, @daydreamingsora-fics​ for the ideas hehe! check her account! that bitch be having a big braiin~

pt. 1

━ daichi ♡

how long has it been since he first agreed to this arrangement?

tbh daichi doesn’t know either, it felt like it was years ago. every time you leave his front door, the sting he felt almost became nostalgic and slowly became numbing.

he can’t do this after all, his feelings are always all over the place with you. daichi was always torn between feeling happy and hurt when you guys meet up. so with a heavy heart, he confronted you, face void of emotion but his feelings were a whirlpool of mess.

“I can’t do this arrangement anymore. I have to focus on volleyball”

his voice was cold and left no room for argument. it didn’t surprise you tbh, I mean daichi is the complete opposite of you. he’s always hard-working, responsible, and just so so kind. and you were just you, a girl who’s scared of commitment and pushes people away.

naturally, you agreed to end it because who were you to stop him? it’s not like you guys were dating. It was just some harmless fun, right?...

as days pass, your mind always kept coming back to that moment. what if you just stopped him? but who were you to do that? feelings are complicated and soooo, you did the thing you were known for. toy with others to forget daichi

when you heard that karasuno was up against shiratorizawa, you couldn’t help but be proud. daichi worked hard for that, he really did it, huh...

you then went to the arena to watch the match though you swore you’re just watching because it was a first in 5 years that your school has a chance to go and play in the spring interhigh and karasuno is playing against the top school in your prefecture, you just have to watch its so not because daichi was there.

when you arrived, you saw daichi with another girl and saw that she was giving him something, a soft blush on her face. you rolled your eyes at that, wanting nothing more than to pull Daichi away--..

you slowly realize that you really like the dependable captain and seeing him take the charm from another girl was leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. you stomped towards them and grabbed daichi, surprising the two

“(y/n)? what are you doing here--! Hey, wait!”

you started to drag the male away, a scowl on your face. you two got inside the arena when daichi removed your grip on his wrist, turning you around to face him.

“what’s your problem? you just can’t pull me away like that--!”

grabbing his jersey, you planted a firm kiss on his lips when he was close enough. the kiss finished as quickly as it started but it surely surprised the heck out of daichi. his face became bright red, looking at you with bewilderment

“I.. I like you, you idiot! So don’t talk to other girls and don’t take charms from them!” You shouted, your heart was beating a little too fast

“Y-You mean that? You like me?”

you nodded, feeling shy. daichi looked at the sight in front of him, a warm feeling started to blossom inside his heart. you, the cold female who scares others off,  getting flustered in front of him and actually telling him about your feelings

he smiled and hugged you so tightly making you gasp.

“Don’t worry, you’re my good luck charm now.”

━ bokuto ♡

you comforting bokuto after he gets pouty has become a normal thing now and you don’t really know how to stop it

you noticed that he was always popping out of nowhere, pushing his way through in your life and always always hanging onto you.

this was really bad, you shouldn’t have let this happen... you should’ve pushed him away like you always did

the more he hang around you, the more you start to notice the little quirks he has and dare to say it was making your heart flutter... but your pride was getting in the way for you to really say it to Bokuto.

it was embarrassing for you. bokuto was constantly declaring his love for you, reassuring that his feelings would never change but you always shrug it off. Ignoring his feelings and rejecting him so bluntly.

it amazed you though, bokuto never took that to the heart which was the complete opposite of what you thought his reaction would be. you thought he’ll go emo mode and leave you but he actually stuck around more.

he would always hang out with you, getting brighter every single day. At this point you thought that bokuto should replace the sun if anything

bokuto, who was trying to make you see that there’s nothing scary about love if you two got each other, asked you to come to watch his matches for the interhigh tournament, saying that he’ll win all the games for you.

you declined the offer, feeling flustered at how easily he say such embarrassing things.

bokuto was in his emo mode for the rest of the day when you declined and ran off, leaving him behind. he tried texting and calling you but you didn’t answer.

in your dorm, you laid in your bed with your phone looking at Bokuto’s texts with a smile threatening to pop out but you didn’t really notice, too immersed in your thoughts while you stared at his cute texts

when the interhigh rolled in, bokuto was slightly pouty because you didn’t even text him back and you didn’t wanna come and watch his ‘super awesome spikes’

it was the first game and fukurodani was nervous because their captain and ace was still pouting in the corner, head not really in the game.

you quickly ran in the small arena beside the main one, getting lost on your way there. you saw bokuto frowning in the court and your eyes averted to the scoreboard, widening when you saw that fukurodani was lagging behind with 7 points.

you pursed your lips and shove down your pride, cupping your hands around your mouth and shouted, 

“bokuto! go and show me your ‘super awesome spikes’!”

you could feel all the eyes were on you, almost regretting it, but when you saw bokuto’s wide eyes and bright grin you knew that you did the right thing.

“(y/n)!! yosh!! i’m pumped up!”

you sighed at him with a smile on your lips, watching him catch up all the points. as he score, he points at you, grinning from ear to ear.

it was official, you really did fall for this dork and you’ll make him yours after all this. you swore.

━ ushijima ♡

why the hell is your childhood friend avoiding you? whenever you tried touching him, he always has these excuses. after your last session with him, ushijima just went up and go.

which was really weird because even though he was quiet and blank, he always made you his number one priority.

did he finally got over his feelings? were you really that easy to set aside? you don’t really blame ushijima. you knew he could definitely do better...

but it was really annoying, why can’t he even look at you? you miss your wakatoshi...

without ushijima by your side, you start to notice how big of a role he actually plays in your life. he was always there for you and always made time for you. even though, you can be moody and mean, ushijima was always there. never faltering, never getting tired.... but you took that for granted...

you realized it now.

tendou, that wildt boi, noticed the distance between you two. usually, you two were inseparable and every time he looked at you or ushijima, one was always beside the other.

the red-haired male noticed you were getting a little too quiet and so so closed off and being your friend he knew what to do. he went up to you and talked. he asked you if you were okay.

your feelings then started spilling because you were bottling it up for too long. your tears started running down your face, scaring and surprising tendou.

you told Tendou what happened and all your thoughts. tendou was one of your closest friends and he was just a chaotic precious boi.

tendou listened to all your worries and comforted you with food. after he finished talking to you, he was running to ushijima’s dorm as if it couldn’t wait any longer.

the tall male was done with you two moping around and misunderstanding your feelings for each other, so he took the matters into his own hands.

“wakatoshi-kun! why are you avoiding, (y/n)-chab?!”

satori burst into the ushijima’s dorm, yelling, and saw the said male on his bed and looking at his phone with a small frown.

ushijima furrowed his brows and told tendou his side

 “i don’t want to make her uncomfortable with my feelings and I know that she doesn’t like me like I like her. (y/n) will find someone better...”

satori just wants to slap you two wtf

“she was crying a while ago and told me she likes you, ya know”

ushijima scowled a bit at his words, “Don’t play with me like that and why would she cry”

satori being the little shit he is, told Nishijima something that would push him a bit to you.

“i’m telling the truth, she likes you. And if you don’t chase after her, who knows, maybe she really will find someone else.”

that did it, imagining you with another male when you could have been with him was not ideal to ushijima. he can’t let that happen.

the olive haired male stood up and run out of the door and towards to your dorm, determined and persistent until he knows the truth. do you really like him too?

he shouldn’t have left you alone. ushijima knows now, you really just have to be his.

[aewhore]

Drunk in love ~ Orange Cassidy x reader (NSFW)

REQUEST BY : @bestfriendshypewoman​  (I hope you like it!!!)

Summary: You go out to the bar with Adam after Revolution 2020, You and Orange get tipsy and you both get very handsy and flirty. You both end up back in your hotel room and it gets juicy. ;)    

Word count: 3500

Revolution had come and gone and it had been the best ppv for AEW so far. You had defended your AEW women's championship against one of your closest friends Kris Statlander. The saying in pro wrestling that “you hit harder when you're fighting your friends�� never rang truer than when you and Kris stepped in the ring against one another. It was a hard hitting, fast paced match and it helped a lot that the crowd was electric the entire time. Signing with AEW was the best decision you had ever made in the last 15 years of your career, you were doing your best work and it was only getting better as your title reign continued.   

Hopping between different indie promotions means you made friends all over the world but sadly you didn't get to see them as often as you would like until now. That being said you also saw the people you didn't like a lot more often. Such people included the cooler than cool Orange Cassidy. It's not that you hated Cassidy, it's just he rubbed you the wrong way. It wasn't a one way street though, Cassidy wasn’t your biggest fan either. He would leave the room if you entered, he would ignore you if you both ever got stuck in a conversation together but now you were both in the same promotion so you did what any rational adults would do, and completely ignored each other like the plague.

So after your blockbuster match with Kris, you were bruised and beaten up as you prepared to leave the arena and return to your warm, soft bed back at the hotel. However just as you went to leave Hangman Adam Page came into your dressing room. “Hey Y/N, heck of a match tonight, congrats on successfully defending that title” He says as he gives you a congratulatory hug. You and Adam had been friends for many years, ever since ROH when Adam debuted and you were in a singles match on the main card. You had approached Adam after the show and you both immediately became great friends. “Speak for yourself! You just had an easy 5 star match and you're taking home the belt as well, I owe you many congratulations.” You laugh as you pat Adam on the back. “I don't know how you're still standing either, I'm absolutely exhausted and I can't wait to collapse back at the hotel” you confess to Adam as you go back to packing up your gear bag. “So you would be up for a champion’s celebratory beer at the bar?” You turn back to Adam to see him hiding a smirk like he already knew you answer. “Adam, I wanna go to bed.” you whine as Adam starts to give those puppy dog eyes of his. “Come on Y/N, were drinking buddies! You wouldn't want a cowboy to drink all by his lonesome after we’ve both had such a successful night” Adam did give some good points. The second you hesitated to think about it, Adam broke out into a smile.  “Great! I'll meet you in the hotel bar in 30 minutes” before you could argue Adam was already walking out giving you no option but to go drinking with your favourite southern boy.

You arrived back at the hotel to dump your luggage off back at your room first, while you were there you changed from your sweatshirt into a nice top so even if you didn't feel the best you might as well look the best. You left your room and headed towards the elevator. As you wait for the elevator, you reply to Adam’s text asking if you were on your way and if he should order you something to have it waiting for you when you get there. You got onto the first elevator that came, still on your phone you glanced up to push the button as you hit send on your demands for a free drink for Adam in exchange for your missing sleep.  You put your phone back into your pocket when you see you're not alone in the elevator, you were joined by all 3 of the best friends. You glance away to the mirror to fix your makeup. You hear Trent and Chuck talking amongst themselves about the pay per view that had just passed. It was no surprise not to hear a word from Cassidy other than the occasional grunt and mumbled “yeah”. You feel eyes on you as you glance in the mirror to see Cassidy staring at you in the mirror through his sunglasses. You raise your eyebrow slightly as you can feel your cheeks start to warm up under the heat of his stare.

The elevator dings when you all arrive at the lobby, you immediately turn to walk out of the elevator and towards the bar where you saw nearly every AEW wrestler celebrating another amazing ppv. You spot Adam sitting at the bar with two neat whiskeys in front of him and you immediately beeline for the much needed drink. Once you sit beside Adam the drinking begins, From beers to whiskeys as long as it was alcoholic you guys were drinking it. Since you were so small people assumed you couldn’t handle it, which couldn't be more wrong considering you put away a bottle of whiskey like it was nothing. As the hours ticked the crowd started to thin out in the bar but a lot of the remaining crowd all gathered around a few tables you had pushed together so you could all laugh and chat together. You were sandwiched between Adam and Chuckie T who were deep in conversation about the ups and downs of being southern men. You were drunkenly talking across the table at Kris who was telling you about her learning to wrestle on her home planet and how it compares to earthling wrestling. You were leaning your head against Adams shoulder as you normally did when the liquor was getting to your head. You glance around at your gang of coworker who were laughing and hollering as they told stories of their travels around the world before you eyes landed on Orange Cassidy, now without his signature sunglasses it was irrefutable that he was staring argyle at you, but as you focused on him you realized he wasn’t glaring at you rather he was giving a dead stare to Adam. This was thoroughly confusing as you weren’t aware if Adam and Cassidy had any beef. You make a mental note to ask Adam about it later when you were both sober.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and when you return you see that Chuckie has taken your seat and Trent has taken his seat, leaving the only empty seat beside Orange. You hesitate before sucking it up and sitting beside Cassidy, hoping he won't cause a fuss since he's busy chatting to Brandon Cutler and a few others. You pick back up your conversation with Kris which was easier since you were closer to her so it was far easier to hear her. Your conversations ends and you listen to Adam’s as he drunkenly rambles on about proper horse care to Trent and Chuckie who you are not sure if they’re listening intently or too drunk to even know Adams talking. You feel something on your back and turn to see Orange resting his arm around the back of your chair. You turn to face him and he’s already staring right at you with those strikingly blue eyes. “Can I help you?” You say, attitude dripping off every word. Cassidy sighs, he glances around at everyone at the table almost to ensure no one's watching before he leans in to you. “Listen i know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye-” You interrupt him with a laugh at his massive understatement. “I mean it's hard to see eye to eye when we avoid each other Cassidy” he rolls his eyes. “Are you going to let me finish?” his voice had an air of dominance that you had never heard before causing you to stop talking immediately. Orange pulls your chair closer to him as the group around you gets loud again. He started to speak again this time in a low voice that demanded your attention. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I feel I have to explain myself. I feel there has been a misunderstanding between us..” due to how close you two had suddenly become you could smell jack and coke he was sipping on. “You see sweetheart I haven't been avoiding you because I don't like you, no no no quite the opposite, I’ve been avoiding you because I'm fascinated by you, the way you carry yourself. I find you incredibly attractive.” This was the most you had heard Cassidy speak in all your years of knowing him and to say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement. All this time you thought Cassidy disliked you and this is what was happening the whole time.  

As Cassidy spoke he rested his hand on the lower part of your thigh. You moved your hand to Cassidy’s side as you leaned in to whisper your response into his ear. “And here i was thinking you hated me but looking at where your hand is right now i can bet that you like me a lot more than you're letting on” the smirk on your face grows as you see a light blush grow on Cassidy’s face. You gently kiss Cassidy on the neck before you go to lean back in your chair but Cassidy doesn’t let you move too far away from him by wrapping the arm that was resting on your chair around your waist to pull you back into him. “Jesus, I always knew you’d be a tease” Cassidy growls into your ear “I just want to see how hot and bothered I get you” You run your hand up his thigh. Before Cassidy can reply in your back and forth he's interrupted by Adam. “Hey Y/N, I wanna head back to my room, help me up” You turn in your chair to see Adam doing grabby hands towards you. You burst out laughing at Adam showing how much of a baby he is. “Yeah ok Hangy lets get you back to your stables” you turn back to Cassidy to see him not looking at you but instead doing his usual too cool for school face, you grab a napkin off the table and a pen from your purse to scribble down your hotel room number. “When you finish up here come see me” You hand Cassidy the napkin and wink before you turn to help Adam out of the bar.

Adam was relying his entire weight on you as you approached his hotel room door, he was chatting your ear off about how fun the night was and how glad he was to have a friend like you.  You led him into the room before unceremoniously dumping him on his bed. He Immediately kicks off his boots before he starts to undress himself. “Jesus, Ok Adam at least  give me some sort of warning before you decide to get naked” You say over your shoulder as you turn to walk out of the room and to return to your own. “Ok night night Y/N” You couldn't help but laugh as you hear Adam wish you a good night, completely ignoring his half assed strip tease he just gave you. The second you shut Adams door behind you the anxiety in your stomach builds, what if Cassidy doesn't show but what happens if he does show up. The elevator ride from Adam’s floor to your own feels like an eternity. You get off the elevator and head towards your room. Once inside you put your bag down and take off your jacket. The pacing begins some time after that. You were a nervous wreck as you touched up your makeup and fixed your outfit waiting for Cassidy to show up.  

When you finally hear a knock at your door, you wait a few seconds to catch your breath before you look through the peephole to see Cassidy looking as nonchalant as ever. You open the door and before you can even greet him. Cassidy pushes past you into the room, slamming the door and pushing you up against it. You can feel his lips ghosting your own as you get lost in his gorgeous ocean coloured eyes. You lean up and Cassidy smashes your lips together in a wild and passionate kiss. Your hands went to wrap around Cassidy’s neck as his hand began roaming up and down your side, slipping under your shirt and massaging at the skin. His hands slide into your bra as he squeezes your tits causing you to gasp and that allows him to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Jump” he growls against your mouth as his hands lower to grab the backs  of your thighs as you follow his command and wrap your legs snuggly around his hips.

He walks you both towards your bed before he drops you onto the bed. You bounce as your ass collides with the soft surface. Your body lights up as Cassidy scans your body as he towers over you. You reach up and grab him by the collar to drag him down to smash your mouths back together. His hands return to roaming your body before he begins to tug your shirt up. You take the hint and strip off your shirt. Cassidy immediately attacks your chest with nips and open mouth kisses. You arch your back to get more from pressure and attention from Cassidy’s mouth while his mouth travels down your stomach. You giggled when he reached your happy trail, he eyed you as he began to unbutton your jeans. You raised your hips to make it easier to pull your jeans and your panties off completely and Cassidy throws them haphazardly behind himself.  Cassidy drapes your thighs over his shoulder as he begins to lay soft kisses and gentle bites along the insides of your thighs. He finally starts to lay kisses and kitten licks along your slit as your whines become full on moans at the pleasure you're receiving. His hands have a deadly grip on your hips keeping you bolted to the edge of the mattress meaning you can't do anything but lay there and take it as you start to be devoured. Cassidy’s kitten licks turn to long swipes of his tongue and his gentle kisses turn to toe curling pleasure as Cassidy sucks at your clit. Cassidy ate you out like a madman as you writhed and moaned below him. He eased a finger into you as you cried out his name, begging him for more. The coil in your abdomen tightened and tightened as Cassidy slid a second finger into you using his spit and your wetness as lubricant. He then begin scissoring and fucking you with his long, thin fingers. Knuckles nudging your G spot at the perfect pace as he thrust his fingers at an inhuman speed. “A-a-ahh C-Cassidy I’m g-onna c-cum” You cry out. Cassidy sucks on your clit to push you over the edge and you throw your head back.

You gripped his hair as you came down from your orgasm, you pull him up to kiss him and you groan as the taste of yourself fills your mouth. Your hands trail down his body as you tug at the hem of his shirt because him wearing any clothes is getting aggravating. He smirks at your need to see him naked as soon as possible. He grants your requests and you immediately attack his collarbone and chest with kisses and bites, he lets out a low moan when you suck on a sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder causing him to suddenly grind into you. The feeling of his denim against your bare crotch caused a weird but euphoric rush to run through your body as he began fumbling with his jeans button. You place your hands over his in an effort to calm his nerves, you successfully get his jeans undone and he strips them off and throws them in the same direction that he threw yours. You had seen Cassidy without his shirt on before and you had seen him in wrestling trunks as well but seeing him towering above you in nothing but his boxers made you speechless at just how ungodly attractive he was. His slander build hid how much power and strength he had. You pulled Cassidy down to kiss him and you used this momentum to flip you both over so you were straddling Cassidy. Cassidy raises his hips to throw his boxers off, his hard dick stands up against his stomach and you grind against it for friction against your clit. He stills your hips by grabbing you and teasing your hole with his erection. You whined as Cassidy’s grip on your hips prevented you from sinking down on him.  

Cassidy smirked up at you as he lined himself up and slowly lowered you onto himself. The girth of it begins to override your senses as all you can think about is the stretching feeling as Cassidy pushed himself to the hilt. You sit flush against his hips when Cassidy starts to shallowly thrust up into you and your moans turn to cries when his tip perfectly nudges against your G spot. You place your hands against his chest for leverage and you can feel his rapid breathing beneath your palms. His thrusts become violent as his cock starts to throb inside of you. His hands trail up your body to squeeze and tease with your tits as you rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. You could tell Cassidy was close to cumming by the bright red flush of his face and chest and the groans that were just now becoming audible as he increased in volume the closer to finishing he got. Your hips started to stutter as your body tensed with how close you were. Cassidy lets his hand fall back down your body as he starts to rub tight circles on your clit causing you to be pushed over the edge as the coil in your stomach snaps and a rush of electricity zaps through your body. You clench on Cassidy and it feels as if you milk him of every drop of cum as his cum shoots, hot and thick into you. The aftershocks ripple through both your bodies as you fall forward onto Cassidy.  

After you both have caught your breath, you roll off of Cassidy to allow him to go to the bathroom. You can't help but stare at his bare ass as he walks away. You start to giggle before Cassidy turns back to you with a raised eyebrow. “I hate to see you leave, but i love to watch you go” He barks with laughter at what a horrible line that was. “You already got in my pants, you don't have to use bad pick up lines on me now.” You laugh at the savage rejection your brilliant line got. You stand on wobbly legs as you reach for a random shirt to wear to go to sleep in. Cassidy comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth and hands it to you and you wipe yourself off before throwing the cloth back towards the bathroom and curling up into bed. You notice Cassidy is still standing beside the bed not looking directly at you but darting his eyes around the room as if he's never been in a hotel before. You realize he’s debating whether to stay or go, so you make that decision for him by lifting up the blankets and patting the empty space. “Come on, cool guy, it's cuddle time.” He tries to hide it as he climbs in beside you but you see that small smile on his face as you pull him into your nest of comfort. “Hey Y/N?” you hear Cassidy ask after you turn the light off. “Yeah Orange?” your brows furrow slightly at what Cassidy could be gearing up to ask. “Are you wearing my shirt?” you breathe a sigh of relief at the simple question. “Um yeah” you say, gauging his reaction, silently hoping he's not mad. “Hm.. Cool” He pulls you closer as you start to fall asleep to the even beat of his heart.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 19: Rules Change - Javier Pena

Day 19: Rules Change- Javier Pena 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 18: Her Husband - Marcus Pike 

“You do understand that by getting yourself into this situation...we are going to have to send you back stateside?” 

You nod. 

“Do you have anything you would like to say before we finish today? After this meeting you will need to go to your apartment and pack your bags, your flight leaves out of Columbia at 9 AM.” The ambassador glared at you from his high back leather chair. 

“No...I have nothing to say to you. Only this, I don’t regret a damn thing.” 

“You’re excused. Now get out of my office and go pack your bags.” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and promptly ignores you. 

You slam the door behind you on the way out and walk over towards your desk. You can feel the eyes of your co-workers on you as you pack your small box of personal belongings from your desk. You reach toward your cactus plant on the corner of your desk and it falls to the ground, shattering. 

“Fuck,” you bend down to begin picking it up when a pair of dark sun-kissed skin move into your line of sight, you look up at Javier Pena, your boss. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. Picking up the remaining shards and placing them in the trash. You notice he has a small white paper cup in his hands and he carefully places the cactus in the cup. 

His arm grips your elbow gently, pulling you to your feet. You feel braver with him near and you take a moment to look into his eyes. A storm of emotion is boiling in them and it takes your breath away, “this is fucked up,” he whispers harshly, “I should be the one sent home, not you. I’m your boss...I’m supposed to protect you.” 

You chuckle darkly, “well maybe if we both used protection we wouldn’t be in this situation,” you rest your hand over your slightly protruding belly, “I have to go pack...will you come over tonight?” 

He hands you the plant and you place it gently in the box. “Do you really have to ask?” he whispers. You go to lift the box before it is quickly removed from your hands. 

“Daniel...I can lift a damn box,” Van Ness smiles at you before shrugging. 

“I can also lift a box, isn’t that funny? Let’s go, mama, time to get you home.” 

You cringe, avoiding the eye contact of the office gossips. Only a select few knew why you were leaving and those that didn’t could guess. It was the watercooler gossip of the week. Javier Pena had knocked up one of the Embassy secretaries. She was being fired and sent home in disgrace while Pena stayed in Columbia to take down the Cali cartel.

You didn’t blame Javier though. He wanted to leave with you and threatened to quit. But after the chance to take down Escobar was ripped away from him you knew he had to finish the work with Cali. It had caused many an argument between you but it was a fight he wasn’t going to win. Your one concession to Javi was that you were going to Texas to live with his father. 

You had no family left of your own and when you both sat down and called his father he was ecstatic about becoming a grandpa. Your shook from your thoughts when Daniel nudges you toward the door and Javier’s hand slips from your elbow watching you leave. 

At your apartment, you’re surprised to find Chris Fiestl there and packing your books into boxes with the label already written out. Tears spring to your eyes and you reach out for both of them as they engulf you in hugs, “Don’t cry y/n, you don’t wanna upset the baby.” Daniel reaches forward and gently rubs your stomach. 

“I’m just really happy to have such good friends,” you tell them both pulling away to wipe at your eyes. Daniel and Chris came around the same time you did and you instantly clicked. The three of you would go out drinking and dancing. 

When you started sleeping with Javi, the boys were there for you as you navigated the waters from casual hookup to a full-blown relationship. 

“I’m really going to miss you guys,” you hug them both tightly. From behind you the door unlocks and Javier comes in. Seeing you all embracing he sighs before walking to the small kitchen for a drink. 

The boys give you one final hug before they go, letting you and Javier be alone. You walk to the kitchen and see Javi nursing a whiskey and cooking some dinner. He wasn’t the greatest cook but since you found out you were pregnant and got sick at random smells he’s taken over cooking for you both. You hug him from behind and he leans back onto your shoulder, kissing your cheek. Putting down the spatula he turns and holds you tight. 

“I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be away from you...I love you so fucking much,” he nuzzles your neck placing soft open mouth kisses. 

You pull away and scratch your nails through his scalp he groans at the feeling. “It’s not forever, just until you put those Cali bastards away. Then you can come home to your dads and we can raise our daughter and have a life together.” 

“...Daughter?” his voice is hoarse as he looks at you with glassy eyes. 

You can only nod, your own filled with unshed tears. “I found out a few days ago at that last appointment. We’re gonna have a baby girl Javi.” 

He drops to his knees before your belly and lifts your shift. His hands rough and calloused trace patterns over the small bump. He kisses your stomach lightly “I love you mija, I will always be there for you,” he gazes up at you, “for your both.”  

5 Years Later 

“You have got to be kidding me! That’s a BULLSHIT CALL!” 

“JAVIER!” you shoot up from your lawn chair and pull your husband back down, “SIT THE HELL DOWN! You are embarrassing us!” 

Your father in law is cracking up beside you in his own chair, watching his granddaughter run unsteadily across the field. 

“But baby, she was clear and he called her foul! That’s my little girl out there and you better believe I will kick any honky white ass referee who tries to stop her!” Javier shoots up from his chair again pacing. 

You snort watching the man who helped take down Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel down get mad at a children’s soccer game. But that was Javier as a father. 

After that night he promised he would always be there for her he meant it. Every doctor appointment, hair cut, toddler tumble class, story time at the library, and recently soccer game he was there. His office walls covered in her artwork and always wearing a bracelet she made him at preschool out of macaroni and string; like it came from Tiffany’s. 

“Honey you need to calm down, she is doing great! Those are just the rules of the game, the ref didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Rules change baby, and that guy needs to change his damn rules so he doesn’t foul my daughter,” Javi huffs and you rise pulling him towards you for a kiss. 

“She is so lucky to have you as a daddy Javi. We all are…” you rest his hand over your stomach and his eyes nearly fall out of his head.

“Baby?...” 

You nod and he shouts before kissing you. The whistle blows and your daughter who is the spitting image of her father comes running up. Javi picks her up, blowing raspberries against her cheek as she giggles, pulling you both into a tight hug. Despite the rocky start, you wouldn’t change your family for the world. 

[maybebanks]

Stupid Mistake

WARNING: assault

JJ Maybank x reader

“I’m bored!” you whined. You were sitting in the chateau, with John B and Kie.

Your mind was unoccupied, you had been so used to listening to JJ and Pope’s banter, it was the only thing that could entertain you.

“Y/n, if I knew you were gonna moan like that I wouldn’t have invited you to join the pogues,” Kie scolded.

“I for one, don’t mind,” John B winked.

You rolled your eyes. Usually it was JJ making the flirty jokes.

Kie told you that JJ didn’t really like you at first, but once he got to know you, he fell. And couldn’t stop flirting. You just thought it was a joke and turned down all his advances.

“So none of y’all want to go surfing?” You asked, standing up from the less than comfortable couch.

“Nah Y/n/n, I’m dead,” Kie says tiredly.

“John B? Just me and you?” You asked. He just shrugged, “oh come on, I know you want to...”

“I broke my wrist, and I kinda just wanna chill. We can watch a movie or something,” John B suggests.

You groan.

“Your TV is like totally out of whack since Agatha,” you retaliated.

John B just chuckled and went in the other room.

“I’m gonna go find JJ. He won’t turn me down, like all of you p*ssies!’ You said the last part, hoping to motivate them.

You opened the door and walked out on the porch.

“Wait!” Kie said anxiously, her eyebrows were knit together and she pulled your t-shirt back.

“What?”

“You shouldn’t go over there. JJ...um...JJs place is a little rough. He doesn’t wanna be embarrassed when you see it. Just hang with us,”

“Y’all are boring,” you joked, “and besides, I’m sure JJ will be okay with it. I won’t judge,” you shrugged and hurried off to your car.

Kie tried to stop you again, but hopelessly sighed, before shouting, “be careful! I’m serious!”

10 minutes later, you arrived at the small yellow shack JJ called home. It was a humble house. But the paint was chipping and needed some serious maintenance. Nonetheless, you shrugged and knocked on the front door.

You heard some heavy metal music playing on the inside. So you didn’t know if he would hear your knock. You headed to the back and invited yourself in.

“JJ?” you called. You looked in all directions, there was a mess in every turn. And you thought John B was a slob.

You sighed and decided to head towards the bedroom, but just as you stepped through the door. You felt a force push you against the wall and a rough calloused hand cover your mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” The voice shouted. You thought it was JJ at first, so you squirmed and shoved at him.

But then, you noticed this man was a lot larger, and older.

You tensed at the sight. This must be JJ’s father.

“Quite the..uninvited guest. You’re too pretty to be poking around in places you don’t belong,” he sneered, his hand was still tight around your face. Your eyes widened at his comment.

When he finally let go to let you speak, your mouth went dry.

“Um hi Sir. I’m so sorry to bother you. Please forgive me for intruding, I was looking for-“

“For my son,” he finishes.

You responded with a nod. His father gave you a smirk, “damn. Why are you dressed like this?” He says, touching your bikini strap.

That was a no go. He commented on your body, and was giving you the wrong feeling.

“I was planning on going surfing,” you answer, looking around if JJ might show up, to save you.

You push yourself up from the wall and attempt to turn around, but he grabs your bare waist, and pulls you back.

Your nose practically touched his, you could smell his beer ridden breath.

“You gonna leave without saying goodbye?” He said, his hands fell to your denim shorts. His rough fingers gliding along the hem.

You were frozen.

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. Your throat was aching. You couldn’t help but think about JJ. How could he live with a man capable of this? Does he know?

“You keep your mouth quiet, and I won’t tell my son,” he slurred.

“Please, stop it. Mr. Maybank. I should...I have to go,”

He brought his hands up to your face and slapped your cheek twice. It wasn’t too hard, but enough to rough you up.

He took the two straps of your bikini and moved them up and down, so your chest bounced up and down.

You raised your hands up to push him off, but quickly he grabbed your wrists.

“Ah don’t test me, darling,” he smirked again.

“Please let me leave, I have to see John B...” you pleaded, your voice horse. Coming up with any excuse possible.

He chuckled, “going after JJ and John B huh,”

“No um it’s not like that. Sir please just let me go, I promise-“

He cut you off by wrapping his hands around your throat, “listen here you little bitch, I don’t know where you’re from, but you stay away from my boy, you hear?”

You nodded rapidly, and finally he let go. Leaving you gasping and coughing.

He shoved you towards the door and you stumbled out. Without JJ.

You wondered if JJ was even home, and hope he would interfere if he was. But no one had helped you.

When you arrived at your place, you ran to your bathroom and showered. You were in there for what felt like hours, just crying. Your tears mixing with the raining shower head.

Kie invited you back to the chateau and promised it wouldn’t be boring. But you declined and said your parents wanted you home.

Your parents were out of town.

That night you got no sleep. Every time you would close your eyes, you would see him. His hair going grey, his harsh light eyes.

When you got out of bed the next morning, you looked like shit. Dark circles under your eyes, and visible bruises around your neck.

You wanted to punch the mirror. It hurt you to the core.

And the worse fact was, this man was connected to JJ. The JJ you adored, the JJ you fought and flirted with. The JJ who made your life exciting. And the JJ that cared about you.

Did you have to give up on that? All because of his asshole of a father.

Tears continued to stream down your face.

You hated yourself. It had to be your fault too. Why did you wear that damn bikini.

You felt his touch all over you. So you decided to take yet another shower.

After that, your phone was filled with texts from the Pogues. Asking you to meet.

You declined all of them, again. With bullshit like: I don’t feel well. Rain check. I’m super busy today. Family stuff.

You contemplated it for a while. The truth. Would you eventually tell someone? No. They would just look at you differently.

Two days later, you hung out with Pope and Kie. But as soon as JJ arrived with John B you said you had to leave.

5 days went by, and the pogues could tell you were avoiding JJ. But you denied any of their theories. And just said family stuff got busy.

But after a week. John B finally convinced you to go on the boat with all the pogues. You figured it wouldn’t be that hard to avoid JJ, not look at him, or think about him. Easy. You lied to yourself.

But the night before, you relapsed. Your dreams were consumed by the act made against you. You barely slept a minute.

And again like clockwork, your reflection was rough. Dark circles, and red eyes. The good news was, that the bruises were fading. But they could still be seen if you were close enough.

You covered them with makeup with ease. Then washed your face and applied some concealer that would most likely wear off. But you didn’t care.

You arrived on the dock at John B’s place. You wore a long sleeve and shorts. Trying to be as conserved as possible.

You waved when you saw John B, and smiled at the sight of Kie and Pope. But your heart dropped to your feet at the sight of JJ Maybank.

“Hi guys,” you said, looking straight at Kie.

“You haven’t hung out with us in a while! We started to think you hate us or something?” Pope says.

“No, I could never hate you, Pope,” you smiled.

Pope hugged you and you laughed. Kie shoved your shoulders, “you bitch! I missed you,” you claimed, stealing you from Pope.

John B smiled happily at you and you exchanged the Pogue handshake with him.

But JJ. When he stood before you, you couldn’t help but step back.

“Hey,” you muttered.

“Are you okay, Y/n? You look like you haven’t slept in days,” JJ asks, concerned.

You fake laugh, “um-“

“It’s because she hasn’t!” Kie shouts, grabbing your arm and leading you on the boat.

You told Kie that you had trouble sleeping, so she gave you some melitonin pills.

Once you all got in, JJ shouted, “Get the anchor John!”

You flinched at his raised voice. And when you looked up to see if anyone noticed, Kie frowned at you.

You shrugged at her.

After JJ and John B decided on a good place to anchor, John B sat towards you and Kie in the front of the boat.

He settled next to Kie, plopping down and thudding. Sending the boat wobbling a little.

You laughed lightly, and noticed Kie grab onto Pope.

JJ’s eyes were covered by his all black aviators, so you didn’t know he was planning on sitting next to you until he did.

Your heart rate picked up when you remembered you had to remain unnoticed. You shifted a bit farther from JJ. And as casually as you could, you continued.

“What’s up y/n? I don’t bite?” JJ said to you. He saw through your actions.

You bit your lip, still not looking at him, you said, “I know. I just thought I saw something in the water.”

“Y/n are you sure your okay? It’s like you’ve been afraid of JJ for weeks?” Pope asks.

“I’m not- I’m not afraid of JJ. Guys come on,” you pushed it off.

“What did I do, Y/n? You won’t even look at me,” JJ tells you.

You look at John B, “nothing. Guys drop this. I’m here aren’t I?!”

“Were just trying to help,” Kie says, looking down.

JJ moves close to you, sliding along the boat.

“Y/n, you can always talk to me. You’re just acting different, I’m worried,” he assures.

“It’s..it’s cool JJ,” you stutter. He is close enough to touch you.

JJ, sees your in need of comfort, so he places a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me...You...don’t come any closer, JJ. Please,” you say, moving away again.

“Why are you mad at me?” JJ says, throwing his hands in the air.

“JJ...just a back off,” you say stepping back, closer to the edge of the boat.

“What did I do?!” He says each word slowly.

Your eyes burn again, you feel tears threatening to come. Quickly you blink fast.

“John B, take me home please,” you said.

JJ mutters something angerly and John B starts the boat heading back.

“Y/n, c’mon you’re driving him crazy. Just tell him,” Pope pleads.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumble.

Everyone is silent the rest of the way.

Once arriving back, Kie and Pope dock the boat and John B starts dinner in the house.

You want to run away from JJ, but your feet are keeping your grounded.

Standing infront of John B’s house, JJ cautiously steps towards you.

“Y/n,” JJ begins, “look, I’m sorry for whatever I did. But I derve to know if it’s taking away one of the best things I have,” JJ explains.

“You didn’t do anything,” you admit.

JJ raises his eyebrows.

You take a deep breath in, finally looking deep into his eyes, you ask, “Are you like him?”

JJ looks taken aback, “like who?”

“Your dad,” you answered shortly.

JJ gives you a weird look, “why would you ask that?”

“Just..answer my question, please,”

“Y/n, what? I mean not..not really. I don’t want to be like him. But where is this coming from. I already told you never to go to my house, how do you know about my dad,”

“I met him,”

JJ frowns, “y/n...”

“I’m...I don’t know how...how to cope. He did things to me JJ...I just can’t wrap my head around it..” you explain. Breathing heavily.

“Hey...Y/n slow down. What did he do?” JJ asked comfortingly.

You wiped tears from your eyes, “I don’t wanna say...” you cried.

“Hey, hey come here,” JJ said, wrapping you in this arms, you were comforted by his chest.

“JJ?” You asked.

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell you...I went to you house to get you. I shouldn’t have intruded but I-I didn’t know. And your dad, he was touching me and talking about my body. I just froze and let him touch me like that. I feel so used, JJ,”

You felt JJ tense.

“That son of a bitch,” he muttered.

“Would you ever do that to me JJ?” You whispered. You had to confirm your doubts.

“Y/n. Never. You are so much more to me. I love you so much and I would never ever hurt you like that. It is so wrong what he did and I am so disgusted,” he paused, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Y/n I’m so sorry,”

“Thank you JJ. Can we just stay here for a while?”

“Yeah,”

[mattzerella-sticks]

Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 5 - Now That’s an Angel Blade 

           Sam comes to, blinking, staring at Dean’s door. He chokes on a gasp, stumbling backwards. Away from his brother’s room. From what he heard.

           “Now that’s what I call an angel blade.”

           He presses flat against the wall, jaw working hard at producing no sound. Stopped by the knot in his throat, clogged by the possibility of what might have been. Had Sam, not catching the panted moan, barreled through the door. Dean and Cas in such a compromising position Sam would be struck blind from the sight of their naked bodies –

           “No,” he wipes the thought with a flick of his twitching hand, “No. We are not thinking about that right now.”

           Recovering, somewhat, Sam stands without aid on shaky legs. He shuffles towards the door again, only for the book he dropped. Nothing else. Sam lifts it, scanning for any damage. The page he bookmarked was lost, but nothing else happened to the ancient tome. Luckily. Tucking it under arm, Sam spins on his heel. Body telling him he should run far from Dean’s room.

           He lingers, though. Stuck because of some light ruffling from the other side of the door. Curiosity betrays him, and he leans closer. Listens more attentively.

           Dean chuckles, “Come on, let me play with it.”

           “No Dean,” Cas says, “you wouldn’t know how to handle it. Just… let me do all the work.”

           Shame rushes down his back like cold water, every nerve in his body raw and sparking. He sprints through the hallway at a record pace. No set destination in mind. Perhaps he’ll snag an extra set of keys for one of the many cars sitting in the garage and drive. Drive until the tank empties and start a new life, with a new name. He’s always liked Jared for some reason.

           Jared Peterman. Normal guy, with a normal past and family. Tragically he has no siblings, not even a brother that any angels can romantically entangle with. Tragic.

           “Sam?” He trips over his feet, almost steamrolling over Jack. The younger boy steps aside, avoiding his large frame. “Sam, what’s the matter? Is there an emergency?”

           Not a real one. Years of memories being torn to shreds and restructured in a more accurate understanding would mean little in Jack’s opinion. But for Sam… it’s shaken his worldview. Up there with all the others. Angels being real, Chuck being God, and now Dean and Cas fucking.

           “No, it’s not –“ Sam winces, pain scratching at his skull. He rubs his temple, “I, I’m not feeling too good. Think I need to lie down…”

           “Oh…” Jack holds up his hand, brows furrowed, “do you want me to –“

           “No!” He jumps, Sam’s voice echoing in the hallway. “No, no you don’t…” Sam continues, softer, “that’s not necessary.” Tempting? Sure. If he asked, Jack could definitely wipe his memory of the discovery. Leaving him in blissful ignorance for when Dean and Cas actually reveal their new relationship in a manner that won’t scar Sam for the remainder of his life. But for such a clean slate, he’d be ratting them out to Jack. And while the boy might think of them as his dads, he’s not sure how he’ll explain them being his… dads. “I think some sleep might do me some good… or I’ll take a painkiller, or ten.”

           Jack worries his bottom lip, not sold on Sam’s excuse. Still, he relents. Hand resting at his side. “If you say.” He glances behind, frown deepening. “Hey… have you seen Dean?”

           “Dean?” Sam panics, stiffening. “No, why would I have seen Dean, I don’t think I’ve seen him at all. Ever. Never seen him.” Coughing, he hides behind his bangs. Avoiding Jack’s searching expression. “Why are you looking for him anyway?”

           “I have a question,” he says, “I thought he’d be helpful in answering.”

           “Okay. But, if I can’t find him he’s probably busy,” Sam tells Jack, “maybe he’s in the middle of something and – uh… doesn’t want to be disturbed?”

           Jack huffs, “It’s kind of important, and I haven’t found him in his usual places… the garage, the kitchen…” His face brightens, though, despite Sam’s dismissal. “I haven’t tried his room though!”

           “Jack, wait -!”

           “Thanks Sam!”

           He disappears around the corner, bounding down the hallways. Sam watches leave, too weak he cannot prevent the unfortunate series of events and conversations that will entail. Instead Sam shuffles towards his room. Hopefully, when he wakes up, the storm will pass.

           Hopefully.

🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹🩹

           Jack barges in without knocking, Dean’s grip on the sword faltering. “Holy hell, Jack,” Dean yells, catching it before the blade sliced through his foot. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

           “Sorry, sorry…” he says, wincing, “I wasn’t sure you’d be in here.” Glancing between him and Cas, the latter lounging on Dean’s bed. Feet crossed at the ankles, perfectly relaxed while Dean swung the relic around like a toy and not the heavenly prototype of the standard angel’s weapon with an enriched history that Cas spent the last three hours explaining to him.

           “Jack,” Cas speaks now, “did you need something?”

           “I… I wanted to ask Dean a question.”

           Dean hands the sword off, Cas accepting it. Laying it on the other side of him. “Ask away.”

           Jack wrings his hands, nerves making themselves known. “Okay,” he says, pacing at the entrance of Dean’s room. “So, I was in town earlier, and I ran into this guy. We started talking and, well… I think I like him.”

           “That’s good!” Dean nods, smiling. Faltering as Jack’s smile doesn’t mirror his own. “What’s the problem?”

           “I don’t know what to do next!” Jack throws his hands in the air, “What should I do?”

           Snorting, Dean closes the distance and wraps an arm around Jack. Guides him into the hallway, “Listen, talking to boys is real simple.”

           “It is?”

           “Yeah,” he says, “what you need to do is hang out with him, maybe get him talking about something he likes. That he’s interested in. Show interest, even if it’s fake. And, then, at the right time, ask if he wants to make out.”

           Jack arches a brow, “That’s all?”

           “Well, I mean if he says no then you’ll have to live through an awkward few minutes,” Dean admits, squeezing Jack’s shoulder. “But I doubt that’ll happen. I’m sure he likes you as much as you like him. So go and make plans, already.”

           “I will!” Jack yells, dashing off, “thanks!”

           Dean waits for the younger boy to disappear, closing the door as he re-enters his room. Locking it for extra measure. When he turns, Dean notices the critical stare from Cas. “What?”

           “That’s your advice?”

           “It’s good advice!”

           “When has it ever worked for you?”

           He grins, swaggering towards Cas. Leaning close, their noses brush. “Hey, Cas, d’you wanna…”

(Day 4: Cutest Curse Ever)

[heroloverangel]

Subterfuge

aka “What’s a flimsy excuse for a plot to fuck Hawks again?”

Note: This does have minor spoilers that’ll probably be at the start of season 5, if anyone wants to avoid them!

This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in front of a certain hero’s home, knocking as loud as you can without disturbing his neighbors. “Come on, open up. You know they don’t pay me overtime!” You bang impatiently on the door again, complaining to yourself about how this was supposed to be your day off, and you’ve wasted half of it trying to track down this overgrown chicken, and your boss at the Hero Public Safety Commission can fuck right off if she thinks-

“Thinks what?” The door finally opens, revealing the lazy smirk of the number two hero. “She can’t be too mad if she sent the cute secretary.” He winks and you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the usual flutter of butterflies in your stomach. It’s not your fault that he’s a shameless flirt. You push past him into his apartment and Hawks follows you, chatting happily about his day.

He apologizes that he didn’t see your messages, but the place definitely looks like it’s been hastily cleaned by someone expecting company. You leave your shoes and drop down on his couch, pulling his missing paperwork out of your bag and he slouches next to you, looking far too cheerful considering all the trouble he’s given you. “Here,” you shove the folder at him. “These are the updated regulations on payments for commercials.” The hero takes them from you, yawns, and stretches his arm across your side of the couch. “You were supposed to sign it two weeks ago.”

He laughs and offers you a shrug. “Guess I just lost track of time.” His wings twitch, and out of the corner of your eye you notice something that looks like a very small camera attached to his feather. His arm slips down to stretch across your shoulder, and you feel a tingle at the spot where his fingers touch your bare skin once you activate your quirk.

Your power isn’t good enough to be a hero, but it’s certainly useful for the Commission. You have a minor form of mind reading; when you make contact with someone, you’re able to ask simple questions in their mind and hear their answer in your own brain. It’s taken you quite a few years to figure out how to phrase anything into a yes or no question, but Hawks picked up on the rules of your quirk almost instantly. It comes in handy at times like this, when a flimsy excuse about work brings you together to share information about the villains he’s infiltrating.

Are they watching? Yes.

Did you know the boss can’t find anything about the leader’s history? No.

Do you have anything for her? Yes.

Should we distract the camera? Yes.

The two of you have a light conversation to hide the one in your heads, but it’s far too easy to fall into his trap and find yourself totally charmed by the hero. You don’t object when the playful words turn into a kiss, and your mouth opens for his tongue with no hesitation. “Babe, you’re so good for me,” he coos, warm breath making you shiver as he nips at your ear. “You know I ignore the Commission sometimes just so you’ll have to come over?”

Even with your quirk, you’re never quite sure how much of his affection is just an act, or if there’s any truth behind his words. “You could just text me like a normal person,” you snort, ruffling his hair and stealing a kiss of your own.

“Now where would the fun be in that?” He’s already tugging at your shirt, and it’s almost embarrassing how fast he gets it off you to trail his lips along your shoulder to the strap of your bra. “You even wore the nice red one for me,” he notices with a smirk. “I bet it’s a matching set.”

“Hey,” you complain, slapping his hand away from the zipper of your pants. “I’m not getting fucked on your couch again. I know how comfy your bed is.” He laughs at you, burying the sound in your neck as he gives a quick, teasing nip at your pulse. Hawks is good at this, and despite your attitude it’s far too tempting to lay back and let him do whatever he wants. Still he agrees, gesturing for you to lead the way while he maneuvers out of his shirt. You look back, and in the brief second the camera on his wing is covered, you see him quickly slip something into your bag.

You’ve never been told to sleep with Hawks as part of your job, simply to do whatever’s necessary to help him share information. The sex is just a bonus, an easy excuse to spend time together, have his hands on you. The fact that it plays right into his reputation as a carefree playboy only makes it more believable.

He’s back on you the moment you get to his bedroom. You’re wrapped in those beautiful wings, his fingers tangling in your hair as he angles your face up for his lips. It’s been a few weeks, and  he’s more eager than usual to get his tongue back in your mouth. For a moment you remember the camera and wonder how good of a view your audience has, but then Hawks is groping at your chest and the thought is quickly forgotten. His fingers slip into your bra and stroke a hardening nipple to earn a moan from the back of your throat.

“I almost wanna keep this on,” he says, slipping a strap off your shoulder. “Too bad you make the best fucking sounds when I’m playing with you.” Your bra is off before you can think of a reply, so instead you busy yourself with trailing your own fingers over his abs and stomach. His muscles twitch at your touch; he plays his role as the smooth lover boy perfectly, but his reaction hints that he’s just as smitten as you are. It feels so quiet and intimate in the cocoon of his wings, you let your hand slip up to palm his cheek and he leans into your touch. He pulls you closer, pressing your bodies together, kissing you deeper until your head is spinning and you have to force yourself to break for air.

Held against him like this, the press of his cock inside his pants is obvious. You reach for him, hoping to tease him a bit but he’s not in the mood to play fair tonight. His wings split apart and you’re disoriented for a moment by the sudden return of brighter light and cooler air. It’s easy for him to walk you backwards until your legs hit the bed and you’re guided onto the familiar mattress.

“This was your plan all day, wasn’t it?”

He laughs. “What, I’m just not supposed to seduce the hot secretary when she makes a house call? Do you know how much porn starts with that exact plot?” He leaves another kiss on your neck while his fingers trail down your sides, skimming over your ribs to work at your zipper. You lift your hips to help him slide your jeans off, and you don’t miss the pleased sigh Hawks makes at the sight of you. “Damn, you look good in red.”

You smile and grab for him. “Get up here.” You don’t need to tell him again; he’s on top of you before you can blink, warm mouth following the line of your collarbone and leaving you panting. Your eyes slip closed to enjoy his attention and he’s rewarded with a sweet, breathy gasp when you feel his touch circling your nipples. You wriggle under him, feeling the rough fabric of his pants on your bare skin as the gentle strokes send shivers down your spine. You’re aware of him shifting his weight above you, hear the jingling of his belt as he yanks off the rest of his clothes and you blink up at him with curiosity. Wait, where are his hands?

“You fucking tease,” you groan, heat rising to your cheeks as two of his soft feathers continue their attack on your breasts. He looks absolutely delighted at your response, watching you squirm with every movement of his quirk. You bite your lip, trying to keep your noises to yourself but you’re tragically outmatched. It only takes him a minute to have you whining for him, arching your back as every light flick of his feathers drives you wild. “Hawks, enough.”

From his position between your legs, you can’t hide the damp spot you know is spreading across your panties. He touches you through the fabric and your hips jerk when he brushes against your clit. His hand slips past your underwear for more, prodding at your pussy to feel how wet you are. “Complain all you want, I can tell how much you love it when I do that.” His fingers find their way inside, and he gives you a pleased hum as your walls squeeze around him. “Oh, sweetheart. You want me that bad, huh?” You nod and swallow loudly, trying to find your voice.

“Looks like you want it just as much,” you point out, very aware of the precum leaking from the tip of his cock in anticipation. He pumps himself for you and you admire him; after all those years of training, his body is practically perfect. By the time he’s pulling your panties off and positioning his perfect dick to enter you, you’re covered in sweat and nearly begging him for it. He sprawls over you, face buried in your neck and in the moment, you know this isn’t an act.

“Ask me nicely.”

You reach up and run your fingers through his messy hair. “Keigo,” your voice is so quiet it’s barely audible. “Come on, fuck me.”

The growl he lets out is more like an animal than any human. “That’s my girl,” he snarls, hips surging forward to push his throbbing dick inside. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Despite the ferocity in his voice, he starts frustratingly slow. Your body’s more than ready for him, and every smooth thrust into your cunt drags another embarrassingly needy sound from you. His mouth is all over you, leaving sloppy kisses across your face and neck. He’s got enough control not to leave obvious marks, even as his teeth nip softly at your skin. Your arms wrap around his strong shoulders, pulling him close to enjoy his own grunts as he buries his cock in your dripping pussy over and over.

“Still mad you had to come over?” You shake your head, too distracted for words. He brushes over your clit and you cry out, your muscles squeeze tight around him at the touch. “God, I never get over how good that feels.”

It’s unfair that he’s just as talented with his fingers as he is with his quirk. He moves faster, rutting deeper into you while his fingers tease your clit to keep you mewling like a cat in heat. “Hawks, don’t...I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

His smirk is downright wicked. “That’s what I want, beautiful. Tell me how much you love it.”

He bites down sharply on your throat and his free hand comes up to grope your chest, barely grazing along a sensitive nipple and you’re gone. Your nails sink into his back as you writhe beneath him, squealing for your hero while your cunt twitches wildly around his pulsing cock.

“Fuck, babe. You have no idea how good you look like that.” Your mind is out of service, body running on instinct now to keep up with him. He has no interest in letting you recover, only rutting harder between your thighs to get himself off. “Look at me,” he orders, kissing your sweaty forehead and you meet his eyes after a few seconds. “So pretty,” he murmurs.

You’re content to lay back and let him finish on his own; it’s a surprise when he grabs onto your hips and changes his angle just slightly, but you feel the difference immediately. He’s rubbing against your g-spot with every stroke, and you see stars in your vision. All too soon you’re on the verge of another orgasm and bring him down to whisper praises in his ear. “You’re so good to me. That’s perfect. Keigo, please-” It’s too much for Hawks, and there’s a flurry of motion as he pulls out of you just in time, warm cum splattering across your lower belly. He always loves to see you covered in it, and you wonder if this is some weird bird instinct to mark you with his scent.

You don’t have time to think about it, though. His fingers are slipping back into your now-empty pussy before you can lose the buildup, and his tongue flicks over your clit to force more of those sweet, obscene sounds out of you. He only needs a few seconds of this treatment to have your legs clamped around his head and you’re wailing for him again. He stays there, licking greedily at your cunt until you have to yank at his hair to stop.

Limbs feeling like jelly, you stretch out on his bed to catch your breath. You close your eyes and nearly doze off as you let him clean you up and fix the sheets. You don’t respond until he flops down onto the mattress beside you and one large wing spreads across your body. You look over and he meets your eyes with a faint smile.

“Hey, eventually when I get some free time…” Hawks yawns loudly and puts his arm across your shoulders. You know what he means by that. He’s thinking about some point in the future, when this mission is over and he’s not stuck playing around with villains. Curious, you activate your quirk to read his thoughts. “I wanna take you out on a real date,” he announces.

“Really?” You ask out loud, and the question echoes in your head.

Really? Yes. 

“Definitely.” 

You try to play it cool, but the grin spreading across your face tells him everything. “Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.” It’s warm underneath his wing. Surely you can afford to spend a bit more time here before you head home. “Hey, Hawks?”

“Mmm?”

“Next time just sign your goddamn papers on time and I’ll fuck you out of sheer gratitude.”

His laugh is tired but genuine. “Deal.”

[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 13/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda finally realizes how stupid he's been: Soda runs towards his problems, he's the only one surprised by the outcome.

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At some point his jog had turned into a run.

He couldn’t stop all the doubts and shitty thoughts swirling around in his brain, so he just focused on getting to where Gundham was as fast as he could, before he started doubting himself again.

But it didn’t matter.

When he arrived at the ranch, Gundham was nowhere to be seen. Soda walked a loop around the place, even managed to find a foal Gundham had been taking care of, but there was no sign of the man himself.

The urge to give up was overwhelming.

No. He needed to talk to Gundham, he couldn’t keep putting it off every time he encountered a little obstacle, or he’d probably never talk to him again.

Think dumbass . If Gundham wasn’t at the ranch, where would he be?

Maybe he got hungry? It was still kind of early for dinner, but for all he knew Gundham had missed lunch, so it wouldn’t be that strange if he had gone to the restaurant for a bite to eat.

Or maybe he’s just hiding because he doesn’t want to talk.

Soda shook his head and ran off towards the hotel. He had plenty of experience running from his problems, it felt good to run from his excuses instead.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the restaurant, it had been a while since he’d run so much. Once he reached the top of the stairs he stood, panting, as he turned his head in every direction, looking for any sign of Gundham.

Nothing.

He’s avoiding you.

His cabin then? Sonia had said he had the Devas with him at the ranch, so maybe he had decided to return them to their lair.

He caught his breath and sprinted back down the stairs and towards Gundham’s cabin.

He really hoped Gundham would be there, his legs were starting to cramp up and he didn’t know how much more running he’d be able to do.

Just give up.

He knocked on Gundham’s door.

“Gundham? Are you there?” He paused. “I know you don’t want to talk, but there’s something really important I need to tell you!” He pressed his ear to the door but heard nothing, maybe Gundham really wasn’t here either?

He’s just pretending he’s not home.

Where else then?

Soda backed away from Gundham’s door. He didn’t know where he would go next, but he knew he needed to keep moving. He took a deep breath and turned to run back the way he came.

And Gundham was there.

Standing at the crossroad between the boys’ and girls’ cabins and looking around anxiously.

Was he looking for him?

Only so he can avoid you.

“Gundham!” It felt like time slowed as he shouted his name. The second the word had left his mouth, Gundham turned and ran away from the hotel.

Away from him.

See? He’s ignoring you.

It must be something else.

He ran the second you called his name.

Maybe he hadn’t heard him.

There’s no such thing coincidence.

No. He had to follow him.

He doesn’t even want to look at you.

No… he just…

He hates you.

No…

Stop lying to yourself. You’re disgusting and stupid and you fuck up everything you touch. Of course he ran from you. He should have done it sooner.

“Why have you not apologized?”

He doesn’t want your apology, he wants you to just disappear.

“That doesn’t really sound like Gundham…”

He never wants to see you again, never wants to have to hear you speak again.

“He does not want to talk because you have not apologized yet!”

It’s too late, he hates you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“You’re not really ready to give up on Gundham.”

He won’t listen, even if he does it won’t matter, it won’t change anything.

“At least he will know that you are sorry!”

Sorry for what? Sorry for treating him like garbage? Sorry for fucking things up the way you always do? Sorry for wasting his time with your worthless existence? Apologize all you want, he’ll still hate you. Maybe not right away, but eventually. You’re not worth his time. You’re not worth anything. You’ll just keep making mistakes.

“Then apologize.”

The voices of his friends echoed around his head, Hajime and Sonia battling his own doubts as he waited for one side to win. He knew he was moving, knew he hadn’t given into his own despair yet, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. He wanted so badly to just give up, to just let Gundham hate him.

He had run. He didn’t want to listen.

“When you are ready, I will listen.”

But that had been before he had fucked everything up.

“I will always be here for you.”  

Had he meant that? Had he just said it to get him to stop crying? Gundham didn’t seem like the type to say things like that if he didn’t mean them but he been acting like a pretty big pussy…

“You are too hard on yourself, my sweet consort.”

He wouldn’t give up yet. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, maybe he’d have to chase Gundham down and corner him to make him listen, but he wouldn’t give up yet. He owed that much to Gundham, for being so kind to him, and he owed it to Hajime and Sonia as well, for putting up with all his shit.

But he couldn’t run anymore, his legs were too tired, and he had lost the mental drive that had let him push himself earlier.

He wouldn’t give up, but maybe he could take his time…

You’re making excuses again.

He wasn’t… he might be. He wasn’t sure. He kept moving, told himself he was looking for Gundham, but his legs were carrying him towards the little beach they had found for Gundham’s swimming lesson. Maybe he thought Gundham would be there, or maybe he just wanted to be alone. He really wasn’t sure anymore, all the voices in his head were blurring together now, becoming little more than noise that was slowly giving him a headache. Maybe he could just take a nap. Maybe Gundham would want to talk when he woke up…

He reached the secluded beach, and he wasn’t sure if he was actually disappointed that Gundham wasn’t there, or if he was pretending to be so he could act like he hadn’t given up yet.

Had he given up yet?

He laid on his back in the sand.

Maybe.

He wished he could give Gundham another swimming lesson. Wished Gundham would trust him like that again, wished Gundham would let him see him so vulnerable again, and wished he would let him help him again. He didn’t care if they never had sex again. He would have treasured that night forever, treasured watching Gundham slowly improve and become more confidant with his help, even without everything that happened after. It had been good, really good, but all he really wanted was to be able to hold Gundham again, to be able to laugh with him, and cry with him, and to just be with him again.

He felt a weight on his chest.

He paused.

On his chest?

He opened his eyes and looked down.

There was a hamster on his chest.

“Jum-P?” He was going crazy. He had to be going crazy.

He slowly lifted a finger to try to poke the thing on his chest that absolutely could not be Jum-P.

It bit him.

Soda flinched and sat up, remembering to catch Jum-P at the last second, and looked down at the apparently non-imaginary hamster in his hands.

“What the fuck?”

Jum-P just stared back at him.

“What the hell are you doing all the way out here?” Shouldn’t Jum-P be with Gundham? OR at least back in his cabin?

What if-

“You’re here to punish me for upsetting Gundham aren’t you?” He laughed to himself. No matter how good Gundham was at training animals, there was no way he could train a hamster to hunt Soda down and bit him… right?

He looked down at Jum-P and laughed when he moved in a way that almost looked like nodding.

“Well, if that’s what you’re here for then you can bite me all you want, I deserve it. It still wont hurt nearly as bad as knowing how bad I fucked up though…” Jum-P didn’t bite him, so Soda shifted him into one palm and started petting him. It reminded him of the first time he had held Jum-P, back in Gundham’s cabin. “Can’t believe I didn’t realize how I felt back then, looking back, it was pretty obvious.”

He heaved a heavy sigh. Why the hell was he talking to a hamster.

“Did you know, little man? Animals are supposed to be pretty sensitive to feelings, aren’t they? Did you know I was crushing on your overlord?” He laughed a little as Jum-P nuzzled against his finger. “You wanna know something? I think I did know. I think I was just pretending I didn’t cus I never thought I’d feel that way about another guy, y’know? Something like that… it’s scary. You probably don’t get it cus you’re a hamster, but lots of humans can be pretty shitty about that kind of thing…”

Soda closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe he wasn’t crazy enough to hallucinate a hamster, but he was still pretty crazy for talking to one. Whatever, it felt nice to finally say this stuff out loud, the hamster was more of an excuse than anything anyways, so might as well keep going. He re-opened his eyes and smiled down at Jum-P who was wiggling around in his palm now, apparently taking in the sight of the rocky hill behind him.

“I think… I think I could handle it though, if it was for Gundham… with Gundham. It still scares me shitless to think about how my dad would react, or even some of our friends… and don’t even get me started on strangers, but…” He thought of Sonia and Hajime, and by extension Nagito. He was pretty sure he could count on all of them to support him and Gundham if they ever got together. “I guess I have a few people in my corner to rely on… and if it meant I got to be with Gundham everyday? I think I could take it.”

He paused for a moment. He realized he really meant it. Even if his dad never wanted to see him again and he lost some friends, with Hajime and the others behind him, and Gundham at his side, he could still be happy. He could wake up everyday knowing he had made the right choice, as long as it meant he got to hold Gundham’s hand, and see those soft little smiles, and feel those warm forehead kisses…

Too bad about all that though.

“You know I really fucked up, little man. Gundham probably told you, right? I was too busy being scared and stupid to realize he feels the same way about me that I feel about him… or, maybe he did. I guess I don’t know exactly how he feels, I just know he likes me- oh, um, liked me… before I fucked everything up…” He thought about wiping away the tears that welled up in his eyes, but he was scared he’d accidently drop Jum-P, and besides, it’s not like the hamster could judge him. “I guess now I’ll never get to know exactly how he felt, huh? Never figure out if he felt the same, but I-” He took a deep breath.

“I love him.”

There it was. He felt his face heat up at the words. The words he should have spoken days ago. The words that could have stopped this whole situation from happening. The words he’d probably never actually get to say to Gundham, so he just said them again to his hamster.

“I love him. And I’m so fucking stupid for not telling him earlier!” Jum-P started squeaking at him, and he imagined it was his way of encouraging him. “I love Gundham! It’s not even hard to say!” He deflated. “So why the fuck didn’t I just say it earlier before I fucked all this up? Now I’ll… I’ll never get to tell him… Now that I know how damn good it feels to say… it’s too late.”

“Perhaps… it is not.”

Soda froze and Jum-P hopped out of his hand, running off behind him. Soda turned to see where the hamster was going and watched as he crawled up a tall black boot.

He couldn’t bring himself to meet Gundham’s eyes.

“H-how long have you…?”

“You spoke of animals being sensitive to feelings as I approached…”

Soda glanced up at Gundham’s face, he was looking away and blushing harder than Soda had ever seen him blush before.

Soda felt stupid sitting in the sand, so he stood up. When he looked back at Gundham’s face their eyes met. Neither of them said anything, they just stood and stared in silence, neither of them really sure what they should do.

Soda knew he should say something, knew this was the moment for his big speech where he explained all of his shitty actions and all of his feelings and begged for Gundham’s forgiveness.

But he couldn’t find the right words, didn’t know what he should say, so he just said what he was feeling instead.

“I love you.”

They weren’t the right words. Gundham furrowed his brow a little and Soda could tell he was hurt, could tell he was looking for something to tell him Soda was lying. He didn’t know what to do so he just kept talking.

“I’m so in love with you it’s stupid, and the only thing stupider is me for not saying it sooner… and I’m sorry I hurt you! I really didn’t mean to! I really didn’t know how you felt!” He was scared to stop talking, scared that the second he did Gundham would leave, and that would be the end of it. “I just thought I was making things up in my head, reading too much into things, and that we had to be doing a f-friends with benefits thing, b-because there was no way-” He was crying again. “No way anyone would-” He couldn’t breathe “-anyone could feel anything like… like this-” he made a vague gesture between them. “-about me.”

Then there were hands on his face, thumbs wiping his tears and a voice saying things he was sure he must be imagining.

“You’re wrong, my consort. I do.” Gundham gently tilted his head back so he could look him in the eyes. “I love you.”

Soda felt like time slowed down as Gundham leaned towards him.

The kiss was soft, and warm. It only lasted a few seconds, and Soda was still crying, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Gundham was smiling as he pulled back.

Soda’s mind filled with so many things that he could hardly think, so instead he just wrapped his arms around Gundham’s neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. This one is longer, and messier because they both can’t stop smiling into it, but it still felt perfect.

Everything else seemed to melt away. Every painful second Soda had spent agonizing over his feelings for Gundham, every thought he had about being inferior, or gross, or worthless because of it, didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered were Gundham’s arms around him, his lips against his, and the fact that he felt the same.

He loved him. Gundham love him. Even after he had fucked things up so badly.

He could hardly believe it.

He smiled even wider into the kiss.

Their teeth clashed and they both pulled away laughing, and Soda took the opportunity to bury his face into Gundham’s chest. Gundham pressed his nose into Soda’s hair and they both let themselves just enjoy the feeling of holding each other for a moment.

Gundham moves first, kissing Soda’s forehead before pulling back to look at him. Soda sees Jum-P poke his head out of Gundham’s scarf. He chuckles a little.

“So why was Jum-P here anyways? Did you send him to find me or something?” He suddenly remembered Gundham running from him earlier. “And if you sent him to find me, then why’d you run from me earlier? You could have just told me if you wanted to talk.” The words felt a little hypocritical coming from him, but he ignored it for a moment.

Gundham stepped back, grasping his hands as he did, and looked confused.

“I did not send Jum-P after you, nor do I recall absconding from you. I thought that you had found Jum-P and brought him to this beach to console you, but it would seem I was incorrect.”

“You thought I ‘found’ Jum-P? Where the hell would I have found him? He’ always with you or in your cabin.” Gundham didn’t think Soda had broken into his cabin to steal his hamster or something weird like that, right?

Jum-P squeaked at them both from Gundham’s shoulder.

“Ah, I believe I am beginning to understand the situation. You see, earlier today Jum-P disappeared without my knowledge. Once I noticed his absence, I began to worry. Many of the creatures on this island would be worthy foes for Jum-P in his current form, so I set out to find him. It is likely that during my search is when I appeared to have run from you, as I was entirely focus on finding Jum-P.”

That more or less made sense. Soda could easily imagine Gundham being so worried about a missing animal that he didn’t notice someone calling out to him. But still-

“Has he ever run off before? I thought all your Devas were pretty well trained?”

“He has not. I am not sure what caused him to…” He looked down at the squeaking hamster on his shoulder and began to blush. “Ah.”

Soda waited, but Gundham didn’t elaborate.

“Ah? ‘Ah’ what? Why’d he run off?”

“It would appear he was worried…” Gundham looked back at him and squeezed his hand. “About us.”

Us.

Soda liked that. Soda really like that. ‘Us,’ like they were one unit, a set, a couple. They were now, weren’t they?

The voice in his head told them they would have been a couple ages ago if he hadn’t been so stupid, then Gundham smiled at him and tugged his hand, and the voice was gone.

He squeezed Gundham’s hand and they walked back to his cabin in comfortable silence.

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As they entered Gundham’s cabin, Gundham released his hand and moved to put Jum-P into his cage. Soda just stood back and watched.

Gundham was smiling softly at his hamsters, the rest of the Devas coming to greet him as he opened the enclosure’s door. He could hear Gundham talking to them, thanking Jum-P and scolding him in the same sentence, his low voice coming out soft and quiet. He felt himself smiling, felt that warm feeling swell up in his chest and let it grow, felt it spread through his body as he realized he’d never have to push it back or pretend he didn’t feel it again. He slowly walked to where Gundham was standing and placed hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to kiss his cheek, just because he could.

Gundham closed the door to the Devas’ cage and turned his face to kiss Soda’s lips, before pulling back and looking down at him. They smiled at each other, and Soda could see his own feelings reflected in Gundham’s eyes. He was too happy to wonder how he had never noticed before, he just leaned into it when Gundham bent his head to capture his lips again.

It was slow, their lips moved against each other’s languidly as they held each other close. Soda sighed as Gundham gently sucked his bottom lip and hummed contentedly as he began to slowly part his lips with his tongue. He brought his arms up around Gundham’s neck, pressing their chests against each other as he let Gundham slowly explore his mouth. The arm at his waist tightened as Gundham raised a hand to cradle the back of his head, and he couldn’t help but let out quiet, soft moan as gently scratched his nails across his scalp.

Soda couldn’t help but think nothing had ever felt so right before. He felt safe, standing there in Gundham’s arms, and he felt warm and happy and loved. Nothing was scary in that moment; the opinions of his father, of his friends, of the world, they didn’t matter, they couldn’t touch him when he was feeling this good, couldn’t hurt him when Gundham made him feel so secure.

Gundham parted their lips for a second, the leaned back in for another peck before gently leading Soda to the bed. Gundham sat and Soda stood between his legs, bent down to kiss him again, deep, but still so slow. They were both savoring every moment. Gundham drew him forward, onto the bed, and he sat with his knees on either side of Gundham’s hips, returning his arms to their place around Gundham’s neck, sliding a hand up into his hair this time. Gundham placed his hands on his hips and drew him even closer.

They both drew a sharp breath as their hips met, before returning their mouths to each other’s. Something had shifted, and the pace of the kiss increased. They began to move their hips together, not quite grinding, just slowly dragging their bodies against each other. Soda felt Gundham growing hard as he did, and moaned at the feeling of their mutual arousal.

Gundham shifted his hands down to gently grasp at Soda’s ass, not quite squeezing, just flexing his fingers against him. Soda gasped at the feeling, and Gundham took the opportunity to begin kissing down his chin to his neck. Soda was starting to feel hot, and, as if reading his mind, Gundham reached up to unzip his coveralls. Soda withdrew his arms to shrug out of the sleeves, and pull off his tank top, loving the way Gundham’s eyes ran across his chest and stomach before retuning to his face, eyes still so full of love, but beginning to cloud with lust as well.

He took Gundham’s face in both his hands and tilted his head to kiss him deeply. Gundham pulled his hips down against his own, harder than before, and Soda moaned into the kiss. He slid his hands down to remove Gundham’s scarf and slide off his jacket. Gundham had to remove his hands from Soda’s body to take his jacket off the rest of the way, but he kept moving his hips at the pace Gundham had set, continuing the slow grind as Gundham removed his own shirt as well.

Before Soda could capture his lips again, Gundham leaned in and closed his mouth around one of his nipples, sucking gently while his hands returned to Soda’s ass. Soda let Gundham take control of the rhythm of their hips again as he brought a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes, arching chest forward against Gundham’s lips and losing himself to the feelings of pleasure and love.

It felt so different from the other times they had touched each other, so much more intense, so much more satisfying. He felt overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Gundham shifted, and Soda found himself being laid back onto the bed, Gundham hovering above him. They smiled at each other before their lips met again. It was hungrier this time, they were both breathing harder, sliding their tongues against each other in a way that made Soda blush as he was reminded of the way Gundham’s tongue had felt on his cock. He reached down to cup Gundham’s ass with both his hands and pulled him down till he was lying between his legs, their hips once again flush against each other.

Gundham began grinding down into him and Soda whined at the friction. The angle was so much better now, and he canted his hips up to meet with Gundham’s, slipping his tongue from his mouth to lick up his neck and bite at one of Gundham’s earlobes. Gundham gasped and Soda gave his ass another squeeze, drawing out a real moan from him with it.

He slid his hands around to the front of Gundham’s pants, pushing him back just far enough to undo them. He was surprised when Gundham’s dick sprang forward, unencumbered by underwear, but Gundham reached down to palm him through his jumpsuit before he could comment, and the thought slipped his mind. Gundham moved back to pull Soda’s jumpsuit the rest of the way down, but stumbled as his own pants got caught up around his thighs.

They both laughed, and Soda decided to remove his own clothes while Gundham did the same. Once they were both naked, they stopped, took some time just to appreciate each other’s bodies with their eyes. Gundham broke their trance, leaning forward to grab Soda’s hand and kiss his cheek.

“My beautiful consort.” Soda blushed and squeezed his hand. Beautiful? He wouldn’t have believed the word from anyone else, but Gundham sounded so genuine, and his voice filled him with confidence.

“You’re not half bad yourself, my…” Soda paused. “Huh, I guess I don’t have a name for you yet…”

Gundham smiled and pressed another quick kiss against his lips. He brought a hand back up to Gundham’s ass.

“It may be quite cliché, but I did enjoy when you called me ‘baby’ before.”

“What? When did I do that?” Gundham had laid back down between his legs and was kissing down his neck. He was having a hard time thinking straight, but he couldn’t remember ever calling Gundham something like that.

Gundham chuckled into his neck and reached down to wrap a hand around them both, his own breath catching as Soda moaned.

“When last we laid together.” He licked up his neck. “I believe it was right after you found your release.” Gundham was pumping their dicks together slowly and smirking up at him teasingly. Had he really said that? He knew he had thought about saying it at one point but-

“O-oh. I… I guess I didn’t realize I said it out loud?” He laughed nervously, his gut tightening from embarrassment at the memory of how he had finished way before Gundham.

“Mmm.” Gundham hummed behind his ear. “I thought as much, but I truly did enjoy you using such an affectionate name for me, even if it is a quite common one.”

Gundham silenced whatever response he might have had with his lips, sliding his tongue back into Soda’s mouth. He felt his embarrassment dissipate as Gundham stroked them faster and his mind clouded with pleasure. He squeezed the hand that was still clasped with his. It felt so good having Gundham so close, no clothes between them, bodies and feeling laid bare as they kissed and touched each other freely, but Soda realized he wanted more.

He pulled back from the kiss.

“Gundham?” He had returned to kissing his neck.

“Mm?” He hummed against his neck and squeezed their cock a little tighter, still pumping.

“Ah, Gundham! B-Babe-” He blushed, was Gundham really okay with such a basic pet name? “S-stop, babe.”

Gundham froze and looked up at him with concern.

“Is something-” He pulled him in for another quick kiss, he couldn’t stand the uncertain look on his face.

“I’m good, it’s just…” He had to look away. “Well I was thinking… I mean, if you wanna, like, y-y’know…” He couldn’t say it out loud. He remembered how hot it had been when Gundham had asked him to fuck him, but he just couldn’t make himself be so direct.

Gundham chuckled and leaned in to whisper against is ear.

“You wish to take me again?” He knew Gundham felt the way his dick twitched in his hand, it was just so hot to hear Gundham say things like that, but-

“N-no. Well, kind of? I guess… um?” He kept tripping over his words, too embarrassed to tell him what he really wanted. Gundham pulled back, releasing their cocks in favor of placing a reassuring hand on his cheek. He looked into his eyes, raised their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed Soda’s knuckles.

“What is it you desire, my beloved.” Soda’s chest swelled with emotion at the word, and maybe he started to tear up a bit, but Gundham’s face remained so calm, so open, so loving that he knew he had no reason to be embarrassed.

“I guess I was just thinking… maybe it’d be nice to, um, switch?” He looked into Gundham’s eyes and waited for a sign that he understood. Gundham smiled.

“Are you certain? It can be quite… intense if you are not accustomed to that kind of stimulation.”

“I-I know, I’ve, um, tried it before…” Gundham gave him a questioning look. “J-just a couple days ago, uh, with my fingers?” He couldn’t look at Gundham anymore. “I… thought about you.”

Gundham seemed pleased by the admission, he unclasped their hands and used both of his own to turn Soda’s face back towards him. When he kissed him again Soda noted the renewed hunger in it.

When Gundham pulled back he reached for side table where Soda knew the lube and condoms were. He placed a single condom on the table and set the lube on the bed, before tuning back to continue kissing Soda. It was hot and messy, leaving no room for doubt about whether Gundham wanted him or not, and his cock twitched from the thought. He wrapped his arms around Gundham’s neck again, leaving his body exposed for Gundham to do as he wished.

Gundham slid his hands down, pausing to tease his nipples before sliding down to his hips and around, finally landing on his ass. This time Gundham squeezed, and Soda gasped as he began massaging his cheeks. Gundham lifted Soda’s hips up to meet his and Soda was too distracted by the way their dicks rubbed together to notice Gundham had removed one of his hands from his ass.

Then he felt Gundham’s slick fingers press against his entrance. He instinctively tensed, anticipating the feeling of those fingers sliding into him, but it didn’t come. Gundham just rubbed slow, gentle circles around his hole, shifting his other hand back to Soda’s dick and pumping it loosely. He began to relax again, enjoying the feeling of Gundham teasing him.

But he could only take so much.

Soon he was panting, Gundham pulling back between kisses to admire how desperate he looked, but never moving to give Soda more stimulation.

“Gundham…”He moaned as Gundham nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yes, my love?” ‘My love’, god.

“Please… You can, y’know…” He was really going to have to work on his dirty talk, but he was sure Gundham got the picture.

“I can what?” Gundham was smirking at him. Oh. So he was going to make him say it.

“Y’know, you can, um, start…” He looked away and took a deep breath. He could do this. “Please just fucking finger me.”

“Of course, my love.” Soda wasn’t sure if it was the repeated pet name made his heart beat faster, or the finger that slowly slid into his ass.

“Fuck, Gundham.” He closed his eyes and couldn’t help but buck back against the intrusion. It already felt so much hotter than when he had done it himself, god, he just hoped he could last long enough to get to the real thing.

“Enjoying yourself, my paramour?” Gundham kissed down his neck, stopping this time when he reached his shoulder to bite down and suck at the abused flesh. Soda just let his moans answer for him as Gundham’s finger lightly grazed his prostate.

Gundham continued thrusting his finger into him, stroking his dick all the while, and moving to mark up a new spot on Soda’s neck. He moaned louder as he felt Gundham prod his hole with a second finger, preparing to push it in beside the first.

There was a second of discomfort as it breeched him, but then Gundham was grazing his prostate again and he vision blurred.

“G-Gundham!” He was getting close, he didn’t want to cum yet. “Slow down! P-please, I can’t, ah-”

Gundham paused his movements, allowing Soda to catch his breath.

“I apologize, beloved, I did not anticipate you would be so… receptive to this kind of stimulation.” Gundham was smiling.

“I t-told you I had tried it before.”

“You did not tell me you enjoyed it this much.” Gundham squeezed Soda’s rock-hard cock.

Right, he hadn’t said he enjoyed it, just said he thought of Gundham and assumed the rest was obvious. He needed to stop doing that, he had to start communicating clearly if he wanted this to work. So-

“I liked it so fucking much, i-it was one of the best orgasms I ever had in my life.” He watched as Gundham’s eye’s widened at the admission and saw the way his cock twitched out of the corner of his eye. Oh. Communication is kinda sexy, got it.

Gundham claimed his lips again, wasting no time fucking his tongue into his mouth as he began thrusting his fingers into Soda, harder than before.

Communications is really sexy, then.

Soda tangled a hand into Gundham’s hair, and when they parted he took the opportunity to bring his mouth to Gundham’s neck to leave some marks of his own. He could feel Gundham spreading his fingers inside him, and he bit down at the strange new feeling. Gundham moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, and he stopped himself before he could draw blood. He pulled back to assess the damage and realized that he definitely needed to leave as many marks on Gundham as he possibly could. It was just too fucking sexy, seeing the imprint of is own teeth on Gundham’s neck. He leaned in to kiss Gundham’s shoulder, marking his next target.

As he distracted himself with marking up Gundham’s neck and shoulders, he felt a third finger begin to slowly work its way inside him. He had to stop and just hold Gundham tight to himself. The stretch was more than he had experienced before, and it felt so fucking good. He opened his mouth to let Gundham know, but then he was thrusting against his prostate again and all Soda could do was moan.

“You’re doing so well my paramour, so well.” Gundham was pressing kisses against his scalp, sounding breathless. Soda hadn’t even been touching his dick, yet Gundham sounded almost as turned on as he was, was he really that into fingering him?

God that’s hot.

But he wanted Gundham to start feeling good for real too.

“B-babe?” It still felt embarrassing to call Gundham that. “I’m.. I’m ready now, so please…”

Gundham removed his hand from Soda’s cock and pushed him back to look at him. He smiled softly, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Please what?” God he was the worst. Soda loved it.

He wanted to be sexy for Gundham, so he pushed back his embarrassment and locked his gaze with Gundham’s.

“Please f-fuck me.”

He barely had time to berate himself for stuttering before Gundham was pushing him back down against the bed and kissing him. He withdrew his fingers from Soda’s ass, and he whimpered, both from the empty feeling and from the knowledge of what was about to happen.

He heard Gundham feeling around on the bedside table and laughed at the frustrated huff he let out when he had to break to kiss to look at what he was doing. Gundham tried to look annoyed, but ended up smiling back down at him as he opened the condom.

He watched as Gundham rolled the condom onto himself. God he was so big, would Soda really be able to take him? He felt anxiety build up in his chest.

What if he couldn’t do it, he was the one who had asked for this, if he backed out, Gundham would be pissed and-

Soft lips pressed against his and brought him back to the moment. Gundham was stroking his cheek and smiling softly at him.

“It is alright if you have changed you mind.”

“Really?” Gundham kissed him again.

“Of course, my love.” Gundham was still smiling at him. Soda searched his face for signs of disappointment. “We may aid each other in another way if that is your desire.”

Gundham looked entirely sincere as he waited for Soda’s response. Soda felt embarrassed for doubting him in the first place.

“What if… what if I change my mind, like, half-way through?”

“Then we can stop.”

“You won’t be mad?”

Gundham scrunched up his face in disgust, before leaning in to kiss Soda gently once more.

“Of course not. I wish for your pleasure as much as mine, my love. I would never be irate with you for requesting we stop something you are not enjoying.” Gundham stroked his cheek with his thumb and Soda felt himself tearing up. His chest felt like it was going to burst from holding in all his emotions.

“I love you, Gundham.” He smiled up at him. The words were still new, and part of him still feared rejection.

“I love you too, my consort.” Gundham pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He felt all of his doubts wash away.

He could do this, and even if he couldn’t, everything would be okay.

“Okay, I’m ready. For real this time.”

Gundham pressed a quick kiss against his lips before pulling away once more to coat his cock with lube. When he was done he slid his hands down Soda’s sides, over his hips, and under his thighs. He lifted them up and spread them. It was embarrassing how turned on the feeling of being so completely exposed made Soda.

Gundham teased is ass with his finger a little before lining up his cock. He looked back up at Soda, before slowly pushing in.

Soda let out a shaky breath as the head slid in, Gundham was thick, but the stretch felt good. He moaned as Gundham pushed a little deeper and wondered what he had even been worried about in the first place.

Gundham took his time, working his cock in slowly and keeping his eyes on Soda’s face, watching for signs of discomfort, but finding only pleasure. Soda was panting by the time he was halfway in, already starting to buck his hips back into him. It made Gundham chuckle and lean forward to kiss him.

The new angle was even better, and Soda brought his legs up to wrap around Gundham’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper as he moaned into his mouth. Gundham resisted him, refusing to sink in too quickly, but he did speed his shallow thrusts a little, encouraged by his partner’s desperation.

“Gundham, please! More- ah!” Soda wasn’t sure if the hard thrust had been intentional, or if Gundham had lost his restraint for a moment, but if felt so good Soda couldn’t help but beg for more. Gundham swallowed hard before finally pushing forward and burying himself completely inside of Soda.

Soda moaned so loud he was sure the whole island could hear him, and Gundham quieted him with his tongue.

They stayed like that, Gundham fully inside him, holding his hips still with his hands and exploring his mouth with his tongue, for what felt like an eternity. Soda ran his hands up and down Gundham’s back, mapping out the muscles and scratching lightly, making Gundham hum against him. He felt one of Gundham’s hands move from his hip and travel up to find his own, intertwining them and bringing them down to rest next to Soda’s head.

He didn’t break the kiss as he started thrusting. Slow and shallow, practically just grinding himself against Soda with how little he pulled out between thrusts. Soda squeezed his hand and prayed Gundham wouldn’t try to touch his dick, he was already so close, and he wanted to make this last.

Gundham kept things slow, though he did increase the force of his thrusts. His mouth strayed, kissing along Soda’s chin, down his neck, up his cheeks to his forehead, but always returned to his mouth before long. He sped his thrusts just a little and Soda knew he wasn’t going to last.

It was strange, when Soda dreamt of fucking it was always hard and fast, dirty, filled with loud moans and filthy words, yet none of it compared to this. It felt wrong to even call it fucking, the word too obscene to really fit. As Soda felt Gundham’s hand grip tighter around his own and felt his breath ghost over his ear, he thought this must be what people mean when hey call it making love.

He felt so much pleasure, but there was more to it than that. The safety and vulnerability, the acceptance and the rightness of it all made it so much more. He knew he was crying, could feel him self chanting Gundham’s name and broken strings of ‘I love you’, and all of it just felt so good.

Gundham shifted his grip on Soda’s hip and the new angle caused him to pull him in closer, wrapping both his arms and his legs as around him as tightly as he could. Gundham was rubbing so perfectly against his prostate, and with just a few more of those slow, powerful thrusts, he was pushed over the edge.

Soda felt his cum splash against his stomach as Gundham kissed him deeper and slowed his hips. That wasn’t what he wanted. He broke the kiss and begged Gundham to keep going.

“Please, I-I want it Gundham, so please.” Gundham swallowed, before resuming his thrust and leaning forward to whisper against his ear.

“I love you, Soda.”

He felt like he was floating, sated and warm as Gundham thrust into him and whispered his love into his ear. He whispered it back and hey were kissing again, Gundham squeezing his hand as his thrust sped up a final time, before he pushed himself fully inside Soda, moaning against his lips as he came.

Gundham panted against him and Soda kissed along his chin as he caught his breath. Now that he was coming back down from his high he was starting to feel a bit sore, but he’d wait a moment longer to move, wait till Gundham came down too.

Once Gundham’s breathing steadied, he turned his head up to kiss Soda as he slowly pulled out. The action drew a tired moan from them both. After disposing of the condom, Gundham laid beside him, and Soda immediately rolled to his side to wrap an arm around him and rest his head on his chest. Gundham wrapped an arm around him in return and gently kissed his forehead.

Neither of them spoke for a while, both simply enjoying the afterglow. Soda felt sleepy, and wondered if Gundham would be okay with taking a quick nap before dinner.

Dinner. With their friends.

They would know. The second they saw them, massy hair and covered in hickeys, they would know.

Soda’s heart beat faster.

What would they say? Would they force them out? Would they-

Gundham began stroking his hair and pressed a sleepy kiss to his forehead.

“Perhaps we should rest and regain our energy. We may miss the evenings feast, but that may be for the best.”

It was like Gundham read his mind. He just laughed and buried his face into Gundham’s chest as he felt his anxieties melt away once again.

He knew there were plenty of things he would have to face moving forward; his friends, his father, himself, and none of it would be easy. But lying there curled against Gundham and on the brink of falling asleep, he knew he could manage, knew he could face his fears.

“I love you, Gundham.” It was becoming easier and easier to say.

“And I love you, my consort.”

He remembered his thoughts from that afternoon, while he had been reflecting on the nature of his relationship with Gundham, and a question bubbled up in his mind. He was embarrassed, but it would be best to just ask, right? He was trying to get better at clear communication after all…

“Gundham?”

“Mm?” He sounded so close to sleep, Soda looked up and saw him gazing down at him with barely open eyes and a soft smile. God he loved him.

“What’s, um…” Maybe it wasn’t the right time. He should probably just let Gundham sleep.

“What is it, my beloved?” Gundham looked slightly more awake, a touch of concern on his face. Better just ask then, so Gundham could stop worrying.

“Well, it’s just… What’s a consort?”

Gundham’s eyes opened wide as he stared at him. Soda panicked for a moment as Gundham raised a hand to his face to cover his mouth. But then he realized he was laughing.

“W-what?” Gundham was still covering his mouth, but the sounds of laughter were no longer contained. Gundham gave up and kissed Soda’s forehead, laughing openly as he did. Soda tried to put but Gundham’s good mood was contagious and he laughed a little too. “C’mon, just tell me. What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, my love, it’s just…” Gundham bent down to kiss him properly on the lips. “This explains quite a lot.” He chuckled to himself again.

Soda was a bit embarrassed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Gundham was making fun of him for something.

But mostly, he was just happy.

Happy to be able to laugh with Gundham, as they laid naked in bed.

Happy to hold him and be held without having to hide how good it made him feel.

Happy to know he could look forward to many more easy, joy filled moments like this one.

 Happy to finally be with the man he loved.

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no nuance november!

a/n: which is basically you have a bunch of opinions and dont explain any of em' and let your followers discuss them (much more suited for tiktok sjsnj). i'll be doing it since it compiles with many topics like fandom, racism, lgbtq+, politics and etc. i highly encourage people to do this simply because why not? feel free to send your own opinions n stuff, i wanna know what my followers think!!

disclaimer!! ⚠️ all of these are broad, not pin pointing certain people or situations. even though these are my opinions these were all in fun and have been collected over the years and will change as time goes on. nothing is sugar-coated so thread carefully. feel free to agree or disagree. :)

warning(s): mentions of racism, p*do micro aggression, fetishizing, toxicity, abuse, politics, labelling, mental health, cancelling, fandoms, ages.

key:

iswis = i said what i said, no explanation to that one.

whe = will happily explain.

stop sexualizing gay/m|m/yaoi relationships. it's not only demonizing to the males, it's also very fetishizing. (iswis)

most times /10 yall root for "feminine men" when you really mean white boys and fetishised asian men on social media. (whe)

bullying someone isnt educating. you either cant cope with the fact people have different opinions from you or you have a struggle with things either always never going your way or the opposite. (iswis)

straight people will never have a say in lgbtq+ issues. stop inserting yourself. (iswis)

white people will never have a say in poc issues. stop inserting yourself. (iswis)

poc will never have a say in black people issues. stop inserting yourself. (vice versa but im black and it happens more often to us lol) (iswis)

using the defense, "but black lives matter, right?" when one black person does something bad isnt facts, youre racist. (iswis)

fandom adults need to stop gatekeeping the target audience (demographics) to animes/shows. (iswis)

poc people can be racist. (whe)

even if a certain site was adult doesnt mean that every adult wants to see your porn. either keep it to yourself or tag properly. (iswis)

saying shit like, "im more xyz than you and im not even xyz" is not only disrespectful but disgusting. just because you believe in a popular opinion of a group does NOT suddenly make you a person in it, get over yourself. (iswis)

dont hate on people for the same things you have done at a young age. (ex: writing fanfic, seggs, etc) (iswis)

blaming a minor/someone mentally unstable for being abused is not only victim blaming, but it enables the notion that people who go those things that they wanted it. (iswis)

going off of that last point, if you do victim blame for situations and been in them yourself you either still havent coped with what you went through and still think it was your fault when it wasnt. (whe)

it's stupid people hate minors for being undeveloped when adults are the reason as to why people get traumas, abused and quite literally are destroying the world right now. (iswis)

gen z is white as fuck. (iswis)

early 2000s kids are equivalent to 90s kids who use to post, "only 90s kids under this" and post something that 2000-5 experienced. (iswis)

dear 2005+ kids, abusing harmful substances and having sex doesnt make you grown. stop it. (iswis)

adults, being able to post porn doesnt make you grown or mature, stop believing that it does. (iswis)

just because it's a coping mechanism doesnt mean it's healthy. (iswis)

avoiding conflict doesnt mean youre mature. if there is an active problem and you know ignoring it will only benefit you and not the actual problem at hand that is selfish. (iswis)

black women generate clout for everyone. when we're hated the person gets patted on the back, someone appreciates black girls they are praised, and people of many groups repeatedly steal from our culture. (iswis)

YES THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING BLACK AND AFRICAN AMERICAN. (whe)

if youre black you do not have to be democrat OR republican, there are many other parties. (whe)

i do not trust either parties, no minority should. (whe)

this 2020 election was not a win for poc people no matter who won. (iswis)

we do not decide whether or not what to do on columbus day. it is up to the natives themselves. (whe)

pointing out other countries (current) faults is not racist. although the issue can be misconstrued, if proper research is done it safe to say it's an educated observation or opinion. (whe)

privilege heavily varies; ex, americans are seen as privileged, while the people who live in it experience a disadvantage because of the societal standards. within the country itself. (whe)

americans, stop saying that america is the worst country and there are other countries who are suffering much worse than we are. yes sometimes it sucks but do not label it as the worst. (iswis + whe)

white people are privileged and will always be until we break the racist issues deep rooted in EVERY community. (iswis)

9/10 when marginalized groups like (women, lgbt) are mostly focused on white people and never address the poc counter parts. using the excuse "well idk much about that" is not good enough and just promotes pseudo-white supremecy. (iswis + whe)

do not use aave. (iswis)

aave is not gen z language, stop calling it that. (iswis)

gay men (white especially) use black women and get praised for the things we do that are called ghetto. (iswis)

yes it is offensive if you touch a black persons hair with or without permission. we are not your pets nor zoo animals. (iswis)

and yes it is offensive if you see a black women with beautiful hair and assume it's fake or ask, "is it yours?" "is it real?" (iswis)

using jailbait as an excuse to lewd minors is just as disgusting. (iswis)

beauty standards for women is rooted from pedophilia. (iswis)

using other pedophilic relationships as an excuse to ship yours is disturbing and you shouldnt be near children at any capacity. (iswis)

everything doesnt need a label. (iswis)

the fact that gangs have been criminalized while mafias havent is racist and feeds the stereotypes that poc are criminals. (iswis)

people are more forgiving to white predators than to poc (neither are good but people let white off the hook more often). (iswis)

if youre okay with your friends being racists, creeps, abusers you are just as bad. (iswis)

although you can like what you like, making dark content shouldnt be as glorified as much as it is. (iswis)

some kinks do deserve to be kink shamed. (iswis)

adults need to be more held accountable when held in situations with minors. (iswis + whe)

everyone perceives the world differently, many people will see the same things you see differently. (iswis)

calling people crazy for questioning the things around them doesnt make them crazy, youre just asleep. (iswis)

the human body can function without a soul. (iswis)

stop disrespecting christianity. you wouldnt do the same with hinduism, islam and etc. (iswis)

the bible was altered by white men and the true meanings have been misconstrued. (iswis + whe)

bullying someone who you THINK is problematic is not excuse to be hateful. youre just scum and feel the need to justify your actions. (iswis)

not everyone has to like you and dont need a reason. (iswis)

just because you dont like someone doesnt mean you have to make a show of it. be mature and move along. (iswis)

yes callouts/cancelling has its place but it's never done right. (iswis)

"cancel culture" wasnt a thing till white people joined in. (iswis)

dont cancel someone for stuff they did years ago. bringing it up is important but not allowing them to understand, reflect, and apologize is not only bullying it defeats the purpose of bringing awareness. (iswis)

big writers need to stop complaining when one fic or a few dont do good. not only does it rub in small writers faces, it shows that if you need people's validation to write you probably shouldnt be writing. some works will be popular and some will flop, get over it. (iswis)

stop witch hunting & crucifying people for shit you have done or your friends have done and going "uwu sorry" when you get caught. (iswis)

90% people believe content creators with bigger audiences. (iswis)

people spontaneously posting, "uwu take care of your mental health" doesnt mean that they actually care. (iswis)

people are always quick to judge people with real mental health such as depression, anxiety, adhd, and etc are always the one to turn and pretend to be exactly what they just mocked. (iswis)

dont have kids if youre not going to take care of them. (iswis)

stop baiting baby otakus (people freshly getting into anime) into watching cp like yarichin bitch club or boku no pico. they are minors, it's not funny, stop it. (iswis)

stop being protective & toxic over anime characters. if they were real they probably wouldnt even like you. (iswis)

just because someone is your friend doesnt mean that they arent toxic or abusive. (iswis)

start believing when people show their true traits. (iswis)

trauma happens in different forms, stop saying something didnt happen because it didnt go the way that has commonly happened or the way it occurred to you. (iswis)

stop saying minors should "know" while also being the loudest to say that our brains arent even developed till 25. (iswis)

the adult age should be raised to 20 years old. (iswis + whe)

tos should be raised to 16 years old. (iswis + whe)

minors take "18+" & "minors dni" out of your bio. (iswis)

yelling at minors for finding the content you freely put out without any care is your fault not theirs. (iswis)

there are plenty of adult sites that are more confined for adults but you guys ignore them because youd rather get popular on writing erotica on a popular social media platform. (iswis)

trying to cancel someone over one mistake and or blowing said things out of proportion is toxic and stupid. (iswis)

if you take someone saying they need to distance themselves for mental health reasons personally and make them feel bad for it youre an actual shitty person. (iswis)

if someone disrespects you, you have the right to say whatever you want in response. (iswis + whe)

stop hypersexualizing everything (adults especially). (iswis)

the excuses of, "they look grown" "i mentally think xyz" "theyre fake" is creepy and weird and yall should come up with a better excuse. (iswis)

yes i do believe minors should be writing for minors only, but i will not give a shit if an adult does if said characters are aged up in every work sfw or not. (iswis)

stop saying teens cant go through traumatic things and cant experience mental illnesses. it just shows that you werent cared for as a child and never get the therapy for it. (iswis)

gen z has a very colonized idea of activism. (iswis)

feminism was never for all women until the rest of us forced ourselves in. and even now it's still an issue whether or not people realize it or not. (iswis)

poc solidarity doesnt exist as much as we try to make it happen. (iswis)

colorism is an issue, and no you will not tell me otherwise. (iswis)

the hot cheeto girl is offensive and demeans black & hispanic culture. (iswis)

stop bashing minors for breathing, just say youre mad youre not young anymore and move on. (iswis)

black men are the white people of black people. (iswis)

there is no reason as to why you anyone would refer to black people as "blacks". nor should you (non-black people) be arguing whether or not to say nigga even with the hard r. (iswis)

if you (pertains to white people) think white privilege doesnt exist but go on to make fun of or ignore minority problems you are the living and breathing example of what we are talking about. (iswis)

loli/shotas are fucking disgusting and people who like it deserve to be tortured for eternity. (iswis)

seriously, stop using theyre "fake" as an excuse. (iswis)

if youre comfortable with being hateful to someone but still consider yourself a nice person because you do the hate minimum to be a decent human, youre either a narcissist or have a god complex. (iswis)

coons have no say in black issues. (iswis)

people need to stop blaming the "home wrecker" for ruining the relationship when it was the s/o's fault as well. there is no home to enter without an owner. (iswis)

stop saying any asian man yo see reminds you of a haikyuu character and or any anime character. it's racist. (iswis)

stop saying any asian person looks like a kpop idol, it's racist. (iswis)

stop downplaying and invalidating when black women go through traumatic things. not only does it promote that we have to be strong and save everyone else's problems, it says that we dont have emotions and cant be a victim which is disgusting. (iswis)

if you say shit like "minors curate your own experience" then go and turn around to say you REFUSE TO TAG YOUR SHIT YOU ARE LITERALLY MAKING THE PROCESS OF CENSORING HARD! (iswis)

white women are just as much of a problem as white men. only difference is sex keeping them apart. (iswis)

stop saying kpop is racist. expecting artists from a different political progression to understand that things can be offensive is bland. (iswis)

people accept boy groups fuck-ups more than they accept girl groups. and most times out of ten, the males are worse. (iswis)

if you engage in nsfw conversation with a minor, it is your fault they responded. (iswis)

anyone can be abused. (iswis)

stop coddling adults and bullying minors. (iswis)

most of you females have internalized misogyny and dont even know it. (iswis)

you can callout issues without having to drag a group of people. same with uplifting. (iswis)

if youre fine with being a sheep unfollow me. (iswis)

seven deadly sins is not a good anime. (iswis)

there is a difference between boku no hero academia fans based on if they call it "bnha" or "mha". (iswis)

ships literally are not serious stop harassing people over ships. (iswis)

do not harass creators of series because they do something with THEIR story. make your own. (iswis)

stop saying horikoshi sexualizes his women too much/mineta is the worst when you guys enjoy shows like one piece, hunter x hunter, naruto and etc. (iswis)

minors often or not are sheeps (heres your sign you dont have to agree with everything other people say). (iswis)

just because minors can be mature doesnt mean that they are adults. stop treating them as such. (iswis)

we should give more voice actors in the asmr (idk what to call it) community more recognition instead of just one. (iswis)

writers are the ones that send hate to other writers. anon hate is so corny and if you do it that goes to show that you are truly a toxic person wearing a fake mask of kindness when youre not on anonymous. (iswis)

stop being mean to smaller writers because they did not have as much luck as you. (iswis)

stop blaming your readers because one story flopped. (iswis)

ignoring someone's shitty actions encourages them to do it more. (iswis)

going to school and getting a job is much harder now than it was before. (iswis)

being an adult doesnt automatically make you mature. just because youre older doesnt mean youre better or you opinion is more valuable. it just shows that you werent heard when you were younger. (iswis)

there should be no reason as to why someone of the age of 18 should be having any romantic relationship with someone who is a minor. (iswis)

hawks is a shitty character. (iswis)

bakudeku isnt toxic. (iswis)

just because bakugo is in a ship, doesnt mean it's toxic. (iswis)

stop shipping male characters together simply because they have screen time together. it's creepy. (iswis)

almost all of 1-a students have ptsd and anything close to the after effects of being traumatized. (iswis)

no, editing characters to be poc is not racist. youre just mad they arent "white" when they never were. theyre asian and come in many colors as well. (iswis)

wanting to only be with a different race to get a mixed baby is fucking disgusting. (iswis)

stop ignoring pedo relationships between older women and younger boys and or with older women in general. (iswis)

males can be abused, stop telling them to suck it up or that they cant go through things. (iswis)

shaming young females about things they cant control is misogynistic and is damaging to their identity and shouldnt be excused. (iswis + whe)

not all females have to shave. (iswis)

what you dont like in someone is the projections you see of yourself on other people that you dont like about yourself. (whe)

popular bl stories extremely misrepresent gay relationships and frankly it's disgusting that theyre boosted as much as they are. (iswis)

jjba isnt ugly, you just watch animes to sexualize the characters. (iswis)

it's shitty that anime and kpop only became cool once white people stated to like it and made it mainstream. go gatekeep family guy or something. (iswis)

if you have been anime fan for a long time you were with bullied/teased for just generally liking it or you were a weirdo who recreated shit from it. (iswis)

weaboo and weeb were bad terms till we made them positive?? literally otaku is the word for it but we use weeb instead lol. (whe)

normalize and promote educating someone without going straight to bullying them. (whe)

haikyuu isnt really a good manga/anime nor is the art style the best but the characters make up for it. (iswis)

stop misusing terms and stop nitpicking definitions to manipulate your narrative. (iswis)

toxic positivity is manipulative and if you have to make it back handed you are not as nice as you like to make it seem. (iswis)

studying a major doesnt mean youre actually good in the subject. (iswis)

normalize people realizing their past mistakes and growing from it. (iswis)

do not self diagnos unless you actually feel like you may have that issue and would like to seek help. mental health is not a personality trait. (iswis)

stop projecting onto people. (iswis)

stop misusing terms and stop nitpicking definitions to fit your narrative. (iswis)

stealing any type of work should not be tolerated. (iswis)

constantly trying to trigger someone to go back to their old ways (being toxic, abusive, addiction, suicidal etc) after changing is toxic and manipulative. (iswis)

if you make jokes about hurting kids and or feel the need speak badly about them i do not want to speak to you. (iswis)

the human brain wasnt developed to understand complex ideas such as death or the universe. (iswis)

we will never truly know what is beyond our skies. (iswis)

thats all, thanks for sifting!

[supernaturalfreewill]

Words: 5,190 Demon!Dean x Reader Warnings: None really! A/N: This is part of a series! Read the other parts first! Part 1 :: Part 2 :: Part 3 :: Part 4 :: Part 5 :: Part 6 :: Part 7.

Your name: submit What is this?

Some years ago

“Fuck!” you slammed a hand against the steel door, but it was useless. You had heard the heavy bolt click into place clearly and with a resonate echo heavy with foreboding. You were trapped. “Goddammit!” You suppressed the urge to kick the door, knowing that at best you’d end up with a broken toe and no closer to freedom. “Now what? We honestly should have expected something like this from Bobby...”

Dean was moving around behind you, searching every square inch of the room for some hint of how to deactivate whatever panic button you and he had unknowingly switched on. “Yeaaaah. Should have predicted that we wouldn’t be able to swing by and a have a quick, flawless search.”

You leaned your back against the door and rested your head against it. “I figured it wouldn’t be flawless considering the sheer amount of papers and books in the house—it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack—but I did not expect to be locked in a windowless panic room.” You shut your eyes. “Fuck.”

Dean straightened up, disheartened. He scratched the back of his head and peered down at the panel he had just discovered. “Well… here’s something…” he said, but you noted that he didn’t sound particularly hopeful.

Dean blew out a long exhale and straightened up. Your hand dropped from his shoulder. “Yep. We are pretty fucked,” he agreed.

You stared up at the ceiling. “This has got to be solid iron. An underground panic room—no cell service. Complicated electrical panel. Probably requires a numeric password or something, which was known by one person who is now deceased. Guessing he probably also programmed it so we only are allowed a limited amount of wrong guesses before something horrible happens to us in here. Locked in,” you summarized, finally catching Dean’s eyes. “Great.”

Dean sighed again, at a loss for what to do next. “The downside is that this place was set up by Bobby. But… on the other hand, the upside is that this place was set up by Bobby,” Dean said, gesturing to the shelves stacked to the ceiling with supplies—jugs of drinking water, MREs, emergency blankets, flashlights and headlamps, sleeping pads, medical supplies, everything one could want while trying to surf out a zombie invasion or the apocalypse. There was even an actual bathroom, which you had both first mistook for being a closet.

“Wait—wait! What is that? What IS that?!” You said, pointing vehemently at a shape behind Dean so shrouded in dust it was almost camouflaged into the wall. “Is that a fucking landline?”

Dean followed your gaze. “It looks like it,” he said guardedly.

Then reality crashed down on you. The likelihood that that old line was still functional was probably in the 0.000 – 0.001% range. “Please tell me there is a dial tone,” you said, looking desperately at Dean.

He laughed gruffly. “I will bet you $500 that there isn’t.”

“Do you even have $500?” you countered.

“Thanks to Mr. Chip Killway and his checking account I have more than that,” he said with a smirk.

You laughed. “Chip Killway? What the hell kind of name is that?”

“I know, right?” Dean said. “I thought he sounded douchey. Makes me feel less guilty about stealing his money.” Dean stepped around some boxes and hovered a hand over the phone. “So, are you in? $500?” he joked.

“It’s somehow less enticing now that I know it isn’t your money,” you replied with a smirk.

“Alright—fine. If there IS a dial tone when I pick up this phone, I will take off all my clothes. If there isn’t, you take off all YOUR clothes.” He finished with a boyish smirk and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You crossed your arms and gave him an appraising look, trying to ignore the rush of heat you felt in your cheeks.

“How is that fair? I lose either way.”

“Oh! Ow! Ouch!” Dean dramatically clutched a hand to his chest, eliciting a light laugh from you.

“Would you just pick up the phone, you idiot?”

Dean lifted the mustard-colored, plastic receiver and held it up to his ear. “Nothing,” he said. “Sorry, Y/N. Time to get naked.”

“Dean!”

“I don’t make the rules—”

“You literally made up those rules—”

“Don’t hate the player—hate the game,” he said.

You rolled your eyes at him and sat down on a nearby crate. “Okay, Casanova. In all seriousness, what are we going to do here?”

“I think we only have one option.”

“Dean, if you say ‘get naked’ one more time I will shoot you with this flare gun—”

“God, get your mind out of the gutter, you perv. Jesus…” You chucked a package of dehydrated food at him and he laughed. “I was going to say ‘wait.’”

You groaned. “I was afraid you were going to say that. Sam won’t be here for another day or two and then who knows how long it’s going to take him to figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“Well… if he tries to call us and gets no answer he will probably get worried, and he’ll probably hurry…” Dean ran a hand through his hair and set aside his jesting at the worried expression on your face, your characteristic knit brow, with the little worry line appearing by your left eyebrow. “Hey. We’re fine. We’ve got everything we need in here—it’ll be okay.”

You chewed your bottom lip. That wasn’t exactly what had you so agitated. “I know. I know. We’re—we’ll be fine…”

Suddenly, the air was as thick as molasses as Dean and you both realized that you were trapped together in a confined space. Alone. Unlikely to be interrupted. For an extended period of time. The hair on the back of your neck stood up like a chill breeze had just rushed over your skin.

You’d spent time alone together before. Of course, you had… but there was always some life or death crisis to draw your attention or the chance that Cas or Sam would walk in at any moment. Or as soon as you started to feel—something—one or the other made some excuse to leave or break the tension or back away from it...

Even now just at the thought of it your heart was racing and you suddenly couldn’t think of a damn thing to talk about—to say to him.

You watched him looking over the contents of the shelves, the muscles in his back easily visible through his thin t-shirt as he moved boxes and bins around. You felt your cheeks grow warm. “Guess we have some time to kill,” he said, grabbing something from the top shelf and turning around, immediately catching your gaze. You both looked at each other for a moment and then down at the sleeping pad in his hands and back up at each other. You felt yourself blushing more fervently and quickly averted your eyes while Dean laughed nervously.

“Heh—for—for the floor. For sitting on! Um,” he scruffed a hand through his hair awkwardly, feeling heat rising in his chest. Smooth, Dean. Smooth. God, what was wrong with him? Suddenly he felt like a giddy school boy. Why did that always happen around you? He’d be fine one minute and then the next—BAM! His heart would start racing and he would suddenly be very aware of the color of your eyes and the sparks of light they threw and the shade of pink of your lips and their perfect Cupid’s bow and the way you would chew on the bottom one when you were thinking and— “Do you want one? To sit on?” he offered. You waved him off.

“Maybe later,” you said. There was a long silence and the air was still heavy as you avoided each other’s eyes, trying to think of something to say. You swallowed at the lump in your throat, willing it to disappear to no avail. What the fuck?! This was Dean! You’d lived in the bunker together for years! You’d seen each other on your worst and best days. You’d tolerated early morning and late-night bad moods. You’d patched each other up after hunts—though you admitted that the intimacy of that sometimes got to you. Christ, why did this always happen?? What was wrong with you?!

“Hey,” Dean said suddenly.

“Yeah?” You seized on it, hoping he had some topic of conversation in mind which would distract you from how goddamn green his eyes were.

“Wanna play a game?”

“…like?”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know.” He thought for a moment. “20 questions?”

You laughed. “What, are we eight?”

Dean laughed gruffly. “Alright. Fair… Umm… Never Have I Ever?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be a drinking game?”

He gave you a knowing smirk, and pulled a bottle of whiskey off a nearby shelf. “You’re goddamn right it is.”

You looked at him hesitantly, one eyebrow raised, studying him. “I don’t know…”

The green in Dean’s eyes seemed to spark. “Come on! It’ll be fun! I promise I will keep my hands to myself when you are inevitably waaay more intoxicated than me,” he grinned.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him for a long moment. “Well… there’s nothing else to do. I guess this could be interesting,” you said.

Dean settled more comfortably on the sleeping pad he was sitting on. “Oh, yeah. I plan on finding out all kinds of new things about you,” he joked.

You laughed, but you did suddenly feel a little warm and you were quite sure your face was tinged pink. “Be careful. You might.” You wondered just what you were getting yourself into.

Dean gave you an unsure look, but smiled. “Okay. I’ll go first.” He thought for a moment and then cleared his throat. A wide smile grew on his face. “Never have I ever crashed my car into a fire hydrant.”

Your mouth dropped open. His expression was smug. “Hey, that was—I had a head injury!”

“So? You still did it. Drink!”

You bit your bottom lip and looked at him with a tight smile. “So, that is how you’re gonna play it, hmm?”

Dean laughed. The gruffness of his laugh with the way his eyes crinkled at the corners killed you every time. “That’s how I’m gonna play it.” He shrugged.

“Fine. Give me that,” you said, snatching the whiskey bottle from him with a sassy look and taking a sip. “My turn.” You seized him up with your eyes.

“Never have I ever… had a one night stand.” You punctuated the end of the sentence by shoving the whiskey bottle back at Dean and giving him a satisfied smile.

He took it begrudgingly but there was a curious expression on his face. “Wait… seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” you said. You felt your cheeks growing a little pink again. “What?”

Dean shrugged and took a swig from the bottle. “I don’t know. I’m just surprised I guess. I mean, you’re—” he cut himself off, and suddenly looked down at his feet. “Uhh…”

“I’m what?” you pressed him.

He shrugged. “I guess it’s just not your style,” he said. It wasn’t really a question. “Can’t imagine you never had the opportunity,” he said a little sheepishly, avoiding your eyes. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck nervously.

You nodded, catching his eyes again. The warmth in your face was growing and you were quite positive it was bright red. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah… Not my style. I’ve never been good at—at just sex.”

“You’re not good at sex?” he joked. “Damn, what a disappointment. Well, I could give you some pointers… Maybe help you practice—”

“Dean! You know what I said!” Dean laughed heartily and caught your eyes again. “Your turn, Winchester. What have you got?”

Dean decided to go a little more serious after that last one. “Right. Umm… Never have I ever—been to Prom?” He looked at you questioningly for a few seconds but you showed no sign of reaching for the bottle to take a drink.

You only gave him a small smile.

“Wow, I thought for sure I would get you on that one. You didn’t go to Prom?”

You shook your head. “Nope. No Prom.”

“Why not?” Dean asked, studying your expression.

Your eyes turned downward and for a moment Dean thought you were blinking back some emotion. In another second, you were back to your old self, giving him a sarcastic smile. “It’s called ‘Never Have I Ever,’ not ‘20 Questions’.”

Dean let you get away with the deflection, but he could sense that there was something there you were holding back… “Alright, alright. Um. Never Have I ever…” Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at you, “flirted with a bald valet for information!”

“What?! That is WAY too specific!”

“Hey, we didn’t lay out any ground rules! That is totally valid!” he argued back.

“That was for a case! You’re such an ass!” You grabbed another dried food packet and whipped it at him, catching him in the chest. Dean tossed his head back and laughed before shoving the whiskey bottle at you.

You snatched it and took a sip. “Oof,” you said, swallowing the burn in your throat. “Should have known Bobby would have booze in his end-of-days bunker.” You were definitely starting to feel that familiar giddiness, a warm buzz from the liquor.

“The man kept a well-stocked pantry, that’s for damn sure,” Dean said, admiration clear on his face.

“Never have I ever been arrested,” you said with a wide, satisfied smile. “I feel like you should drink like ten times for this one,” you said, handing the bottle back to Dean. His fingers brushed yours as he took it, rolling his eyes at you, and you startled a little at the contact. It was like a hot spark had jumped up your arm.

“In our line of work, if you haven’t been arrested, you’re doing something wrong,” he argued, pointing vehemently in your direction. He took a big swig and smacked his lips afterwards.

“Nah, I’m just a waaaay smoother talker than you. I should have been arrested,” you counted on your fingers, “six times.”

“Six?”

“Six. Also, it helps that I’m much, much cuter than you,” you said, wrinkling your nose at him.

A small smile accompanied by a peculiar expression came over Dean’s face. “I can’t argue with that…” he said.

You felt yourself blush and stood up. “Umm, bathroom break,” you said. Ugh. Chicken! you mentally scolded yourself. There you went again… as soon as you started to feel something you tucked your tail and ran the other way. What were you so afraid of?

“I’ll be here,” Dean replied, leaning back so he was laying flat on his back on the sleeping pad he had spread out.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“You’re drunk,” Dean accused you, laughing at how you had just slurred your words.

“You’re drunk!” you argued back, indignant.

“Not as drunk as you,” Dean said, shaking his head, a wide smile still on his lips. “Here. C’mere. Give me that,” he said, taking the whiskey bottle from you. Dean stood up and capped it, replacing it on a nearby shelf. “We need to get some food and some water in you,” he said. “Or you’re gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow and I don’t want to be trapped in here with you in that state.”

“Whatever. I’m a delight,” you said.

Dean was digging through some of the dehydrated food packs on the shelves. “Do you want beef stew orrrr… hmm--beef stew?”

“I guess I’ll take beef stew.”

“Beef stew it is!”

You crossed the room to another set of shelves and stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach the sleeping pads and the sleeping bags, tired of sitting on a crate. Your balance, however, was somewhat compromised due the imbibed whiskey and you knocked a plastic water jug off a high shelf when you mis-stepped while reaching for what you wanted. “Shit!”

You ducked the water jug, but if Dean hadn’t quickly turned and steadied you, you would have been splayed out on the floor, possibly with a new bump on the back of your head. The cookware that had been in Dean’s hands was clattering and ringing on the floor harshly but the two of you were frozen. Dean’s hands were on your hips. He watched your lips part slightly and his heart was hammering in his chest. The way you were looking up at him, your eyes a little wide with surprise but fixated on his—he gulped at the sudden tightness in his throat. But he suddenly realized that the moment he should have let go of you was long past and he quickly withdrew. “You okay?” he asked.

You couldn’t get any words out as you stepped back from him and you only nodded.

He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair, still taking in your expression. “Heh—I told you you’re drunk.” He turned and grabbed a sleeping pad and sleeping bag for you from the shelf.

“Yeah. Thanks,” you said, still a little stunned. “Umm, you always did have good reflexes.” Dean clenched and unclenched his hands a couple times, trying to shake the tingly feeling in his fingers.

He nodded. “No problem.”

Dean picked up the cookware and you set up the sleeping pad and sleeping bag on the floor, trying to get as comfortable as you could. You felt suddenly sober and you couldn’t figure out if it was almost cracking your head open or Dean’s hands on your hips that had done it… but you suspected the latter. You could still almost feel the weight of them on you and god, your heart was absolutely pounding.

A half hour later you and Dean had both eaten and he had insisted on continuously refilling your cup with water. You did the clean up after your camp-style dinner and when you finished you noticed Dean flopped down on his sleeping pad, paging through a book.

You sank down next to him. “What’s that?”

He flipped another page, a vague crooked smile growing on his face. “I haven’t seen this in… probably ten, maybe fifteen years,” he said. He partially closed it so you could see the cover.

“Monsters and Myths,” you read aloud.

“When Sammy and I were little, my Dad would drop us off here at Bobby’s if he had a hunt he didn’t want us anywhere near, or if there was a job in the area. I would sneak this book off the shelves and we’d stay up late looking through it, reading about all the monsters and talking about how Dad would take them down—whether he had ever fought any of them for real. It used to scare the crap out of us,” he laughed gruffly.

“It’s kind of still scary now,” you said. “Knowing a lot of these probably do actually exist.” You leaned toward him to read the entry he was on about Kludde, a Flemish beast from Belgian folklore that wandered the countryside in the form of a massive, winged, black wolf.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “It’s weird though. I wonder why Bobby chose this out of all his books as one to bring into the panic room,” he said.

“If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because he had memories about it just like you do. Nothing got past Bobby. I’m sure he knew you used to sneak it off the shelves.” Dean looked over at you and met your eyes. You were side by side, both laying spread out on the floor. You were close. Your faces were only a few inches apart, both propped up on your elbows. “Probably some of his fondest memories of Little Dean and Little Sammy,” you said with a small smile. “They would be good company if the world outside was burning.”

Dean felt like he melted. He loved that little smile—it filled your whole face with light and warmth. It felt like all the air in the room had stopped moving and the stillness was electric. You held his eyes as long as you dared before you shyly blinked away and looked down at your hands. But Dean was still studying your face, and he turned more toward you.

“Will you tell me?”

You gave him a questioning look.

“About Prom. Why you didn’t go.”

Your brow automatically drew down over your eyes and your lips pouted in a soft frown. You considered his question for a long moment, and then spoke with some effort. “My dad was sick,” you said with a sad smile, your eyes a little misty. You shrugged. “Prom wasn’t important.”

Dean easily recognized the grief in your eyes. “I’m sorry. What was it?”

You cleared your throat to ease the tightness from emotion there. “Pancreatic cancer. He passed away the summer before my senior year in high school.”

“God, I’m sorry.” Dean watched you fighting emotion.

You nodded and forced yourself to heave in a shaky breath. “Yeah. It was hard.”

“You never said anything to me or Sammy before.”

You shrugged. “It’s still hard to talk about. And—everyone has lost someone one way or another.” Your eyes found Dean’s again and you felt a chill, or electricity run up your back.

Suddenly, Dean reached up and gently moved a stray strand of hair away from your face, his fingers gentle on your skin. His eyes seemed to be flitting between yours and your lips and you felt like there was something pulling you toward him—something magnetic, and you wanted to give into it so badly. You were teetering on the edge. You subconsciously bit your bottom lip and that’s when Dean couldn’t stand it anymore. He closed the distance between the two of you, his lips meeting yours, and you leaned into him desperately, feeling his hand gently cupping your face, his fingers trailing softly down your neck. That kiss stoked a wave of warmth in your chest and you relished his lips on yours, soft at first, but growing more pleading, more passionate, almost desperate, like a dam had broken.

But all of a sudden, Dean pulled back and his eyes were searching your face, his lips still just inches from yours. “Wait—” he said, his voice a little raspy, “—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—you’re drunk.” It took every ounce of his willpower to break contact with you.

You couldn’t have looked away from his green eyes if you had wanted to, the fire in them was all consuming. “No,” you said vaguely, breathlessly, one corner of your mouth curving up in a smile. “I’m not anymore.”

That was all Dean needed to hear. “Oh, thank God.” He crashed into you again, even more hungrily now and you gave in, eagerly wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his hands in your hair and tracing your curves. Soon you were both pressed together completely, your legs tangled with his. Dean’s tongue flitted over your bottom lip. You parted yours and he kissed you more deeply, with more fire. And then he was over you and you were flat on your back. You slipped one hand barely underneath the hem of his shirt and your fingers floated over his skin, across his back, tickling at his hip, sending tingles up his spine, making him smile into the kiss. Dean slid a hand over the silky skin on your arm, pressing it up over your head, lacing his fingers with yours, kissing you more insistently, his hips pressing into you.

You slid your fingers into his hair and were lost. Both of you were lost in that kiss—it was fireworks, it was heat, it was—it was so much better than either of you could have guessed. It was effortless, kissing him. Your lips and bodies moved in sync without thought.

Finally, Dean’s kiss grew softer again and he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. Both of you were out of breath, and smiles grew on your faces. You felt your cheeks coloring bright red, and you bit your bottom lip. Dean rested his forehead against yours and he shut his eyes, still riding the wave of that high.

“That was…” but he didn’t even have a word for it.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“I—I better just try to be a gentleman and stop here or I will not be responsible for my actions,” he said with a gruff laugh, repositioning from where he was over you to lay down next to you again.

You were still trying to catch your breath, staring straight up at the ceiling.

Dean couldn’t take his eyes off you and he studied your profile, the gentle slope of your nose, the way your eyelashes whisked upwards away from your cheeks. “I wish I had done that a long time ago,” he said quietly.

You turned to look at him with a small, shy smile. “Me too,” you laughed, feeling a wave of heat in your chest. Dean could see you flush and he leaned in again to give you one last soft kiss—this one sweet and slow.

Neither of you wanted to say anything more. You just wanted to drink each other in. It was perfect—it was vulnerable and intimate and honest. After a little while, Dean grabbed the book again and with a tilt of his head and an outstretched arm as an invitation, you cuddled close and watched as he paged through the old volume.

Some time later, you were both asleep--Dean’s arm under and wrapped around you and your head on his shoulder and a hand gentle on his chest.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You startled awake the next morning to a banging sound followed by a familiar voice.

“DEAN!”

It was, unmistakably, Sam.

You and Dean both sat up stock straight. “Sam?”

“DEAN! Can you hear me?!”

You looked up toward the source the sound. “It’s coming through that vent,” you said, climbing to your feet. “SAM! WE’RE DOWN HERE!”

“Y/N? IS DEAN WITH YOU? WHAT’S GOING ON?”

“I’M HERE, SAM! WE’RE STUCK IN BOBBY’S FUCKING PANIC ROOM!”

“WHAT?”

“BOBBY’S. FUCKING. PANIC ROOM!”

This was followed by more loud banging sounds and some sort of metallic clanking and squealing.

“Can you hear me better?” Sam’s voice was clearer.

“Yes! Sam, thank God,” you yelled back. “We were worried you wouldn’t be here for another day or more!”

“I tried calling both of you like ten times with no answer! I got worried.”

“Awesome. Now, figure out how to get us out of here,” Dean chimed in.

“Uhh…How?”

“We tripped the system somehow. There’s some kind of computer panel in here. Maybe there’s another one outside or in the house somewhere. Maybe you can hack it somehow and override the lockdown?” you offered.

“Alright… I’ll see what I can do. Just sit tight.”

Dean caught your eyes and laughed wryly. “Not like we have any other choice, right?” he said. That was the first time since you had woken up to the chaos from Sam that the two of you had really looked at each other. You immediately felt your cheeks flush. Dean’s lips curved in a gentle smile as he took in your bashfulness. “How’s your head?”

You nodded. “Fine. How’s yours?”

“Just fine,” he said, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. He nervously rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “So… that really happened, right?”

“What?”

He cleared his throat at averted his eyes back up toward the vent Sam had been talking to you through. “I mean—last night—we totally made out. I didn’t… dream that?”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled nervously. “We… definitely made out…”

Dean gave you one of his classic boyish grins. “Awesome.”

Sam was surprisingly fast at cracking the system, with a little help from Charlie over the phone. He had you and Dean out within an hour. You grinned at him as he finally pulled the door open from the outside.

“Hey,” he said. “You two interested in rejoining the world?”

You laughed and gave him a quick hug. “Our hero,” you said.

Dean patted Sam’s shoulder as he stepped past him. “Way to go, Sammy.”

Sam stepped forward to peer inside the panic room. “Geez. Well, it looks like you had everything you needed. Bobby was always prepared for anything. How long were you stuck in there?”

You checked the time on your phone. “About 18 hours.”

Sam laughed. “Yikes. What the hell did you do to pass the time?” He turned toward you and Dean again, shutting the door behind him. You were willing your cheeks not to turn red. Based on Sam’s curious expression and Dean’s unwillingness to meet his eyes, you were pretty sure Sam knew something was up. He raised his eyebrows. “What’s with you two?”

“What? Nothing,” Dean said. “Let’s get out of here.”

Dean turned away to head back up the root cellar stairs into the streaming sunlight and Sam gave you an inquisitive look. You awkwardly cleared your throat and avoided his questioning eyes. “Ready?”

“…Sure,” he agreed. He followed behind you, but he could sense that something had changed between you and Dean.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Current day

You sat sideways in what once was Crowley’s throne, legs draped over one arm of the seat. The heavy door to the room was shut to drown out the sounds of Hell. There was a laptop in your lap and you opened a web browser. “Huh. Hell has surprisingly good Wifi,” you wondered aloud to yourself. “Now, to find who is next… You searched through recent court case acquittals until the squeaking of metal hinges interrupted your attention. You sighed heavily but didn’t look at the demon who had just entered. “What?” Your tone was bored, cold.

“We--we think we’ve found it,” the demon stuttered out.

You sat up straight, swinging your feet to the floor. “Well?” you prodded.

“We can take you there.”

You rose from the throne completely and locked your eyes on the demon. “And he’s there?”

Something which looked an awful lot like terror was on the demon’s face, but he nodded.

”Take me there,” you demanded. “It’s time I meet Lucifer for myself.”

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Everywhere - Chapter 2 - Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

A/N: Part 1 didn’t do so well but I’m continuing anyway because I’m really enjoying writing this and at least one other person out there is too lol.

Summary: Connie invites you out for a fun night but there’s a surprise guest.

PART 1 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11

Tagging: @longitud-de-onda thanks again for reading!

Your first week there was basically just Steve and Javier catching you up on the case they were working on. The name Pablo Escobar was popular here and in America so you understood just what you were getting into.

"Steve, maybe we should take it easy on her. Is she gonna be able to remember all this?" Javier asked as if you weren't standing right there.

"I can remember it just fine, thank you." You gave him a phony smile then began recapping everything they had told you that week, remembering faces and photographs.

"Did I mention she has an eidetic memory?" Steve smirked at Javier who appeared to be gawking at you.

"You should close your mouth before something flies in there."  You grabbed your things and headed for the door. "Gentleman...and Agent Peña." He rolled his eyes as you turned away.

Back at your apartment, you sighed as you settled in with a bottle of beer. You had planned on staying in for the weekend. You needed it. A rapid knocking on your door put a hitch in your relaxation.

"Who in the world…" You opened the door to an excited shriek.

"You're here!" Connie wrapped her arms around you so tightly you couldn't breathe.

"Connie!" you gasped. She finally let you go and followed you inside. "I thought you were...never mind. What's in the bag?"

"My dress. Steve and I are going out tonight. It is Friday, you know?" She looked around your apartment. "Are you ever going to unpack?"

You shrugged. "I'm fine living out of my luggage. I mean…I probably should unpack before my other boxes arrive from the states."

"We need to find you a dress," she said.

"Uh...why?"

"You're going out with us tonight." She started going through your luggage.

"No," you chuckled, "Absolutely not. I'm not gonna be the third wheel all night."

"If you wear this…" She held up your little blue dress. "...with these…" Your black pumps. "...you won't be a third wheel at all since the men will flock to you."

"Connie...I am not wearing that anywhere."

"Yes, you are."

"But I don't wanna," you whined.

"Please? For me?" Connie pouted at you.

"Is that how you get Steve to do things for you?" you teased.

"Yeah...among other things." You made a face and she giggled. "Let's get ready!"

A little over an hour later you and Connie walked downstairs to the car and made your way to the little club she told you about. She still didn't understand why you needed to strap a knife to your thigh. You moved uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

"Stop fidgeting. You look great," Connie said happily. "So...what do you think of Steve's partner?"

"Peña?" you asked with a bitter taste in your mouth. "I don't think of him. I mean...I can't seem to get away from the guy. He's everywhere. When I'm at work, he's there. When I come home, he's there…"

"When you come home?" She looked at you.

"He's my neighbor, Connie. Don't get too excited." She started laughing and it made you laugh. "At least I won't have to worry about seeing him here."

"Yeah." Connie looked ahead and kept quiet for the rest of the ride. When she pulled up and parked in front of the club, you climbed out and sighed, pulling the dress down as if that would make it any longer.

"I want to go home," you murmured.

"Too late." She pulled you along and into the club, immediately spotting Steve...and Javier.

"What the hell, Connie?!" You snatched your arm out of her grip. "What is he doing here? I can't let him see me like...like this!" Javier hadn't looked up from his drink yet but you still tried to make yourself smaller in case he happened to look your way.

"Steve must have invited him," she shouted over the music.

"Yeah right and you just so happened to invite me, huh?" You groaned and looked back towards the door.

"Nuh uh. Let's go." She pulled you over to the table and Javier finally looked up. He lifted his drink in greeting and slowly brought it to his lips until he laid eyes on you. He lowered the glass slowly and blinked a few times. "Hey boys!" Connie sat down next to Steve and you stood there awkwardly with Javier practically ogling you.

"May I?" you asked and he slid over so you could sit beside him. "Thanks…"

"What do you think, Javier? How does she look?" Connie asked and you glared at her from across the table.

"She, uh, she looks great." He quickly took a sip of his drink and avoided your gaze. "You ladies want a drink?" Connie shook her head but you definitely needed one. Just as you were about to tell him what you wanted, the waiter came over and placed a drink in front of you. It looked like one of those drinks you pretended not to like but actually did.

"Oh...um...esto no es mío…" you began to tell the waiter but he pointed to a man sitting at the bar who lifted his glass to you. "Oh…" You smiled and nodded to the gentleman.

"That was fast," Connie chirped. "I knew it!"

Javier scoffed and pointed to his glass, signaling the waiter for another and whatever he was drinking.

"Are you gonna go talk to him?" Connie leaned in and looked at you expectantly.

You should've said no but something came over you. "You know what...yeah, I am." You picked up your drink and stood to make your way over to this mystery man.

"God. I wish I looked like that in a dress." Connie had never been shy about admiring you.

Javier watched you like a hawk the whole night. You knew you could feel eyes on you but every time you looked his way, he was looking off somewhere else. You excused yourself and stepped outside, taking a deep breath once you did. Sensory overload was never fun.

"You okay?" Javier stood a few feet away from you smoking a cigarette.

"I'm fine. Just needed some air." You hugged yourself and looked up at the sky.

"Cigarette?" He offered you the carton.

"No thanks."

"I meant what I said, you know. You look...great." He took a drag from his cigarette and moved closer to you. "I guess that guy in there thought so too."

"Guess so. And...thank you but I'm sure you say that to every woman you see." You had drank a little too much and therefore you had a loose tongue. "Don't work on me though," you said proudly.

"I was just giving you a compliment."

"And I said thank you." You tugged on your dress again.

"Look, I know you don't like me but if we're gonna work together you gotta actually try and work with me." He gestured between the two of you.

"Like you and your informants?" You waved your arms in the air and started walking away on legs that felt slightly like jelly. "Forget it."

"Where the hell are you going?" Javier yelled behind you.

"Home." You were suddenly stopped by Javier cutting off your path.

"That's a good idea but you're going the wrong way, negrita." He smirked and jutted his chin in the direction you should be going. "You're drunk."

"It's really not that bad...besides I have protection, Agent Peña. Goodnight." You turned the other way but Javier cut you off again. "What now?"

"What protection? What could you possibly be hiding in such a...tight dress?" He looked you up and down and you rolled your eyes. You pulled your dress up your thighs revealing the knife strapped to your thigh. Javier immediately moved in front of you and looked around. "Are you crazy?!" he whispered angrily.

"I can take care of myself, Javier Peña." You poked at his chest then looked down at it before looking away. "Goodnight."

"I'll give you a ride," he offered. You huffed but he held up his finger before you could speak. "If something happened to you…"

"Fine, but if you try anything I'll cut your balls off."

"Wouldn't want that," he joked while walking you to his car. He opened the door for you and made sure you were in safely before closing the door and walking to the driver's side.

"Wait! I didn't tell Connie I was leaving…"

"Well, since we're both gone I'm sure she'll assume we're together." He started the car and music played quietly.

"Great," you mumbled. You closed your eyes and listened to the song playing.

I'll speak a little louder I'll even shout You know that I'm proud and I can't get the words out

Oh I I want to be with you everywhere

"Good song, huh?" Javier snapped you from your thoughts with his question.

"Hm?"

"The song...you like it?" You nodded. "Yeah. Can't go wrong with Fleetwood Mac."

You looked at him as he looked ahead at the road, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song. You were about to speak when he pulled up to the building. "We're home." He turned to you and you quickly looked away. What the hell was wrong with you?

He helped you out of the car and up the stairs to your apartment. He lingered a little longer than you expected.

"Um...thanks for this." You turned to your door and fumbled with the keys dropping them eventually. "Damn." Javier grabbed them before you could. "Thanks again," you chuckled finally getting your door open.

"Looks like I have more of an effect on you than you think," he teased.

"Oh whatever. Goodnight Javier." You shook your head with a smile.

"Goodnight." You were expecting him to call you what he always did but, surprisingly, he called you by your first name. It made you smile but after closing the door the smile faded. Everything would go back to the way it was in the morning. You would both be agents again and this night would have never happened. Those moments, if you can call them that, you two shared would be forgotten. By tomorrow he would have a new woman in his bed if he didn't already have one there now.

But why did you care? You blamed it on too much to drink, being too weak minded. That charm of his would not get to you, not the way he wanted it to. You came there to do a job and you'd be damned if you let a man fuck it up for you especially after only a week. You hated him, didn't you? You pulled the dress off and threw it on the floor then walked over to the record player. You placed the vinyl then put the needle on.

Oh I…

I wanna be with you everywhere.

[stories-sometimes]

I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {5/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 2418

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They pulled up to their hotel in Prague, a vast improvement from the run-down one in Italy. It was the image of luxury, near to the city centre, built-in some historic-looking building. Two doormen opened the gold-framed doors. All the students looked around in awe at the huge marble room. A pianist played, gently adding to the high-class atmosphere.

“This is absolutely insane.” She said, admiring the detailed granite tiles.

“Speak for yourself, I’m home.” Flash said arrogantly.

“What can I say, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.” Mr Harrington said in response to everyone’s amazed reaction. “Everyone get settled in, rested up,” he continued, “cause tonight, big surprise, the Carnival of Lights.” He exclaimed. As Mr Harrigton continued Peter felt his phone vibrate, he pulled it out to see Maria Hill’s name flashing over the screen of his phone. While Peter stepped away from the group, she noticed MJ’s intense stare from the corner of her eye. The jealousy bubbled slightly in the pit of her stomach. You don’t like him like that, she reminded herself, he’s your best friend. She attempted to drown out the feeling, instead trying to tune into Mr Harrington’s ramblings about the night’s carnival.

“Hello.” Peter answered.

“Parker it’s Hill,” The agent spoke across the phone, “there’s an earpiece in your suit, put it on and await further instruction, understood.”

“Um, yes ma’am,” Peter replied nervously. Peter stared at all the people who were in danger, who had been dragged into a mess he now had to solve.

An hour or so later he found himself with Fury, Hill and Beck, reciting the plan that had just been drilled into his head.

“I will be in the cathedral tower, keeping watch for the fire monster. When that shows up I will radio you guys. And then Mr Beck and I’ll -”

“My name is Mysterio.” The man said firmly, giving Peter a reassuring look, making the younger man smile. “Look, our only hope of finishing this is stopping the elemental now. We can try to draw it away from civilians but the most important thing is to keep it away from metal. It’ll get too powerful, then there’ll be no hope for us.” Beck instructed.

“I’m just worried, that me being here is putting my friend’s in danger and -”

“You’re worried about us putting your friends in danger,” Fury shouted from across the room, “You who set a drone strike on your own trip. Stark gave you this responsibility,” Fury poked harshly at the glasses hanging on his shirt, “But it’s clear to me that you are not ready for this.” Peter looked down guiltily, quickly excusing himself from the briefing room. He made his way up to the hotel roof, staring over the city destined for a disaster. He was only alone for about ten minutes before Beck came floating up to console him.

“How you feeling?” Beck asked, sitting down on the ledge beside Peter.

“I just didn’t expect to have to save the world this summer. I know it makes me sound like a jerk but -”

“You’re not a jerk for wanting a normal life kid. You're a good kid. There's a part of me that wants to tell you to just turn around, run away from all this. And then, there's another part of me that knows what we're about to fight. What's at stake. And I'm glad you're here. You’ve got these skills, these talents and I’d be honoured if you do decide to help me.” 

“I want to help, I’m just worried about my friends.”

“I get that, just keep them inside, in a safe place while we save the day. You know there’s some opera on tonight, everyone will be at the carnival so it’ll be empty.” Beck suggested.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’d love that.” Peter said sarcastically, but still appreciative of his idea.

So that’s how Peter found himself entering an opera house as the rest of the trip complained about missing out on the biggest party of the year, with only his two best friends aiding him in support of the idea. The situation was definitely improved by the fact Peter got to admire her in the emerald, satin dress she wore.

“You look really pretty by the way.” He whispered to her, loving the way she blushed lightly. It was always his favourite sight.

“Thanks, you too. Um, you also look pretty.” She mumbled back. You’re just friends, she repeated to herself again. But it was a harder and harder thought to believe. She was confused, to say the least, and her growing feelings for Beck only made it more difficult to comprehend. “I’m gonna go to our seat, I hope you can stick around for a bit.” She beamed, punching him lightly on the arm before inwardly cringing at her actions. Smooth, really. She walked away, smiling over her shoulder at the boy, feeling the longing gaze. Soon she spotted MJ and moved into the empty seat beside her.

“You guys are weird,” MJ said immediately after she sat down.

“Really, you wanna call me weird when they’re sitting right there.” She said, pointing to Ned and Betty, both gushing over each other as they shared a set of opera glasses.

“Yeah,” MJ replied bluntly, “especially Peter, don’t tell me you don’t notice him disappearing all the time. You’ve got to find that suspicious.” She panicked, trying to come up with some excuse to cover Peter’s ass.

“He just gets anxious, has to be alone sometimes to calm down.” She lied.

“Yeah, but there’s removing yourself from a situation and then there’s disappearing for hours at a time. Look he’s leaving right now.” She turned, following MJ’s stare to see Peter rushing at the hall. She was disappointed. Although she knew his duties took priority over this, she couldn’t help feel let down by missing out on a night with her best friend. “Come on, let’s see where he goes.” She glared at MJ as the girl started to get up out of her seat.

“MJ, sit down we can’t leave.” She tried to drag MJ back into her seat.

“Why not, Peter’s allowed to.”

“He’s having a bad day, he told me he’s just going back to the hotel.”

“Then we’ll be good friends and comfort him.” MJ pulled out of the other girl’s grip.

“Brad will be heart-broken.” She nodded to the boy MJ had been flirting on and off with all trip.

“He’ll live. Look, you can come with me or stay here and bore yourself to death. And if Peter’s fine, then we’re ditching him to go to the carnival.” Knowing there was no stopping MJ, she joined her in sneaking out of the theatre. She could at least keep her away from the city centre. Not long after the two girls left, Ned found himself in a similar predicament, getting dragged out by his girlfriend.

Despite all of her protests and best efforts to avoid it, she managed to find herself nearing the carnival. Finding Peter’s hotel room empty only boosted MJ’s curiosity and ended with her basically carrying her friend to the party. The streets were filled with lights and colour, market stools stocked with an array of foods and gifts. Not a minute went by without a string of fireworks going off in the sky. Rides sat at every corner of every plaza, all lit up with strings of LED lights. She had to admit it would have been one of the magical experiences of her life if it wasn’t for the looming threat of another attack. The huge crowds of people all in imminent danger.  And the top of a clocktower hid Peter, wearing his new, all-black suit, awaiting the arrival of the final elemental.

“How’s the suit?” Fury asked once everyone was in position.

“Um, it’s great, a little tight around the old web-shooter.” Peter joked, Fury’s eye roll was so clear Peter could practically hear it.

“Parker.”

“Okay, I’ll shut up.”

The two girls were wandering around, weaving through the crowds.

“MJ, we should head back before anyone notices we’re gone.” She said, tugging on MJ’s arm as though she was some little kid.

“I just wanna find what Peter’s up to, then we can do whatever you want.”

“God, you’re acting like some stalker.”

“He’s disappeared too many times for there to be a simple explanation. Surely you want to find out what he’s been hiding.”

“MJ, I’m fucking serious we have to get back.” She noticed steam rising from a nearby fountain and knew the elemental was going to strike at any moment. 

“What the hell.” MJ had spotted it too, and stepped towards it. The ground split beneath their feet, lava seeping through the cracks, sliding up the statue above the fountain.

“MJ, we need to get -” Before she could finish her sentence the elemental had formed, sending the surrounding concrete flying out in all directions. She grabbed onto MJ’s hand and sprinted as fast as they could in the opposite direction. Panic ensued around them, the girls found a smaller alleyway to hide down.

“Okay, he’s here.” Peter rushed out as soon as the chaos began. “Beck, are you ready?” 

“On your lead Spiderman.” Beck flew towards the centre, watching the elemental smashing down on its metal surroundings to gain more power. Beck landed, green dust clouding around him as he summoned his signature green triangles over his hands. Whilst Beck had the attention of the elemental, Peter swung down, smashing a pile of wood over its head to immobilise it for a second, giving Beck the opportunity to start firing at the elemental. Peter shot a web out at a fire hydrant, pulling it out of the ground to allow the water to spray out at the fire monster. The thing punched the wall Peter was stuck to, sending him flying into the base of the ferris wheel. Before he could do anything it had gotten to a carousel, and Peter was forced to watch it suddenly grow in size.

“Night monkey, night monkey help us.” Peter heard a familiar voice cry as he stood back up. He looked up to see Ned and Betty trapped, calling out for some unknown person. Ned stared down, giving Peter a look as to say ‘just go with it’.

“Oh no, no, no.” His friends in danger - his worst nightmare. The elemental came charging towards him, all of his webs were burned as soon as he tried to do anything to directly stop the monster. A mere second before it could strike Peter and the wheel, Beck threw up a force field, preventing any harm. But he couldn’t hold it for very long. Each hit sent sparks down into the heroes’ faces.

“We’ve gotta hit him with something he can’t absorb.”

“You go left, I’ll go right.” They nodded briefly before Beck sent to force field outwards, pushing the elemental outwards. Beck flew up into the air, leaving Peter to swing toward the tallest building in the plaza. He ran up the wall, successfully distracting it for long enough for Beck to get to a better, higher position. Before the elemental could hit him, Peter flipped off the building, shooting a web onto a piece of rumble, flinging it into the monster. This gave Beck the opportunity to attack the elemental. “That hurt him, keep going.” Beck instructed. Peter repeatedly picked up and threw pieces of concrete rumble. But that didn’t hold it off for too long. Soon it had smashed a fist into the ground, sending a line of fire to the ferris wheel, knocking the wheel off its hinge. The screams of Peter’s friends filled the air. Peter went to shoot a web to help them, only to find it not connecting to the actual wheel, instead to some invisible force. He tried to pull his web back in only to find it flying away with some unknown piece of debris attached. It landed in the alleyway the two girls were hiding in.

“What the fuck,” MJ said as she picked it up, “These are Spiderman’s webs.” She stated.

“It can’t be, he’s a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, he works in New York.” The other girl tried to reason.

“He was in Washington, maybe he likes to travel.” MJ shoved the object into her pocket.

Peter pushed the curiosity out of head and turned to focus on saving his friends. He webbed up to where Ned and Betty were trapped.

“Whatever happens, I’m glad we met.” Beck said to Peter.

“Beck, what are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done last time.” Beck began to absorb a swarm of energy, building it up before flying into the centre of the monster. The fire was replaced with the green of Beck’s powers, causing it to explode with a blast of energy. Peter swung down to help an injured Beck up. Before he knew it, his best friend was running out of her hiding space, flinging her arms around Beck. He gripped onto her instinctively, holding on to her for dear life.

“What are you doing here?”

“MJ’s too stubborn for her own good.” She laughed. “Thank god you’re alright. You saved everyone, what are you gonna do now hero?”

“This.” He said, leaning down to kiss her.  She was surprised at his boldness at first, but quickly allowed him to deepen it as he shamelessly shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was passionate and messy, a rush of all their built up emotions. It was as though everyone else had disappeared, Peter and MJ were gone, Fury’s car pulling up didn’t exist - it was just the two of them. It carried on like that until they heard a loud cough from Fury. They broke apart, still remaining in each other’s arms. She flushed, giggled nervously at everyone’s stares.

“That the last of them?” Fury asked. Beck nodded. “But that won’t be the last threat, Hill and I are attending the headquarters in Berlin tomorrow, you should join us.”

“I’d be honoured.” Beck stepped away from her to shake Fury’s hand. “I’m taking you out tonight.” He turned to point at her, she agreed eagerly. “I’ll pick you up at 10. And you Spiderman, need to come with me, celebrate before my date.” 

“I’m not 21.” Was all Peter could come up with.

Peter had watched the interaction from afar, his heart breaking every second. He now truly believed he had no chance.

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Moreid one shot, 6 - "way past that"

Season 7, episode 20 "The company" (the one where Derek finally finds his cousin Cindi after years she had been missing but her family had no proof of her death. At the very end, when Derek, his sister Sarah, his aunt, Cindi and her son finally gather and hug)

We love some unrequested long ass but hopefully not boring fic. Basically a follow-up to the episode, definitely not one of my best works...

Also bad news: I've just started season 8 which is the one where Reid has that thing going on with Maeve, so A) I'm gonna be depressed and frustrated for a whole ass season + B) there probably won't be any Moreid inspo here and there so I'm sorry but I probably won't write fics during this one :( I could still do some throwbacks to older seasons though, I'll see what my big (?) creative (?) brain can do

Read it on AO3

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Reid was watching the scene through the blinds of the room him and the rest of the team were, chatting and finally relaxing while reordering their things, ready to go home.

He could clearly see, even from far away, that Morgan had teary eyes - but they weren't tears of sadness, nor anger. They were ones of joy and relief. Derek's aunt was hugging Cindi's kid, Derek was talking with his sister Sarah.

The young genius was totally immersed. He was so moved and happy that Morgan could finally let go of all the rage and uncomfort he had been burying inside for the past days - to be fair, those feelings had been there for months - he didn't even realize he was lopsidedly smiling to himself, like an idiot.

Everyone was getting out of the room with their hands full of stuff.

"You better pick your things up cause I wanna go home and sleep, and I'm pretty sure everyone agrees with me when I say that we won't regret leaving you here..." Emily said to him, jokingly.

"Yes ma'am, we do agree." Rossi responded.

"Mh mh." Reid mumbled, without shifting his eyes an inch from the view, barely hearing what the others were saying.

JJ sighed, resigned to the fact that he would probably be in there for another 30 minutes. "Alright. Bye Spence!"

-

The room was now empty. Reid saw Morgan looking at the team leaving, like he was awakened and brought back to the real world.

His eyes finally met Spencer's for just a split second, and in that moment Spencer immediately stopped looking, like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.

He coughed and clumsily stood up from the desk he was sitting on, starting to pick up his stuff with no specific order. Just to make it look like he had actually been doing something for the past 10 minutes, instead of watching Morgan like it was the most entertaining thing ever - it kinda was, to him. No matter the context.

Derek knew he had been looking all along. He simply didn't wanna look back at him, in the attempt to avoid drawing his sister's attention to Spencer as well.

Mission failed. 

"What you looking at?" Sarah asked after a few seconds of him being clearly distracted while she was talking.

Derek's eyes shifted back to her, raising his eyebrows and opening his mouth like he had something to say; but no valid excuse came out.

His sister turned around and saw it. She saw what had been distracting him for the past 5 minutes: Doctor Spencer Reid, sorting out his stuff in the other room. Now that the others had gone away leaving the doctor alone in there, there was nothing convincing enough Derek could say to dissuade her from gathering that he was looking at the pretty boy in the other room.

Reid looked up at the two for a second and waved at them, wearing his usual cute-kinda-awkward smile.

Sarah waved back, giggling at how geeky he was. "So...you gonna invite the guy over to dinner or something? Ever? In your lifetime?"

Derek sighed, still looking at Spencer. "I wish. It's not up to me, I don't think he'd be comfortable with that."

"C'mon why not? We've loved him since day one just like you did." she paused, recalling a memory she wasn't sure if sharing with her brother. She quickly decided on doing so.

"As a matter of fact, Desirée was the one who predicted something was up with you two just by the way you talked about him." she smirked.

"...I always talk about every member of my team. I talk about Penelope a lot. And Emily." Derek answered, frowning, like he took what his sister said as an accuse of some sort.

"Yeah, but that's different..." Sarah pointed out.

Derek didn't answer: she wasn't the first person telling him that he'd always talked about Spencer in a "different" way, since the beginning, when he hadn't even figured out his feelings for him yet. He'd come to the conclusion that he probably did that without even noticing.

There were a few seconds of silence - enough for her to notice that Derek had got back to looking at Spencer. She affectionately put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on. Go."

"I-I'm sorry sis, he's been trying to ignore me for the past two days on purpose cause I've been nervous all the time and I've been acting like a dick, honestly-"

"I know, I know, I imagined that. You owe him. We're fine." she gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed closer to her aunt and cousin, to intrude their conversation and give Derek a reason not to feel guilty about leaving her like that.

-

Morgan entered the room. Reid heard his footsteps but didn't - couldn't - turn around: he was stretching over the table to try and reach a pile of documents. He managed to pick it up and started to browse through the papers distractedly, while turning around to face him.

"You know, I was thinking that maybe-" He STARTED talking.

Derek cupped his boyfriend's face in his hands and kissed him impulsively, making Spencer breathe out a faint moan of surprise and chaotically put the files back on the desk right behind him. It took all of his physical strength and the remaining amount of attention he wasn't paying to that hot kiss not to just drop the files on the floor.

He wrapped his arms around Derek's waist and leaned closer. Without even thinking of how inappropriate that must have looked, his hands snaked under the other's t-shirt, lightly stroking his back.

The moment he felt Spencer's soft touch on his skin, Derek got goosebumps all over his body. He put a hand on the back of Reid's head, involuntarily messing his hair up, and started leaving quick kisses on his jaw and behind his ear. He knew that was a huge turn-on for him. Exactly the same way Spencer knew how huge of a turn-on was for Derek when he ran his fingers up and down his back - or abs; oh, the abs.

Spencer gasped, keeping his eyes shut. In the attempt of trying to stay on his feet, he put his hands behind him, trying to hold himself onto the edge of the desk.

Wrong move: his hands knocked off the pile of papers, spreading them all over the table and the floor. That was what - maybe luckily - interrupted the dynamic, which was clearly proceeding toward a not-suited-for-work direction.

Derek stopped teasing Spencer and rested his forehead on his, breathing heavily.

"...shit " Spencer whispered, chuckling.

"Maybe I should've closed the door." Derek said, shaking his head.

"And the blinds." Spencer added, nodding his chin toward Sarah, who immediately jerked her face the other way because she'd been caught peeking at them with the corner of her eye, from the lobby of the police dept. Derek snorted and shook his head - again.

Spencer sat on the desk, letting his feet wiggle 10 inches from the floor; still absent-mindedly looking at Derek's family through the blinds. He was sure that they had to get moving, but also didn't want one of the only moments of intimacy the two got during the day to end; even though said "moment of intimacy" eventually turned out to be Spencer yawning every 30 seconds, approximately.

Derek silently stared tilt-headed at his boyfriend with a smile printed on his face, for what seemed like an eternity, laying his eyes on everything they could reach: his gorgeous side profile; his slightly furrowed eyebrows; the golden curls that almost reached his shoulders; that absolutely nonsensical but all the same weirdly charming way he used to wear his wristwatch too loose over the unbuttoned cuff of his shirt, instead of beneath it like normal people; the collar of his wrinkled pinstripe button-down, too large to adhere properly to his slim neck. Derek rested his hand on the side of that neck of his, half entangled in his hair, caressing the very edge of his cutting jawline with a thumb.

"You know," Morgan interrupted the silence and Reid finally looked up at him with his big, brown eyes.

"Sarah asked me if I was gonna invite you to dinner one day."

Spencer smiled awkwardly and raised his brows, surprised "She did?". Derek nodded.

"Wow- I'm- I'm flattered..." he stuttered in response, half-heartedly.

"...but?" Derek got serious.

"There's no 'but', it's just- you know. I thought your family saw me as the weird and awkward kid, just like...well, everyone, really- which is totally true by the way I don't mean to play the victim or anything."

Derek laughed. "Yes, they do."

Reid frowned. Was there something he wasn't getting?

"But they love you like that."

Spencer looked away, smiling shyly. Derek cupped his jaw in one hand to make their looks meet again - he understood that Spencer loved it when he took his face like that by how he immediately gave him those eyes, every time. The adorable eyes. It worked like magic.

He bent over to whisper in his ear.

"I love you like that."

Spencer was already closing his eyes and melting in Derek's warmth, expecting one of his kisses. But Morgan wanted to tease him a little bit, so he backed away from him and walked toward the door with a smirk on his face, leaving there both Reid AND the mess of files they dropped on the floor.

"Wait!" Spencer squeaked when Derek was already on the threshold of the door.

"Nuh-huh pretty boy I ain't gonna help you with that mess. Besides: it's your fault, it's not like I pushed you or anything" he said jokingly, still wearing that smirk that made Spencer's whole body blush.

"Yeah- no, actually, it's not about that, though you could help me since we're already late and it IS kind of your fault- frankly though, it's totally your fault, what did you expect me to do? You were utterly over me, physically-"

"Baby. I was joking. What was it?" Derek interrupted the flood of words coming out of his mouth.

"Yeah sorry, uhm" he paused, his brain trying to start working again after crashing for a second at the word "baby".

He kept his eyes firm on Derek's face with his mouth open - though no words came out at all - fidgeting with his hands like he always did, not knowing what it meant to stay still. Derek raised his brows in a way that meant: "I'm listening...?".

"Why- why aren't you mad?" Spencer finally said, choosing the simplest and less mistakable way to say it.

Derek frowned. "Mad? At you? For wha- wait, did you do something I should be mad about?"

"Nonono not like that it's just, I haven't really talked to you in the past few days. And I should have been there for you with all that was going on."

"You WERE there. Just like anybody else."

"Exactly, and I should have done something more, instead I acted just like anybody else on the team, but I'm not anybody else otherwise this- us, we wouldn't make sense... right?" he waited hopeful for his boyfriend's confirmation, but his expression remained the same. "So I thought you would feel betrayed in some way, I don't know if you do feel like that and you're not telling me to not make me feel...guilty, but- but anyway I'm sorry. I'm really sorry that I acted like I don't have any responsibility to you."

"Kid" Derek said softly. "we're way past the whole 'I'm here for you if you wanna talk' thing. I know that you are, and I chose not to talk about it more than we were already doing on the job. We both bear a responsibility to each other and we always both respect that" he paused. "You worked on the case, you gave me space, you hugged me when I needed a hug. That's all that matters to me and you know it inside that big brain of yours."

Reid looked like he hadn't even heard half of the talk, gazing at him with heart eyes.

Morgan paused again, expecting some sort of answer, which never came. "What? One minute you're all sorry and the next you're looking at me like- like that." he raised his hand to point toward the face he was making. "What's up with you?" he asked jokingly after a few seconds of silence.

"So we're way past that uh?" Reid quoted him timidly, like he had to make it official.

"Waaay past that." Morgan answered with an eye-roll, playing along, knowing where that was going.

"So we're...serious. Aren't we?" he questioned rhetorically, biting his lip and looking down to fake-concentrate on fiddling with the hem of his sweater vest.

"Yes, genius boy, we're serious."

Spencer nodded shortly and turned around to hide his smile; finally deciding to - once again: clumsily - pick up the files and randomly stuff some of them in his satchel, while he kept the others in his hand. If he had done that with any criteria at all, they would have all fit in the bag: that was what Derek was thinking, looking at his messy boyfriend try to un-mess things up; wondering if maybe he really should've considered offering a hand.

-

They both finally got out of the room, 20 minutes later, but Derek's family was still there. He stopped walking and grabbed Spencer's arm to make him do the same.

"Imma wait for Hotch, I'll catch up in a minute."

"Alright" Spencer nodded.

"Yeah wait, first I gotta ask you one last thing..."

"...sure" Spencer squinted his eyes, pronouncing the word slowly. Derek looked a teeny tiny bit nervous, which was unusual, to say the least.

"Does your mom know? About...us? About me ?"

Spencer grinned knowingly. "Why are you even asking, you KNOW that I tell her everything."

"...so...? "

"So I've been telling her about you since the second I met you." he paused, giving him his sweet smile. "She knew where this was going before I did." By 'this' he clearly meant them.

Derek looked down at his feet, biting his bottom lip in the attempt to contain a chuckle.

Spencer wanted to kiss him. But they were in the main lobby, there was Sarah not so far: he didn't know if Derek would be okay with it.

He hesitated a second to look around and then gave him a quick peck at the corner of his lips, so quick nobody noticed. But as soon as he pulled away a little, Derek cupped his face and kissed him way deeper. In that moment, Reid understood that Morgan really didn't care about showing everyone that they were a thing. Not even his family. He was more than just not ashamed of it - he was proud.

Spencer could have gone hours kissing like that, but he stopped. "Alright- you're gonna make me drop the files again" he mumbled breathily against his lips, smiling.

Derek laughed and shook his head, finally letting Spencer go and following him with his gaze as he walked away.

-

He looked over to his sister: she was smirking. She had been looking at them all along. Nice.

Derek scratched the back of his neck and turned around, already regretting kissing Spencer in front of them: he could only imagine the amount of embarrassing questions expecting him at the next family dinner. To which he would also have to take Spencer with, at that point.

Hotch finally got out of an office where he had been talking with God knows who about God knows what for the whole time Morgan was with Reid. He always had to do the boring, bureaucratic stuff.

"Morgan. Have you been waiting for me this whole time?" he asked, in the most ironic tone he could pull off - which wasn't THAT clearly ironic.

"Yeah- no, actually, I was- nevermind. We good to go?"

"I was kidding. I know you were talking to Reid."

Derek nodded, looking at his feet, like talking to Reid was something to keep secret. Problem is, 'talking' wasn't all they'd been doing in the other room for 20 minutes.

Hotch frowned: he sensed something was wrong - mistakenly. "Is everything alright with you two?"

"...why are you asking? Should I know something?" Derek returned the frown. Apparently, that day people thought it was real fun to say confusing things.

Hotch sighed. "Reid wanted to apologize to you for a thing. He only hinted it to me but I can guess what he was talking about."

Derek breathed out, relieved. "Yeah. There was no need to apologize but you know how he's done. We're good." he answered, trying to hide a smile that said: we're REAL good.

"Thank God. When something is wrong between you two it's a mess." Hotch smirked with an eyebrow raised, using that same "ironic" tone from earlier, which came off as such only to the team because they knew him enough to resign to the fact that that was the most ironic it could ever get.

Derek snorted, smiling, without asking for an explanation: he knew exactly that the way the whole team functioned on the job got fucked up big time when there was tension between Spencer and him.

Hotch casually patted his shoulder. "Alright, let's get on the jet already. They're all probably asleep by now."