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A Bridgerton captivity [Anthony Bridgerton x Reader]

Title: A Bridgerton captivity Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Female!Reader Word count: 3.7k Published: 8 June 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Eloise and Benedict grow tired of you and Anthony avoiding each other. They decide to intervene in the most inappropriate way. Bingo: [x] This is part of my Band--Psychos 1.5k Followers Bingo Card by @band--psycho

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From a very young age, your family had been nursing a very close relationship with the Bridgertons, therefore it was inevitable for you to grow fond of them. Daphne and you had a rather tight friendship, but since her marriage to the Duke of Hastings, Simon, you haven't seen much of her. Of course, you kept in contact, but it mostly consisted of back-and-forth letters and very occasional meetings. Though you missed talking to her, laughing at silly ideas together, it didn't stop you from spending time at the Bridgerton household. If anything, Eloise made it her mission to occupy every possibly free time you had managed to acquire.

Eloise made sure to call on you almost every single day. It has become a known fact that if you weren't in your own home, you were possibly in the Bridgerton mansion. Sometimes you felt you even spent more time with her family than your own, but it didn't seem to bother your parents, if anything they seemed rather happy to let you go. Of course, your reasons for being around them weren't as innocent as some might think. A part of you wanted to enjoy some free time with Eloise and Penelope, on occasion riling Benedict and Colin up, but it was mostly rooted in your interest in the eldest Bridgerton brother.

At first you thought you had been hiding your feelings well, only forgetting your gaze on Anthony a couple of times a day. But lately it has become greatly obvious to anyone. Even Anthony knew about your growing interest in him, not once had he found you looking his way with a soft smile across your face. Though it seemed he didn't plan on taking the next step.

Eloise and Benedict tried to make arrangements where the two of you would accidentally meet, where you had to converse, even dance at the events. They somehow always found a way to get you close to their brother. But beyond the initial attempts, you felt you had no way to turn Anthony's head in your direction. He was beyond caught up in his duties and he seemed to forget to live, to enjoy himself.

On that particular day, you headed to the Bridgerton household in haste as Eloise called on you once again. Before you could have attempted to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing your friend with a rather wide grin across her face. You squinted suspiciously, knowing Elosie was always upto something.

"Finally," she said as she grabbed your arm and pulled you in the house in the least gentle way possible.

"I'm certainly glad you are happy to see me," you chuckled at her unusual behaviour, "though you seem more enthusiastic about my presence than usual," you scoffed in an unladylike manner, still watching her, trying to read her face. Something seemed off, but you just couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was.

"Shall I not be happy to see my dear friend?" Eloise asked as she started dragging you up the stairs, straight to the drawing room, her face holding an unusually large grin.

"Surely there's something else I should know about," you replied with a frown, studying her intently. You knew her more than to believe she was only happy to see you, even the air around her felt unusual.

"You are too suspicious. I simply missed you," she replied quickly as she pulled you into the drawing room, right beside a sofa and offered you a seat. You gave her heavy sigh as you studied her, an innocent smile spreading across her face. At last you sat down, but the way she kept looking around the room nervously, fidgeting in her place made you even more alarmed.

"You are acting as though there's something on your mind," you added as you watched her nervously play with her fingers.

"Not at all, I'm— I'm just— Oh, brother," Eloise turned to the door, her sentence unfinished as Anthony stepped inside the room followed by a sheepishly grinning Benedict. For a moment you felt your chest tighten, your throat dry out as you tried to speak up, but no words could leave your lips, your vocal cords left you betrayed. Anthony gazed back at you, swallowing visible at the sight of you, his body tensing.

"Oh, I— I didn't know we were expecting guests," he said, his eyes still attached to yours, never leaving the connection.

"I'm sorry, brother, I might have forgotten to mention," she apologised, but you couldn't see her mischievous smile, nor could Antony, both of you still lost in each other's gaze. "Let me fetch someone for a cup of tea," she rushed as she headed to the door. In normal circumstances you would have paid attention to her, watching her squirming with a sly smile across her face, but the only person you could focus on was her brother. The man you have found yourself completely and utterly in love with. The man who you would have given anything for. Though you knew it was only wishful thinking.

Your eyes shot to the entrance as a loud thumping noise was heard from the door, closing behind the eldest Bridgerton brother. "What is happening?" Anthony asked as he walked to the door and attempted to turn the handle, but it didn't budge. "Eloise, let us out, now!" He called for his sister in an authoritative tone.

"I sincerely apologise, brother, but I'm afraid I can not do that," she replied with a silent chuckle, her apology nothing but a joke.

"Eloise," you spoke up as you stood from the couch and walked to the door. "Do you understand what a scandal this could cause to your brother and I?" You tried to reason with your friend, slightly panicking inside as you realised the impact this little game of theirs could have on you, but you tried to hide it from Anthony, acting as though you were calm.

"We sent everyone away, don't you worry. Not a soul will know of what is happening behind those doors," Benedict replied this time with a humorous tone to his voice. Your eyes grew wider in surprise as you realised it wasn't just a spur of the moment decision, but they have actually planned it all.

"Benedict! Open the door!" Anthony started banging his fist on the wooden panels. "YOU MUST OPEN THE DOOR!" He emphasised his words, but you could only hear silent snickering from the other side, the pair behind it finding your situation comical.

"Eloise, Benedict," you called out to them in a soft tone, hoping to reason with them. "Please, it certainly is not funny. Should anyone find out about this, we will be in a lot of trouble," you attempted to change their mind, but their laughter just grew louder. "Must you play this foolish game?" You asked desperately, frowning as you watched the closed door.

"I'm sorry, but we must," Elosie replied, this time her voice turning serious. Anthony and you exchanged a suspicious look at her unusually firm stance. "We have tried everything we could so you two could finally talk to each other in a way two grown up adults do. But over and over again, you keep avoiding each other, or the subject itself. Once you admit your feelings for each other, we will open the door. Until then, I wish you all the luck," she scoffed as she stepped further from the door.

"Eloise, what you are doing is foolish," you replied. "You can't just decide to entrap us in here because you think it helps. That's just wrong," you added firmly.

"It might be. But do you know what else is wrong? You and my brother, going around in a circle," she scoffed. "You must talk. Everyone sees the way you look at each other, but you and my dear brother seem to find every possible reason to avoid talking about your feelings. You shall hate me and Benedict, but we will not open this door. At least not until you talked," she replied, holding her stance and before you could have replied, you heard their footsteps fading away.

"Eloise! Benedict!" Anthony shouted as he kept hitting the door, but it didn't open.

"However you try, that door is closed," you added in a calm manner as you heaved a deep sigh. But Anthony couldn't stay composed, he was beyond frustrated with his siblings.

"I am aware, but I shall keep trying. Should I remind you of the consequences of this little game of theirs? It is not me I am worried about, but you," he replied, once again punching the wooden panels, relentlessly trying to find a way out, even if by breaking down the door itself.

"I'm very grateful you do, but by shouting and hitting the door, it won't open nor will they open it for us," you scoffed as you sat down on the couch and leaned back against the soft cushions, watching his face contorting in a grimace.

"I can not possibly sit here and do nothing," he exclaimed, hands resting on his hips as he searched for some sort of solution.

"I never thought it would bother you so greatly to be in a room alone with me," you let out a hollow chuckle in disappointment.

"You very well know that is not true. I am merely trying to avoid ruining your reputation," he sighed heavily as he sat down beside you, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"I believe you do, however I also know you enough to realise when you feel uncomfortable. And us being closed in a room together makes you uncomfortable," you replied, waiting for an excuse from him as you stood up and walked over to the window, taking a piece of flower from the light blue vase, and lifting it to your nose, its sweet smell making you smile.

"I can not have them ruining you, you must understand," he tried to reason with you, but all you could hear was excuses. Placing the flower back into the vase, you turned around with a firm gaze across your face, a dark chuckle leaving your lips.

"I wish you could be honest once," you scoffed, ignoring every possible manner you have been taught. "Would it be wrong to say you do not want to be associated with me? That the mere thought of you having to be married to me is an idea you despise?" You questioned with a deep frown, Anthony's eyes growing wider at the harsh words.

"That is not true!" He shot up from his seat, heading to you in haste. "I can not possibly imagine a better outcome than to have to marry a smart and beautiful woman as yourself," he shook his head as he got hold of your hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "But I would never— I could never forgive myself should it happen as a result of a scandal. I can not have that," he greeted his teeth, feeling helpless.

"You are right," you replied as you pulled your hands out of his grip and took a seat on the sofa you have occupied before. Anger was bubbling up inside you, nerves stretching to their limit. You were tired of feeling so in love when you knew you would never be good enough for him. It was pathetic and a part of you knew you should have given up hope long ago, but a simple smile of his, the brush of his hand against yours kept your hopes up just enough to hurt. You knew— everyone knew he wasn't completely uninterested in you, but he made sure to keep you at an arm's length.

"Please, don't ignore me," he breathed in a whisper, after a good few minutes of silence, but you could hear it fine.

"I am not ignoring you, Anthony, but Eloise is right," you sighed heavily, fidgeting with your fingers nervously, picking on your fingernails. "You know I have feelings for you, I made it painfully obvious. But you always find a way to push me away," lifting your gaze, you looked up at him. "I know I'm stepping over a line, I know I'm being inappropriate, but if you can not return my feelings, perhaps— wouldn't it be easier for both of us, should you voice it and reject me finally?" You asked with a shaky breath, your own words causing your chest to tighten, your throat close up, an unbearable pain twisting in your stomach. You could not handle staying close to him, meanwhile you knew he was unreachable.

"I— I have to concentrate on my duties. I can not possibly focus on feelings right now, you must understand," he pleaded with you and even though he didn't say he couldn't return your feelings, he did say he didn't want to. That was enough for your chest to become even tighter, a strong grip around it squeezing harder and the tears in your eyes to collect diligently.

"I understand," you replied firmly, trying to act tough as you stood up from the sofa and walked over to the other side of the room, roaming through some of Eloise's books. "I shall not bring up the subject matter anymore," you added. You couldn't possibly look at him, knowing it would make your tears escape. You couldn't possibly talk to him, knowing your voice would be anything but steady. As you picked up a book that looked to be interesting, you sat down on a sofa farther from the entrance and opened the book ready to dive into a reality that was far from yours, far from the pain, far from rejection. Somewhere unreal.

"Are you going to ignore me for the rest of the day?" He asked desperately.

"Surely you can understand I don't desire to have a conversation with you right now," you replied as you turned a page in your book.

"You can not avoid talking to me forever," he scoffed, finding your behaviour childish. You lifted your gaze and turned to look at him as he stepped closer. His taunting tone made your skin crawl. Was he honestly this foolish that he couldn't understand what you were feeling?

"Shall I try, Mr. Bridgerton?" You raised a questioning brow, earning an annoyed huff from Anthony.

"You are being childish," he groaned.

"Why don't you go back to your duties, they won't behave in a childish manner I assume," you retorted, turning your gaze back to your book. You didn't mean to start an argument, but it seemed Anthony had a different train of thoughts.

"Stop acting like that. Do you think it's easy for me?" He raised his voice desperately.

"I apologise, but I can't seem to understand what you might deem difficult for yourself," you scoffed in disbelief. It was you who was rejected after all, you couldn't possibly imagine what was so hard for him. "Should my presence bother you much, you could ask your siblings to open the door," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"What is wrong with you?" He walked up to the sofa you were seated on and stood right in front of you, frowning in confusion.

"As far I'm concerned, there is nothing wrong with me," you replied with an innocent smile as you stood up. "However, there might be something wrong with you. Shall I announce a marriage between you and your duties? Surely, they will give you a warm hug on a cold night, a soft kiss when you are at your lowest point, reassuring words when you are in need of one," you scoffed with a lopsided, smug smile across your face. You were mad and his continuous nagging didn't help your mood.

"You can not possibly understand the pressure I am under," he groaned in disbelief, your words finding his weakest spots. "Do you really think I don't want all those things? That I don't want to be held by someone or hold someone, that I don't need reassuring words or a soft kiss? I do, I really do. I need them from you," his words stunned you as you quickly placed a hand in front of your mouth in surprise. "Yes, you heard it. I do have feelings for you. I love you even. But I am so busy with my duties, I can not possibly promise to be with you, to spend time with you, to be there for you as much as you deserve it," he shook his head, his voice shaking as he swallowed visibly. You wanted to be happy, his words meant everything you could ever wish for, but they held no power in your society.

"Anthony," you breathed as you lifted your hand and placed it on his cheek, gently caressing his skin, the connection quickening your excitedly beating heart. "I will ask you one question and I expect an honest answer from you," you looked at him firmly, an intense gaze looking back at you, deeply frowning. "Are you prepared to lose me?" You asked, watching as his eyes grew wide.

"What?" He asked, ignoring every possible manner.

"How long do you think I'm capable of stopping papa and mama from trying to marry me off?" You asked, tears filling your eyes, the thought of marrying someone you didn't feel anything for, making you terrified.

"That will not happen," Anthony disputed, earning a heavy sigh from you.

"It surely will," you added with a firm tone. "It might be in weeks or months, but it will."

"No," he shook his head as he grabbed your hand on his face, finally understanding your position. "No," he repeated himself once again, your words stunning him, sending him into a shocked state.

"Anthony," you whispered his name, "I do not wish to force you to ask for my hand in marriage and I do not wish to change your mind if that is really what you want. I simply need you to understand the consequences your decisions could cause," you replied with a soft smile, knowing you couldn't make a decision for him, but his decision would impact your life.

He let go of your hand, standing in front of you with mixed emotions painted across his face, a deep frown between his brows. As he turned away and headed to the other side of the room, you could feel your heart shatter into the smallest of pieces. You expected it, you knew he would choose his duties over you, that you would not be enough to change his mind, but nothing could prepare you for the unbearably tight grip squeezing your heart, tears collecting in your eyes, threatening to escape.

You had to stay strong. You couldn't let him see a side of you that would make you feel any more pathetic. Sighing heavily, you sat back on the couch and pretended to read. Not a word could be processed by your brain, but at last you could wear a strong facade, one that would keep you from letting go of all your emotions at once, sobbing in front of the man you loved, the one you could never have. You needed to stay strong, you needed to— the hands cupping your cheeks, the lips meeting yours abruptly stopped your thoughts. You longed for his kisses, his warm touches, but his actions forced a great shock up on your clueless self, you even forgot to return his kiss, which you only realised when Anthony pulled away.

"I do not want to see you in another man's arms, I don't want to lose you," he shook his head desperately. "I love you, I really do. Please, marry me," he pleaded for you to accept him, his words rushed. For a second you didn't understand what he was trying to say, you need a good few seconds to analyse his words, causing another wave of shock.

"Was— was that a proposal?" You asked, stunned by his sudden change of heart. "Anthony, please, you must not make decisions in haste, they never turn out to be right," you tilted your head into his palm, wanting to feel his warmth, though you knew it was certainly not the right moment for enjoying his proximity.

"I did not," he shook his head quickly. "I have been thinking about it for a very long time, but the only reason I did not voice it is because I am not sure I can give you what you deserve. But I will try my best, I promise I will do anything to make you happy, because I love you," he beamed at you, his gaze desperate for a reply, possibly one where you'd agree to his proposal.

"Are you certain that is what you want? Should you change your mind, I understand," you said as though you needed reassurance, his rather quick change of mind scaring you.

"I want nothing more than you," he nodded firmly. "I want you to be my wife, I want you to be the mother of my— no, our children. I want to grow old beside you. I love you."

"Yes," you replied with a soft smile across your face. "Yes, I will marry you," you giggled happily as a smile finally found its way across Anthony's face.

"Thank god," he chuckled as he pulled you against his lips once again, this time receiving a kiss back from you, filled with adoration and love for one another.

"Finally," you heard Benedict and Eloise at the same time as the lock clicked and the door opened.

"Took you long enough. We were debating to open the door," Benedict snickered with a wide grin across his face.

"I am assuming it is the right time to ask; when am I going to become Auntie Eloise?" She giggled with a playful smirk.

A wholehearted laughter erupted from your lungs at your friend's words as Anthony groaned with an annoyed expression. Though he tried, he couldn't hide the tiny smile present in the corner of his lips. "Let us announce the proposal first," you giggled happily as you pulled Anthony in for another kiss, earning a proud smile from him, leaving Eloise and Benedict busy looking at the boring wallpaper, awkwardly trying to avert their attention from your inappropriate behaviour.

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The Pick-Up Line

A/N: Sooo here’s the next fic from my Request List, which I know for a while has been neglected! Based on the below request in which Jax has a crush on reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally gets his chance with her. I got inspired to write it for my dear @happyhunnams​’ birthday as I know she’s been excited for this one! 💝 This is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, Jax having a huge crush and being awk and adorbz as fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~2.8k

He’s bad.

He’s cigarettes and drugs and guns. He’s stained in blood from all the dirty jobs he’s done, from all the shit he’s hit and run. He’s inked in black and leather-clad. Some time ago he lost his wife, love of his life, and the loss drove him fucking mad. 

You look at him and you feel sad. He has two sons. Two little sons. Like he has any business raising little ones. A man like that—he really shouldn’t be a dad.

But so he is, and it’s so bad the way you almost just forget that he’s a criminal when he scoops up his young son in his arms and greets him with a tender kiss. You run the best daycare in Charming; somehow Mr. Teller always comes on time to drop off Abel in the morning, which is really quite alarming. Not so punctual for pick-up in the afternoon—but even when he’s running late Abel will squeeze your hand and say ‘he’s coming soon’—like in his bones he feels his daddy’s engine thrumming.

You yourself can feel a different kind of thrumming, every time you see Jax coming. Wish you weren’t that kind of woman. Kind of woman who would throw away her dignity to fuck the king of Charming.

God, he’s bad. And even worse, because you think about the bad guy every night and touch yourself until you burst. ‘Cause he’s the best wet dream you’ve ever fucking had.

***************

You’re good.

You’re pink apples and picture books and pinwheels spinning in the summer sun. You’re like a mother to his son. You’re everything he wants to have and hold, and fuck if only he should be so bold, but knows he never should.

It’s hard when every day he wakes and thinks of you as he rubs out his morning wood.

Ever since his most tragic loss, Jax hasn’t had space for a thing inside his heart other than hatred toward his sorry self for having been the cause. By now it’s been a while though. Some part of him is letting go. Yet even so part of him knows, he’ll never be the man he was.

Won’t love the way he did before. Loss changes as it ever does. Can barely recognize the widower, the killer in the mirror. Splashes water on his face, raises to meet his gaze, and takes a steady pause. Searching himself for any part of him that’s pure.

The part of him that’s real—that can still feel—that may at last have come to heal... won’t love the way he did before.

For shame, won’t ever love the same. But if his heart survives its self-inflicted war, then maybe on the other side there’s hope of loving more.

***************

Jax Teller owns exactly one (1) nice fucking suit.

He’s never been to a job interview. Never set foot in a corporate building or anything. Funerals and weddings? A few. But they’ve all been within the Sons’ crew; everyone knows what dress code they’re getting. All the men who attend wear their leather because showing up in a suit would be honestly rude.

Yet today Mr. Teller is asking a fine woman out on a date for the first time since... longer than he can remember. Feels like the first time in forever. He wants to dress up like a fresh fucking prince. He’s in a fucking mood.

Crisp white shirt. Sharp black slacks. Feels so spiffy it hurts; his reflection asks—you even Jax? Fiddles with this silk tie of dark blue, realizing he has no fucking clue. Glances back, checks the clock on the desk behind him, which reminds him, that he’s fucking screwed.

He’s already so late. It’s not even like this is an actual date. Hasn’t been on a real date since high school. Now here he is dressing up all nice as if this is prom night and practicing cheap pick-up lines in his room like an absolute fool.

Never once in his life has Jax Teller been anything other than cool.

Now he’s anything but, as he tries out this suit thing in place of his trusty old kutte. And it feels like he’s broken some unspoken rule.

The way that he’s clumsily fumbled his tie just resembles a soft fabric pretzel or some shit. Ugh, fuck it. This business is cruel. Roughly rips the ridiculous thing off his neck and unbuttons a couple shirt buttons, adjusting the collar in case that’ll look better—it doesn’t. Suits simply aren’t cut out for Teller and nothing is coming together. He still looks like a fucking tool.

It’s five minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive at the daycare. He still has to sort out his hair. Never felt so un-fucking-prepared.

His cell rings and he puts it on speaker, so he can use both hands to carry on primping herself for his kid’s pretty teacher.

“What’s up, Nero?” he greets his favorite wholesome sweater-sporting superhero. One of the few sources of comfort and calm in his life as a reaper.

“Hey, I’ve got Abel, Jax,” the self-proclaimed ‘companionator’ states and carries on before Jax can react. “I’m gonna take him to the playground. Told her she oughta wait up at the center in case anyone comes around, but you’ve probably got ten minutes max.”

Jax’s brows furrow. He doesn’t quite follow. “What—Nero...”

The voice on the other end lets out a gentle grandfatherly chuckle remembering what he had witnessed when he had stopped by Jax’s place a few hours ago. “Saw you practicing pick-up lines and picking out an outfit, mano. You’re not really subtle about it, you know?”

King of Charming is blushing he’s so fucking mortified. Crushing so hard he can’t hide. “Were the lines any good, though?”

Another lighthearted grandfatherly laugh makes it clear that the answer is no.

Jackson thanks him profusely before the call’s done. Asks him to send a kiss to his son. A big kiss. Fuck is he grateful that Nero did this. Though the presence of a little child would’ve kept his courtship a classier level of tame... Jax’s feelings toward you are wild and now he can flirt without filter and shame.

Nero has one piece of advice to lend, before the call comes to an end. Good father figure and an even better friend.

“And look I don’t mean to be rude... but ditch that stupid fucking suit.”

***************

You have no clue what Nero meant when he came by to pick up Abel and just casually suggested that you stick around awhile. But there was something... promising, in his persuasive smile. You’ve always gotten honest vibes from him and trust he’s one of the best guys around. Though you don’t know them very well, you’ve heard a lot of shit about the Teller-Morrow clan and Jax’s stepfather who’s now rotting in hell; something tells you that Jax has started to become a better man these past few years thanks to the influence of this new father figure that he’s found.

Told Nero you would wait ten minutes for whoever else may be coming around. It’s not as if you’re keeping count. You feel like it has to be Jax and just the thought makes your heart pound...

Pounds even faster, once you finally hear the rumble of his Harley and set eyes upon the sexy fucking bastard.

Typically of course he’ll come by in his car to get his son, but this fine afternoon it seems he knows that Abel is already gone. There’s no one else here at the daycare center either. Just the teacher. Owner of this place who’s desperate to get ravaged by the reaper. So if Jax is here to pick someone up you’re the only one.

You’re waiting inside and can see him through the wide window out front. Pretending to be sorting papers when your main focus is sorting out the fire in your cunt. It’s so insane the way the bright gold of his mane catches the sun. He’s in his blue jeans and black leather and although he probably left at home his go-to knife and gun, you have no doubt that in his crotch he’s still packing the biggest baddest fucking weapon, and you bet he walks with that signature swagger in his gait because his dick weighs a whole ton. 

You’re dumb enough to make eye contact through the window and he greets you with a small wave and a smile. Sort of... awkward and a little shy—got no clue why—you’ve seen him interact with other women all the time and awkward-shy is really not Jax Teller’s style.

Just figure it’s because he’s here to have some unpleasant discussion. Maybe something serious that’s going on, relating to his son. You really hope that’s not the case because you’ve come to care for Abel so much after all this while—he’s a special one—sometimes you worry that you care too much as if he’s your own child.

Shove those thoughts out of your mind as Jackson walks up to the center. As his fine ass finally enters.

Damn is he working that leather. Sometimes you wonder how he’d clean up in a snazzy suit and tie but then again you just know this look is much better. It just screams Jax Fucking Teller.

The king of Charming in all his glory just stands there for a second in the doorway.

“H-hey,” is all he manages to say.

He bites his lip and tries to take a step toward you—almost trips over his stupid big white shoes—why is he tweaking out this way? Doesn’t seem drunk or drugged. Just weirdly sort of fucked.

You’d like to fuck him even more ‘cause you’re a dirty fucking whore. You may as well bend over now to fetch the fragments of your dignity from where they’re scattered all across the floor.

“Hi,” you reply and hope he doesn’t see the pornographic sex scenes playing out in your mind’s eye. “Can I...”

Now you’re the one who’s acting silly, as your inner slut silently finishes that sentence with a whole series of filthy. The teacher-themed puns that pop into your head are so painfully stupid you feel super guilty.

... Can I teach you the ABCs? Ass, balls, and cock—shove that cock in me—fuck it in deep till your balls slap my ass, baby.

... Can I teach you some calculus for a minute? With you I’m such a kinky bitch I have no limits. I’m serious, the limit just doesn’t exist.

... Can I teach you how to play nice during recess? You be Simon and I’ll do whatever you say. It’s the best way to play. Just tell me to bend over and I’ll let you fuck me to pieces. All day every day.

This is really not fucking okay.

“Umm...” you stammer, as Jax slowly crosses the room. Hoping he doesn’t hear your heart thud like a hammer. State something obvious because it’s safe although it’s dumb, and no doubt he already knows it anyway. “You’re a bit late for pick-up today.”

He smiles that sheepishly soft little smile again. The total opposite of classic hardcore Jackson. “Yeah, I’m not here to pick up my son.”

Rehearsed a thousand fucking pick-up lines before he came but for the life of him can’t even think of one.

It should be obvious he’s here to hit on you. But he’s not smooth enough to say it or to show you that it’s true. Instead he gestures at the room so full of playful toys and pretty decorations, this colorful haven of growth and education. “So, um... it looks like you know how to make learning fun.”

What the actual fuck, Jackson. He grabs his inner idiot by the scruff and fucking smacks him. 

Meanwhile you’re swooning ‘cause you think his inner idiot is adorable as shit. And though what he just said was stupid, it provides you with a nice outlet to talk about your passions. “Yeah, I—I just remember back when I was young which classes were my favorite. When the teachers put the effort in to make lessons engaging it was always so appreciated. I was lucky enough to have lots of good teachers so I loved school as a kid.”

Probably just rambled way too much but it helps you stay sane and stable when you fill the space with words. Otherwise in silence, you feel yourself so tense, so wet it hurts. No man on earth ever looked so good but you still know he’s bad news and it’s the worst.

Jax looks as if he’s hanging hard on every single word you say. You still have no fucking idea what’s gotten into him today. 

His smile softens and brightens a bit, as he hears how you loved school as a kid. “I bet you did. I bet you always aced it. Whereas me...” now finally he summons up the courage to say something just a little slick and nasty, though he’s terrified that it’ll go over badly, “...I’d always got a big fat D.”

A big fat—yes, he honestly just said that.

And he’s not the only one who can play bad.

Now that your inner slut has just been hit by Jax’s truck, she plays right back with a suggestive shrug. “Tough luck. If you’d just stooped a little lower then you could’ve had an F for Fuck.”

This game does not stop once it starts. You both play hard. He feeds ferociously off your flickering fire, triggering his own desire; he’s no longer shy and awkward as his stiff dick takes the focus off his nervous little heart.

“Me, stoop lower?” Jax echoes your words with a devilish snicker and takes a step closer. “Nah, I was always the one who made bitches go down and bend over.”

“Of course you were. Bet you think you still are, too. With a face like that, a dick so big and fat, I bet getting the girl was never hard to do.”

“Yeah, I could get any damn girl I want to,” he snarls. So close now that his maddening masculine scent makes your toes curl. Won’t touch you just yet, but in his gaze of brilliant blue you can read words unsaid: I want you.

This is what you want too. But for just a while longer, you want to prolong this dance. Further provoke his hunger. See if this is just sex or perhaps something deeper and stronger. Get back to that soft side of Jackson, a sweet glimpse of tenderness you would’ve never imagined. That Prince Fucking Charming who might really like you and give you a whirlwind romance... if you’d give him the chance...

But no matter how charming he seems, you remind yourself now that he can’t be the man of your dreams. He just can’t. He’s still so fucking bad in so many ways you simply can’t fucking stand…

And he’s reading your mind in this instant. The silent few seconds you’ve spent. You’re leaning against your desk now, and he still hasn’t touched you but feels like he’s fucking inside you somehow.

“Listen, Y/N,” he urges you gently, voice shaken yet steady. “Before I came over here, I practiced lines in the mirror. That’s not something I fucking do. I’ve been freaking out over how badly I find myself wanting you.”

You’re freaking out over how you feel all that he’s saying is true.

“Maybe that sounds like a line but it’s not. This is the only pick-up line I’ve got: I like you. A lot. And I know I’m not right for you. But I—I want to be, honestly, and if you let me then I’ll keep on trying to.”

No doubt he’s lied to girls before. And yet somehow you feel so sure, that you’re not someone he would ever dream of lying to. You have no clue just how you know but you just do.

“I don’t really do romance. But with you I’m fucking dying to. We can go on cute dates and star-gaze and slow dance. Be stupid and crazy. If you want that as badly as I do... then baby, just give me a chance.”

There is no way in hell you could say no to that. And you don’t even care if it’s bad, that right now from the start, as Jax Teller begins to make his way home into your heart... first things first, you want his dick to rip you apart. Now that his little pick-up line worked, he has won his way into your pants.

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Feels Like Home

[I finally managed to finish the 8th part of this story, yay! Even if I'm already too late for the deadline of the Bingo Challenge, I will finish this series, because I've grown to love Negan x Y/N and can't leave their (love) story unfinished. So have fun reading this part. It's just a short one but full of emotions and of course some delicious smut. 😏😉]

Summary: You can't deny your feelings for Negan any longer, after he confessed his love to you.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slight daddy kink, slight choking, rough sex

Square: You were right

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

Part 7: Drunk

"Because I love you." His words still echo in your head while your fingers trace his sweaty skin. Your heart feels full, yet all the pending emotions from the previous months leave a bitter taste. The hurt, the betrayal of your best friend, his daughter, the way the both of you so carelessly and selfishly risked everything to spend time together, to fuck around...your head spins with guilt. You have no idea if his revelation changes anything. It's the most beautiful feeling in the world to hear the person you love admit their feelings, though you don't know if it's enough to fix this mess.

"What are you thinking about?" Negan questions while taking your hand into his to place soft kisses against the fingertips which just touched him.

"Everything. This. Us. I have no idea what we're going to do now. You were right, you know? I was miserable the whole time. Not just because I regret hurting Celia, but also because I love you so much and can't live without you. It sounds cheesy and dramatic, but..."

He hushes you with a kiss to your lips, using your hand in his grasp to pull you further against him. He helps you swing one leg over his center, placing you right below his hardening length. How he is ready to go again is beyond your understanding, though you would never complain about his hunger for you. You have missed him too much, need him too much, love him too much.

You grasp his length, giving him a few loving tugs to get him to his full errect state before you lift your hips and sink down on him.

The groans you share fill his bedroom, the sound of his gasps driving you mad with lust. You already feel sore from the two previous rounds, so you set a slow pace, enjoying the incredible feeling of his cock inside of you. His fingers grip your hips, helping your rhythm to increase just a notch. The pure bliss written plainly on his face amazes you, makes you crave him even more. You haven't seen a more beautiful man than Negan below you, mouth slightly agape, cheeks rosy, skin sweaty. He turns you on so much, you forget about your sore center and slam harder up and down above him, fucking him with passion. The slight burning even adds to your pleasure, you can't deny it even if you want.

"Daddy, fuck me...", you moan breathlessly, the first time you talk dirty to him in a very long time, making you blush.

It still gets under his skin. You watch his eyes pop open, the growling sound out of his mouth still burning your skin and when he flips the both of you over, so he can drive himself between your legs, you have never felt anything so intense.

"Princess...", he moans above you, setting a fast pace. "Dirty little princess..."

He fucks you into the mattress, one hand lifting your leg as high as possible, the other loosely around your throat. You whimper and moan, trying to match his pace, trying to anchor yourself despite the pleasure he is driving into and out of you.

He is so deep inside of you, it hurts so good when he pushes himself in and out of you over and over again.

Your hand sneaks between your bodies, rubbing yourself furiously while Negan fucks you so good. As soon as he notices you're close, his hand tightens around your throat and the lack of oxygen makes you fall. You shake underneath him, your orgasm washing over you with a heavy force. When he lets go of you, the air filling your body drives your high to the next level. You pulse around him uncontrollably, he has no other chance than to let go himself, emptying himself deep inside of you.

"Shit, I love you so much, you dirty little woman", he praises out of breath while he kisses the sweaty and heaving skin.

"I love you too", you answer him breathlessly yourself. You feel tingly and like flying, high on endorphins, high on love.

Negan keeps staying inside of you for a long time, enjoying your warmth and your calming heartbeat, before he retreats himself to plop down beside you.

"C'mere", he whispers, pulling you into his warm embrace. This feels like home, you think, when his arms surround your body.

"We will figure this out, princess. All of it. I won't let you go ever again. We've wasted enough time, I don't plan on quitting this, never. I feel your concern, I don't want to ignore it, but we will work for this, OK? Promise me you won't give up on us. Let's make it work."

You lift your head to better look at him, your eyes teary with what he just said.

"OK", you whisper back, letting him shush you and embrace you even tighter.

Whatever may come, whatever may evolve, you will be fighting for this love, this man. Because even if how everything started and went on never felt more wrong, what it turned into also never felt more right.

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Running Away

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Panic, anxiety, being scared, mature content, talk of sex, Sam, inner thoughts

Summary: With Y/n and Sam only being together for a short time, when Y/n learns she pregnant she freaks thinking every bad thought about the things that could go wrong.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is Dominant Sam I'm talking about here, but also a protective Sam. This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge.

Square: First Child

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So, maybe I've been with Sam for a few months, but it's not that big of a deal. We're just a once in a blue sorta thing. Sam and I yes live together alongside his brother Dean, but I don't mean that Sam and I share a bed you know.

Okay well, maybe we do share a room. We share a comfy large bed when a hunt goes bad, or Sam wants to release some tension. We go and let go of our bodies' tension. Together we let everything go, and we sort of become one.

Sam is a giant teddy bear, but when he's had enough put onto his shoulders he needs someone to ground him, that someone for right now just so happens to be me. Bad hunts turn into long, fast, and hard nights.

Nights when Sam drags on, his large hands wrapped my throat pinning me down to the fluffy bed. My nails leaving red marks down his muscled back. His hips snapping against my cervix, his lips leaving bruises on my skin.

The way he'd snap his hips into me as I rode into him. In moments like these Sam was my cowboy, and I was his baby girl. The loud grunts and moans that echoed off the motel, or bunker walls were the most amazing sound to my ears.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the dominant nature of Sam, his almost animalistic way of fucking me. I wasn't a virgin when I met Sam and Dean, I wasn't a virgin when Sam first came to me with this idea of friends with benefits.

But even without being a virgin, taking Sam for the first time. That made me feel like I had died and came back to life. I know saying that seems probably very odd, but Sam there is something about him that makes him so fucking... fuckable.

The moment that I came down from my high and he laid on top of me, trying his hardest to not lay all his weight on me, I reveled in those moments. Was this what it was like to fall in love with someone?

Would Sam really want that? Would I be enough for Sam?

Months it went on like this, bad hunts or just wanting to let go. It went back and forth. The deal that we held, was for the both of us, and usually, we needed each other at the same time.

Bumping into each other, cute moments. Moments when I would try to put more effort into it. I learned real quick that Sam had a thing for lace and the color red. Something about the way it felt against his hands, or how it looks against my skin tone.

Nothing's more special than having your boy toy pull off your lace panties with his teeth while he makes direct contact. Again there was that dominating nature of Sam. Sometimes my mind would float to what it would be like with Dean, but I would be very much slapped out of that thinking when Sam would snap his hips into me and ask me 'who do you belong to?' or 'Who owns your body?'.

This of course in my world would only last for so long. Something always had to go wrong. So wrong that everything that I had worked for wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth it, if I would just be crashed in the end. I didn't think any wrong could come from fucking my best friend in a way.

Because that was Sam and I are.. were. We are friends, best friends, who know everything about each other, who know when the other is about to have a break or the other needs space. What happens when Sam finds out about this.

This is a normal fuck up that be taken care of. This is my fuck up, this fuck up is huge. He won't want to stay. No, see I've ruined this for the both of us.

What happens if Sam. What if? That's the big question stop overreacting. You've spent time with Dean, ask your question then act, not the other way around. You need to actually find out if your pregnant.

'pregnant' "FUCK" I said out loud rather loud, louder than I should have said it. "Y/n you okay?" I outside the bathroom door. Panicking I slipped the pregnancy test into my sweater pocket. "Yep, I'm super," I said and unlocked the door, slipped by Sam. Smiling before I casually walked away from him. Panicking on the inside.

"what am I going to do?" I asked myself under my breath. "A Winchester baby, a baby, my baby," I said hushed under my breathe. A tap to my shoulder pulled me from my very important inner monologue.

"Y/n, what's wrong with you?" Sam said wrapping his hand around my shoulder. Mouth left gaped open. "Y/n?" Sam repeated, just my name this time made everything worse. The echo of Sam's voice grunting and moaning my name as he comes down from his high.

"Sam," I said looking up at him. These were moments that I said he was a huge teddy bear. Worry crossed his handsome face. "Y/n what's wrong?" Again he forced his first question.

"Nothing Sam. Just let it go." I said tapping his hand on my shoulder. There was a look of upset confusion on Sam's face. "Y/n don't you dare pull away from me, especially after what we have together," Sam said as I walked away. I stopped and thought about it. 'Don't pull him into it, you just take care of it.' I just kept walking.

I made sure that the pregnancy test was really correct, by going to a doctor's office. "You're about six weeks along." The doctor said. More panic. More anxiety, more questions, more thoughts. That drive back to the bunker I was fighting the idea of leaving.

If I just left, what if I just didn't come back. 'No go back and try to hide it, say you're sick, hide in your room. You won't be able to hide it for long' Sam will question you, Sam will notice, he'll notice your body change, he'll notice everything Y/n.

When I got back Sam was waiting for me in the library. "Where were you Y/n?" he asked me as I passed by him "I was out," I said passing quickly. Trying to stay away from him, the closer I am to Sam the harder it is to not tell him the truth. The grip of his hands around my wrist is so powerful, so strong.

"Stop running away. I just need you Y/n I thought..." Sam paused looking down at my body and then to my wrist. "Sam let go of my wrist. You're hurting me." I said ripping my arm from his grasp. Stomping away and down the louder echoing bunker hallway.

'LEAVE' 'No stop he's right you made a promise, a deal.' "Stop" Fighting with myself was the worst of all of this. You can't run away from yourself. No knock at my door, but I wouldn't have known. I had taken a nap my thoughts clouding my mind. Waking up to a quiet bunker and a note stuck to the coffee machine. "Y/n whatever is going on.

That's what I'm here for. Please baby girl. I don't know what to do. Shoot me a message, or even text Dean. Just let me know you're okay." Signed Sam. Yet another wave of new thought, new emotions. I want to stay, but it wouldn't be good for either of us. Nobody benefits from this.

A normal hunts take Dean and Sam about a week tops so with the letter that Sam left behind I can only imagine that Sam is pushing Dean to hunt a lot faster. Get the hunt over and done with come home and figure out what is wrong with me.

I say I've got two days tops before the boys get back. To toggle with the idea of leaving. Two days doesn't seem like enough time, but I need to not trap them in a situation like this. Sam doesn't need to have another thing on his shoulders, Dean doesn't need the worry or the panic. Of a Winchester baby.

Taking a long walk around the bunker brought memories alive in my mind's eye. The great, the good, and the bad. Most of them included Sam. The night he asked me to start this friend with benefits or the wild night that he took me on the book-filled library table. He fucked me in the middle of the wide open.

Would it be bad to say that I fell in love with him from that moment? He made me feel like the only girl in the world. A few spots in the kitchen early morning breakfast being made, and in the garage washing whatever car Dean would let us wash.

'You need to go' Memories pinging in my head. Hitting all the corners of my head. This is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. There's a baby inside of me now, every choice has to be for this little one. This choice was for Sam and for this little one.

My hand laid on my still flat stomach. I wish that I could feel Sam's hand on top of mine, or watch his face. But that wouldn't be a good idea and I know that.

"They're going to a Winchester in and out," I said walking past Sam and Dean's rooms. I think I'll just have to write a letter to Sam, a sort of backwards odd way of responding to his letter.

This letter will just be my goodbye. "Hey Sam, by the time you read this I'll be long gone. Let me explain. I'm pregnant, with of course your child. We never got the chance to talk about being parents, never got the chance to even have a normal relationship. Sam, I fell hard for you, so hard that I don't want to hurt you. I know you most likely aren't ready to be a dad, so yes I know I'm taking that choice away from you. I am making so many mistakes and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders or even a burden on Deans. They'll find out about you, they'll be nosy like you, be hardheaded like you, defy me like you defied your father." I wrote out pausing to let my shaking hand take a break.

"Cowboy, I'm running away, because Sam that's the only thing I know how to do. Don't you dare think... Don't you dare ever for a second think that I don't love you, or that this baby won't grow up knowing who is, who knows maybe I'll come back... I love you, Sam, I love you cowboy."

I read over it once and then twice, Dean stood over my shoulder. His hand lying still against my blade. I swiped the pad of my thumb over my Y/n nicely small handwriting. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Hmm?" I hummed fearing my voice would give too much away. "What did she write?" He asked, "Y/n wrote that she's pregnant, and she is running away afraid to put the burden of my child on my shoulders and on yours." I said continuing to look at the page in front of me.

"Dean we.." "I've got you, Sammy. We'll find her bring her home and you wife her up." Dean said, grabbing my bag and racing back to the impala. "She's on foot, and most likely hasn't made it very far, I'll call Charlie, you call her," Dean said, whipping out my phone it tumbled in my hands landing on the footwell of the front seat.

Pulling it out it came with pictures, pictures of the three of us. Sitting on baby's hood, her in the middle of the two of us next to her. I could see it now, a baby Winchester, sitting on her lap and taking that picture all over again.

"Sam, Charlie says that she's gonna try her, see if we can sort of trick her into going with Charlie until we can get to her and bring her home," Dean said.

"Yeah let's hope she wants to come home," I said the mix of different emotions and feelings shoring through me, I felt the revive of the impala's engine. 'There's no running away from the Winchesters.'

Completed on: 05/04/2021

[leah-halliwell92]

Like a Mouse

Summary: Being Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend is not easy. Trouble is bound to make an appearance no matter what.

(This is for @band--psycho​ ‘s master list bingo!) Prompt: “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

You had been wanting to do something special for Bruce for a while now. You knew he was fond of your cooking so you set out to make him a banquet, with Alfred’s help of course. What you weren’t counting on was for your usual grocer to be out of nearly half of what you needed making you go to most, if not all, stores in the downtown Gotham area on the hunt for all these foods. Before you knew it it was night time, and you knew this was not good. 

You are not, by any means, weak or defenseless having been born and bred in Gotham City. You could stand your ground and fight when needed and being Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend wasn’t as walk in the park like as some would have it seem. And tonight seemed like the one night some poor asshole deemed it appropriate to try and mug you. 

The thick coated man had been following you for a hot minute now and wasn’t showing signs of letting up. You palmed your concealed hand knife ready for anything when you heard thumping from the rooftops. You kept going looking for a store front, when the man lunged and dragged you into a nearby alleyway. 

The guy pressed a knife to your throat and said, “Scream and you’re dead.”

You kept as calm as you could struggling little as he shoved you against the wall.

The thumping on the roof got louder and louder as He got closer.

You felt the thief freeze when you heard, “Drop it and I’ll consider not breaking your arms.”

You heard the scared whimper from the thief and the clicking of the hand knife fall on the floor. You kept your back turned to the pair even after the thief was pulled away and his grunts and screams were heard as the batman apprehended him. 

You walked deeper into the darkened alley and to find the bat mobile ready.

You felt your phone vibrate and find a text from Alfred, “Master Bruce insists on being your escort home.”

You sigh and get in mindful of the darker than dark alley, and the very worried bat trailing after you.

It didn’t take too long for him to arrive, and as you guessed he’d be in a mood until they made it back to the cave. 

“You should have called me,” he said his voice modulator making his voice a tad difficult to read.

“And tell you that half the groceries I got for your birthday dinner are going to spoil because the shop was out of nearly half the stuff?” You say honestly, “I didn’t count on that Bruce.”

He spared you a glance with a tender smirk and said, “And people say I'm the romantic one.”

“You are,” you said with a teasing grin, “When you want to be.”

He grabbed your hand as he wove through the streets of Gotham prompting you to remove the glove and hold his hand.

“By they way, are you always that loud when stalking criminals?” You asked intertwining your fingers together.

“I’m as silent as a mouse,” bruce answered with an affronted scoff.

You heard Alfred scoff through loudly from the ear piece.

“I think Al and I can agree in that you aren’t as quiet as you thing you are,” you said with a chuckle.

[elvish-sky]

The Best Day {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I wrote this for @band--psycho ‘s 1.5k Bingo Challenge! The prompt was “beach.” I loved writing this, it’s been forever since I’ve written Legolas which is absolutely ridiculous and I need to write him more. Anyways, I really hope you guys love this as much as I do, it was an utter joy to work on!

Word Count: 1,337

Summary: You wheedle Legolas into going to the beach for the day.

Pairing: Modern AU Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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The Best Day

“C’mon, Legolas. Can we please go to the beach today?”

You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, collapsing onto the couch next to him.

“It’s only 8:30, if we go now we can get a good spot!”

He still didn’t look up from his book.

“We can get Italian ice…”

Legolas slammed his book shut and sprung off the couch. “Ok, be outside in ten minutes!”

You laughed, missing the twinkle in his eye, following him to your bedroom where you quickly donned your favorite backless black one-piece, throwing a cover-up over it as your boyfriend picked out his green swimming trunks.

You left Legolas putting his hair up into his usual beach-going style, and grabbed two towels and sunscreen from the closet, stuffing them into a bag. You raided the fridge for drinks to stick in a cooler, root beer for you, and ginger ale for Legolas, who after discovering it two years ago refused to drink any other soda. Lastly, you stuffed a bag of Doritos, a bag of Sour Cream and Onion potato chips, and your wallet into the bag with the towels. You grabbed your bike helmet from its spot above the coatrack and clipped it on, going outside and fastening the beach bag onto Legolas’ bike, the cooler straps slung onto your back.

You heard the door to the house open again and turned to see Legolas locking the door behind himself. His hair was pulled back into a man bun, and he was wearing an unbuttoned teal shirt that revealed his toned chest and abs. Buckling his helmet, he got onto his bike and the two of you were off.

Arriving at the beach, you locked your bikes onto the rack, Legolas grabbing the beach bag off of his. Walking down onto the soft sand, you turned right, looking for a place to spread out your towels. It took a moment before you realized Legolas wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Where are you going?” you asked, turning around to see him fifty feet away in the opposite direction.

“I’m finding us a spot!”

“But we always go right!” You did. The right side of the beach was just better, everyone knew that.

He laughed, “Fine, we’ll go right,” and jogged back to you, grabbing your hand.

Together, you found a perfect spot and spread out your towels. You got the sunscreen and applied it, doing Legolas back, and then sat on the towels.

“Can we go in yet?”

For someone who hadn’t wanted to go to the beach today, Legolas was very impatient.

“Five more minutes,” you giggled at the pout on his face, “we have to wait for the sunscreen to set!”

Finally, five minutes later, he sprang up. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

“No fair!” You shouted, sprinting down the sand towards the sparkling blue ocean.

You watched your boyfriend dive in, water rising in a splash all around him. He surfaced, water streaming down his face in rivulets as he blinked it out of his eyes, smiling at you.

“I see someone still hasn’t dunked!”

“Legolas, no…. No, no- AGHHHHHHH-” Your scream was cut off by Legolas dropping you into the water.

Quickly, you surfaced, spluttering.

“Oh, I’m gonna get you for that.”

You dove, grabbing his ankles and yanking them so that he fell. This time when your head rose above the water, he was the one spluttering. You giggled, watching him shake his head at you in mock disappointment.

“Y/N. I thought you were better than that.”

Legolas moved as if to lunge at you and dunk you again, but before he could you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, hooking your legs around his waist and clinging on. He started, but grabbed your thighs to support you and leaned closer, kissing you.

You lost yourselves in each other for a moment. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, one of his hands under your thigh, holding you up as the other stroked your bare back and you silently thanked whatever had made you decide to wear a backless bathing suit. You broke apart, before pressing a trail of kisses down his jawline, so focused on Legolas and only Legolas and his soft breath mingling with yours that you didn’t notice when he started to tip over.

All you had time for was a shout of, “LEGOLA-” before you fell underwater together.

You came up laughing, him blushing.

“Oops.”

“Oops? Oops?! Y/N, we fell over in the ocean because I was too focused on kissing you and not on the fact that there are waves in the ocean, and all you have to say is oops? It’s super embarrassing!”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “It’s not embarrassing, you doofus, we’re in love! And besides, it seems like an oops sort of situation.”

His face lightened and you smiled at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before breaking away.

You dashed towards the beach, hearing Legolas’s confused sound of disappointment that the kiss hadn’t gone any further behind you.

“I call the potato chips!”

“Y/N, you can’t call the potato chips, potato chips are fair game to everyone and you cannot deny me potato chips on the grounds of ‘you called them first-”

It was annoying how he never got out of breath while running, even sprinting so fast that he was gaining on you very quickly. You groaned in frustration as, catching up with you, he scooped you up and continued running, reaching the towels and plopping you onto one while he went straight for the chips.

“Share please?”

Legolas smiled at you and sat next to you on the towel, holding out the chips for you to take a handful.

Later, as the sunset cast the sky in pink and orange, you held Legolas’ hand as you walked down the beach. You stopped and turned to face him.

“Thank you for the best day.”

He smiled. “Look at the sunset.”

You turned, marveling at the light it cast over the still water. When you looked back at your boyfriend, he was bent on one knee in front of you.

You gasped.

Legolas reached out for your hand, grasping it in his as the other went into his pocket and pulled out a box.

“Y/N. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and probably on some level have loved you forever. Your soul sparked something in mine and continues to feed that flame every day and I’m not sure what I would do without it. I adore your smile, your laugh, the way you’re always up for anything. You make me want to be the best version of myself and encourage me towards that every single day.”

He stopped, for a moment, and you could see tears brimming in his eyes to match the ones in yours before he took a breath, opening the small box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen.

“I guess all this is to say that I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of our lives falling over in the ocean because we’re too busy kissing. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You gasped.

Legolas stood, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger, which it fit perfectly.

“I have one question.”

He looked at you, slightly concerned.

“Was that box in your pocket the whole day? Like, even when we were in the ocean?”

Legolas laughed, a hearty, relieved sound.

“Nope! I grabbed it from my bag when we went for this walk.”

You grinned. “Good. And I love you too.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your fiancee’s lips.

He quickly deepened it, hands in your hair, kissing you like this was the end of everything. Or the beginning of something new.

You stood there, entwined in each other, two silhouettes almost merging into one in the sunset.

Everything tag💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell

Legolas tag 🧝‍♂️: @from-patroclus-with-love @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

[band--psycho]

Band Psychos 1.5k Followers Bingo Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist for my 1.5k follower bingo challenge (thank you all again for the constant support ~ I love you all💛)

I also just wanna say a huge thank you to all of the people on this list who are taking part in my challenge, every single one of you is such a talented writer (and friend) and I am so excited to read the stories you come up with! (If you’re not already, go and follow these amazing authors!)💛

@hotdamnhunnam

Jax Teller (Jacques Telière) x Reader-Anarchy At The Masquerade(Masquerade Ball AU)

(Smut-Orgasm Denial)

Raymond Smith x Reader-Professor Smith(College AU)

Charlie Hunnam x Reader-You’re Wet, You’re Naked / Part 2 / Part 3(Losing A Bet)

Charlie Hunnam x Reader-Dirty Little Liar(Smut-Impact Play)

(”Give me a chance”)

(Smut-Roleplay)

(Past Lives AU)

(Enemies to Lovers)

@mrsnegan

Negan x Virign!Reader-Dirty Little Secret (Character x Virgin!Reader)

Negan x Reader-Movie Night (Movie Quote)

Negan x Reader-Pitch Black Impala (Smut-Dom/sub)

Negan x Reader-Calm Before The Storm(Cookies)

(Fluff)

(Roadtrip)

(”You were right”)

(Hospital AU)

(”I’m fine”)

@xbreezymeadowsx

Chibs Telford x Reader-Cheeky Chibby (rosy cheeks)

Drew McIntyre x Reader-Kilts And Leather Jackets (Leather Jacket)

(Dinner Date)

(“You can’t do this”)

(First Argument)

(Tattoo Shop AU)

(Messy Hair)

(Smut-Breath-Play)

Jon Kilpatrick x Reader-Not Good Enough(New Character)

@talsiaa

Sirius x Remus-Tattoo Shop AU (Tattoo Shop AU)

(Follower Prompt)

(Forbidden Love)

(Character Death)

(First Kiss)

Surprise Gift)

(“Come back”)

(Phobia)

(”Wait”)

@little-diable

(Love Triangle)

(Past Lives AU)

(Soulmate AU)

(Smut-Car Sex)

(”You left me”)

(Character Death)

(Lovers To Enemies)

(Sunrise)

(Amnesia)

@gryffindors-weasley

Ron Weasley x Reader-Paperbacks And Love Letters (Bookstore AU)

(Pillow Fort)

(Comfort)

(Character x Sick!Reader)

(Broken Glasses)

(Fantasy AU)

(”How did we get here?”)

Draco Malfoy x Reader-With You(Insomnia)

(An Old Flame)

@drabblewithfrannybarnes

(Fluffy Jumpers)

(Roommate AU)

(”You’re an asshole)

(1920s AU)

(Angst)

(An Old Flame)

(Roadtrip)

(Smut-One Night Stand)

(First Love)

@darthwheezely

(Music Fic)

(First House)

(Headcanon)

(”You owe me”)

(Accidental Marriage)

(First Love)

(Smut-Virtual Sex)

(Alternate Ending)

(The Morning After)

@flanagirl-Bingo Masterlist

Shepard x Reader-Revelation(Being Lost / Found)

Michaelangelo x Reader-Come Fly With Me(Fluff)

Cicero x Reader-Cold Coffee(Coffee Shop AU)

Kipling x Reader-Banana Brain(Smut-Rough Sex)

Markus x Reader-Rides-On The Storm(Kidnapped)

Michael Mack x Reader-Line Of Fire(Fake Dating)

Chibs Telford x Reader-Discipline(Dialogue Prompt)

Duncan Reed x Reader-Temporary Wings(Unrequited Love)

McClellen x Reader-Eye Of The Tiger(Movie Day / Lazy Day)

@heloisedaphnebrightmore

Ben Barnes x Reader-The Thief (Follower Prompt)

(Touch Starved)

Ron Weasley  x Reader-Honest Mistake(Drunken Confession)

(Rain)

(First Anniversary)

(”Let’s just stay in bed”)

Ben Barnes x Reader-Hopelessly In Love(Short Black Dress)

(Insomnia)

(Proposal)

@abadamn

(Crossover)]

(A Summer Romance)

(Blanket)

(Fantasy AU)

(Sunset)

(Headcanon)

(First Date)

(Wedding AU)

(”I’m scared”)

@xacatalepsyx

(Moodboard)

(Royal AU)

(1920s AU)

(Secret Relationship)

(Sunset)

(Enemies To Lovers)

(Online Friends AU)

(”Don’t go)

(Love Triangle)

@leah-halliwell92

(Lovers To Enemies)

(Sunset)

(“You’re not as quiet as you think you are”)

(College AU)

(Alternate Ending)

(Smut-Car Sex)

(Dinner Date)

(Broken Glasses)

(Short Black Dress)

@theweasleyslut

(”Why didn’t you tell me”)

(Music Fic)

(Stargazing)

(Roommate AU)

(Fluff)

First Date)

(First Child)

(Moodboard)

(Smut-Breeding Kink)

@impala1967dwinchester

Dean Winchester x Reader-What’s Left Behind (Scars)

Sam Winchester x Reader-Disney(Movie Quote)

(First Pet)

(Rain)

(Late Night Adventure)

(Fluffy Jumpers)

(First Child)

(Moodboard)

(“Stay with me”)

@elvish-sky

Legolas x Reader-The Best Day (Beach)

(Movie Quote)

(Alternate Ending)

(Moodboard)

(Being Lost / Found)

(“You can’t do this”)

(Mutual Pining)

(Reunited)

(Crime / Mafia AU)

@goddessofdawns

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Beautiful Loss (Character Death)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Sleepless Nights (Hot Chocolate)

Peter Parker x Reader-Don’t Go (Dialogue Prompt)

(Reunited)

(Mutual Pining)

(Royal AU)

(Unrequited Love)

Peter Parker x Reader-Revealed Secrets(Dialogue Prompt)

(The Morning After)

@smediumsmeatbae

(Flower Shop AU)

(Smut-Threesome)

(”Is that my t-shirt?”)

(Fake Dating)

(Cookies)

(Smut-Bondage / Restraints)

(Character x Virgin!Reader)

(Surprise Gift)

(Headcanon)

@outer-banks-bitches

Cisco Ramon x Reader-Early Mornings (Messy Hair)

(Bodyguard AU)

(Crossover)

(Enemies To Lovers)

(”I think I love you”)

(Losing A Bet)

(Hot Chocolate)

(Forbidden Lover)

(Love At First Sight)

@autumnleaves1991-blog

(Pillow Fort)

(Sunset)

(Smut)

(Past Lives AU)

(Friends To Lovers)

(Cookies)

(Amnesia)

(“You left me”)

(Crossover)

@may85

(Love Triangle)

(Music Fic) 

(Road Trip)

(Dinner Date)

(Smut-One Night Stand)

(Leather Jacket)

(”Is that my t-shirt?”)

(Alternate Ending)

(First Child)

[theoreticslut]

「 living a nightmare 」

aaron hotchner x fem reader

summary: sharing a room with your boss after a rough case is both torture and heaven.

requested: no 

word count: 3.3k

warnings: !!! - anxiety, depression, major anxiety attack, ptsd, flashbacks, sexual abuse/assault, psychologically & physically abusive relationship (past), mentions of prescription drugs, mentions of extreme bruising & weight loss, implied nudeness, potentially suggestive comments

a/n:hi hi hi! I wrote this for @band--psycho​‘s bingo challenge w/ the prompt “why didn’t you tell me?” I am rather proud of how this fic came out, but PLS pls pls read the warnings and read at your discretion. it hurt me to write this, and i don’t want to upset anyone who has lived a similar situation. just pls take caution and read what you can handle. I love you guys & hope you like this if you do read it ♥

All Aaron can do as he opens the hotel room door is take a much needed breath. This case was rough - not just in narrowing down the unsub, but in the entire nature of it. 

Between the nature of the kills, and the scare of one of his own - you - being this close to the unsub’s next victim, he is more than ready to give all of you a long weekend. 

He’s sure that none of you would disagree, especially when he can hear you sighing deeply to yourself behind him. Another small town means doubling up on rooms again - not that he’d complain though, not when he’s paired with you.

As unprofessional as it might be, he can’t deny the fact that he’s developed feelings for you. It’s no surprise when you’re all around amazing - not only are you supremely intelligent and look at things from different perspectives, but you’re kind, funny, charismatic, beautiful…You’re a wonder, and he can’t help but want to know you more than anyone else does.

“H-hey Hotch, is it alright if I steal the shower first?” You ask, stuttering slightly yet grabbing his attention nonetheless.

“Yeah, go ahead, y/n.” 

At your little nod and soft smile, a smile finds its place on his lips. He looks away before you can notice though, not wanting you to realize his little secret.

~.~

Digging through your go bag, you pull out everything you need for a shower - your toiletry bag, your hair brush, your lounge clothes….and your emergency bottle of anti-anxiety meds.

Grabbing everything, you head towards the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. As soon as the lock clicks in place you can’t help but let out a deep, shaky breath you’ve been holding since the unsub grabbed you. 

You can feel hot, heavy tears well up on your waterline, threatening to spill over at any second. As the tell-tale tightness in your throat that signals a sob builds, you quickly try to get the shower turned on to cover your sounds. Fumbling, you finally get the shower started just as you start to cry - the heavy pitter-patter of the shower head covering your choked out sob, still cautious that Hotch might hear you. 

The last thing you need is your boss - that you’re unfortunately attracted to - to hear you sobbing. You didn’t need him worrying or pulling you from the team. It’s not like you couldn’t handle this.

This being the onslaught of memories, or rather nightmares, you’ve so desperately tried forgetting. 

-:-

“Liam, p-please. I’ll stop whatever it is that’s got you like this. Just please, please don’t hurt me…”

-:-

You can’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks anymore, nor can you catch your breath as you choke on your sobs - pleading to god that Hotch doesn’t hear you. 

Undressing yourself with shaky hands, you lean on the counter as soon as you’re nude, staring at yourself through tear-filled eyes - your attention immediately drawn to all the places that were once covered in bruises week after week. 

It’s impossible to forget how ugly your body was at that time in your life - the way your skin was splotched in nearly every shade of the rainbow, the way you were visibly - and unhealthily - thin, not to mention the way your eyes - your entire soul - dimmed in despair.

Shaking your head, you try to rid your mind of that image - trying instead to see yourself as you are now. You are not that timid, little, helpless young-adult anymore. 

Taking a deep breath, albeit still shakily, you pop open the bottle of anxiety meds and place one in your mouth, turning the faucet on and bringing a cupped handful of water to your mouth to swallow it.

As soon as it’s down you can feel yourself able to breathe better. Sure, you’re still shaky - the meds don’t work that fast - but at least you know that you will be okay. 

The meds will help calm your heart rate, and thus your shaking; you’ll shower the feel of the unsub’s arms around you off; and you’ll go back out to your shared room with Hotch, who you’ve never felt anything but safe with. 

~.~

Having heard the water of the shower turn on, Aaron lets out a breath. He can’t believe how flustered you make him feel at times. He’s an adult for crying out loud, how do you get him feeling like a teen in love?

Sighing, he leans back in his bed, wracking his brain for anything he could do while he waits for the shower. 

Maybe he could order food? It’s been a rather long day and he’s not sure when the last time either of you ate was. The entire team had been rather preoccupied with the case.

Deciding that’s what he was going to do, he goes looking for the phone book most hotels/motels keep in their rooms. He might be old school in that way, but he figures that’s the best way to see what kind of food places are around - especially which ones deliver. It can’t be expected that he’ll just know what’s in each and every town they stay in.

Sighing when he doesn’t find it in either of the bedside table drawers, he clambers out of the bed to look in the dresser and desk drawers. He doesn’t get far though as he trips over a book as soon as he gets out of his bed.

Letting out a small grunt, he catches his balance before leaning down to pick up the small, soft-covered black book. As he flips it over he notices your beautiful hand-written name on the bottom right side of the cover. He figures it must be something that dropped out of your bag without you realizing. 

He’s just about to set it back with your stuff when he fumbles with it, nearly about to drop it, but catching it before he does. In the process, however, the book opens to a fully written-on page where a sentence catches his eye.

“It’s been another rough week.”

Stopping, he briefly glances over the page, realizing rather quickly it’s a journal - something he should definitely not be reading.

He can’t help himself though, some unconscious curiosity needing to finish what it started.

“It’s been another rough week. The few cases we covered at work were relatively simple, it’s just been a lot of paperwork, but I’ve been laying awake each night not able to expel the memories from my mind.”

What memories? As far as Hotch is aware, you haven’t had anything too traumatic happen. At least nothing that made it into your file or happened on the job. 

“I can’t get his face to leave - it’s all I see when I close my eyes at night. It’s him and his terrifyingly malicious smile. How did I ever miss that? Had he truly been a completely different person when I met him? It’s been so long now, I’m truly not sure. All I know is how he scared me day in and day out.”

“It’s not fair that I live with these nightmares when he probably doesn’t even remember my face - let alone my name - even though we were dating for 3 years.”

Aaron can’t get his mind around what this entry is hinting at. You couldn’t have been in an abusive relationship without anyone on the team realizing, right? Surely one of them would have picked up on some small action of yours when something rough happened.

Thinking back on all the time that’s passed since you joined the team - a full 6 years - nothing pops out at him. Sure you’ve always been better at the cases involving domestic abuse and sexual assault. You’ve never had a problem getting the victims - whether male or female - to trust you and open up, but he always figured that was just because you’ve got such a trusting, a welcoming, a warm personality.

Had it really been because you fully understood, and connected, with them?

Aaron had been so lost in his thoughts that he never even heard the shower stop, nor did he hear the door click as you unlocked and opened it. It’s not until your small voice calls his name that he realizes how lost he had been.

~.~

“Hotch?” You question, voice wavering slightly as you can’t help but worry about the book in his hands.

When he jumps at your voice, however, your suspicions are confirmed and you can’t help but drop your head. You really didn’t need him to know anything about how damaged you really were. You’re not sure you’d know what to do if he benched you - or worse - kicked you off the team.

“Y-y/n…y-your notebook was on the floor.” 

You can’t help but sigh as he hands you your journal. You know that he’s read some of it, and you know that he knows that you know he did. 

“I never meant to read it - I didn’t even read the entire page. I’m sorry that I even started.”

“I know, hotch. I know you wouldn’t read it just for the hell of it. I just -“ you have to stop to catch your racing thoughts. Even though you’re sure he’s bound to do so, you have to ask. 

“Please don’t bench me or kick me from the team. I’ve done well for this long, haven’t I?”

“You’ve done amazing, y/n. I-I…why would I bench you? Or kick you from the team?” 

At his confused tone, you look up at his expression to find the same bewilderment you heard in his voice.

“Y-you wouldn’t bench me for having issues?” 

“No? Y/n, we all - everyone on this team - we all have issues…”

~.~

At your clear confusion, Aaron can’t help but be confused. Why would you ever think that he’d bench you? He has no reason to.

Finally taking a moment to look you over, he realizes just how tired and defeated you look. Between the way you carry yourself, and your eyes - your eyes are red and slightly puffy as if you’ve been crying…

“H-have you been crying?” He asks, voice soft as he can’t stop the rush of worry.

He doesn’t want to think that you’ve been crying in the shower while he was literally feet away.

~.~

With Hotch’s question, you stop, letting out a breath as the entire atmosphere of the interaction changes.

“N-no.” You stammer, trying your hardest to appear convincing, but you can’t help the slight drop of your head. 

You can’t look at him; you know he’ll be able to call you out on it if he sees your face. That is if he hasn’t already read you.

“Don’t lie to me. Please. What happened today, with the unsub, that was terrifying. You have every right to-“

“I wasn’t crying, Hotch…” You interrupt. 

“Y/n-“

“I’m fine, hotch. Please. Can we just…ignore all of this?”

“You know I can’t.” He states and you can’t help but chuckle dryly, defeated.

“I know.”

You can’t stop the hefty sigh you let out, all fight in your body leaving you as you physically deflate - shoulders dropping, head dropping, even your legs going out as you sit on the edge of your bed.

A moment passes where neither of you speak - you too worn out to know where to start and Aaron too confused, and slightly pained, to want to push it.

With a careful step towards you, however, he breaks the tension.

“What’s going on, y/n? What can I do to help?”

“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, hotch. I’m just…broken.” You sigh, anxiously wringing your hands together.

“You’re not, and there’s no need to be formal right now. I think this is the furthest from formal you could get.” He tries to joke, making you smile only slightly as he takes a seat in his bed across from you.

“Alright…Aaron, y-you saw my journal and I know I mention it enough in there that it’s more than likely you saw it.”

“I want to hear it from you, though. If you want to, I mean. You’re the one to decide whether you trust me with your past.” 

“Thank you…I-I don’t really like to talk about it, but I do…trust…you with it.” You start, taking a deep breath as you feel his eyes on you while you anxious play with your hands.

~.~

Aaron can’t help himself as he reaches out to place a hand over yours - the ones you can’t stop moving in your anxiety.

As his hand covers the both of yours, he can feel you immediately relax, watching you let out a breath you’d apparently been holding without realizing it.

“Just out of high school, I was dating this guy…h-he was - amazing. He was kind, he was confident, he was straightforward…h-he made me feel special. H-he, uh, he didn’t stay like that for long…” you start, and Aaron can’t help but notice your leg start bouncing as he still covers your hands.

“I don’t know how I fell for it, but he…he manipulated me and made me believe it was just him and I. I don’t know, maybe it was just that I was so in love with him that I would’ve done - and did do - anything he asked of me.”

“I-I didn’t really have any friends in high school, and when I started college that same year, I purposefully drove people away because I knew he wouldn’t like them.”

“I isolated myself until it was literally only him in my life. Th-that’s when he really changed, I guess. I-I don’t really know because He still seemed like the guy I fell in love with. I was blind, I guess.”

Aaron watches as you shake your head, and he can practically read in your mind that you’re telling yourself to get back on track.

“Anyways, before long he started using me for anything…a-and everything, h-he wanted. If he wanted someone to hit upon, he came to me. If he wanted someone to…kiss on, h-he came to me.” 

He can hear you choke on your words and he’s immediately squeezing your hands in his, trying to catch your eye to convey that it’s okay - that you’re safe.

“He raped you?” 

Watching you nod and choke on tears, Aaron can’t stop his heart from breaking and his blood from boiling at the same time.

“Too many times.” You croak out and that does it for him.

Before he realizes it, he’s pulling you over to him - in between his legs - and wrapping his arms around you. 

“I’m so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” 

~.~

As soon as you register Aaron’s words and that you’re in his arms, the tears start all over again. You’ve never talked to anyone about this before, aside from your therapist you’ve had on and off for years now. Your own family doesn’t even know what had happened to you.

“He hurt me so much, hotch. A-and everything today…it just brought everything back to me. The way th-the unsub handled me - pushing me around, hitting me…threatening me. It was too much like him.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I promise, y/n. You’re safe now, though. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe…”

You can’t help but chuckle at his words, not having anyone say that to you before and mean it so sincerely. 

“h-hotch…Aaron, thank you.” 

“Of course.” He murmurs, pulling back to look at you as your tears slowly start to dry up. 

He can’t help but think how beautiful you are, even after crying your eyes out - not that you’re aware of his thoughts.

Another few moments pass between the two of you as you slowly stop crying altogether. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Aaron asks, not able to stop the nagging question from slipping out.

“I didn’t want you to look at me any differently. Not as a teammate…or a friend.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I-I like you, hotch…even though it’s completely unprofessional. I like you and I don’t want you to pity me or disregard me because I-I’m a bit broken…”

~.~

Aaron can’t stop the smile that grows on his face as his brain short circuits a little. You like him? Like he likes you?

“You like me?”

He can see you pale as you’re looking down at the floor, nowhere near his eyes.

“Yeah…a-and I understand that it’s completely unprofessional and if you need to transfer me because of it. I know it’s wrong to like my boss, but-“

“Hey.” He interrupts, effectively stalling you in your tracks as you cautiously look at him.

“It may be unprofessional, but I don’t really care right now. I like you, too, y/n.”

Watching as you flounder to form thoughts, he simply chuckles and pulls you a bit closer to him.

“I like you, y/n, and nothing could make me pity you or look at you as anything less than what you currently are. You’re stunning, and I feel pretty lucky that I’m the one you decided to share your past with.”

“You really like me, too?” You stammer, apparently still not having processed his words and he just chuckles, nodding.

“I do. I like you a lot, but I think if this is going to work out, you’re going to have to get used to calling me by my name.” He teases, smiling as you nod, still seeming dazed.

“I do call you by your n-“

“Aaron, not hotch. I like hearing my name coming from you.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Even if it is when you’re poking fun at me.” He admits, smirking and cocking a brow as he references all the times you’ve been talking with the team - thinking that he can’t hear you - mocking his dry, work-hard boss persona.

“Mm, Aaron Hotchner does have other sides to him then.” You tease, understanding exactly what he was talking about.

“I do, and I’d be happy to show them to you.” 

“I’d like that, Aaron. And thank you - for understanding, and not pitying me.”

“What you went through is terrible, and I will forever be sorry it happened to you, but I’ve seen just how strong that has made you - even if you do have some rough days with it.” He smiles.

“What do you mean ‘how strong it’s made me’?”

“Any case we’ve worked that involves sexual assault or domestic abuse, you’re the one that the victims trust and open up to.” He states, holding you in place with his hands on your hips as he looks up at you.

“You use the pain that you went through to relate to them and they see that. They know that you understand them without having any judgment.”

He can see you shy away at his words and he can’t stop the smile that brings to him. He’d spend - and is going to spend - the rest of his life to make you aware of how naturally amazing you are.

“Without you, it’d take us so much longer to solve them.”

“I just like that I can help them know that they’re not alone.” You admit, and he smiles.

“I can tell, and that’s just another thing that makes me like you.”

Noticing the blush that rises to your cheeks, he chuckles and pulls you closer to him, practically pulling you into the bed with him - pulling a small squeal from you.

“Lay with me, will you? I was going to order us food before I stumbled on your journal, but right now I’d much rather hold you, if that’s okay?”

“It’s more than okay, ho-Aaron.” You say, correcting yourself mid sentence and he can’t help the warmth that spreads in his chest.

“Could you order food now, though? We can cuddle while we wait for it, it’s just been an emotional day and I’m hungry.” 

He watches you pout and can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you are. For having such a rough case, he has to admit that it ended rather nicely.

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Hopelessly in love [Ben Barnes x Reader]

Title: Hopelessly in love Pairing: Ben Barnes x Female!Reader Word count: 1.3k Published: 16 April 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: I literally finished this 5 minutes ago and I was not supposed to be posting anything today as per my schedule, but hey, let's be spontaneous :D Also you know how I usually dislike my writing, but I love the process of writing? Screw that, I love this xD Warning: Food, alcohol Summary: It seems you only need a short black dress to distract Ben's attention. Even though you are supposed to be keeping your relationship a secret, he can't keep a distance from you, so he decides to "kidnap" you. Bingo: [x] [x] This is part of my Make me feel Bingo Card by @girl-next-door-writes and Band–psychos 1.5k Followers Bingo Card by @band–psycho

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“You know your dress is rather distracting, right?” Ben appeared besides you, placing his hand on your lower back, clearly trying to look anywhere but you. Seeing him after weeks of missing his touch on your skin, his soothing voice shooing away any of your worries made you feel content. His awkward state caused a silent giggle to leave your lips, enjoying his attention even though he tried to make it less obvious.

Standing beside a table, you were simply munching on some cake, trying to distract yourself from having to converse with others. You loved these galas, but you weren’t in the mood to talk to people. Ben was, of course, different. It’s been months since you have been going out in secret, trying to keep it quiet from all the hungry paparazzis, but it seemed your short and tight black dress broke something in him. Even though he was supposed to keep a distance from you, he couldn’t stay away.

“Does that bother you?” You asked with a cheeky smile, your skin burning under his touch. He has been away for 2 weeks and from the airport he quickly hurried over to the gala, he couldn’t even hold you in his embrace for a mere second before you had to appear in public.

“Not in the slightest, but it’s fairly hard to concentrate on anything else besides you,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, earning an even wider grin from you. “I find it hard to maintain a distance,” he murmured under his breath, careful not to reveal your relationship to anyone lingering around. He lifted his glass of wine to his lips, taking a sip of the beverage.

“Would you prefer if I didn’t wear anything?” You whispered, leaning closer to his ear, your lips barely touching his skin. The drink must have gone down the wrong pipe as he started coughing heavily, whilst you tried to gently pat his back to help him. Although you felt bad for playing with him, you couldn’t stop a low, devilish chuckle to escape your lungs.

“You’re not making it easy on me tonight, are you?” He asked, finally recovering from his earlier incident.

“Well, I certainly didn’t plan on killing you, if that makes you feel any better,” you chuckled, placing your hand on his biceps, gazing up at him with your most innocent expression.

“Don’t even try to distract me. I know that look better than you think,” he scolded you playfully, knowing you enough to realise your little tricks. “It was a close call and it’s all your fault,” he replied with a humorous tone whilst shaking his head.

“To be completely honest, it wasn’t my fault,” you replied, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. “You initiated the conversation to begin with,” you replied with a proud smirk.

“So, that’s the way we will go about it, huh? Just wait until we get home,” he warned you with a mischievous smile across his face, his eyes darker than ever, a newfound passionate flame burning in them, watching your every move like a panther ready to pounce on his prey. You weren’t sure for how long you could keep eye contact, your heart was about to escape your ribcage, your lips dried out from your heavy breathing. You quickly looked away, trying to escape the effects he had on you, your cheeks flushed from his eager eyes. “I feel like I won this round,” he chuckled happily, earning a deadly gaze from you.

“Not funny, Barnes,” you hissed, disappointed in yourself for letting him have such power over you.

“Barnes?” He asked, his eyes wide open, clearly stunned by your reaction.

“I don’t like you now,” you huffed, pouting, causing a loud laughter to leave his lungs, turning a couple of heads in your direction, multiple pairs of curious eyes landing on him. But he didn’t seem to mind. Your scraped pride entertained him way too much for your liking.

“As if you could control your feelings,” he chuckled as he placed his suit jacket over your shoulder and rested his hand on the small of your back, leading you out to the balcony. “Did I hurt your little pride?” He asked with a mischievous grin across his face, clearly happy with himself.

“Huh, as if,” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest, enhancing your cleavage under the black, mesh fabric covering your upper body. There was a few seconds of silence from Ben, even though you expected him to come back with a witty comment just like he did most of the time, but he didn’t. Instead, he was looking around as if he was searching for something. “What are you doing?” You asked, frowning at his fidgeting, acting slightly awkward.

“Nothing,” he replied as he looked around the balcony, then his eyes turned to the grand stairs leading down to the garden in front of the terrace, filled with beautiful flowers, gigantic foreign trees and fairy lights decorating the surrounding area. A small smile appeared on Ben’s face, before he turned to you and got hold of your hand, linking your fingers, leading you down the stairs.

“Where are we going?” You asked curiously, but you followed him anyway, regardless of his lack of reply. As you arrived at the bottom of the stairs he looked around, searching for wherever he was taking you. “Are you trying to kidnap me?” You asked with a suspicious gaze, squinting at the man in front of you.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” He laughed at your absurd idea as he started gently pulling you after himself, before he halted under the balcony, leaning his back against the wall and pulling you to his chest, causing you to clumsily fall against him, balancing yourself with your hands on his chest.

“Is this where you will kill me? Hidden away from all the witnesses?” You asked giggling, earning an eye roll from Ben.

“As if I could ever lay a hand on you,” he replied, sneaking an arm around your waist under his jacket, his free hand cupping your cheek, stroking your skin gently. You tilted your head into his palm, enjoying his warm touch, finally being able to feel him against you. Lifting your arms, you wrapped them around his neck and stood on your tiptoes, connecting your lips. You missed his lips against yours, his arms around your body making you feel safe and comfortable, his chest heavily rising and falling in your presence, his heart beating in a fast pace against your chest, his pulse quickening under your touch. Even though he had a certain effect on you, he was just as captured by your presence. Both of you desperately needed each other more and more, regardless of how close you already were physically.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his lips as you lowered yourself to the ground.

“I missed you too. I hate that I couldn’t catch you earlier,” he shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Well, you are doing quite alright now. Being all desperate to hide away with me,” you wiggled your brows playfully.

“It’s hard to say no to you. You could be wearing a simple pyjama and I would still feel like a foolish little child, trying to stay close to you,” he smiled softly, watching you with an endearing gaze.

“Your standards are very low, Mr. Barnes,” you snorted at his absurd idea, causing him to chuckle.

“No, they are not. I just can’t get enough of you,” he replied, attaching his lips to your once again, enjoying your body in his arms, your light perfume surrounding him, your gentle touch through his thin shirt. Although he never actually said it out loud, he knew he was crazy for you. A small smile of yours, a soft giggle leaving your lungs, a soft touch of yours on his body was worth more than he ever dared to admit. He was utterly and hopelessly in love with you.

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The Pick-Up Line

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of Jax having a big crush on the reader, who is Abel’s daycare teacher, and finally getting his chance with her! This fic is also my next entry for @band--psycho’s Bingo Challenge!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, good teacher falling for that bad cock, sex in a daycare center but obvi ain’t no kids around when you actually fuck Request: This anon request Bingo Square Filled: “Give me a chance”

Word Count: ~1.8k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

He’s good when he’s looking at you.

Eyes shine a different kind of blue. Blaze bright and new. As if the picture of your face, caught in the mirror of his gaze, colors his world another hue. As if he’s lived his life a lie and suddenly something is true.

Here alone with him now, you think of all the times you had forgotten just how bad he was supposed to be somehow. The countless days he’d ride on through. As if it really was that easy breaking free from all the crime in the rearview. 

Smile so warm, taking his son up in his arms. Sorry for always running late, making you wait. Not knowing you would wait forever till he comes. You’d shoot the shit, for a few minutes—just a few—and you’d feel more connected to this criminal than anyone respectable who’d ever wasted hours boring you out of your mind on a blind date.

Jax wasn’t always as he is. In those blue eyes of his, to you an open book, are written all the roads he never took, and all the chances that he missed. The talk is small; he doesn’t speak of that at all. But bares his soul with just a look. You wonder often just how different it’d have been if you had met before all this. Been young and innocent when you gave him a chance. Saved the last dance. Shared your first kiss.

You reminisce. It never happened yet it feels like in some other life it did, because the dream is so damn vivid, that you may as well have lived it. Any memory is only worth the way it makes you feel. And this feels real. And so it is.

Give me a chance, he’d asked.

You’ll give him more than that. You’ll give him all the chances that he never had. Without a backward glance, you’ll hold his heart within your hands and take him down the many roads he thought he’d passed—take them at last and take them fast—until the good outruns the bad.

Jax came today to pick you up. But he’s the one who’s fallen down, beneath the dead weight of his crown. His broken club. The loss of love that turned his life around. And you don’t need a pick-up line to lift him up off of the ground.

You don’t need anything; his heart is lifting, living just to take the chance you’re giving. Lost for years and now he’s finally fucking found.

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It just so happens that you’re in a daycare center, in this first real heartfelt moment that you and Jax Teller get to share together. Fucking daycare. Toddler-scrawled sketches adorn the walls and toys are scattered everywhere. Just outside the wide glass window is a little kiddie playground.

Standing right beside a table where you teach these little kids including Abel and it’s maybe not the best surface for Jax to claim your cunt as his to pound—

The raspy rumble of his voice cuts in, all of a sudden; you almost let out a slutty little whimper at the sound. “Guess this is when I ask to take you out to dinner?”

Swoon. He’s still all anxious and uneasy like you’re not already wrapped around his finger. Like you’re not already ruined. Still has no clue what he’s doing. He’s so cute it’s fucking rude but all the thoughts you’re having are so fucking lewd and you’re a total fucking sinner... 

“So is that a yes?” again he interrupts your train of thought, because you haven’t said a word after he poured his nervous heart out of his chest. Of course this piece of shit can take a wild guess. He’s usually too confident to ask for reassurances, and yet with you he’s not. “Or something else getting you hot?”

Ugh God. You’re too aroused to even nod. Even when he’s so shy around you, Jax is still a cocky son of a bitch too. The smug smirk tugging on his sinfully pink lips has your guts tangled up in knots. You’re struggling to summon all the little self-restraint you’ve got.

You want to grab his kutte and beg this man to fuck you like a slut but not when you’re surrounded by a sea of toys for tots.

“Why don’t you take me to your office,” Jax suggests, reading your mind as if your thought process is so painfully obvious. It probably is. “Away from all of... this.”

Oh. Oh yes, that would be best. You should’ve thought of that before. You were too busy heavy breathing like a whore. Still riding high off of the feelings he’d confessed. “Y-yes!”

He made you stutter, and that makes the motherfucker smile smooth and slick as butter. “Oh, she speaks,” he chuckles.

Fuck, you’re weak. He catches you as your knees buckle.

And the touch of those big hands against your sides through the thin fabric of your dress has you a motherfucking mess.

Now he can tell exactly how badly you want him and he doesn’t have to guess. Just like your heart your body screams a wild yes.

Thankfully your office is close by and the door is open; Jax quickly flings it shut behind him as you guide him in and shove him up against the wall because you need to have him right this fucking moment. Crash your lips hard against his. Both seeing stars at the first kiss. It’s even more than you were hoping.

Through the fireworks, your breath escapes you in a downright pornographic moan of bliss, and you can feel his luscious lips curve in a smirk. Ugh, what a cocky little jerk.

He’s getting off on the effect that he so clearly has on you and you wish you could hate this idiot for being such an asshole. But you don’t hate it at all. You love the way you’re falling hard ‘cause you know he’ll be there to catch you when you fall.

As heavenly as it feels with your body pressing his into the wall, true heaven would be in submitting to this man so beautiful and big and tall. Jax really digs the fact that you made the first move and took control. But he can read your mind and all your body’s signals; he can tell for you that level of aggression is unusual.

Knows you’d rather have him use you as his filthy little fuckdoll.

So, next thing you know, you’re spread out on your office desk, and Jax Teller is literally ripping off your dress. You hear it rip; that’s how he strips. Fabric in shreds. Surely instead, he could’ve simply pushed it up your hips, to reach into your wetness. Could’ve pulled it down your shoulders to get his hands on your breasts. He could’ve done a lot of things, but he’s a motherfucking monster of a king, and this is how he does it best.

He’s just as quick with your lace underwear and bra because he needs you all undressed. It’s really not fair that you’re naked now while he’s still in his jeans and tee and hoodie and that goddamn leather vest. The kutte is hot as hell, a whole kink in itself, but you’ve spent countless nights alone dreaming of witnessing his godliness. Having him here with you clothed like this is torture to be honest—

Yet as ever Jackson Teller reads your mind and in a few seconds his leather and his other layers end up on the floor, his icy blue gaze locked on yours, now as you finally set your eyes upon the bare skin of his broad shoulders and chiseled abs and sculpted chest...

This absolute god of a man standing before you—you cannot believe he has it bad for you. For such a while he’s been harboring a big huge crush on you and now at last he is about to fuck you and you’ve never felt so blessed.

Jax bends down over you to kiss your parted lips, the both of you so breathless. One of his hands works his belt and jeans to slide them down his hips, grinding his denim-covered crotch against your pussy as it drips; his other hand squeezes the soft flesh of your tits in an affectionate caress. 

Yes, there’s affection even in the midst of all of this aggression. Tenderness to all the tension. Purity powering through this primal passion.

You’re so much more than just another fuck for Jackson. Sure, there’s that feral attraction. But he sees far past the surface, just as you have always seen through his; he wants to fucking do this. You deserve this, nothing less. Having you gives him hope of some kind of a chance at happiness, and even if he only ever gets a fraction... even that’s more than he’d ever dreamt of asking. More than enough, ‘cause he can see himself falling in fucking love, and every second in your presence is perfection.

Jax is perfection to you too—you see your future in that gaze of blazing blue—you really do—but right now all that you can think about is how you want to build your whole damn future on his huge fucking erection.

He’s still passionately kissing you; you want him to continue. Yet now that his cock has been set free from his jeans, you feel the length and girth of it against your skin and it’s obscene. You can’t survive another instant on this earth without that massive dick in you.

You want to suck it and he wants to eat you out. Thankfully you can spend the rest of your lives going down on one another every night, but now you simply need to fuck it and your man is here to give it to you right, no fucking doubt.

He pulls back from the kiss for just a second now to catch his breath. Align the head of his dick with your soaking wetness, just before he rails your juicy cunt to death. Seeking your wide eyes for that sacred yes. No hope of speaking when you’re such a fucking mess. Your hands have found your way down to the firm globes of his ass to pull him in right where you want him so he doesn’t have to guess.

And when he enters—when he enters—hoooly fuck it feels like all the host of heaven and the heat of hell at once have come to bless and curse this humble little daycare center.

Your fate is sealed then as a fucking whore for Jax Teller and you will gladly fill this role forever. Hope and pray that you’ll be spending all your fucking lives together.

The sex—the love—it fucking wrecks, the way it’s rough and yet so soft. So good it’s bad. The best and worst you’ve ever had.

He didn’t need a line to pick you up at all. The hope of love, sent from the fucking stars above, lifts you both up higher the harder that you fall.

The hope of love... and the hope of spending forever with Jax Teller as his filthy little fuckdoll.

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Drunk

[Here's the next part of @band--psycho's Bingo Challenge. Fasten your seat belts, there's some drama and smut coming your way. 😉]

Summary: The reader tries to distract herself from thinking about Negan, but things take a different turn.

Square: I'm fine

Warnings: being drunk, touchy guy, angst, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

Part 1: Dirty Little Secret

Part 2: Movie Night

Part 3: Pitch Black Impala

Part 4: Calm Before The Storm

Part 5: When It All Comes Crashing Down

Part 6: Aftermath

The music is too loud in your ears, but you kind of like the beat vibrating through your body. It drowns out your heartache. Well, maybe it is the Tequila burning your throat which makes you feel good too. Light-headed. Light-hearted.

Some of your newest friends dragged you into this bar not far away from campus, to party a bit, to make sure you didn't lock yourself into your room in your free time. They don't know what happened three months ago. But they noticed your lack of enthusiasm, your tired and sad eyes, your broken heart. So they did everything in their power to distract you from whatever misery you went through. You are thankful for them, you really are.

Since your horrible roadtrip with Negan and Celia, you haven't talked to any of them. Celia is treating you with silence, not a single word from her since she walked in on Negan and you. You can't blame her, you definitely deserve to be ignored. Negan, on the other hand, tried to reach out to you several times during the last months. He called, he wrote, he left voicemail messages, though you didn't answer or called back. How could you? There has to be a hard cut in order to cleanse your soul or whatever your mind comes up with to feel less than trash.

You sigh and gulp down another shot before you notice a decent-looking guy approaching you. At first, you want to roll your eyes and disappear into the night, but then you see him smile kindly and decide to give it a try.

He invites you for a drink, smalltalk and compliments follow soon after. The guy named Richard is a nice distraction, attractive too. You practically bath in the attention he showers you with and with enough liquid courage, you even say yes when he asks you to dance a bit.

Your feet don't cooperate well with your mind, Richard doesn't mind though. He sweeps you around, pressing you against his warm body. The dance floor is crowded, almost too much for your liking, but the dizziness of being drunk makes everything seem okay for you. Even when Richard's hands keep wandering down your spine, you don't push him away, too caught up in your state of blissful carelessness.

Just when his hands reach for your butt, you feel another person bumping into him so you have to let go to not crash to the floor.

"Dude, what the hell?" Richard exclaims annoyed. The moment you register who disturbed your dancing, your blood freezes in your veins

"She's drunk, asshole. You don't take advantage of girls being drunk, that's not fucking cool."

"And that's what? Your problem? You her dad or what?"

Negan laughs bitterly, pushing you behind himself some more to bring you out of the focus.

"Yeah, it's my problem and no, I'm not. But I will protect her anyhow. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight." His deep voice beams over the loud music, his eyes hard and determined to do everything in his power to keep this boy away from you.

"Whatever man", Richard says, turning away to leave for the bar.

As Negan turns around to you, your glassy eyes scan his face involuntarily. He still looks attractive and manly, though is beard seems to be longer, more unkempt. His gaze lingers at you, hard and unyielding. You can spot the underlying tenderness, his affection towards you, but he looks tired, sad and angry at the same time.

"Thanks for nothing", you mumble after long moments of silence, turning away on your heels to get away from the situation. Heart hammering in your chest uncontrollably, you head for the restrooms.

Just as you let the door close behind you, you hear it being opened again, Negan sneaking in.

"What the hell? You shouldn't be in here", you tell him bluntly, turning away to find leverage on the sink.

"You should thank me for showing this asshole his boundaries. No one should be touching you like this."

"And why not?"

"Because you're drunk and...you're not fine."

"How can you tell, hm? I'm fine, Negan, I really am." Your voice sounds steadier in your head than in reality, giving away your drunken self.

"No, you're not", Negan answers tiredly, taking first one, then two steps in your direction.

"I can tell, because I'm not fine either. I've missed you", he confesses to you, making you whip around to face him again.

"Just...don't."

"Don't what? Talk to you, take care of you? I won't let guys like him take advantage of you. No fucking way."

You look at him for a long time, breathing ragged, heart still pounding wildly.

"How did you even know I'm here?"

"I didn't. I just came here for a beer and saw you dancing with that...idiot. I immediately knew I should step the fuck up. I can't..."

"Can't what?"

Negan takes another step towards you, coming to a halt right in front of your face. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent you longed for so long, it nearly makes you tear up.

"I can't forget you. I can't let you get hurt."

"I'm already hurt, damn it", you respond furiously, pushing him away, so he stumbles back again.

"Do you think I ain't hurt? Shit, I'm in..."

You storm past him, though he grabs your wrist, his grip as gentle as possible, and turns you around to him again.

Your reaction follows suit as you slap him across his face hard.

He winces visibly, but doesn't let go, staring at you determined to prove his point. His lips come crashing down onto yours only a few heartbeats later while he drives you back against the wall beside the door.

You moan into his mouth, unable to push him away, this time not because of being drunk, but because you long for him still, his kiss intoxicating.

His hands push your skirt up and your panties to the side, finding you already slick and ready for him.

You groan at his touch, fumbling with his belt and freeing his half-hard member. It doesn't take long for you to stroke him to his full glory and when he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, you both moan in union.

Negan sets a fast pace, wrapping your right leg around his hips to drive into you with more force.

While words fail you, the kisses both of you share tell everything you need to know. Three long months without him has made you go insane, him too, and as angry as you still are about the whole situation, about betraying your best friend, you've also missed him so much.

"Shit, princess..." Negan moans against your neck, fucking you senseless with just a few thrusts, filling you completely.

You feel the familiar high approach faster than usual, falling apart in his arms as soon as his fingers rub your clit.

Negan pulls out as an reaction to your walls tightly milking him, shooting his release against your thighs, your name tumbling from his lips like a prayer.

The both of you pant heavily, still clinging to each other's bodies.

"This...this doesn't change anything", you whisper out of breath, your lips connecting with his in another passionate kiss.

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"This changes everything", he holds against it, nipping at your lower lip. "Because I love you."

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Part 8: Feels Like Home

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[darthwheezely]

the weasley twins dating an artist hcs!

this was requested long ago by @lilypad-55449 ! i really loved

pairing: either of the twins x artist!fem!reader

warnings: some cussing probably, mentions of sex/sexual activity

a/n: the reader is non house specific but she seems like a ravenclaw. idk why. and this is ALSO an entry for @band--psycho ‘s bingo card challenge - the space is “headcanon!”

hogwarts is lowkey a very small school

like. it’s kind of uncomfortable how everybody is just 100% all knowing of everybody else’s shit

sweet home alabama much, wizarding community? anyways

so when you, a new student, and a visual artist to boot comes to the school

the twins are like automatically on top of your shit

“Have you guys met the new girl yet?” Cho asked, from across the table, passing a bowl of oatmeal to Angelina. The twins looked up and blinked in solid confusion.

“What?”

“Yeah, she just moved here - her drawings are bloody amazing!” Angelina started. “Godric, I know, she did an entire still life of McGonagall in like, ten minutes and was the most detailed thing I’ve literally ever seen.” Alicia finished.

so the twins just kinda look at each other and-

“you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Georgie?”

“ohhh, Fred, I most certainly am >:)”

so they immediately excuse themselves from the table to seek out this new gifted woman

and-

“blimey, freddie look at that” George breathes out

because there you are painting a magically wonderful mural in the courtyard

your uniform is thoroughly covered in oil pastels and paints

(your face too)

“oh! hello!” you call out to them

these men are

✨immediately whipped✨

if you go with pursuing Fred, this man is 100% demanding you draw/paint/sculpt him all the damn time

“you ever work with nude models, love? ;)”

he will be reLENTLESS with his flirting

he also probably calls you his mona lisa

which you kind of have to explain that she lowkey didn’t smile so while it was cute, he did miss the mark a WEE bit

so he immediately packs the nickname up and goes-

“well, seeing as you sprung forth from nothing short of sea foam, why don’t I call you my little Venus and make me your Mars?”

you oil pastel him ✨bare ass naked✨ and after it’s done let’s just say he paints you-

SWOONSWOONSWOONSWOONSWOONSWOON-

if you go with king george: he is nothing but subtle fluff

fred is overtly trying to get you flustered while george is ✨taking his pretty sweet time✨

he watches the movie Ghost for the pottery scene

you know what I’m talking about

so if you’re sitting there making a bowl or something he’ll come up behind you and reenact the pottery scene

molding the clay with your hands under his BESTILL MY BEATING HEART-

“quite good with your hands, aren’t you darling?” he purrs in your ear

GODALMIGHTYTHISMAN

let’s just say he gets you all nice and moldable for him afterwards...

he also just loves watching you at your craft? IT’s?? So soothing?? For him??

the twins are also highly receptive to your frustrations

when they see you’re having a harder time with a specific project they tend to cling a bit to you, trying to solve your problem for you

you may lash out at them out of frustration but you ALWAYS feel awful afterwards and they forgive you every time

you eventually teach both of them how to either draw, sculpt, or paint

Fred’s actually fantastic at drawing

George is an AMAZING painter

through your mutual love of art

you ultimately form relationships with two of the most wonderful people you’ve ever known

and you wouldn’t change it for the world

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean x Y/n x Sam: Together at last

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader, Sam W. x Fem!Reader (No Winchest)

Pov: All

Warnings: A little angst, hurt/comfort, inner thoughts, fluff at the ending, a little description smut.

Summary: Sam and Dean come back to the bunker after a rather rough hunt all they want is their girl.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: This is the last square for @band--psycho 1.5k Followers Bingo Challenge. I can't honestly tell you how much fun I've had to create and writing these fics. @firefly-graphics for Dividers. All mistakes are mine.

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Taglist: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen

We'd been hunting for a long while, but this hunt. This one tops the cake for the most horrendous, horrible, making you sick sort of hunt. So many people had been murder because of the pair of Vetalas.

According to the lore, and what Sam had found in dad's journal. The Vetalas were nasty monsters. Well, all monsters are nasty, but these guys or girls hunt in pairs. So that they can capture their pry quicker.

When we got to the town, we immediately started our research. There had been killings happening for a straight week in the mountains not far from our motel. A campground laid there with more than six separate camping areas.

Sizeable space for a pair of monsters to stock up on dinner. Or to stock up on blood. Whatever the difference they were monsters, and they needed to be killed like last week.

The next day I sent Sam to the corner office and I check-up with the families. A group of campers had gone out, all kids from different families. According to Sam, the corner officers said that more than five pints of blood missing, puncture wounds on all of their necks.

And all I had gotten out of the families was that the group of kids was going for an end of years trip for graduation. Most of the families crying and wishing that they hadn't trusted their kids to go out for a trip with friends.

As I walked out of the last family's house a few sprinkles of rain were falling. The few droplets settling on baby's hood, but evaporating quickly due to her still being hot.

The rain always for the life of me reminds me of Y/n. The number of hunts we've gone and all a sudden when the sky opens up and lets loose, she runs out of the motels' door, no shoes on, and dances in the rain. Enjoying the way the droplets fall on her face.

Thinking of her, made me only wish that this was a more simple hunt. I shot a quick message to her.

> Hey, baby girl. We've got a case of Vetalas on our hands. It may take a few days to get home, and now it's raining. I just wanted to shot you a message because the rain reminded me of you. Love ya.

In return, I received a short message, but I know that it was filled with love.

> Hey, Captain. Just come home safe, I miss you a lot, oh and they'll be pie when you get home. Dang, I wish it was raining here. I love you too, babe.

Then it was off and back to the motel room. When I got back Sam was reading through some websites on his computer, and he had dad's journal out.

"So what's the method of ganking. I want to get home to Y/n and quickly as possible." I said to Sam sitting down across from him. He passed me a fast food bag, smelled like burgers, "So get this according to dad's journal the only way to kill vetalas is have a sliver knife, and apparently we've gotta twist it once. Oh, and it has to be in the heart." Sam said.

He continued to read through the short paragraph that was written in dad's handwriting. After years of dad having this book and now us, the corners of the book are starting to tear, and you can tell just how old this book is. This though has always been a helpful book in our hunting lives.

"Have you heard from Y/n today?" I asked Sam. He nodded quickly and then looked back up at me from his laptop. He shrugged his shoulders.

So let me explain, Sam and I are... we are... well I guess in a short of words sharing Y/n. I don't know how else to explain it, besides saying that both Sam and I have a relationship at the same time with her.

We came to this agreement after years of pining for her, and it doesn't help that we are always together. Staying in the bunker, or staying in crappy zero-star motels.

Y/n sort of just fell for the idea, I think she like both having us under her, or maybe it over her. But that's another story for another night.

Dean looked at me asking me if I had heard from Y/n at all today. This was all new and odd to me, sharing my romantic partner and just.. having to share her. It's an odd feeling is all, so I shrug my shoulder.

Dean finishes his burgers and hops up proclaiming that the bathroom was his. I watched him get up and then rolled my eyes, and brought my attention back to the screen.

My eyes drooped and I almost face-planted into my screen after another hour of staring at the said screen. I got up closing my laptop and changing into my bedclothes.

Tomorrow I'd have to do some more research about the campgrounds, see when they closed. Make sure that we've got at least two sliver knives for tomorrow.

My overthinking sends me into sleep, as I cuddle into the too-small twin-size motel shitty bed. I can't wait to be in the arms of my... our girl.

I miss her peachy smile, I miss her food, and I mostly miss her hugs. She's always so happy, so perfect. I dream of her that night. It's just her and I. We're out laying on the ground gazing up at the night sky. She comes closer to me, grasping onto the warmth I'm throwing off.

Her small hands wrap around my firm build. She kisses my neck. She hums one of our songs. I feel like a teenager again, she's got my heart beating like a drum.

I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine here. She's mine, all mine. But I see how happy she is when we are all together so my mind grasps onto another dream, we are all together sipping beer, Y/n got her feet in my laps, and her head in Dean's lap.

She smiles and it's almost brighter now, she calls us her boys. It means something different now. I used to mean at least to me that we were sort of annoying and she had t constantly pick up our messes.

Now though to me at least it means that I hope she loves us equally. She's everything that I think we both needed. And yes I agreed with Dean to share her, but there's still a part of me that begs to have her all alone.

It moves again and now the three of us are in the bedroom. Y/n is on her knee taking me in her mouth, and my brother in her hand. She moans, and it sends me spiraling. She winks at me and moves over to my brother. I take a seat in the corner, I watch as my brother takes Y/n like I'm not even there. But then Y/n doesn't have her eye's on Dean they're on me. She winks again and beckons me over.

I wake up sweating, my white tee stuck to me. It's early in the morning according to the alarm clock on the bedside table. Six in the morning to be exact, Dean's snoring and he's wrapped in the sheets.

I get ready to go for a run even though it's still pouring, I see a message from my dear sweet Y/n. She's always up early, I miss my morning runs with her. There's another ding to my cell phone.

>Morning other half, I know you gotta be running right now. I miss your big arms around me at night.

> By the way, I stole another one of your shirts. I can't wait for you to be home

I smile and stop running fearing that I may get hit. I inhale and exhale a feeling of happiness, The rain has stopped so I message back.

> Good Morning, Princess. I was running, but I'll always stop to message you.

>You can always steal from me, babydoll. We'll be home soon this is almost over.

I hit send and threw my phone in my back pocket continuing my run. When I got to the motel, Dean was still asleep. So I slipped into the shower got dressed and went out to get breakfest.

Bringing coffee and breakfest back for Dean. "Yo, Wake up I got you coffee." I yelled as I set everything down nthe table. Dean's groggy face threw me a annoyed look.

After doing some research on the camp grounds. I very quickly realized that we'd have to go check it out later in the day seeing it was still early.

"We can go to the campgrounds later. When you know we can't get caught." I said. Shutting my laptop. Dean hummed and then grabbed his phone. Not many times did we get this type of downtime.

Then there was a ping to my cellphone, it must be another message from Y/n. Expect it wasn't it was Y/n in our group chat.

> Morning boys, You've both said that you guys should be done later than sooner. Should I get something good for dinner instead of crappy road food?

Always so sweet, I saw the same smile on Dean's face before he looked up at me and caught me looking. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You answering her?" He said.

"Why don't we do what we always do which is both answers, because she'll end up making both of the meals for us." I retorted. Dean arched an eyebrow before he went back to his screen.

>Can we do easy? I kind of just wanna relax and spend time with you sunshine. What do you say?

>Yeah I agree with Dean. Something easy, I think we both miss you too too much to want to spend hours having to eat and then clean hon.

I sent, Dean looked over my way and tilted his head in agreement.

>Alright boys. Your girl can agree to that. Love you two.

The rest of the day was quiet. Dean refolded his clothes packing them away. Cleaned baby's trunk, cleaned his many guns, knives, and other killing instruments.

Finally getting bored, and the night sky starting to come out. I knocked Dean in the side waking him from his fifth nap of the day. "We can go now," I said throwing him the keys and grabbing the bags.

We had made it so close to no other people being killed. We were so close. The rain still pouring out of the sky. The wind picking up. Like everything was going to shit.

The vetalas killed another two people before we were able to both weirdly strike them in the heart and twist the knife at the same time. Thank god the camping group wasn't just the two kids. It was actually two families.

But the guilt still lingers knowing that we couldn't get there in time. Dean hadn't wanted to spend another second, nor minute, or even night in that motel. We quickly ran in and grabbed our things, I gave the keys back to the older desk lady.

The drive was quiet as Dean and I juggled the idea of even saying anything about what had gone on in the woods. The rain pours with such vigor that I was sure that the glass would break.

I heard the bunker door open. I walked out of the kitchen. There at the top of the stairs stood my boys. My two currently drenched boys. I hadn't heard the storm outside.

I cursed myself as the boys came down the stairs.

I ran and got both of them towels. I had music playing in the background. "Boys are you okay?" I asked handing them both towels and taking the bags from their hands. They both collapsed into their opened chairs. No answer, so I assume the worst. They lost at least one person. And now they're beating themselves up about it.

I worked quickly to grab them a bowl of food to eat. Taking the time to start a shower and pull a set of clothes out for the both of them. While doing the same for myself.

"When you two are done, go take a hot shower I've got one going for the both of you," I said Kissing Dean's forehead then Sams. I walked down the hall with Sam quick on my heels. "Love, thank you." He said leaning down and giving me a deep kiss before walking towards the bathroom.

I smiled as I leaned against the wall. I'm just glad my boys came home in one, or I should say they came home in two. I laughed as my thought subsided, and I heard the heavy footsteps of Dean behind me.

"Does he seem off to you?" He asked as he slipped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him even though he was wet. "I don't think, so I just think that this hunt may have gotten to me. So go get in the shower. I missed my boys." I said shooing him away.

Exactly ten minutes later both my boys came walking through the doors. Dean wearing his classic no-shirt and sweats to bed. And my moose in his white tee and joggers. They climbed into bed with me, one on my right and the other on my left.

They smelled clean, they smelled like home though. They were my home. Dean and Sam will always be my home. I smiled and Dean's face landed near my breast and his heartbeat could be felt in my side. Sam was hesitant and kept some distance between him and me.

"Sweetie, do you want to talk about it?" I asked prying further than I normally did as it never been a problem for Sam to lay down and sleep after a bad hunt. He gave me the look, and then "No, bit tomorrow Dear." He said

He was careful to lay down his hands landing around my waist. I won't lie that sometimes it was suffocating to be hugged from all sides, but I loved these boys no matter what.

Just like I hoped that my boys loved me back. "We love you sugar." I heard Dean mumbled as sleep overtook him, "And we missed you precious." Sam mumbled into my forehead. I let myself took a breathe in. The mixture of whiskey and leather with an earthy warm clean scent filled my lungs and I felt at home finally.

Completed on: 06/11/2021

Posted on: 06/11/2021

[leah-halliwell92]

Fast and Furious(ly)

Summary: A follow up to “it’s over”, for @band--psycho​‘s bingo; prompt is Car Sex.  WARNING: Sexual content 18+ only please!

6 p.m – Friday night

You’d walked into the club house feeling pretty ok. It had been a long day but nothing you’d been unable to handle. Tig had been driving you up the wall with trying to make amends for his straying dick. He’d been shooting for the two of you to try again, much to your displeasure. The boys could only do so much to keep him at bay, you knew, but the fact lay in that Tig was tap dancing on your last good nerve, especially when he insisted that your sister was just a lay that happened while drunk. Your sister too for that matter...

She’d been so apologetic, fat tears running down her face as she she sobbed for your forgiveness. Begging you to listen, trying to convince you that he’d only been a lay. That they’d fallen in bed just for sex. You remember yelling something and telling her to got to hell. You’d been avoiding going to TM’s ever since you’d found them together two months ago. In that time your brother-in-law, Ben, had come back from deployment. You’d been happy he was back safe and sound but knew shit would hit the fan sooner rather than later, and it would not be you who started the shit fest. 

/Flashback – two weeks ago/

Everything had come to a head, as you’d predicted, during a family picnic. Ben had been so happy to see everyone again and everyone had been honestly happy to see him too. Half-Sac had been more than happy to sit with him and talk military and how Sac as adorable as he is landed in the rink with the sons. Ben looked impressed, you hoped to God he wasn’t thinking joining up but hey, what's more than family?

You’d been on the other side of the park looking at the vintage Dodge Charger Happy had driven in, more like drooling.

“Never thought you’d be into cars little girl,” the tattooed biker said with a small grin.

You shrug and say, “My dad used to buy and restore old cars. I grew up with the smell of oil and sound of power tools, its kind of why I feel at home here.”

“Well that and that you actually know your shit right?” He said knowingly.

You shrug with a smirk, “And between you and me, I lost my ladyhood in the back of 69′ mustang. There really is nothing like doing it in a muscle car.”

Happy choked on his beer and looked at you as if for the first time. 

You gave him a saucy wink

But before he could say anything else, your heard Opie tell Lyla to take the kids back to the club and keep em there.

Lyla did as done and you turned to see your sister in tears and Ben looking like someone had killed him. 

“Is it true!?” Ben yelled at your sister, “Did you really fuck ten years of marriage down the drain for nothing!?”

You saw Jax hide behind Chibs who gave him a knowing look.

Your sister was in tears apologizing for all she was worth, which currently was nothing. 

What made you mad was Gemma getting in your face about hurting Tiggy. It took Happy, Chibs, Jax, Bobby, and Opie to keep you from beating her ass in. You’d proven to the club a long time ago that you had the balls to do shit others couldn’t do. That included knocking the queen of SAMCRO down a peg...or ten.

Happy had swept you into his car and drove away allowing for you to get some much needed air.

/End flashback/

“You got everything set kiddo?” Bobby asked, coming into the club and setting the last crate of booze on the bar top.

“Yep, just need to count these in and then set up for opening,” you said with a large smile.

“There she is,” the biker looking at you with a happy nod.

“What?” You asked curiously.  

“I’ve not seen you smile like that since Tig decided to commit boyfriend suicide,” he said honestly. 

You sighed but nodded appreciating Bobby’s blunt honesty.

“I hope to see that smile on your face more darlin,” he said with a smile of his own making his way to the back.

“Make me food and I’ll smile all you like papa,” you say with laugh as you counted the bottles.

“Done!” He called out laughing as he went. 

You shook your head and picked up a couple of cold ones to take to Happy and Chibs who were at the pool table.

“There’s the wee lassie!” Chibs called out boisterously as he saw you approach.

You laughed at his antics and let him pull you into a hug. 

“How’s a girl supposed to live with you as her big brother?” You asked teasingly, pulling away to hand Happy his own beer.

“Ya ain’ tha’s what,” he said with laugh as Happy pulled you to his side and pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

“Ya do righ’ by ‘er or no one will find your body,” Chibs said seriously to Happy.

Happy gave a short nod and the men came to an understanding. 

You blushed deeply as you realized that you were truly cared for here. The moment was ruined by a commotion coming from right outside the bar.

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Chibs said with a sigh.

You walked out to find Tig and Ben whaling at each other as hard as they could.

Some crow eaters and stragglers surrounded them as your sister looked on panicked and clearly distraught.

“Fuck me, I knew God should have made me a lesbian,” you say walking back into the bar.

You felt Chibs and Happy stare at you as you made your way inside. 

Bobby saw you pick up a ten gallon bucket and fill it to the brim with water and lots of ice.

“I’m gonna...go do something,” he said as he saw the look on your face. 

You walked back out bucket in hand getting wide eyed looks from Chibs, Happy and the rest of the boys. 

“Thats enough assholes!” You yelled before promptly pouring the bucket over the fighting men. 

“What the hell!” They yelled out ready to pounce when they saw it was you who’d done it.

You looked Ben in the eyed and honestly said, “Yes she fucked Tig, yes she saw a chance while he was drunk and took it, no it doesn’t excuse Tig guilt fucking her every other time the fucked and no I’m not ready to forgive either of them. You’re a decorated military soldier, act like it.”

Tig had never been scared of you but right now, he knew you were done.

“And you, quit coming around Chibs trying to see me,” you said anger and hurt seeping through, “You killed us the moment you fucked her, the moment you didn’t come clean, and the moment you thought playing dumb was the way to go. Quit trying to save something that burned Alexander and us both a favor and stop trying to win me back.”

He gave a shaky nod that he’d understood. 

That done you made your way back inside ignoring your sister’s cries for you.

From then on two things happened, you and Happy grew closer. With him looking out for you closer than the other boys, and Ben made himself a more or less permanent fixture at the club house. He kept to himself most times which worried you. You feared his PTSD would be triggered bad after finding out about your sister. But to your relief, and surprise, Half-Sac had glued himself to Ben’s side.

Happy gave you an appraising look and said, “I have something to show you.”

“Oh really?” You asked with a smirk.

“Don’t you go thinking about asking what either,” he said playfully serious, “It’s a surprise.”

“Ok, fine...keep your secrets,” you said pulling yourself onto the bar top to give him a quick peck.

Before he could pull you over you looked over his shoulder at Opie who was caveman carrying your sister out of the bar.

“I’m not sure if I'm surprised or disappointed,” you said honestly, “Question is if she was here for Ben or if she was looking for familiar pastures.”

Happy gave her a look and noticed Half-Sac consoling Ben, “I think she was here for the soldier.”

“For all her hot bloodedness, (S/N) really did love him,” you said with a sigh letting Happy pull you over the bar top and onto his lap, “Doesn’t excuse what she did though.”

He nodded agreeing with your assessment and said, “You are off as of now little girl.”

“Oh am I really,” you said with a teasing grin, “Says who?”

Happy growled lowly in your ear giving your exposed thigh a firm smack.

It had been some time since you’ve felt this publicly and openly loved. Tig would love on you like a bitch in heat, but this tenderness was something you’d not experienced since the beginning of that relationship. The blend of hot and tender you got from Happy is something else.

“Stand up little girl,” he said after he finished his beer.

You nodded to Half-Sac who understood and took over giving you a saucy wink as you stood and let Happy drag you to the garage of the clubhouse where the boys’ personal vehicles were.

“Pull the cover of that one in the back,” he said nodding a tarp covered car.

You did as told and pulled the cover to reveal something akin to Dom Toretto’s Dodge Charger. 

“How–” You started to ask your eyes wide in awe and wonder.

“Trust me you don't wanna know,” Happy said seriously.  

“Did you kill someone for this?” You asked seriously, you were not about to accept blood money or anything of the sort if it came through the club’s less than stellar dealings.

“No!” He said loudly in alarm, “I just...Uh, it was one of my first fixers.”

You gave him an astonished look.

“You’re giving me, one of your...” You looked at the sleek black 70s car in shock, “You can’t give me this.”

“Why not? You’re my woman now,” he said seriously walking to you slowly pinning you against the car, “And as my woman...I will treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as.”

You gasped as your butt hit the side of the car.

“And may your queen make a request?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hm.”

You took a hand that was at your hip and put on your cloth covered mound.

“I need you,” you said before gasping as he applied pressure as he ran his and over you.

“Here?” He asked eyes burning with desire.

You smirked and said, “I’ve a surprise for you. Why don’t you pull down these shorts and find out what it is?”

He smirked and yanked your biker shorts down to reveal you wearing nothing underneath.

“This for me?” he asked running his middle finger along your outer folds.

You nod with a sigh that turned into a full moan as you felt it slip between them and tease your entrance and clit.

“So wet already little girl?” He asked as he felt the wetness.

You nod and moaned loudly as ran a finger over your clit.

“I want to hear you scream,” he said sultrily as he pressed open mouth kisses on your neck.

And scream you would, he pushed you onto the side of the car and made quick work of his pants before pulling one of your legs over his hip.

Twin moans escaped echoed as he entered you for the first time.

“Harder daddy,” you moaned as he gave an experimental thrust.

He happily obliged and kicked up the pace while at it.

You held on for dear life as kicked up the pace, the sounds of moans and wet kisses taking over you as you felt your pleasure build. 

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the boys were having a moment. Tig looked like someone had blown up his bike, Jax was on the floor laughing, Opie and Bobby were as red as tomatoes the older of the two murmuring about not having the health strength to handle hearing the woman he considers his kid fucking one of his brothers. 

“Look’s like she found her match then,” Chibs said with a snigger.

Tig threw him dirty look.

“What!? Sorry to say this brotha but while you may have fucked her...Hap’s fucking her up,” Juice said in complete honesty. 

Bobby rolled his eyes and left before he punched someone a new hole.

Half-Sac and Ben shared knowing looks as Sac nuzzled Ben’s neck.

“Happy,” you gasped as you panted.

“Looks like she doesn’t like white man dick,” the young man said matter of factly.

This only made Jax laugh harder and Tig look even more devastated.

“You gonna come for me girl?” He asked reaching between the two of you to rub clit.

You came with a scream.

Ben gave a low whistle and said, “I met (S/N) through (Y/N) in college, (Y/N) was a wild woman I swear on my daddy’s grave. SO much so she invited me to bed with one of her best friends....Now I’m not saying I'd jump her cuz I see her as sister but son of a bitch do I regret not joining that particular duo.”

Half-Sac whistled and pulled ben to where his dorm was grinning from ear to ear saying, “Oh this daddy is mine.”

Chibs went to Tig and said, “The next time the good lord gives you the privilege of being with a good woman to fuck it up ya feck.”