#giffing this took me an hour because i kept staring at their faces

[crowsofdarkness]

Soldat: Chapter One

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x Female Agent! Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: Agent Y/N has worked alongside Steve Rogers at SHIELD for some time all while keeping a dark secret from everyone. Until one day that darkness faces her head on and she's forced to make a choice. Continue fighting along side Captain America? Or find her home once again with Soldat?

Authors Note: This was originally published on my old blog as a trilogy so I will be in the slow process of adding it to this blog. This is the first of the trilogy and will take place during The Winter Soldier. If anyone is interested in being tagged, let me know!

A soft breeze came through the curtains in my living room as my eyes scanned the same sentence in the book that was placed in my lap. The sentence that I had reread four times now. Closing the book with a groan, I set it on the other end of the couch and grabbed my phone from the coffee table in front of me. 

No new messages. 

I pocketed my phone while pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Worry etched in my bones as I realized that I hadn’t heard from Steve in over 48 hours. He never went that long without sending some kind of message back to me. It was supposed to be a simple “save the hostages from a ship in the middle of the ocean. It’ll take a day tops.” Steve words. So here I was, two days later wondering what the hell went wrong. 

“Stupid ankle,” I cursed my sprained ankle as it was the reason I couldn’t go on the current mission. 

I had tweaked it a few weeks back and Steve wanted to make sure it was 100% before going back in the field. No matter how hard I tried to convince him I was fine, Steve could tell in the small limp that I was lying. 

I’d been on Team Captain America for almost a year now, Nick recruiting me because of my background. Three years on New York Swat and almost five as a secret agent for the FBI. There was more to my past, which helped mold me into the agent I was today but that was a part of my life that I kept hidden from everyone, including Steve. There was a time in my life where I was at my lowest and darkest; however, as much as that moment in my life caused me many emotional and permanent scars, I don’t think I would be where I was today. 

My finger ran over a small scar on my wrist as I thought back to that time, years ago, and my skin quivered as those memories came back. A dark, cold room with only one bed and the looming fear of when the next time would be when I would see him; would it also be the last time? Would my end be near?

“Christ, I haven’t thought of him in years.” I shuttered, pushing those thoughts away and tried to think of Steve.

In the year that I had been working side by side with him, Steve and I had become incredibly close. Soft touches, hushed conversions just between the two of us, and stares that never went unnoticed. We weren’t official, afraid of it getting in the way of work so we would never make it past first base; hell we never even made it close to first base.

Tired eyes read the clock that hung above the fireplace and a soft sigh left my lips. Calling him would be a waste of time because I knew he never kept his phone on him while on the field, it always stayed on the jet, so I decided to send him a text. 

I should have figured it would take you longer than a day without me.-Y/N. 

I didn’t even have a chance to set my phone down because a few seconds later it was buzzing and Steve’s face appeared on my screen, indicating he was face timing me. 

“Thank god I actually look somewhat decent,” I muttered before hitting the green button, accepting the call. 

Steve’s bright smile warmed my heart as I took in his appearance. Soot covered his forehead and chin, his typically styled hair was a mess, almost falling in his eyes as those tired blue eyes stared at me. 

“Hi,” I breathed. 

“Hey yourself. What time is it there?” Steve questioned. 

I looked at the clock before my gaze rested back on Steve. “Just past 6 in the morning. How’d the mission go?” 

Steve leaned back in the chair of the jet and ran a hand over his face, unbeknownst to him smearing the soot over his face. I suppressed a giggle, not wanting to let him know. 

“You’re cleared to go back on duty. Starting three days ago.” 

“I told you! We could have been finished days ago and you wouldn’t have needed me to water your plants.” I joked.

Steve shot up. “You have been watering them, right?” 

The seriousness in his voice made me roll my eyes. 

“Oh my god, grandpa. Yes, I did water your plants. You know, I forget that you’re 95 years old then you act like that and suddenly it all comes back.” I said with a small smile. 

“You love me,” Steve gave me a smug smile. 

My heart flipped. You have no idea. 

“So when are you going to be back?” I changed the subject. 

“The jet is landing at SHIELD in a few hours. I have to do a few errands but then I’m all yours,” the softness in his smile warmed my heart. 

“The usual?” I asked. 

“I’ve called in the pizza. It should be ready to go by seven.” 

“I’ll bring the beers then,” I smiled 

Every time we complete a mission, Steve and I would meet at his place for pizza and beers. It had been our tradition for the past year, no one else from the team joining. 

Just us. 

Steve’s lips moved as he was about to say something but a certain redhead appeared from behind him, coming into view. 

“NAT!” I yelled, “I miss you!” 

Her smile mirrored my own. 

“You are forbidden from ever taking leave again. This one almost forgot his shield.” Natasha pointed at Steve. 

“I did not!” He defended. 

“Oh Stevie, what would you do without me?” I cooed and noticed his cheeks burned red. 

We stared at each other for a few seconds and if feeling some type of tension between us, Nat shook her head before ruffling Steve’s hair. 

“You’ve got something on your face.” 

Steve looked closer into his phone and I swore, his cheeks were a deep crimson now. 

“You let me talk to you like this the entire time?” Steve questioned, quietly thanking Nat who gave him a towel. 

I shrugged. “I thought it was a cute look.” 

“Maybe if you stopped giving Y/N bedroom eyes, you would have noticed how dirty you were,” Natasha teased. 

“Nat!” I scoffed, feeling some warmth spread to my stomach. 

“What?” She shrugged, “Someone has to call him out."

Shaking my head with a laugh, I gave them a small wave goodbye and told Steve I would see him later. 

I ended the phone call with a sigh and felt excitement spread through my veins as the thought of being alone with Steve kept creeping in the back of my mind. 

“Where the hell are you Rogers,” I grumbled as I checked my phone for the fifth time since arriving at his apartment twenty minutes ago. 

I had called and texted him wondering when he would be home but was met with silence. My fingers slid over his door frame before peaking under the doormat hoping to find a spare key but nothing. 

“You’re damn lucky you’re cute,” I cursed when I checked my phone yet again. 

“Talking to yourself?” 

Spinning on my heels towards the voice, my heart leaped when I saw Steve ascend the staircase, wearing the brown leather jacket that looked so good on him. He had the box of pizza in one hand and was messing with his keys in the other.

“I left my spare key at home. You should really leave another one somewhere.” I noted. 

“I do,” he nodded towards his neighbor across the hall, “Kate has one.” 

“Oh,” I sighed. 

As if the Gods’ wanted to torture me more with the thought of Steve’s neighbor across the hall, she came out from her apartment. Adjusting the laundry basket on her hip, she smiled towards Steve. 

Jealous eyes watched as they chatted, Steve flirting almost effortlessly with her. She giggled at a lame joke he told and I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. My shoulders slouched in anger when Steve invited her over to join us. 

“I don’t want to impose,” she looked between Steve and I. 

Steve quickly shook his head. “No, we’re just friends.” 

My heart dropped to my stomach. “Yeah, friends.” 

“Maybe next time. I’ve got a load in the wash.” 

Steve agreed the next time and I had to turn away as he hugged Kate. 

“You could have been a little nicer to her,” Steve asked as he leaned against his door. 

“I’ve been waiting almost a half hour for you. I’m tired and hungry so sorry I didn’t feel like being friendly,” I snapped but immediately apologized when I saw the hurt flash across his face. 

“It’s been a really long day,” I sighed while pinching my eyes shut. 

“Hey, it’s alright.” Steve pulled me into his chest and left a soft kiss to the top of my head. “I’m sorry I’m late. I was visiting a friend at the V.A center.” 

My brows rose. “The V.A center?” 

Steve nodded. “Yeah, Sam. I met him a few days ago. He’s nice, I can set you up with him if you want?” 

“No thanks,” I scrunch my face, “I can find a guy by myself.” 

“How’s that working out for you?” Steve joked. 

Scoffing, I gave him a slight push and I nodded towards the door. “My pizza is getting cold.” 

He laughed but his body froze leaning an ear against the door. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“My record player is on.” Steve glanced over to me. 

I leaned my ear against the door but shook my head, “I don’t hear anything.”

“You don’t have super soldier hearing,” Steve teased. “Did you leave it on?”

“I swear I turned it off when I left the other day.” I promised. 

Getting into Captain America mode, Steve shielded me as he slowly unlocked the door, pushing it open. I slipped my knife out of my boot as I followed close behind. The music vibrated off the walls as Steve grabbed his shield from its place on the wall. The knife flipped in my fingers with ease as we reached the living room and saw the slouched figure sitting in the chair. 

Nick Furry.

“I don’t remember giving you a key,” Steve sighed while leaning against the wall.

“Did you really think I would need one?,” Nick defended while sitting up, “My wife kicked me out.”

“I didn’t know you were married,” I admitted. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Nick admitted.

“I know, Nick. That’s the problem,” Steve declared while turning on the light.

Goosebumps pricked my skin when I took in Nick’s appearance. He had a giant gash to the side of his head and blood was dripping down onto Steve’s chair. I wanted to ask what happened but he held up a finger to silence me while he turned off the light. Nick typed a message into his phone before showing us. 

Ears everywhere.

Steve and I shared a look before our eyes glanced around the apartment. Steve tensed up next to me, the anger of being watched rose from within and he cursed under his breath. All of his private moments suddenly weren’t so private anymore. 

“I’m sorry to do this but I had no other place to crash,” Nick showed us a new message on his phone. 

Shield Compromised.

“What the fuck,” I cursed. 

“Who else knows about your wife?” Steve continued to play along, in case it was true that his apartment was bugged. 

Nick stood with a groan and limped over to us, clutching his side. “Just my friends.”

Just us. The new message on his phone read. 

Steve scoffed. “Is that what we are, Nick?” 

“Steve,” I warned, “Now isn’t the time for whatever beef you have with him.” 

“That’s up to you,” Nick admitted. 

The floor beneath our feet shook as a scream erupted from my throat when the wall behind Nick exploded in gunfire. Steve grabbed my waist and pulled me into his chest as we watched in horror as Nick’s limp body fell to the ground. 

“What the fuck?!” I yelled. 

“Get away from the window!” Steve demanded, pulling Nick’s body in the hallway with us. 

He went to look out the window to see if he was able to see the shooter but Nick grasped his arm stopping him. 

He opened his hand and a hard drive sparkled from the light outside. 

“Don’t. Trust. Anyone.” Nick sputtered before passing out. 

“Steve, what the hell is going on?” My voice quivered with fear. 

Before Steve could answer, his front door busted open and Kate walked in, gun armed and aimed. 

“Captain Rogers, I’m Agent 13, Shield Special Service.” Kate said, walking further into Steve’s apartment. 

“Kate? What the hell are you doing here?” I questioned. 

“I’ve been assigned to protect Steve,” She defended. 

“On whose order?” Steve snapped. 

Kate set her gun down before nodding towards Nick. “His.” 

Steve and I shared a look and giving him a slight nod, I turned my attention towards Kate. “You should call it in, Agent.”

“Foxtrot is down and unresponsive. I need EMT’S.” Kate ignored me as she talked into the radio. 

“Do we have a twenty on the shooter?”

Steve peaked around the corner and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. “Tell them we’re in pursuit.” 

Not asking any questions, I let Steve wrap his arm around my waist as we ran through the window, literally, and felt the ground vanish beneath our feet. Glass shattered around us as we landed hard on the floor of the building across the street. 

“Ow, that’s gonna leave a mark,” I groaned, rising to my feet taking off in a chase after the shooter.

Steve was just a few paces ahead of me while the shooter was on the roof above us, his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty offices. Steve busted through doors and glass windows, making it easier for me to keep up with him.

“There has to be a staircase to the roof somewhere!” I yelled before I watched through the window in front of us as the shooter jumped down onto the roof of the building in front.

“We’re going through the window, aren't we?” I semi whined. 

“Yup!” 

Suddenly, Steve barreled his way through the window rolling onto his knees and threw his shield at the shooter. The broken glass crunched beneath my boots as I came to a sudden halt when my eyes landed on the man who had caught Captain America’s shield mid throw. 

Long brown locks. 

Blue eyes. 

A metal arm. 

My mouth ran dry while my hands shook, unable to move out of the way as the shield came flying back towards me. Ears rang in silence as the blood drained from my face, memories of that same metal arm slamming into me like a brick wall. The same man that I thought of earlier for the first time in years was standing right in front of me, in the flesh. 

“Y/N!” 

Steve’s voice brought me back as I fell to the ground with his body on mine. With the shield gripped tight in one hand, his other gently cupped my cheek. Steve pulled my face to look into his eyes; however, I couldn’t focus. I ignored the feeling that took over my body when Steve pressed his hips into mine, unknowingly, and licked my dry lips. 

My past life had just barreled into me; a private part of my life that absolutely no one knew about and suddenly, I was very terrified of them finding out. 

[mnnuni]

Into you

Elliot Stabler x reader

Summary: an undercover operation that exposes some other kind of secrets

Words: 4498

Warnings: mentions of drugs, eventual smut -but very filthy-

Author's note: first of all, sorry if it's too long. Second, yes it is based on Ariana's song, or at least the movie it started in my head when I heard the song on shuffle. Little note in the note: this story is not necessarily in any time and place of the series, I just included Munch and Cassidy because I'm (kinda re)watching season 1 and I love them so much.

* gif and images from Pinterest

* dividers from @cafekitsune

"You're sure you want to do this?"

(Y/N) couldn't say how many times Olivia had already asked her that question, in different ways and places of the district.

She inhaled, closed her eyes

You can do it

"I'm sure Liv, don't worry"

Her colleague smiled at her through the mirror, "then let's finish this make up".

Their team was organising an undercover operation in a fancy club, it was an easy thing : go in, find the drugs, go out.

Of course there was a little detail that determined how the operation was gonna be; this club had a high standard for its clientele and specific rules they had to follow, number one being : "only couples allowed".

Now, the easy take was to send the infamous Benson and Stabler and call it a day, but Olivia couldn't because she had too many extra hours covered already. The next couple would have been (Y/N) and Cassidy, if Munch wouldn't have explained for ten minutes straight how Brian wasn't ready to do a thing like that.

So that left her to work with Elliot.

If it was a normal job (Y/N) wouldn't have worries of any kind, Elliot was a good cop and she trusted him with her life; but going out in a club made for sex and whatnot, faking being the girlfriend of the coworker she so desperately wanted ... that was another thing. That was also the reason why Olivia was so concerned for her, she was the only one that caught (Y/N) staring at her partner in a different way someday -at least she hoped so, even if the others could have known they never said anything-

Elliot was done dressing up ten minutes ago and everyone was growing bored to wait for the women.

"You done playing, ladies?" Munch started screaming and pounding on the door of the locker room, "come on we don't have all night".

When the duo got out the first thing the men noticed were (Y/N)'s legs : she wore a deep blue-almost black dress, it almost reached the knees on the right leg and was shorter on the left. Cassidy whistled when his eyes travelled up her figure and landed on her chest, tightly held up by the dress straps. (Y/N) did a spin, moving her curled hairs in the process and showed her half-bare back.

"Well Miss (Y/L/N) can surely do the work"

"Thank you Much", she was trying so hard not to fumble dressed like this in front of her colleagues, but they didn't have to know that.

"Y-you have, um, I can see your lace" Cassidy said pointing at her upper body, he tried to smirk and be flirty but he got too caught up when (Y/N) got closer "It's intentional Brian, now don't get too flustered". Munch chuckled and his partner was about to defend himself when Cragen cleared his throat and announced they were ready to go.

Elliot was the only one to not say a single word. Noone knew that was because his brain short circuited for a moment seeing (Y/N) like that.

I'm so into you

I can barely breathe

Even in the car to the club he remained silent, too caught up in his head, until they were almost there and (Y/N) was about to explode "now that we're still off, are you okay?" ; her voice startled him for a moment, he nodded and mumbled a sure and kept driving. Five minutes later they were parking.

Elliot took a big breath and finally turned to face her, "okay, so, if someone or something triggers you at any moment for any reason, you tell me and we're out" she nodded and then saw their van stopping few meters away so she leaned in to Elliot and searched in his jacket to switch the microphone, "do you hear us?", someone in the van switched the headlights on and off to answer her, "let's go then"

Elliot got out of the car and went to open the door for her, proceeding to take her arm in his to walk to the club. At the entrance there were two big men with the guest lists, "Stabler", he looked at them for a moment then checked his papers. It was a strangely nice feeling to be part of the "Two for Stabler", (Y/N) wanted to feel like this for real not just for a job.

The man stepped aside and opened the door for them; the first thing they saw was the wardrobe where (Y/N) left her jacket, then they were guided to a red lit corridor that ended to a glass door. There they were, in the middle of the upper class most scandalous nights, they were walking arm in arm between politicians, rich entrepreneurs and whores.

They walked to the bar to have a full view of the room: in the centre there was a little stage for the dj and the eventual singers, all around there were occupied tables, at the left side there were sort of cabins to be more private and to the right big glass doors that they knew took to the private rooms.

(Y/N) was the one facing the bar, counting all the staff members while Elliot, next to her, scanned the rest of the room to search their suspects.

"What can I get you, beautiful?"

(Y/N) was sure the bartender talked to her just because he was mere inches apart from her face, otherwise she wouldn't have think he would have flirted with her, while at work.

Elliot turned in an instant, placing his arm around her back "she would have a Martini, and a soda for me" he was shooting daggers to the poor man, who instantly backed away to do their orders.

(Y/N) was looking at him with a clear expression of "was that necessary?" and he just got closer to her, "what? You're mine tonight"

Her eyebrows shot up so fast she thought she was losing them; Elliot too was a little surprised by his choice of words, even if he so desperately wanted them to be true and not just for tonight.

But close ain't close enough

'Til we cross the line, hey, yeah

So name a game to play

And I'll roll the dice, hey

(Y/N) smirked and turned to face him, "you should..." she bit her lip and unbuttoned his shirt a little "I think it's better like this"

The bartender came back with their glasses before Elliot could say anything, "thank you" she looked at his tag "Brandon" he smiled and was about to go back to work but (Y/N) reached out and took his hand "excuse my boyfriend here, he's not used to share me" he smiled "no I'm sorry, I didn't gather you two were..." Elliot brought her to his chest "together? Yes"

"Tell me Brandon, is there a way we could use your private services?"

Elliot knew that they had to, but oh was he nervous to be in a bedroom with her.

"Did you make a reservation?"

She shook her head, "don't worry, you can wait at one of the private tables. One of us will call you when you can go in the rooms", he then guided them to the right side of the club.

To any possible looker these two were one of the other couples tangled in eachother, waiting for a new experience. In reality (Y/N) had her legs on Elliot's ones to be more closer and be clearly heard in the microphone, she was describing every customer to whoever was listening to them in order to have a complete list of witnesses, just in case. She drank a little and then went to play with Elliott's shirt's collar; he had one of his hands gripping her thighs and the other arm around her, laid on the back of the sofa and occasionally brushing strands of hair off her face.

They were so fucking close to each other.

Every now and then Elliot mumbled something, just to not look suspicious but he really couldn't formulate something longer that two sentences with (Y/N)'s lips so close to his face.

After the longest twenty-five minutes of his life a man cleared his throat next to them, Elliot was so scared of the possibility this was just another flirty guy who wanted to try it with (Y/N) -this open sex club was extremely hard to accept for a man like him- but fortunately it was the chauffeur for the rooms. He led them to the big glass doors and left them in another corridor with a pair of keys and the number five on them.

After he left them alone it was the first instant when they weren't touching in any way and they missed the contact immediately, so much that Elliot took her hand in his.

(Y/N) exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holdin when Elliot closed the door of their room, "okay, so report of the room : massive bed"

They started to search in every corner for anything that could help them with the operation while describing everything out loud.

"I've never seen this many condoms in my life" she suddenly said after opening two drawers, Elliot blushed looking at her with the envelopes in her hands. "Also, the flavour matches the one of the condoms found in the hotel, so now we have the confirmation that they're from here"

"How are you so sure?"

"Well for one, I have the assurance that no pharmacy ever has sold "coke flavored condoms" and because there's the name of the club on the envelope"

He just nodded, "right" and proceeded to open another drawer "oh look we have toys too", Elliot picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs and showed them to her, "you like 'em detective?"

Was he...nah

Either way, she couldn't let him win, so she marched to him to whisper "I tend to use them to others, not me"

Oh, baby, look what you started

The temperature's rising in here

They were ready to inspect anything further when (Y/N) heard walking from the corridors, "someone's coming" "what?" and then a knock on the room next to them "they're entering the rooms" Elliot whispered.

"Loose the jacket"

He was about to ask why, but he knew better than to question her; she was so hot commanding orders. He carefully positioned the jacket on the back of a chair "I'm gonna put you here guys". When he turned back he found (Y/N) sat on the bed, taking off her heels "what are you-?" "We're supposed to look couply here, we can't be caught investigating" she obviously was right, but Elliot was in a very difficult position here now after she shoved him on the bed.

"So we're..." he was making some gesture with his hands while (Y/N) tried to find the courage to do something, "we have to" "yeah" and then he sat straight on the bed, waiting, thinking.

Elliot didn't have time before (Y/N) moved slightly her dress and positioned herself on his lap whit her legs on either side of him

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move (ooh, ooh)

Before I make a move (ooh, ooh)

"Are you sure?"

Elliot was literally burning up.

Then she took his hands and put them on her hips, nodding. They felt so good on her.

They heard more loud walking so they inched closer, then a knock "room service";

So, baby, come light me up

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous

But, baby, that's how I want it

Poor guy didn't get an answer because they launched at each other to kiss. One of Elliot's hands travelled to her exposed back and the other gripped her hips more firmly. (Y/N)'s lips tasted of lipstick and were so soft to his rough kiss he wanted to die like this;

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

her hands were gripping his hair and taking him even closer to her. When her breasts pressed to his chest and he felt her lace to his portion of exposed-by-the-unbottoned-shirt pecs he was losing it, Elliot moved her hips on him and that's when she moaned in his mouth.

At the other side of the microphone their colleagues were a mix of confused and delighted.

Got everyone watchin' us

So, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous

But, baby, don't let them see it

"Are they...?" Cassidy was having the time of his life when (Y/N) moaned

"They are" they could hear Elliot's now because (Y/N) was kissing his neck "they so are", confirmed Olivia and Munch.

That's when another knock was heard and finally the person opened the door.

The couple got off each other's lips just because the guy excused himself. Then reality came back down again.

Elliot moved to hear the man better, putting his hands under (Y/N)'s butt to cover her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, I am at your service tonight" he had a tray with champagne in his hand and just a pair of trousers on. (Y/N) didn't falter for a second there, getting up and meeting their guest, "oh don't be sorry, we got a little carried away"

She could hear Cassidy chuckles in her head.

"I'm (Y/N), come meet my boyfriend" she took the tray from him and gestured for the guy to sit next to Elliot, who introduced himself. She then sat on the other side of the guy, putting her legs on both the men's ones; Elliot gave her a side glance at how comfortable she looked putting herself on this guy.

"Tell us..."

"Caleb"

She smiled, "Caleb, how does it work, your service?"

He proceeded to explain how they were a fancy club for couples who wanted to explore their sexual lives, he didn't know but the more he talked the more criminal sentences he was giving this place. Elliot was more than pleased to look at (Y/N) flirt and touch this man to give them everything and more they needed.

"And tell me, is there a way to have some... Incentives?" she got up to sit down on Elliot again, "you see my boyfriend here has a hard time with all my eccentricities, but he's willing to try tonight and I'm sure that with some magical helps he would love to have the both of us"

Elliot was dying under her caresses.

The guy was starting to negate the service when he jumped in the ring again, "we're willing to pay more, of course"

Caleb's eyes lit up then; he agreed and got up to a wall, pressed some invisible buttons and revealed a cabinet full of any kind of powders.

"Now the party can start"

This was (Y/N)'s signal to the team to start moving.

While Elliot was next to Caleb pretending to choose what would have been his poison, they heard some commotion from the outside. They didn't break character for a minute, (Y/N) was comfortably laying on the bed when Munch got the door down and declared the guy under arrest.

"Finally"

Now, the easy part was done: the club was shot down, the owners were arrested and the ADA had so much proof to put everyone working there behind bars that they even thanked the team.

The hard times were just about to start when an hour later they were still at the precinct doing reports; Elliot and (Y/N) didn't have a chance to talk yet and she was almost grateful for this, what could she even possibly say? Sorry if I devoured your face and I used our operation as an excuse to make out to you?!

She kept her head low and just wrote in the files for the entire time, she was also grateful no one said anything about their work -even if she was sure Cassidy and Munch had some sly remarks ready the instant she and Elliot walked out the doors, Olivia only threatened them if they talked. (Y/N) could sense Brian's struggle to shut up at the desk in front of her-

Meanwhile Elliot was just opposite her, on the other side of the room and couldn't take his eyes off of her; they were still in their clothes, (Y/N) just raised her hairs with a clip -which made her ten times sexier in his opinion- and got free of her heels. He did just half the report because he was too engrossed in looking at her, how calmed she seemed while she worked and how she bit her lip from time to time while thinking about bigger words to fill her papers. But mostly he couldn't stop thinking about how stupid he was to not talk to her yet, after he had the best kiss of his life and just wanted to repeat it forever.

(Y/N) was painfully oblivious to Elliot's stare, too preoccupied to avoid taking notice of Cassidy eyes moving from Munch to Elliot -they had practically cleaned her lipstick stains on Elliot's lips and neck for the amount of times they looked at them-

When she was done she got up, handed over her files and went away; she just squeezed Olivia's shoulder on the way, but didn't say a word to anyone.

It took Elliot the time she started the car and drove off to understand he had to move too, but only after Cassidy threw him an eraser and Olivia screamed at him to "go take his girl".

It made him smile to think about her that way.

The knock (Y/N) heard from her door were so strong and determined she instantly went to see whose was, she opened the door with a confused expression on her face.

"Hi"

She just made him space on the door to enter her apartment.

Elliot didn't know where to start, how could he explain things to her when he didn't stop and thought about it?! He inhaled a big breath and prepared himself for a big monologue.

This could take some time, hey

I made too many mistakes

Better get this right, right, baby

"First of all, I'm sorry" she was about to answer but he made a motion with his hand to stop her, "please let me get this all out first"

"Sure, right", (Y/N) sat on the couch and invited him to join her -she was actually shitting herself considering his tone, but she sensed that he needed this moment so she'd wait to do anything, even if she'd wanted to crumble right then and there-

Elliot took a place next to her, diverting his legs in order to face her. Ugh.

Tell me what you came here for

'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more

I'm on the edge with no control

And I need, I need you to know

You to know, oh, yeah

"I'm sorry if anything that I did, or didn't do tonight made you uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting the turn that took the night, but I must specify I was pleasantly surprised."

Maybe (Y/N) could restart breathing.

"(Y/N) you're an amazing woman, I admire you as a cop and I love working with you"

Why did this sound like a rejection? Or worse, a goodbye!?

"But most of all, I loved kissing you tonight"

Oh shit

He took her hands in his, "I know that we're supposed to be professional and I don't want to seem irrational right now, but I'd really fucking like to kiss you again, more then once"

She was flabbergasted. She couldn't form a thought, her jaw was on the floor and her heart was beating at the rate of a heart attack.

"Please say something"

So, baby, come light me up (light me up)

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous (dangerous)

But, baby, that's how I want it (how I want it)

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

(Y/N) pulled him from the shirt and kissed him, more confident than before. She pressed him to her putting her arms around his neck, while his found her waist; she opened her mouth to taste his tongue and he fucking groaned through the kiss, she was ready to fight his tongue for dominance when he pulled away.

"So I guess you..."

"Yes Elliot" she kissed the corner of his mouth "I like you too" and then his jaw "and I really like to kiss you" moving to his neck "and I'd like to do it for quite some time, if you'd like"

"I would love to", he was turning his face to kiss her again but she got closer to his ear to whisper something, "I would also want for you to fuck me, like right now" and then she smirked.

She didn't give him time to do anything because she ran away to her bedroom; Elliot woke up from his trans and followed her, finding her in front of the mirror trying to get away from her dress. He came up behind her and took her hands' place on her zipper.

He unzipped it so slowly, kissing every inch he discovered and then let the dress fall at her feet.

"Fuck"

He palmed her naked breasts, still looking at (Y/N) through the mirror, her head fell on his chest from the pleasure.

"I think you're too much covered" she decided when she turned around and got unbuttoned his shirt with one powerful move.

"Ehi! I liked that shirt" Elliot himself knew he was only half complaining, "I like it better off" she fucking licked her lips looking at his bare torso.

(Y/N) kissed every part of his chest, from the clavicle to his pecs; she sucked one of his nipples and was happily pleased when she realised his breath was becoming more erratic. She trailed her tongue down all his abs until she got on her knees, asking the permission to unbuckle his belt and jeans.

"You can do me whatever you want love"

Love

She worked his clothes rather quickly and stopped only in front of his underwear: shit, he was big. But she couldn't praise him about his size yet. She palmed his boner and got excited enough to yank his underwear away and take his dick in her hands.

Elliot was dying of anticipation there.

After stroking him two times (Y/N) licked his shaft and he hissed. He was ready!

Finally she put her mouth on his tip and sucked all the dick down in her mouth.

"Holy shit", he grabbed her hair and she looked at him with big eyes before she started to move her head up and down. She was phenomenal. At some point she took his balls in her hand and started squeezing, "oh my- (Y/N)"

It took her two minutes of full bobbing before she had to take air, but she never stopped touching him, always licking on nipping his tip. When she put her mouth on him again she started to move faster and sucking harder. Elliot was a moaning mess up there, moving his hips in sync with her.

"Baby I'm gonna-" he couldn't talk, she gripped his ass and sucked his cock so much deeper in her mouth he couldn't even think before he shot down her throat. She kept moving her head until he stopped screaming for her and came down his high.

When she left his dick (Y/N) was smiling and Elliot loved this. He helped her get up, just to take her in his arms and put her on the bed.

"You were-"

"Amazing, I know" he chucked, "you really were", he kissed her neck then, lowering himself on her. He felt her wet panties to his cock, who was already recovering feeling her like this. He moved his hands through all her leg, stopping at her inner thigh and sensing her warmth. Elliot looked her in her eyes when he finally put a hand on her pussy. She hissed at the contact.

"You're soaked baby"

"A good cock might do this to me"

She wasn't even embarrassed to show him how much she wanted him; he smirked and slowly let herself free of her panties.

"Look at her, so pretty and ready for me"

His talking of her pussy made her involuntarily lift her hips, which made Elliot smirk even more before he put a finger on her clit.

"Mmmh"

"That's right love"

Fuck he was good with his fingers. She knew he was only giving his dick time to recover, but (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of his fingers entering her hole. She was gripping his forearm when he pushed his second finger in to "prep her for his dick", he said. She was sure he was just enjoying her so fucked up just by his fingers.

"El I need you, now"

His face lit up, "you sure?", she took his cock and aligned it with her entrance, soaking it with her wetness "I'm sure".

He pushed into her very slowly, he was relishing in every inch of her stretching to his length. When he was done he waited a few seconds to move, admiring (Y/N)'s face while she adjusted to his size; suddenly she moved her hips making him hiss and then start to pound into her at a determinate pace.

"God, yes"

She was feeling every inch of his big dick and she was fucking loving it. He moved so well into her while also paying attention to every other part of her : when he wasn't kissing her neck, he was squeezing her tits or whispering dirty things in her ears.

She was loving his dirty talk.

"Come on baby, let me feel you squeeze my dick"

(Y/N) never moaned so loudly in her life. One of her hands was gripping the sheets and the other was firm to Elliot's back to have him always there, pounding into her, extremely close and sweaty. When Elliot started playing with her clit (Y/N)'s eyes rolled so back he was afraid she'd loose them.

"I-I'm so close baby"

Fuck, she called him baby

Elliot became even faster and impatient to let her finish around him; she was a screaming mess while she cum but Elliot loved her clenched pussy around him. Before he could cum he pulled out and finished on her stomach, still patting her clit while he stroked himself.

It was the sexiest thing (Y/N) ever saw; the scene became even more erotic when Elliot went down and licked his cum from her skin and then got up to her face saying "it tastes like you".

She smiled at him and pulled him in her arms, "after you'd done a thing like this, I'll never give you away"

"And I'll never leave, love"

[slut4thebroken]

Remember Your Place

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Pairing | Raymond Leon x reader

Summary | Raymond finally gives you attention, but not the kind you’ve been craving.

Warnings | Smut, boot licking, discipline, punishment, grinding, humiliation, degradation, facials, orgasm denial.

Words | 1k

Notes | It’s the way that it literally took me a million years to figure out what gif to use 😭 and even then I still don’t love it lmao

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 4: boot licking + discipline/punishment

“I’m busy.” He gritted, quickly losing patience. 

“But it’s been hours.” You whined obnoxiously. Raymond promised he’d give you some attention hours ago, but he hasn’t moved from his desk. 

“Come here.” You immediately stiffened when you heard that tone— the one that always ends with you being punished.  

“N-no.. I can wait.” You said weakly, taking a step back. 

“Come here.” 

You bit your lip and pouted a little, trying not to audibly whine. When he raised his brows impatiently, you tentatively walked further into the room, stopping a safe distance away from him. 

“Get under the desk.” He commanded, moving his chair back just enough for you to slip under. At least he wasn’t going to take you over his lap, but you were still nervous about what he had planned. Once you were in position, he extended his leg, his boot going between your thighs. “I’m going to finish my work and you’re going to grind on my boot. If you make a single sound or stop before I tell you to, you won’t get any orgasms for a week. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” You said quietly, pouting when you realized he actually wasn’t going to finally give you attention. He rolled the chair closer to the desk to continue working, effectively trapping you under it. You mounted his boot with a blush and started slowly rocking your hips, trying not to whine or moan. 

He had you doing this for what felt like hours. Your legs were quivering, your knees were hurting from the wood floor, your clit was starting to burn from all the friction, and your pussy was aching, desperately needing to be filled. You wanted to ask how much longer or tell him that you needed a break, but Raymond never bluffed when it came to punishments. 

You mostly kept your arms wrapped around his leg and your chin or cheek on his thigh. Usually he would’ve pet your hair in this position, but it was like you weren’t even there. 

Finally, once your movements started to falter because your legs were giving out, he rolled the chair back again. 

“Less than two hours and you’re already giving up?” He asked mockingly, making you frown. Your brows scrunched together and you shook your head in response, not sure if you were allowed to talk yet. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and pulled you up until your face was level with his stomach, lifting you off his boot as well. 

“I think we need another lesson in respect and obedience. When I tell you I’m busy working, what do you do?” 

“I wait until you’re done, sir.” You said obediently. 

“That’s right.” He stared down at you, his cold gaze making you shiver. “Who do you belong to?” 

“You, sir.” You whispered and his hand suddenly released your face to strike your cheek, a loud, resounding slap filling the room. 

“Speak up.” He growled, roughly fisting your hair to turn you back toward him. 

“You! I belong to you, sir.” You sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed with pain and the burning need for release. When he leaned down over you and spat on your face, you closed your eyes with a whimper, prompting him to slap you again. 

“Take off your panties.” He demanded, making you falter. You averted your gaze as a dark blush painted your cheeks. He pulled his leg away from you and looked down at his boot, scoffing at the glistening leather. With his grip on your hair, he forcefully pushed your head down until your face was hovering over his shoe. “Clean up your mess, whore.” 

You let out a choked sob and he released you to lean back in the chair. Knowing he would only get more impatient, you reluctantly stuck your tongue out and began licking his boot. The leather mixed with your arousal was a terrible combination, but you forced yourself to keep going. 

When you heard a zipper and then some movement, you tried to look up to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t see anything at this angle. You could, however, hear him spit on his hand and start slowly stroking his cock. You mewled quietly, but that went ignored by him… as did your squirming. 

“Clean the other one while you’re at it.” He ordered. You whined loudly in displeasure, not wanting this humiliation to get even worse. But you knew you had to obey if you wanted to save yourself from further punishment. 

Once you started licking his other boot, the previous one lifted and settled on the back of your head, pushing your face into the smooth leather that was already slick with your spit. You let out a strangled whimper, but he just pushed down harder. 

“Maybe this will help you remember your place.” He commented offhandedly. 

He didn’t move his boot from the back of your head for a while, but finally, he was pulling you back up, keeping his hand in your hair as he rapidly fisted his cock in front of your face. When you moaned and tried to surge forward, he tightened his grip and yanked you back almost painfully. “Disobedient sluts don’t get the privilege of sucking my cock.” He spat, making you whine quietly. His pace got impossibly faster while more and more sounds started slipping out and you had to squeeze your thighs together to try and alleviate the ache between them. 

When the first rope of come shot out and landed on your face, you were startled, but you quickly recovered and opened your mouth, hoping to catch some on your tongue. He grunted quietly as he painted your face with his seed, making you moan wantonly. Once his orgasm finally finished, he let out a satisfied breath and panted for a moment, releasing his cock and loosening his grip on your hair. 

“Go clean yourself up.” He ordered gruffly, voice still thick with arousal.

“But…” Your cunt was still aching— Was he really just going to leave you like this? “Sir..” You whimpered pitifully. 

“You’re already not coming today. Keep it up and I’ll make it tomorrow too.” You frowned in response, but lifted yourself onto shaky legs to go do what he said, not wanting to risk prolonging your much needed relief any further. 

[dixons-sunshine]

Punishment Enough | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: After Beth's death, Daryl took it out on himself. He hunted for the group, but refused to feed himself. One day, you've had enough, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Era: Post Terminus; Pre Alexandria.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, blood.

Word count: 3k.

A/n: Alright, here's yet another vamp!Daryl fic to add to the growing number. This was originally supposed to be a 1k word thing, but it got way longer than I had anticipated lol. (ALSO, yes, I know some things in this isn't factual to most vampire things we see online, but I took some creative liberty and wrote it in a way that I liked.) Anyways, I hope you like this!

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“This is getting out of hand,” your leader and friend, Rick Grimes, whispered to you as he watched Daryl disappear into the woods for the millionth time since your journey on the road began a mere two weeks ago. “He needs to feed. He's going to die otherwise.”

You sighed as you watched one of your closest friends disappear beyond the treeline. You continued your snail's pace of a trek next to Rick, the heat from the blazing summer sun beating down on you relentlessly. Your stomach grumbled with hunger and you were thirsty beyond belief, but you knew that it couldn't compare to the discomfort the archer was experiencing. You had eaten, even if just a little, a few hours ago, while he hadn't fed since Beth had died, which was at that point already two weeks prior.

You knew that if he kept that up, he would die within the next few dies, maybe even the next few hours. He was punishing himself, and soon, he would pay the price for it.

“Rick? I don't mean to interrupt whatever intelligent discussion you were having with miss Y/n over here, but Rosita and I have managed to locate a river on the map not too far from here. If you send two people down to replenish our water supply, we should be ready to move on with our trek in about thirty minutes.”

Rick stared Eugene down for a few moments. You were sure that he was going to turn down the offer, but to your surprise and great relief, Rick finally conceded.

“We need to rest anyway, so okay. An hour. That's all I'm willing to offer up,” Rick told Eugene. Your leader whistled to capture everyone's attention, and raised his voice to be heard clearly. “We stop for now. Eugene says that there's a river not too far from here. Tara, Glenn, you two go refill our water supply. The rest of you, get as much rest as you can. We move again in an hour.”

Everyone nodded and dispersed, leaving you alone with your benevolent leader. You eyed the spot you had last seen Daryl, all the sounds and sights around you being evaporated from your mind. However, you were startled when Rick snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, recapturing your attention again.

“How about you go after him and see if you can talk to him?” Rick suggested, lightly patting you on the shoulder in encouragement. “If there's anyone he might listen to, it's you.”

“No, he won't listen to me,” you denied, a sullen expression on your face. “If he won't even listen to Carol, what chance do I have of getting through to him?”

Rick pursed his lips, trying to keep the words that wanted to spill from his lips to himself. He couldn't betray his found brother's trust like that. He wouldn't. That was something Daryl had to tell you on his own time, even if it took years to do so. All Rick could do in that moment was gently urge you to go talk to the man.

“Believe me, I have a feeling that you might be able to break through to him. Just go try, please? I don't want him to die just because he blames himself for something that isn't his fault.”

You inhaled sharply, but ultimately agreed. “Okay,” you mumbled, handing your bag over to Rick, but keeping your compound bow and knife handy just in case you needed it. “If I'm not back by the time you guys need to move on—”

“We go on without you,” Rick finished for you, slinging your bag over his shoulder. “I know. Just go check on him. See if you can get him to drink from something.”

You sent your leader a small nod, and turned on your heel to disappear into the woods. You walked in the general direction of where you saw the archer disappear, soon finding yourself surrounded by trees and dirt. You kept your eyes on the ground, lazer focused on the faint tracks of the man you were trying to find.

A chittering sound from above you redirected your attention from the ground to the area of where you heard it. Up in a tree, on a branch low enough to reach if you jumped, you spotted a total of three squirrels, all sitting in a straight line as they went on doing whatever squirrels fancied as entertainment. They were blissfully unaware of your lurking presence, so it made it easy to line up the shot perfectly.

By some stroke of luck, the arrow found it's mark in all three squirrels. Proud and a little giddy at the prospect of food, you walked towards the tree and jumped to get your prey from the branch. Marveling at the kill you made, you almost missed the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. Almost.

On instinct, you dropped the arrow holding the three squirrels and loaded your bow with another arrow, turning around and releasing it in the direction of the sound. The arrow flew towards the walker, but the walker caught it with ease. Calming down and allowing your eyes to adjust, you could see that it was not a walker. Instead, it was the very man you were tracking down.

Daryl Dixon.

“If ya wanna kill me, yer gon' have to do a lot better than an arrow,” Daryl mused, walking towards you to hand the deadly object back to you. “Wha' the hell are ya doin' here?”

“Looking for you,” you stated matter-of-factly, putting your arrow away. You looked up into Daryl's eyes, but instead of finding the usual blue irises that you have grown to love, you found red coloured ones in their place. A clear sign that he was starving. “We're worried about you. Rick thought I might be able to talk some sense into you.”

“Dun' need someone to talk no sense into me,” Daryl grumbled, turning around to stalk away again. “M'fine. Dun' need no damn babysitter. Leave me alone.”

Picking up the dead squirrels from the ground, you took off in a jog behind Daryl to keep up with his speed. Even though he was only walking, his enhanced speed made his pace faster than the average human's, hence why if he wanted to, he could lose you with ease.

“Daryl! Daryl, wait!” you pleaded with him, finally catching up enough to grab his arm. “Daryl—”

“I said, leave me alone, damnit!” Daryl roared, spinning around to look at you. A furious glare painted his features, but instead of being met with fear, he was met with a stubborn glare instead. Well, he could give you points for that, but he wouldn't give in to whatever you wanted from him. “Wha' dun' ya understand? I dun' need yer concern or yer company. M'fine on my own. I've been alone for decades. Dun' need to change tha' now.”

“Daryl, you need to feed,” you explained as calmly as you could, trying to keep your anger in check. It wouldn't do anyone any good if you were to snap at him right at that moment.

“M'fine,” Daryl replied stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

“Really? Because if you were fine, your eyes wouldn't be red right now,” you countered, motioning to his eyes. “Do you wanna die, Daryl? Because if you don't feed, that's exactly what's gonna happen.”

“Dun' need ya to lecture me, woman!” Daryl exclaimed loudly, waving his hand around in anger. “I know my own damn body better than ya do! I've been like this for a long time. I know when I need to feed and when I dun'!”

“Then why the fuck can't you see that you need to feed right now?!” you snapped, pushing Daryl's chest for emphasis. The man barely moved, his inhuman strength countering your attempts to sway him.“I may not be a vampire, and I may not know exactly how being one works, but I do know that you're either going to die, or lose control and hurt one of us. Is that what you want? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't have to use all of your willpower to refrain from lunging at me and draining all of the blood from my body. Tell me that drinking my blood doesn't sound good to you right now.”

Daryl's silence only confirmed your suspicions. You scoffed and shook your head, taking one of the squirrels off the arrow and extending it towards the stubborn archer.

“Feed. Don't even think about saying no because I swear I'll fucking kill you.”

He knew there was no use of yelling at you anymore. What was the use of getting mad at you for caring about him? If anything, knowing that you did made him feel all funny inside. However, Daryl still shook his head in denial, refusing to take the dead animal from you. “Nah. Y'all need the meat to survive. If I drink the blood, my venom will taint the meat and then y'all can't eat it.”

“Taint the meat?” you questioned in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows. “I've seen you drink from a human before and they didn't turn. How's this any different?”

“Humans are different,” Daryl explained. “M'not gon' explain it to ya because I dun' even fully understand myself, but all I know is we dun' have control over our venom when it comes to animals. We do with humans. Tha's the most basic explanation I have fer ya.”

You nodded in understanding. You scanned your surroundings for a moment before your eyes fell on an empty can, and you had a lightbulb moment. You walked over to pick up the aforementioned object, before crouching down. You picked up one of the squirrels and, very carefully so that you didn't accidentally nick your finger, cut it in multiple places to drain it of its blood, into the can.

You could hear Daryl inhale sharply when the smell of blood flooded his nostrils. His already bloodred eyes darkened, and you could tell that his self-restraint was dwindling by the second. You had to make quick work of your activities, and fast, otherwise Daryl would lunge for the blood. And you didn't know whether or not the blood he went for would be the squirrel's, or yours.

Once the can was practically overflowing with blood, you hastily got up and pushed the object into his hands, some blood trickling over the edge and onto his hands.

“Drink,” you ordered him, leaving no room for argument.

Grumbling to himself, he brought the can up to his lips to slowly take a sip. However, as soon as that first drop of blood fell on his tongue, he drank the rest of it in hurried, messy gulps. Blood trickled down the sides of his mouth, and you had to resist the urge to bring your hands up to wipe the blood away.

In five seconds flat, the entire can was empty. Some colour returned to the archer's cheeks, and his eyes slightly changed from a deep crimson to a dull red. However, even though Daryl handed the can back to you as a way to say he was done, you knew it wasn't nearly enough. He needed way more than that, even if he wouldn't admit it. And, come hell or high water, you would make sure he drank more.

“Thanks,” Daryl mumbled, wiping at the blood and making an even bigger mess on his face. “Ya satisfied now?”

“Not even remotely,” you mused, picking up the three dead squirrels, one of which now had its blood drained, and offered one of them to him. “Here, take it. We need to head back and there isn't time to drain another one for you. Don't worry about one lousy squirrel. We'll survive.”

“But—”

“No buts, Daryl,” you cut him off, forcing the dead critter into his hands. You picked up your knife and sheathed it, before adjusting your bow on your back. You sent Daryl a look and walked off, calling to him over your shoulder. “C'mon. We gotta go.”

Cleverly sensing that there was no room for argument, Daryl followed behind you with a frustrated huff, shaking his head to himself at your stubbornness. However, your stubbornness was one of the many traits that made him feel drawn to you, one of the many things that made you perfect in his eyes. Well, it was perfect when the stubbornness wasn't directed towards him.

Unable to resist the urge any longer due to the taste he got from it earlier, Daryl brought the squirrel up to his mouth. He sunk his fangs into the dead animal and began to drink mouthfuls of the delicious crimson, his deep hunger not going away but being satiated for the time being.

“You need to stop this, Dar,” you began, shaking your head to yourself. “You need to stop punishing yourself. Beth's death isn't your fault. You need to know that. And you need to stop punishing yourself for it. Beth wouldn't want you to starve yourself. You know she wouldn't, so stop doing it, please. Blaming yourself for a death that wasn't even remotely your fault is punishment enough.”

Daryl drained the squirrel of the last of its blood, before withdrawing his mouth from the creature. He stared at you in wonder, walking beside you silently as he pondered over your words. He didn't believe that Beth's death wasn't his fault. He probably never would, but what he did believe was that Beth wouldn't want him to die. The girl voiced in so many different ways that she wanted him to live. And even though he felt terrible about her death, he decided that he would honour her. He would live because she couldn't. He would honour her by doing what she wanted him to do—he would live.

And, once he built up enough courage for it, he would honour her by following her advice and admitting his feelings to you.

The two of you walked from the treeline and back towards where the rest of the group rested. When the two of you made yourselves known, everyone looked up and shared similar looks of relief at the sight of the blood on Daryl's face and the drained squirrel in his hands.

Everyone except Gabriel, who looked at Daryl in disgust and fear, but was wise enough not to say anything. The last time he had voiced his obvious disdain towards the archer because of what he was, he was met with a punch from you and quite the amount of hateful words and glares from the rest of the group. It was clear that nobody would stand for anything but acceptance towards what Daryl was, and he appreciated that.

“Glad to see you're looking better, brother,” Rick voiced to Daryl, getting up to give his found brother a quick hug.

“Thanks,” Daryl thanked him, patting him lightly on the back before withdrawing from the hug. “She wouldn't let me not drink anythin', so ya really should be glad 'bout her. And she found y'all some dinner.”

“Sweet!” Carl voiced excitedly, eliciting a bunch of laughs from most of the adults there. “My dad found us a few rabbits, too.”

Rick took the squirrels from you with a grateful nod. “Seems like we're gonna be here for another hour or so. Let's cook these up, get ourselves regenerated.”

As everyone fell into their own separate conversations and Rick and Carl took it upon themselves to start a small fire, you walked over to a tree before sliding down against it, looking up at Daryl who had followed you there.

“M'surprised ya didn't offer yer blood to me,” Daryl told you, sliding down next to you.

“Why the hell would I do that?” you asked him in genuine confusion, staring into his eyes that were busy turning back to their usual beautiful blues.

“The ladies back at the prison always offered their blood to me when I couldn't feed on animals. Figured ya'd do the same.”

“Yeah, no. I like you and all, but that's not something you're gonna get from me anytime soon, no matter how hot you are,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Ya think m'hot?” Daryl asked in surprise, eyeing you with a small smile.

“I—shut up. Don't let it go to your head,” you mumbled, hugging your knees to your chest.

Daryl chuckled. “I won't,” he promised, looking over at you with a soft look in his eyes. “Thanks again. Fer the squirrel and the lecture. I know I said I didn't need it, but I did. So, thanks.”

You smiled and brought one of your hands up to rest on Daryl's knee, rubbing your thumb against it softly. “Of course. I'd do anything for you, Daryl.”

Daryl ducked his head in shyness. However, he couldn't help the way he felt about you. In less than an hour, you had managed to track him down, give him a much needed lecture, and made him feed on something. You truly were amazing to him, but he didn't know if you'd ever feel the same about him. The two of you were so vastly different, in personalities and species, so he wouldn't be surprised if his feelings were one-sided.

Unbeknownst to him at the time, however, you did feel the same. And that first night in Alexandria, you showed him exactly how you felt about him.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

One Step, Not Much but It Said Enough

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Farm/Prison

Warnings: None

Summary: Someone had to make a move. In the end, it was neither of you.

A/N: First November request. It can be found here.

*gif is not mine

You pushed your glasses up on your nose for the umpteenth time in less than half an hour, cursing yourself for never checking with your optometrist about contact lenses before the world went to shit. Not like you would have known to buy a lifetime supply because the dead were going to rise up and eat the living. Oh well. 

You didn’t dislike your spectacles. You actually enjoyed having them. You used to pick out the snazziest frames you could find that meshed well with your personality. Still, having glasses in the apocalypse wasn’t easy, by a long shot. 

Especially now, when you were trying to set up the perimeter line and it was a million degrees outside, the sweat accumulating on your skin making your frames slide down. It was actually rather infuriating. 

You were tying off a line when a shadow loomed over the string in your hands. “Here.” Before you could look up, a sunhat was placed on your head. You reached up to adjust it before leaning back to meet Daryl’s eyes. “S’one’a Carol’s.” He motioned toward the hat as he crouched on the other side of your line. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, hoping he’d credit the sun for the rosy coloring of your cheeks. You suddenly felt unsure of your work and hesitated to continue while he watched. 

“G’on.” He encouraged, chewing on a blade of grass while those blue eyes flitted between you and the string of cans. You took a deep breath and carried on, soon becoming lost in your work as you moved from sector to sector. The hat did help, but eventually, you found the frames teetering on the end of your nose once again. 

“Damn glasses!” You didn’t even bother to adjust them, simply sitting back on your heels with a pout. Daryl had followed you, having already done his hunting for the day. You weren’t really sure why he was hanging around. His presence never bothered you but did make you increasingly nervous. The man was attractive and, though he’d fight hard to never admit it, he had a huge heart. 

“What ‘bout ‘em?” He looked up from cleaning his bolts, tilting his head when he noticed your adorable pout. He laughed in the form of an exhale through his nose and leaned forward, using his middle finger to push your glasses back to their rightful place. “They suit ya.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, blinking at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t until his brows drew inward and he began to smirk that you realized you had been staring at him for far longer than necessary. There was a noise akin to a squeak when you quickly went back to work and tied off the last of the perimeter. “Done!”

“‘Bout time.” The archer drawled, already standing next to you. “Ya hungry?” He was holding out a hand to help you to your feet but you just couldn’t seem to make your body function. “S’a hand. How it works is ya put yours in mine an’ I pull ya up.” You suddenly deadpanned at his his version of a grin. “C’mon, now. Carl gets there first an’ there’ll be none left for us.”

You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet. “Thanks.” He hummed in reply, falling in step beside you. You walked quietly back to the fire and your friends, about to branch away from him when you felt his hand on your arm. 

“Hey, um—” You looked up just in time to see him look back from gazing at something behind you but he kept speaking before you could turn to investigate. “Y’wanna go with me tomorrow? Huntin’, I mean.”

You knew how your face lit up, there was absolutely zero hiding it. You had always wanted to go with him. Honestly, you wanted to go anywhere with him. You felt like a middle schooler with a crush. Embarrassing. Regardless, the fact the he had invited you after spending all afternoon watching you string up cans between trees made your heart beat just a little faster. 

“Hell yeah, I’d love to! I mean, as long as I won’t be in your way.”

“Ya won’t be. M’gonna teach ya.”

Your jaw gaped. “Really? You mean it?”

Poor Daryl just looked confused. “Wouldn’a said it if I didn’t.” 

You just managed to stop yourself from diving in for a hug. “I’m looking forward to it.” You smiled, tilting your head when you noticed the slight flush on his cheeks. He scratched at the back of his neck and nodded. 

“Good. We’ll be leavin’ ‘fore first light so get some sleep.”

You nodded and watched him walk away, apparently forgetting that he didn’t eat. You chuckled to yourself, pushing your glasses up yet again but not at all bothered by it this time. When you turned, you barely caught the knowing smile that Carol wore before it faded and she went back to eating. You removed the hat Daryl had brought you, looking at it with narrowed eyes, then to where Daryl had disappeared, then to Carol, then back to the hat. Suddenly, it all made perfect sense. 

Well played, Carol. Well played. 

[herrscherofinsanity]

Not the 'meet cute' I expected

Summary: Growing up you kept hearing stories about how romantic it was to meet your soulmate, you never expected yours to be the complete opposite of that.

Fluff

Kim Minjeong x reader

Soulmate AU

Word count: 1.4k

(I found this gif on google, credits to whoever it belongs to because it definitely isn't mine)

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Soulmates. A very common concept in today’s society, yet something no one’s been able to explain. Whether it was in a platonic or a romantic way, everyone had that one person they were meant to find and keep in their lives forever, and you were no exception.

While there were multiple ways in which the universe could help you find your soulmate, the most common one was getting a single sentence written neatly across your wrist. The sentence was meant to be the first thing your soulmate would say to you when the first meeting took place.

Your soulmate’s first words to you could show up at any given time. There were those lucky enough to get said mark the moment they were born; others, considered late bloomers, got their marks once they reached the age of sixteen. It was almost unheard of not getting your mark once you hit that age.

You were one of those late bloomers, desperately waiting to finally find out what your soulmate would say once they made their way to you.

You kept hearing stories from your parents, your closest friends, and even some of your classmates. They all loved to go on and on about how perfect and romantic the whole encounter was. It only helped to fuel your excitement, it kept your expectations high, wondering how your soulmate would sweep you off your feet.

Your sixteenth birthday finally came around and you were beyond excited to find out what was going to mark the beginning of your forever. Mustering up the courage to read what was written on your wrist, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and finally laid eyes on your new mark…

The only thing you could make out was your friend’s loud laugh echoing through your phone’s speaker as you tried to bury your face on a stray pillow.

“Thank you so much for your support, Jaime, I feel so much better” you said sarcastically.

Once she caught her breath your friend managed to reply “I’m sorry, but you can’t really blame me for laughing, your soulmate sounds like they’re really something else”.

You rolled your eyes. You had been staring blankly at the seven words written neatly across your left wrist for the past hour.

My friend over there thinks you’re hot.

You sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning, you just couldn’t believe your luck. You waited sixteen years for that? Surely there must be some sort of mistake, there’s just no way that’s the first thing that’s going to go through your soulmate’s head when they see you for the first time. You tried to brace yourself for whatever bizarre situation you were going to be in if that was really the first thing your soulmate would say. Things can’t get any worse than this, right?

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Minjeong had known what her soulmate would say the first time they met ever since she was twelve, and she had spent the next four years feeling perplexed, to say the least.

Written across her right wrist in bold letters were six words that kept her up at night:

Tell your friend I’m not interested.

Minjeong did not understand just why or in what kind of context her soulmate would say something like that. What bothered her even more was the fact that her friends were most definitely going to be involved. She groaned knowing very well her friends would make the whole thing even more embarrassing than it needed to be.

Minjeong sighed, she was kind of dreading the inevitable meeting…

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It was a random Tuesday when it finally happened.

You woke up that morning feeling completely normal, nothing seemed to be out of place, there was nothing to give away the fact that you were going to run into your unromantic soulmate that day.

You did things as you normally would, the only thing that differed from your usual routine was the impromptu visit to a café not far from your school grounds.

One of your friends had suggested visiting a new café that had recently opened up near your high school. It had good reviews, and the prices were accessible enough so you didn’t really have any reason to not go.

When you walked into the cozy café the first thing you noticed was that two tables were already occupied. One of them was taken by an old man and a toddler, the other one was taken by four girls who seemed to be around the same age as you guys were.   

As you were making your way towards an empty table, you made eye contact with one of the girls sitting at the occupied table. The girl had long black hair, a small face and an intimidating look in her eyes, however, what caught your attention the most was the mole by her mouth. The intimidating looking girl was attractive, you couldn’t deny that, but she wasn’t really your type. You looked towards the girl sitting beside her, and when you locked eyes with her you felt a heat wave coursing through your body, it made you dizzy.

You quickly made your way to an empty seat and tried to calm your increasing heart rate. You felt like your whole body was on fire, especially your left wrist, you felt like the whole café was spinning.

“Is it just me or is this place way too hot? Don’t they have an AC?” you muttered to one of your friends.

She shook her head looking at you with concern in her eyes “I’m actually feeling a little chilly myself, the room feels perfectly normal”.

“I think I’m gonna be sick, I’m feeling a bit nauseous and my whole body feels like it’s on fire” you whined.

As your friend was about to reply, one of the girls from the other table approached you. She stood right beside you and being so close you noticed how tense she looked, yet that wasn’t what you focused on. The girl was beautiful, her short brunette hair complimented her soft facial features perfectly. She looked like an angel, and you would’ve spent forever staring at her if she hadn’t cleared her throat, purposefully shaking you out of your daydream.

The girl swallowed thickly before staring straight into your eyes and saying a combination of words you sure were not expecting to hear today.

“My friend over there thinks you’re hot”.

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As soon as the words left her mouth, Minjeong noticed you tensing up, she heard a gasp coming from one of the other occupants of the table but her whole attention was set on you.

Minjeong had noticed you from the very moment you stepped foot in the café, she felt as if you were calling out to her. When you finally made eye contact Minjeong felt as if her whole world was on fire and she would go insane if she didn’t get close to you. However, to Minjeong’s dismay, she hadn’t been the only to notice you. Her best friend, Jimin, had also set her eyes on you when you walked in.

Jimin insisted that you were without a doubt her soulmate, and Minjeong felt the sudden need to punch her friend. How could she be talking about you like that? Minjeong didn’t like it one bit. As if the world was conspiring against her, Jimin kept pestering her with going up to you and being her wingwoman. Minjeong refused, but everyone knew Jimin was stubborn to a fault. Minjeong doesn’t know how, but she ended up going along with whatever it was that Jimin said and approached you.

“My friend over there thinks you’re hot” Minjeong said in a monotone voice.

You tensed up but quickly regained your composure and narrowed your eyes in her direction.

“Tell your friend I’m not interested”.

Minjeong gasped at your words, the unbearable heat she was feeling was quickly replaced by a sudden chill, yet her right wrist still felt like it was going to burst into flames any second now.

You carefully stared at the stranger before you, analyzing her reaction after you uttered your response. As if deciding something, you abruptly stood up and put out your hand so Minjeong could shake it.

“Hi, I’m y/n” you said with what Minjeong could only describe as the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.

“I’m Minjeong…” she said shyly as she tried to return your bright smile. You giggled at that, the girl standing before you was definitely adorable.

“It’s very nice to meet you, soulmate”.

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A/N: Hi everyone! I wanted to keep this short, sweet and light hearted, I hope you guys enjoy it. If you have any requests or anything let me know, I'm always up for making new friends.

My next work will probably be longer than Meeting Yu again, I'll try to finish it this weekend or so, it will also feature our lovely Yu Jimin so I hope you're as excited for it as I am :)

[stardust-kenobi]

Wildest Fantasies

Rex x F!Reader x Hunter

Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3

A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy

not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(

Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.

You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.

Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.

The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.

Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.

“What’s your wildest fantasy?”

Maker.

Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.

“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.

“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.

“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.

“It’s true!” You insisted.

“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.

“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.

They both shared a hesitant glance.

“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.

“Give us a hint at least”  Hunter persisted.

“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?

“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.

Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.

“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”

“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.

“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.

“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.

“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.

“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.

“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.

“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.

“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.

“Okay fine!”  You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.

Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.

"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.

"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.

You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.

"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"

"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.

The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.

"I dare you…to fuck me"

It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.

“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.

"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.

“More than anything” You purred.

“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.

Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.

They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.

"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.

It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.

"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.

"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.

Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.

Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.

"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.

"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.

With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.

"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.

"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.

"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.

"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.

Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.

"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.

"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.

You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.

Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.

"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"

You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.

"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.

"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.

"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"

The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.

“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.

“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.

Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.

“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.

“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.

Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.

The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.

You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.

You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.

"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.

"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.

"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"

The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.

"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.

They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.

“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.

Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.

As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.

"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.

"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”

An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.

"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.

You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.

"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.

"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.

"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.

"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.

You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.

“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.

“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.

The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.

Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.

“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.

Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.

With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.

Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.

“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.

“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.

“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.

Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.

——

Taglist: @wanderer-six @ilovestarwarsmen725

[hazzyking]

Some fluff. I feel like some people want Buggy fluff.

I had a procedure in July, which left me with scars on my stomach where my uterus is. And when I was "healed" I went to the beach in a bikini and a lot of people stared at me. It made me self-conscious about myself, and I felt like a freak. So. This one shot is called Scars. I'm gonna try and be as ambiguous as possible so that way it can be as truthful to everyone as possible

There's not really a fitting gif for this story... but I like Buggy's smile!!!

Scar Tissue

On the warm sunny days you would usually set up a blanket on the main deck and sprawl out in your bathingsuit to catch some rays, there's nothing you loved more than basking in the golden sun while listening to the waves lap against the hull of the ship.

After a recent battle that left you with new scars on what used to be your "perfect" skin, it's been harder to go out and soak up the sun. Buggy noticed you getting mopey and depressed and he deduced it was because of lack of sunlight. Because men have no understanding of women. And your obviously a plant. "C'mon sweetheart, just humor me- go out in the sun for a few hours like you used to and tell me how you feel after, and if it dosnt work I will continue to try and make you feel better. Please?" Buggy asked pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. He looked at you with those soft eyes that he only ever had for you. You sighed leaning back in the bed.

"I don't want to" you muttered. Buggy's lips pursed and moved to one side in a puzzled face. He then hovered over your body before pressing his whole weight on you and holding you close.

"Please Baby, it'll be good for you. And besides- I have to get some kind of work done today so I think it's best if we both leave the bedroom" Buggy smirked against your skin.

"Fine" you groaned and then squirmed put of Buggy's hold. You went and put on your bathingsuit and grabbed a towel, before you left the room you took a look at yourself in the mirror seeing your scars, your smile faded as you looked at yourself.

"Hey (Y/N)- you look beautiful," Buggy smiled, his hands detaching from him and floating over to squease your shoulders reassuringly. His head then floated over to kiss your cheek. You laugh looking at him, and then his body which was standing infront of the dresser.

"You are so lazy" you giggle. Buggy chuckles as his limps reattach. You take one last look at him before leaving to go and sit on the top deck. You fixed yourself your favorite fruity drink and then laid the towel so it was perfectly flat against the deck you sighed in content as you laid on the towel and began to drift off under the warm sun.

"You'd think all those scars, and she'd lose some of that fat," one of the crew mates said, causing the others to laugh. You sat up and looked over at them, who were all below deck looking in the water. The crew mate kept making scar and fat comments, which made everyone else continue to laugh and kackle loudly at the jokes. You looked down at your ((where ever you may have scars)) and blushed in embarrassment and then covered yourself with your towel and ran back into the captains quarters.

You laid on the bed, still wrapped up in your beach towel all day. Your inner thoughts had left you frozen just staring at the wall. The door to the bedroom had opened and shut again, and the room filled up with the smell of your favorite dinner. Buggy sat on the bed on the side that your back was facing. He placed a hand on your back, running his hand up and down reassuringly. "Sweetheart?" Buggy muttered softly. "I brought you dinner," Buggy said, smiling slightly.

"I'm not hungry," you mutter, hiding under the towel.

"You need to eat something (Y/N)" Buggy sighed.

"I'm not hungry," you said again. Buggy looked down at the plate and got up and set it on the nightstand next to your face, he kneeled down on the ground looking into your eyes, his fingers slowly began to caress your nose lovingly. You blushed, looking into his gentle eyes as tears began to well up in your own.

"The guys were worried about you." Buggy said, and you scoffed. "They were talking about a fish," Buggy chuckled.

"What?" You asked, shocked. You were always the one who was secure and radiated self-confidence. You couldn't believe what he had just told you.

"Yeah. A giant inedible fat fish they had caught, " Buggy laughed again.

"It's not fair that you're laughing at me. Considering no one can say nose or knows in your presence, " you mutter blushing hard in embarrassment.

"You know why I think everyone is making fun of me all the time?" Buggy asked, bopping your nose softly. "Cause when I look in the mirror, I see a freak." Buggy admitted. "And I try the whole confidence thing by being the star of she show and pulling off flashy acts, but... at the end of the day. I'm still just some guy with a big ugly nose, " Buggy said, looking down at the ground. "I get it. Right now, you think you look like a freak. And you think you look bad. That's why when people are laughing, you think it's because they're laughing at you. Out of all the people in the world, I feel like i can understand that most of all. But (Y/N) I think you're beautiful the way you are. And that should count for something, " He continued. He started to look around the room nervously. He had never opened up to anyone like that before. You knew it, too. You felt your heart fill up so much it might explode if he keeps pouring his own heart out.

"Buggy," you begin, reaching your hand out to cup his face, "I love you for who you are. Insecurities and all, " you smile, placing a soft kiss on his nose. "And I love the nose," you smile seeing his face light up.

"Really!?" He smiles brightly.

"Really"

[stardustshelb]

"If It Kills Me" - Jake One Shot

TW: Language. Your name (female) + Jake. 6,339 words.

The song "If It Kills Me" by Jason Mraz inspired me to write this story; each part of the story is inspired by a different part of the song.

Part One

"It would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face,

To know that I know that you know now.

And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking.

You know nothing." - JM

You’re sending me one-worded texts. You’re probably busy. At least that’s what I’m telling myself because why else would you be responding like you’re mad at me? I haven’t done anything to make you angry. If you knew I was spiraling and overthinking like this, you’d probably throw in an emoji, a gif, something to ease my mind. I decided to stop dwelling on the “ok” and “lol” replies and put my phone away. I’m clearly distracted and the last thing I need is Danny getting angry if I throw the tempo off again. 

“Let’s run through that one more time,” Josh said into the microphone. I normally am the serious one who takes control of our practices, but I wasn’t feeling it today. We were going on four hours of rehearsal for our upcoming tour. I was exhausted because I stayed up too late, but that’s the sacrifice you make when the love of your life lives in a different time zone. I listened to Danny count us in, “One, two, three, four,” and began playing my guitar. I tried to focus on the music but thoughts of you kept creeping in. 

When rehearsal finally ended, I checked my phone hoping to see your name on my screen. Nope. You left me on read. Thousands of notifications plague my screen but the one notification I was looking for was nonexistent. I started replaying the last parts of our conversation last night; if you were mad at me for something I said, I truly couldn’t remember. I put my phone in my back pocket and finished packing my stuff up for the day. We had to be back bright and early tomorrow, so thankfully I didn’t have to pack up all of my pedals and amps.

“What are you doing tonight?” Sam asked as he held out a ruby grapefruit White Claw to me. 

“It’s barely 2:00 in the afternoon, man,” I said as I waved his offer away. “Uh, I’m probably going to take it easy tonight and stay in.”

“That’s what you did last night,” Sam said as he shifted his weight to his other foot. He was clearly bummed that I wasn’t up for hanging out.

“Yeah, well, I’m trying to savor my nights at home before I spend them all on the road,” I said with a shrug. I loved touring and playing music more than anything, but I also loved sleeping in my own bed. I just wished you were here to share it with me.

“If you change your mind, call me,” he said as he placed the unopened White Claw down near my boot. He walked away before I could respond. I stared at the can and then grabbed it before walking out to the parking lot. 

When I got home, I took a quick shower and laid on the couch scrolling through the pictures in my camera roll. Our social media team has made several remarks lately that my Instagram was too “dry” and our fans were begging for more content from me. I never really pay much attention to the demands of keeping up an online presence on social media. I scrolled back to March of this year and smiled as I looked at the pictures from our quick trip to the beach. It was the last time we were able to spend time together as just the two of us. We spent four days secluded from the outside world in a condo in Santa Barbara. It was the highlight of my year. I found a picture you took of me when I was staring out into the sunset. My jeans were rolled up to my shins to keep from getting wet as the waves rolled in. I remember the water was so cold I thought my toes were going to turn black. You don’t smoke anymore, but you took a hit (or two) on the joint hanging out of my mouth. I didn’t know you took the picture of me at the time, but I’m thankful you did. If only you knew that at that moment I was cursing the sun for leaving and robbing us of another day together. 

The night passed by quickly. I still hadn’t heard from you and I was trying not to worry. It wasn’t like we were always in constant contact with our busy work schedules, but you should have texted me by now. I was fighting my eyelids to stay awake. I knew you had been working night shifts at the hospital recently, but I knew you were off. Our three-hour time difference really made things difficult for my sleep schedule. While it was almost 2 a.m. for me, I knew you would be awake and scrolling through your plethora of social media apps before getting ready for bed. 

I had an idea that normally worked when I needed a desperate way to grab your attention. I opened my Instagram app for the first time in weeks and hit the plus sign to make a post. I scrolled back to the picture you took of me on the beach and typed the caption, “The fleeting daylight gave me liberation though I longed for staying a captive on the sand.” I hit send and waited for the trap I set to work. I knew you had my Instagram notifications turned on.

I chuckled as I read the comments from fans who always posted the most unhinged shit. Even though my motive was to get a response from you, I still enjoyed reading the interesting comments. And as if I knew you better than you knew yourself, I suddenly was on the receiving end of your FaceTime call. 

“Hey,” I said as I propped the phone up on the pillow next to me. I fought the urge to display a smug smile.

“You have a typo in your Instagram caption,” you said. You had a toothbrush hanging out the side of your mouth and your hair was wrapped up in a towel. 

“Do I?” I asked, playing dumb. Any time I needed a response from you, posting a typo on social media worked 9 times out of 10. Josh just thinks I’m an idiot at this point.

“It doesn’t even make sense,” you said as you leaned down to spit off camera. 

“Fine, I’ll fix it,” I said as I reopened the app to make an edit to the caption. 

“You could have at least given me photographer credits,” you said. I fixed the typo and opened your FaceTime back so I could see your beautiful face full screen. You weren’t paying me any attention as you were doing your nighttime skincare routine. I didn’t care because I was still able to admire you. 

“You and I both know the insanity that would ensue if I tagged you in anything,” I said with a sigh. 

“That’s true,” you said.

“I miss the beach,” I said but fought to replace beach with the word you. Though, you would have seen it all over my face if you were looking at me. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk much today,” you said.

“I was beginning to think you were mad at me,” I admitted. 

“Why would I be mad at you?” you asked as you suddenly stopped rubbing moisturizer into your skin. You stopped looking at yourself in the mirror and stared at your phone–stared at me. I tried to remember what I was saying.

“I–uh–well, you know, you didn’t respond for hours, and uh, when you did, it was um–” I knew I was tripping over my words. I felt my face getting warm because I was flustered.

“I’m not mad at you, Jake. At least not at the moment,” you said with a wink. 

“You know I get into my head sometimes,” I said as I smoothed my hair back.

“Better than anyone. Ok, well, I wanted to pop on real quick to tell you good night,” you said. I could tell you were about to wrap up the call. I hated saying goodbye but I needed to sleep too. 

“Good night, y/n” I said as I watched you finish drying your hair.

“Good night, Jake,” you said before hanging up.

“I love you,” remained silently on my lips. 

Part Two

"Well you and I,

Why, we go carrying on for hours on end.

We get along much better,

Than you and your boyfriend." - JM

“You look like shit,” Josh said. Once again, another sleepless night robbed me of any rest and relaxation before another full morning of rehearsal. Thoughts of you mixed with anticipation for the new tour had my mind racing.

“Yeah, well, we’re twins,” I said as I stirred my coffee. “So, I guess you look like shit too.” I was fighting the urge to add a little whiskey to it if this was how practice was going to go. 

“This is the last practice of the week, so let’s not fuck around and waste any time today,” he added.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned. I didn’t like what he was implying.

“It means get your head out of your ass and finish your coffee so we can get started,” he said. I could sense Josh was angry about something, but there was no telling with him. The smallest inconvenience could set him off. I bit my tongue and let him have his moment of misdirected anger. I finished my cup of coffee and started to plug in my guitar.

“Yesterday we stopped after ‘Frozen Light’ so let’s move on through the rest of the set list,” I said.

“Well, then you’re plugging in the wrong guitar,” Josh said. Confused, I glanced at the taped setlist on my side of the stage and realized our B stage performance was next. 

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“You would know that if you paid any attention yesterday,” Josh said under his breath.

“What the fuck is your problem this morning?” I asked.

“Guys,” Sam said as he stepped in to diffuse the situation. That’s what the three of us did. Whoever was the one outside of the conflict always stepped in to help calm the other two down. But truth be told, it was normally Sam who worked as the middle man. “I’m not acting as the rope for your game of tug-of-war today.” My heart strings pulled a little for my younger brother as I threw my cup of coffee in the trash.

Rehearsal went by a lot quicker today than it did yesterday. I’m sure it was because anger fueled me not to waste a single moment of time so I didn’t have to be here any longer than I had to be. I was looking forward to a couple days off. I wondered if I could make a quick trip to California to see you this weekend. 

“Hey,” I heard Josh’s voice from behind me. I continued to pack up my stuff instead of turning around to face him.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” he said. I stopped messing with my cords and sighed before turning around.

“It’s ok,” I said when I met his eyes.

“I’m stressed about the tour and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” he said. Any ounce of anger I had instantly evaporated. I could tell he needed a hug so I pulled him in. Normally he was the one to initiate physical contact, but I knew what he needed.

“Are you sticking around here for the weekend?” I asked as I let go of our embrace.

“I’m not sure. What about you?” Josh responded.

“I may explore the west coast for a couple days,” I said, rubbing my chin.

“Jake…” Josh’s voice sounded like a warning.

“What?” I asked. He sighed and shook his head, clearly not saying what he wanted to say.

“Tell y/n I said hi,” he said.

“I never said I was going to see her,” I said.

“You didn’t have to,” he added.

“It’s not a good weekend,” you said. Your words immediately broke my heart and I struggled to hold the phone in my hand. I called to see if I could come stay and visit because I hadn’t seen you in nearly three months.

“I thought you said you were off most of this week,” I said, trying to mask the sadness in my voice.

“I am,” you said.

“So why can’t I come? I miss the beach. I miss you,” the words escaped my mouth before I realized it.

“I have plans this weekend,” you said. I could tell you didn’t want to volunteer any more information and that I was going to have to ask to get any details.

“One day on the beach with me is all I ask,” I practically begged.

“Nathan and I are going out of town,” you said. There it was. The reason you were being so short and vague. You knew how I felt about him; I just wish you knew how I felt about you.

“He’s still around?” I asked.

“Jake, I’m not having this conversation again,” you said. I could hear the frustration in your voice.

“Where are you guys going?” I asked. I really didn’t want to know any details because I didn’t want to think about Nathan any more than I had to. I was struggling to play nice.

“He’s taking me to his parents’ house in Malibu,” you said. I felt my chest tighten.

“You’re meeting his parents?” I asked.

“Yes, Jake. Is that ok with you?” you asked sarcastically. 

“You know you don’t need my permission for anything. I can’t say the same for Nathan,” I added. I tasted the bitterness of my insult. You didn’t immediately respond so I knew my words made an impact. I then heard you speaking but I couldn’t tell what you were saying. The sound was muffled as if your hand was covering the phone.

“Hello?” I asked. I continued listening to the muffled conversation and realized he was currently there with you. I couldn’t make out what you two were saying but I was growing more and more frustrated by the second. “Y/n?” I asked again, hoping for a response, but I continued to sit on the metaphorical back burner.

“Sorry about that,” you said. “Hey, I’ve got to finish packing but I will call you tomorrow.”

“Sure, of course. I will talk to you tomorrow,” I said as you ended the call.

I made myself a drink and debated calling one of the guys to come over and hangout. It was only 8:00 p.m. but I felt the exhaustion from the last two days taking its toll on me. Well, the tequila in my drink probably didn’t help. I figured I should take advantage of some extra hours of sleep. I polished off my glass and slowly shuffled to my bedroom. I put my phone on the charger and collapsed into my bed. For once, I didn’t have to lie awake as I slowly sunk into the pillow.

Part Three

"How long, can I go on like this,

Wishing to kiss you

Before I rightly explode?

Well this double life I lead isn't healthy for me.

In fact, it makes me nervous.

If I get caught, I could be risking it all." - JM

I didn’t realize that I slept for over 14 hours when I rolled over to check the time on my phone. Both my body and my mind really needed to rest. I scrolled through the notifications on my screen with tired eyes until I spotted two missed calls from you. As if you were a shot of espresso, I was immediately awake. You didn’t leave me a voicemail but you had called me at what would be 1 a.m. your time. I sat up straight and nervously called you back.

“Hello?” you answered on the first ring. Your voice sounded strange.

“Hey, I’m sorry I missed your calls last night. What’s going on?” I asked.

“If you’re still wanting to come to California, I’m free,” you said.

“I’ll be on the next flight,” I said as I hurried to get out of bed. 

“Thanks, Jake,” you said. I could tell you were on the verge of tears, so I decided not to press for any details yet. We could talk it out once I got there.

I landed in Santa Barbara just after 7 p.m. and headed through the small California airport. It was surprisingly easy finding a last-minute flight, but it wasn’t easy getting through the airport. Even today, I am still taken aback by the attention I receive from fans. I texted you to find out where to meet you and made my way down the escalator. I was only staying for two nights so I threw everything I needed into my backpack. I can travel light. I waited outside and kept my head down until I saw your car rolling up. To my surprise, Nathan was in the passenger seat. I felt sick. You immediately jumped out of the car and ran straight to me. I wanted to pick you up and spin you around, but I knew that would not make a great first impression with your boyfriend.

“I’m so happy to see you!” you squealed as I lingered in your welcoming embrace. Everything I had planned to say to you was no longer relevant now that he was here. 

“I’m happy to be here,” I said as you finally let go. I could feel Nathan staring at us but I kept my eyes locked on your beautiful face. Your naturally long eyelashes fluttered and I swore I stopped breathing.

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

“Famished, actually,” I said, realizing all I’ve eaten today were the free snacks the airline gives you. 

“Good because I made lasagna,” you said as you stood on your tiptoes.

“Did you follow your famous recipe?” I asked.

“From a box?” you asked with a laugh.

“Shh, we pretend, remember?” I asked. Before you could respond, we both jumped at the sound of your car horn. Nathan’s impatience seemed to get the best of him. I grinded my teeth before taking a deep breath. So much for first impressions.

“Come on,” you said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. I relaxed my fingers, which I didn’t realize were balled up into a fist, before following you to your car. I slid into the backseat and channeled my inner Josh so I could act like I was excited about meeting Nathan.

“Hey, man. I’m Jake,” I said, sticking my arm out to shake his hand. He turned around and looked at me like I was covered in dirt. 

“Hello, Jake,” he said, finally grabbing my hand unenthusiastically. “I’m Dr. Turner.” Give me a break. You got into the car and smiled when you saw us shaking hands.

“Oh good, I didn’t have to do the introductions,” you said with a wink.

I learned your weekend trip to Malibu was canceled when Nathan–or Dr. Turner–found out he needed to be on call at the hospital last minute. I could tell you were disappointed, but I’m not sure if that was the reason you sounded like you were crying on the phone this morning. I made a mental note to ask you about it when we had some privacy. I knew Nathan was staying for dinner but I was praying to whatever God who was listening that he wouldn’t be staying the night as well. I needed alone time with you. 

When we got back to your place, I made my way to your guest room to put my backpack up. I checked in with the guys to let them know I had made it safely to your place. I guess news of me being in California was all over Twitter and Instagram because our social media manager sent me screenshots of some pictures I took with fans in the airport. I knew we’d have to lay low now that I was here to keep your identity hidden. The last thing you or I needed were pictures of us circulating online with rumors. I started to make my way out of the bedroom when I stopped in the doorway. I could hear you and Nathan having what sounded like an argument, and I didn’t want to interrupt. I leaned in closer to the hallway to eavesdrop.

“He can’t get a hotel room?” Nathan asked.

“I’m not making my best friend stay in a hotel,” you said as you closed the oven door.

“He can afford it,” he said with a scoff.

“I don’t concern myself with other people’s finances, Nathan. You know that. People could say the same thing about me dating a doctor,” you said. I rolled my eyes.

“I just don’t like the idea of another guy staying the night with you,” he said.

“He’s not staying with me. He’s sleeping in another room. Plus I’ve known Jake almost my entire life. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve slept under the same roof,” you said.

“I would feel more comfortable if I were here too,” he said. I felt my blood start to boil. 

“Please trust me, Nathan. I’ve never given you a reason not to,” you said. I couldn’t handle listening any longer so I made my way out of the hallway and walked into the kitchen. When you saw me, you pulled away from Nathan. I’m not sure if you noticed–but both he and I did. I’m sure that unconscious movement only fueled his insecurities even more. 

Dinner went better than one would expect. It appears everyone–including myself–is a great actor. One would have never guessed Nathan didn’t want me there with the way he was asking me questions about my life with the band. If I didn’t know half of what I already knew about him, I’d think he was a pretty good guy. You beamed watching the two of us converse. I gazed at your full lips across the table as they broke into a smile. I wanted nothing more than to kiss them. 

“Nothing like a home-cooked meal,” you said with a laugh. I gave you a soft smile.

“Stouffer’s is a specialty with this one,” Nathan said, pulling you into a side hug. “I’m hoping she’ll learn her way around a kitchen eventually.”

“I will take anything that’s not fast food at this point,” I said. I stared at the glass mason jar of strawberry lemonade you so kindly made AKA mixed Crystal Light with water. I knew you had a busy schedule at the hospital and worked so hard as a nurse. And I knew you had to fend a lot for yourself growing up. I was just proud that you made a life for yourself and lived unapologetically. I didn’t care that you never took an interest in cooking. You never tried to be anyone but yourself and I loved that about you.

“Well, it would be nice to have something that wasn’t full of preservatives every once in a while,” Nathan said with a laugh. I looked up to meet his eyes and if looks could kill, he’d be a goner. You sensed my sudden change in mood and laughed at his joke–a laugh that you and I both knew was fake and forced.

“I’m a great cook, actually. What about you Nathan?” I said.

“A man’s place doesn’t belong in the kitchen. Plus, I’m too busy with surgeries and–” he was saying.

“The 1900s called. They want their sexist views back,” I joked. You let out a wild laugh, one that was so not fake. I watched Nathan squirm in his seat before forcing a smile. Before he could respond, the ringing of his work phone distracted us.

“Great,” he muttered before excusing himself from the table. When he was out of the room, you and I locked eyes and you started that wild laugh again.

“Jacob Thomas Kiszka, you are horrible,” you said. I loved when you used my full name.

“What kind of backwards ideology is that?” I asked. I wasn’t joking anymore.

“He was raised differently,” you said, smoothing the napkin in your lap. 

“Does he call his mom Mother? Be honest,” I said, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

“Jake…” you said.

“Holy shit, he does!” I exclaimed. We both were laughing hysterically when Nathan came back into the room.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Jake just told me a funny story,” you said nervously.

“I like to laugh,” Nathan said as he joined us at the table.

“Do you have to leave, darling?” you asked. I could taste the bile in my throat after hearing you call him that.

“Yeah, here in a second. I want to hear this hilarious story first,” he said as he met my stare.

“It’s really an inside joke. You wouldn’t–” you started.

“I’m waiting,” Nathan said, not breaking my eye contact. Just then, I fantasized about stabbing him in the neck with the fork in my hand. 

“I was telling y/n the story about how Josh–that’s my brother–sometimes acts in his diva persona,” I was trying to come up with something on the fly. I’m sure anyone with a brain would know I was lying, but I kept going. “And when he’s this super bitch–his words–he makes life hell for us all.”

“And that’s…funny?” Nathan asked.

“If you knew him, yes,” I said. 

“Right. Well, I’ve been called in for surgery. Another with cirrhosis of the liver. They’re a dime a dozen nowadays,” Nathan said. It was hard to believe he was talking about another human life. I wouldn’t want someone who didn’t see value in another person’s soul operating on me. He wouldn’t give a shit if I lived or died. I’d be just another body on the operating table to him. “That’s why I’ve encouraged y/n to stop drinking. Nasty stuff. Jake, you should consider it too.”

“Thanks for the medical advice, doc,” I said.

“I’m serious. Alcohol is poison. But then again, so are all of the preservatives we consume in our instant lemonades and frozen lasagnas, so what the hell do I know?” he laughed. Nobody laughed along with him this time.

“I’ll walk you out,” you said as you pushed yourself away from the table. I wasn’t sure if you were needing a break from yet another one of his passive aggressive insults, or if you were trying to get him away from me before I did something that would put me behind bars for the rest of my life.

Part Four

"If I should be so bold,

I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand.

I'd tell you from the start how I longed to be your man.

But I never said a word,

I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again." - JM

We spent the rest of the evening sitting on your couch and catching up. We talked every day but having this time with you in person felt completely different. You wanted to know everything about our new tour and I could feel the excitement radiating off of you. 

“Will you be there opening night?” I asked.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you said. “I have a confession.”

“Oh?” I asked as I moved closer to you. 

“I have a bottle of tequila stashed in the cabinet above the refrigerator,” you whispered.

“You know how I feel about alcohol, and don’t even get me started on preservatives,” I said sarcastically. You threw a pillow at me before jumping up to grab it. I watched you climb on top of your kitchen counter to be able to reach your hidden contraband. You jumped down off the counter and ran back to join me on the couch with the forbidden bottle of tequila tucked under your arm.

“If you can guess my favorite song off the new album, I will take a shot. If you get it wrong, you have to take a shot,” you said, holding the bottle out to me. 

“So I have a 90% chance of taking a shot,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“The odds are definitely in my favor,” you said with a laugh. I studied your face for a moment. I wanted to tell you how you were the inspiration for my most favorite song that I’ve ever written. Josh heard it once and knew it belonged on the album. I wanted to explain how my time on the beach with you earlier this year inspired the story behind the song. Every word, every line to the song “Waited All Your Life” was written about you. You were the song. But how could I ever admit that?

“Runway Blues?” I guessed. I knew it wouldn’t be it. And for a moment, I swear a look of disappointment flashed across your face for a brief moment.

“Nope! Take a shot!” you said as you proudly held the bottle to me.

“What was the right answer?” I asked as I unscrewed the lid. I put the bottle to my lips and wondered when it touched yours last. 

“‘Waited All Your Life’ is my favorite,” you said with a soft smile. I felt my chest tighten at your admission and took a shot of tequila straight from the bottle. 

“Mine too,” I said so quietly I wondered if you even heard me. “Hey, can we go to the beach tomorrow? Just the two of us?” 

“Yeah, that sounds perfect,” you said as you grabbed the bottle from me. You took a shot and I envied the bottle that got to kiss your lips. 

After talking and laughing for several hours on the couch, you got a text from Nathan that the surgery went well and he was headed home for the night. 

“Home as in…?” I asked.

“Home as in his own home. We don’t live together, Jake,” you said as you looked up at me under your lashes.

“I know, I know,” I said as I sighed with relief. You screwed the lid back on the bottle of tequila before climbing back up to stash it away for another time. When you came back into the living room, you stood at the end of the couch and yawned. Unfortunately, I knew what was coming.

“I think we should call it a night,” you said. I didn’t want this night to end. Carpe noctem.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” I lied.

“Don’t set an alarm. Sleep in and we’ll go to the beach whenever we feel like it tomorrow,” you said. I didn’t want to sleep at all. I didn’t want to waste a single moment when I’m here with you.

“Ok, sounds like a plan,” I said as I stood up. I walked closer to you and I watched you suck in a breath.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you said quietly.

“Me too,” I said as I wrapped my arms around you.

“Good night, Jake,” you said.

“Good night, y/n,” I whispered.

After my shower, I laid on the bed in the guest bedroom and stared at the ceiling fan for what felt like an eternity. Thoughts of you, thoughts of us, thoughts of Nathan, the beach, tequila, and your song clouded my mind. I wanted to get out of bed and knock on your bedroom door. I wanted to admit every thought and feeling I’ve hidden from you for years. I wanted to admit how I’ve kept this secret from you for so long and it kills me nearly every day. I wanted to cry and scream and then cry some more. I wanted to hold you. But I just laid there and stared at the ceiling fan as the blades moved in a perfect rotation. Maybe tomorrow I’d admit these things to you. Maybe when we’re on the beach I’d finally find courage amongst the waves. I closed my eyes and let the hope for tomorrow guide my dreams for tonight.

Part Five

"And all I really want to do is to feel you.

It's a feeling inside that keeps building.

I will find a way to you if it kills me.

If it kills me.

It might kill me." - JM

I helped unload your adirondack chairs from the back of your car when we found a spot on the beach that was secluded from both the locals and the tourists. There was a walk-up bar not too far from us, but still far enough away that we felt like we were the only two people on the beach. I kept my sunglasses on as I faced the ocean, admiring the sunlight reflecting off the water. I watched you apply your sunscreen and waited for you to ask me to help you apply it to your back and neck. 

“Do you mind helping?” you asked, turning away from me and moving your hair to the side. I grabbed the bottle and started to rub the lotion on your back. I took my time because I wanted to feel every inch of your soft skin. 

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked as I continued rubbing the sunscreen on your shoulders. I finally felt enough courage to ask about the phone call since I couldn’t see your eyes.

“Always,” you said.

“When I talked to you on the phone yesterday morning… You sounded like you were crying,” I quietly admitted. I waited for you to say something but the silence lingered in the air. 

“I was,” you said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, Jake,” you said as you dropped your head. I stared at the back of your neck waiting for the right words to come to me.

“You know you can talk to me about anything,” I said.

“I know,” you said. I put my hands on your shoulders and pulled for you to turn to face me. When you met my eyes, I could see they were hiding something.

“Y/n, what’s bothering you?” I asked. You sighed as you put your sunglasses on, attempting to camouflage your emotions.

“Nathan and I got into an argument that night and I called you in the heat of the moment. But we worked it out by the time you called me back the next morning. I was still upset and just needed to see my best friend,” you said as you reached out to squeeze my hand. “I miss you so much.”

“Loving a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be,” I sang a line from one of your favorite Journey songs as I let your hand stay in mine. I knew what I had to do to make you smile.

“Oh, girl, you stand by me,” you sang playfully. You loved when I sang, especially when it was a song off of your comfort playlist.

“I’m forever yours,” I sang back to you, meaning every word I said.

“Faithfully,” you sang as you let go of my hand. I wanted the lyrics to be true for you like they were for me. You laid your head back on your chair and basked in the sunlight. 

“Y/n?” I asked.

“Mhm?” you replied, still sunbathing.

“I–” I began, but stopped speaking when your phone started ringing.

“Sorry, this is work,” you said as you fished your phone out of your tote bag. I watched your face turn to disappointment behind the sunglasses. “Hello?” you said as you answered. You got up and walked away to take the phone call. I turned my attention away from you and looked out toward the waves. I knew our time together was ending quicker than I wanted it to. I was supposed to fly back home first thing tomorrow morning, and we were supposed to spend the entire day together on the beach, but my gut told me those plans were about to change. Being a musician, I was no stranger to abrupt changes and I quickly learned how to adapt to the unexpected. Nothing in my life ever goes according to plan anymore. I glanced your direction and watched you pace back and forth, still talking to whoever it was on the phone. I turned back toward the water and savored what I knew would be my final moments here on the beach. Another chance I would never take washed away on the shore line. I wiped the tear that escaped my eye as you walked back toward your empty chair. You didn’t have to say it; I knew.

“I am so sorry, Jake,” you began.

“Do we need to go?” I asked.

“Yes,” you said with a sigh. Without another word, I stood up and helped grab the chairs to make our way back to your car.

“Please feel free to stay in my house until I get back. I only have to go in for a few hours to help locate and fix some medical charts that got mishandled. I don’t have to work a full shift tonight,” you said. 

“Sure, of course,” I lied. I’d be searching for the next flight out of California the second you walked out the door. I knew you would be upset that I planned to leave without a proper goodbye, but I left what I needed to say out on the beach. The waves carried my broken heart back to the ocean. My unspoken words would forever remain buried in the sand.

Eventually, I would find my way back there when you were ready to hear them.

It wasn’t our time, yet. And it kills me that maybe it never will be.

The End

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TARGETS - 24 - A Woman’s Instinct

Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organisation The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted.  (AU Espionage Story)

A/N: I’m SO happy that so many of you are enjoying this story. Thank you all for the love!

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Roman sat quietly on the window seat of Leona’s guest room, looking down at the shrubbery below. It was an inconspicuous, harmless-looking garden, but Roman knew Leona had it booby-trapped. He stared out into the distance, his rampant thoughts having kept him awake for hours.

Twenty-four hours had passed since Roman and Jasmine sought refuge in Leona's home. He was still trying to process the fact that he was now a fugitive. He had no job, no home, and it turned out The Authority had frozen his bank accounts and his assets, essentially grounding him if he wanted to flee the country like his girlfriend wanted. The hunter had become the hunted. 

When did things become such a mess? More importantly, why did The Authority want him dead? Because he met Jasmine? Decided to pursue a relationship with her? He hadn't known who she really was until just over three weeks ago. If Xavier Woods was indeed correct and The Authority and F.L.O.R.A. had known their true identities all this time, then why had they not said anything to him? Why hadn't they warned him?

Simple. The Authority had never trusted him.

That was the only explanation he had. He'd played it over and over in his head and that was the conclusion he kept coming to. But if they thought coming after him would change his mind about being with Jasmine, that he would not retaliate in some way or form...then they were gravely mistaken. He'd given The Authority his entire adult life, and they betrayed him simply because he fell in love. Well, he wasn't going down, not without a fight. Not without taking the whole fucking lot of them with him.

“You’re fine as fuck, you know that?”

His girlfriend’s soft, semi-sleepy voice yanked him out of his thoughts. She stared at her boyfriend from her vantage point on the small bed, a dreamy smile on her pretty face. Roman felt his body relax as he returned her smile. He took his foot off the ledge and set it on the floor. “Come here,” he said.

Getting out of the bed, Jasmine strolled over to him. Even wearing just his t-shirt, she looked mesmerizing. He opened his arms out to her and she crawled onto his lap, giving him a soft, gentle kiss in greeting. “Mmm, fine and cuddly. Good morning, my love,” she said, stroking the back of his head.

“Mornin’, baby girl.” Roman held her close, pressing a kiss to her neck as he locked his arms securely around her slender waist. In the months they’d been together, she had woken in him a need for closeness and intimacy that he had never felt before. She showed him a lot of affection and he found himself doing the same with her. It made him feel good. “You comfy like this?” he asked. 

“Mm hmm,” she murmured, hearing his sharp inhale when she shifted, sitting right on his groin. “You alright, baby?”

The smirk in her tone told him his little minx knew exactly what she was doing. “I’m fine,” he murmured through gritted teeth. 

“You sure?” She rolled her hips, deliberately this time. 

“Behave, Leona is right next door,” he warned. This was how she had teased him last night, grinding her ass against his groin as they lay in bed together, with him unable to do anything because they were guests in his former mentor’s house.

“Look at you, getting all pious on me. Thought your self-control was impeccable,” she teased.

Growling, he palmed her ass and rubbed his nose in the crook of her neck. “It used to be. Then I met your sexy ass and all of that went to shit.”

Giggling softly, she massaged the back of his head and kissed his temple. “If that’s your version of a compliment, then thank you.”

Roman chuckled at her little quip and inhaled her scent with a deep sigh. She was all he had left now, the only thing in his life that meant anything to him. Her familiar warmth enveloped him, calmed him. Their arms wrapped a little tighter around each other, savoring this private, peaceful moment. The quiet after the storm. For now.

“It’s my birthday today,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

Taken by surprise, Jasmine pulled back to look into his eyes and realized he was not joking. “Wait, for real?”

“Mm-hmm, but I don’t acknowledge it. It’s just any other day for me.”

“Why?”

Exhaling heavily, Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, already hating the feelings bubbling within him. “My parents split up on my seventh birthday.  Every year after that, my mom would lock me out of the house for the entire day. Said giving birth to me was the worst day of her life and she didn’t need to be reminded of it. Shit went on for years.”

She couldn’t fathom it. In the twelve years she’d known her parents for, she was showered with gifts every year for her birthday. In her father and mother’s eyes, she was their little princess and they treated her as such. It saddened her to know her boyfriend did not grow up with the same happy memories. “I’m sorry to say this, but your mother was a terrible human being,” said Jasmine, barely containing her fury. “How could she treat her own child like that?” 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s the truth.”

“Maybe, but that don’t make it right. She was supposed to love and care for you but she didn’t, and that kills me for you, baby.” She caressed the back of his head, her heart breaking afresh for him. “We’ve never really talked about having kids,” she pointed out. “Is that why? Do you not want any because of your childhood trauma?”

“I don’t know if it’s trauma…”

“Of course it is! From everything you’ve told me, your childhood was a nightmare. You lived in poverty. Your mother had your father murdered. She physically abused you for years. You killed her and her boyfriend. That’s not normal, Roman. Not at all.”

“I have never been normal, baby girl, and I’ve made peace with it. Besides, our line of work is too dangerous to bring children into. You know that.”

“We can teach them to defend themselves,” she replied. “I wish I knew how to fight when I was younger. That way, I could probably have saved my parents...”

They had talked about so much on the train ride to Vermont, including their acutely contrasting upbringing. Jasmine lived a serene life as a child, carefree and sheltered and innocent. It broke Roman’s heart to know that all of that had been brutally ripped away from her, that she had had to witness the horror of her parents’ murder, and was forced to turn to this violent, cold life. “You didn’t stand a chance against five armed men. You were a kid.”

“I could have tried.”

“You can’t possibly blame yourself for their deaths, baby girl. There was nothing you could do.”

She lowered her head, her voice small and sad. “It’s been so hard to come to terms with that. Even after I threw that motherfucker off the roof, it didn’t feel enough. Though I got closure, I didn’t feel all that much better because I was never getting my parents back. My work has been my coping mechanism ever since.”

“And look at us now. All fucked up and killing people for a living. Speaking of, how many?” Roman asked.

“How many what?”

“How many people have you taken out?"

Jasmine's eyes narrowed at the strange question. "Really? You wanna know this because?"

"I'm just curious," he defended. "Just give me a number, then I won't ask anything else, I promise."

Jasmine looked away.

"Okay, I'll go first," Roman offered. She pursed her lips, knowing this was the only way they would move on. "Alright, you first. How many?"

He shrugged, looking at his hands. "Round figure, probably about two hundred, two fifty total. You?"

"Including the man that murdered my parents?" she calculated, "Three hundred and seventy-six."

Roman went pale. "Holy shit!"

"You asked, I told," she shrugged.

"How the hell did you get to that figure?" he exclaimed.

"Some were in groups. Five, ten." She leveled her boyfriend with an amused glare. "Does it bother you?"

Roman swallowed. "No."

Jasmine eyed him for a moment before dissolving into giggles. “Liar. But don’t worry, you’ll get over it,” she whispered with a kiss to his cheek, leaning into him. "I want to get in contact with Rose. Give her a call." When his brows furrowed questioningly, she added, "My colleague from F.L.O.R.A."

"F.L.O.R.A.?" Roman's eyes widened with indignation. "You fuckin’ with me, right?"

"I'm not. I trust her."

"I trust Ambrose and Rollins too but you don't see me making contact with them because it’s too fucking risky! And how do you know you won't lead them all right here with the phone call? What about Leona? She’s already been compromised enough with us just being here."

"Which is why I'm not making the call here, doofus," she explained, genuinely offended that he thought she could make such a rookie mistake. "I'm heading into town in a few days to make the call with a pay phone. Once I'm done, I'll come back here." She rolled her eyes at the disapproving look on his features. "Look, I trust Rose. I know her, and she knows me better than anyone else...including you. I truly believe she has nothing to do with what's going on. Maybe she could help us get out of this mess."

Roman frowned, not happy at all. "Sounds like you've got everything all planned out."

Jasmine sighed. "Baby, don’t start.”

Looking into her eyes, he could tell she was getting upset with him. She was just trying to help, doing what she thought was best to save them both, and he berated himself silently for his petulance. "Sorry. I know I'm being a dick."

"Again," she reminded him.

"Again," he agreed, rubbing her back as he stared up at her. "I just don't want anything to happen to you." 

His voice was quiet, worried, and Jasmine was touched. "I'll be fine. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself. You of all people should know that." Smiling, she traced the lines of his pec tattoo with her finger. "Still...I love that you worry about me."

Roman cupped her face between his big hands and pressed his forehead to hers. "Of course I do. You're my girl and I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered back, right before his lips met hers. The next few minutes were spent kissing and caressing each other with eager mouths and hands. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her breasts and her beautiful body. Tossing it aside, her mouth was back on his in a flash, framing his face with both hands as she delved deeper inside his mouth with her tongue. She reached down between their bodies and dipped her hand inside his shorts. His head spun the second her fingers made contact with his hard flesh. “Baby…” he breathed against her lips.

“Hmm?” she murmured distractedly, occupied with trying to suck his lips off his face while stroking his dick with intent.

“Babe, Leona…”

“We’ll be quiet,” she convinced him, taking his hands and placing them on her titties to keep him occupied. He dug in from then, squeezing them eagerly and sucking one nipple into his mouth. Her tits were always soft and perfect and felt just right in his hands. He played with her right nipple with his tongue. The soft, yet firm piece of skin rolled around his tongue as her whimpers were becoming soft moans.

“Shh,” he warned, his voice muffled with a mouthful of titty.

“I can’t help it Daddy, it feels so good,” she gasped, biting her lip as he sucked her other nipple, massaging her breasts with his large hands. His tongue was warm and lashed hungrily at the hardened peak, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her when his teeth grazed it.

Roman stopped and glared playfully at her. “I’ll gag you if I have to,” he said sternly. In the same breath he realized he should have chosen his words more wisely, as the twinkle in her eye told him she was all for it. His sexy little slut. He recaptured her mouth in a deep, branding kiss, tangling his tongue with hers. Jasmine’s hand slid back down, pulling his dick out of his shorts with urgency. Roman grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“How bad do you want it?" he taunted.

"Oh, you doin’ this shit on purpose, aren't you?" Jasmine said.

"Damn right," he smiled.

"Roman, please…." she begged. Her body began to grind against him, desperate for him to be inside her. He relented and allowed her to guide his erect shaft into her. The pair immediately moaned from the intense feeling of her sliding down his length. Knowing that this needed to be quick, Roman rocked Jasmine back and forth on his cock. She reached back to rest her hands on his thighs as she rolled her ass with vigor, taking him deep inside her. The way she handled his dick did things to him. He was bigger than most, but she took that shit like a champ and he couldn’t help but be impressed. She was going in on the dick, riding him better than she had ever ridden him before. Roman rested his head on the window and allowed the pleasure to take over. 

“You are so sexy, babe. You been makin’ me feel some type of way for a long time,” he told Jasmine, caressing her gyrating ass with his lust-filled gaze boring into hers.

“Mmm, I like to hear that, Daddy.” This time she leaned forwards, gripping his shoulders as she continued to grind and roll herself down on him, showering his parted lips with playful kisses and licks. He soon tired of the chase and covered his mouth with hers in a kiss that curled her toes. His big hands slid up and down her waist before landing a sharp slap to her backside, his stomach tightening when she whimpered and he felt her get wetter. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she started bouncing rapidly on him. They moaned breathlessly into each other's mouths in sync with their skin smacking together loudly and wetly in repetition. She was fucking him dumb and he was loving it. 

Letting out another groan, Roman grabbed Jasmine by the hips and guided her up and down his dick with more force. She arched her head back and moaned his name, her nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders. 

“Mm-hmm, moan my name again, baby…Say my name,” he grunted as he took a handful of her hair and gently pulled.

"Roman…Fuck, Daddy, you hittin’ my spot," she whimpered, her mouth falling open and panting in ecstasy when he held her down on him and rolled his hips upwards from underneath, his dick raking her g-spot over and over. "Oh god, yeah, Roman..."

God, he could listen to her call out for him forever. He felt his dick harden inside her as his release approached. His hands tightened on her hips as he made her ride him harder, too wrapped up in the heat of passion to bother about Leona anymore. Anyone who could see them from outside was getting a hell of a show right now. Jasmine planted her hands on the windowpane for leverage, going up and down on him, up and down, soaking his dick with her wet pussy and making his eyes roll back with a throaty whine. His breathing accelerated with the manic rocking of her hips, as she was clearly determined to make him come, and come hard. 

“Come in me, Daddy, I want your cum inside me,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby girl? Want me to fill your pussy up with my cum?”

“Uh huh.” She kissed his lips, and then his neck. “Please, Daddy. I want it.”

Her needy, breathy voice was the pin to his grenade. He gripped her ass tightly and arched his hips, cussing loudly as he bust hard and deep inside her. It was like his soul was leaving his body, it felt that amazing. Realizing he had left her behind, he quickly reached down to play with her clit as she kept riding him. Instantly she clamped around his pulsing dick, and he groaned at the sensation, gripping her hair in his fist and giving it another firm tug. Strumming his fingers faster over her clit, he cursed under his breath as he felt her continue to tighten, and moments later, she was screaming into his shoulder, shaking in his arms as she climaxed, collapsing against him when it was all over.

The Samoan was in a daze. His girl just fucked the shit out of him and it blew his mind. Easing her off his dick, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, rubbing up and down her back as her face rested in the crook of his neck, both struggling to catch their breaths as they gradually regained control of their senses. Behind him, the window was fogged up thanks to her heavy breathing on the glass. It was a great start to his morning and he loved every minute of it.

“I should get you a present since it’s your birthday, right?” said Jasmine, lifting her head up to smile at him.

“The only present I want is something to tie up your hands with, some lube, and somewhere we can’t be heard,” Roman answered, letting his hands slide downwards to squeeze her behind. “I plan to make you scream from how good I fuck you tonight.”

Damn. That in itself warranted another kiss, which she happily gifted him. “I’ll see about it.”

“Good girl.”

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After showering and getting dressed, Jasmine headed downstairs and found Leona bustling about in the kitchen. She noticed how much the older woman liked to cook, like to keep herself busy in the kitchen. A coping mechanism, perhaps. It was not uncommon among retired assassins. 

"Do you need some help?" she offered.

Leona looked up and smiled. "Yes, please. Help me cut those up." She pointed at some carrots and bell peppers, a chopping board and a kitchen knife. "I'm making stir-fry. Chicken and vegetables. Is that okay?”

"Definitely. That sounds tasty. Do you know it’s his birthday today? I’d like to do something nice, like make a flourless cake for him," Jasmine pointed out, and blushed at the small smile Leona threw her way. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just nice to see two young people in love, against all odds," Leona commented.

A loving smile lit up the former F.L.O.R.A agent’s face. "I didn’t know I could ever feel like this about anybody. I care so much for him, Leona."

"I know. I see the way you look at each other and treat each other. Both of you are beautiful together." 

There was something regretful about Leona's tone that triggered the curiosity that had lingered within Jasmine since the day they arrived, rather unceremoniously, at her doorstep.

"You're not really retired, are you?" she said, her eyes on Leona, and she watched as the older woman froze, her kitchen knife suspended in mid-air. When she didn't respond, Jasmine seized the opening and barreled on. "When Roman and I showed up...you were clearly anticipating someone when you tackled me. You thought we were being followed. I got a feeling you've never treated Roman like that before. Plus you've still got weapons hidden everywhere and a rigged garden. I know that's the standard of living for a retired assassin. We never really feel safe, even after all is said and done." Jasmine peered closely at Leona, who still hadn't moved. "But there's something more. You're hiding from someone. You've been hiding all this time."

Leona slowly turned, and Jasmine saw the truth radiating in her eyes. A sardonic chuckle left the older woman's lips. "Roman's known me for years and I don’t think he’s ever guessed. You've only been here twenty-four hours and you've already figured it out. I've underestimated you."

"Let's just say it's a woman's instinct," Jasmine offered.

Leona remained silent, but Jasmine could hear the faint echo of that wordless mental scream grow louder and louder, as whatever secret anguish the former assassin had carried within herself all this time was dragged back to the surface. Jasmine approached her, placing a hand on her arm. The gesture seemed to literally rip Leona away from her thoughts and bring her back to reality. Jasmine met her gaze solemnly. "You can tell me," she encouraged.

For a long time, Leona did not move. Then, she looked around the kitchen for a moment, her expression remorseful, as though apologizing for tainting her place of Zen with her morbid memories. She gently led Jasmine to the table and sat her down. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak.

"I was an agent at The Authority for many years, and I served as Director for most of my time there. The current Director was my protégé back then. I taught him everything he knew, and we worked well together. My story is quite similar to yours. I fell in love with a man, a target I was supposed to eliminate. His name was Dwayne. He was a bodybuilder who wanted to be an actor. He had big, big dreams." A small smile crossed her face at the memory. "I loved him the moment I laid eyes on him. He was just so different and so amazing. We began seeing each other, but he didn't know who I really was, what I did for a living, and he was better off not knowing if I was going to keep him safe. I lied about taking out Dwayne and kept him a secret, and for a long time it worked.

"Until Hunter found out. He told me to either eliminate Dwayne, or give up my position as Director of the Authority. Either way, he planned to expose me. I always knew he wanted power but I never realized he would blackmail me. I agreed to kill Dwayne, but instead I tried to hide him away. I knew my actions had consequences, but I didn't care what they did to me. All I cared about was that I loved Dwayne, and Dwayne loved me. I had to tell him everything, and he listened the entire time. Not once did he judge me. Not once. I put his safety first. He was the only thing that mattered to me."

"Did he escape?" Jasmine asked, although she could already guess the answer.

Leona's eyes glazed over. "No. The Authority found him, and they executed him right in front of me. Put three bullets in his head. His head was blown apart before the third bullet hit..." The older woman trailed off, pressing a hand to her mouth to keep from sobbing. Jasmine watched in silence, unsure whether to comfort her or not.

Leona had composed herself enough to speak again, ending Jasmine's internal debate. "I knew…I knew Hunter was in love with me. He'd mentioned it a number of times to me in private, but I never took him seriously. I didn't feel that way about him, and even if I did, it was a risk for us to ever have a relationship in the kind of environment we were in. He accused me of choosing love over my duties to The Authority, but I knew the truth. He felt betrayed that I chose another man, a civilian, over him. So he sent people after us. They abducted me and Dwayne and they murdered him. Then they tortured me, bound and gagged me and threw me into the deepest part of the Hudson River; all on Hunter's orders. He stood there and let Dwayne die, he watched them toss me into that water like I was a bag of trash, and he didn't even flinch."

Jasmine felt a sense of guilt ripple through her. She herself had done many a dump job before, but this was the first time it was invoking an emotional response in her. "I'm so sorry."

Leona's tears had given way to a resigned numbness. It would never be easy reliving that part of her life. "I survived. I still don't know how I did it, but I did. Washed up on dry land after managing to free myself of my bonds. I could have fled the country but I decided to come to Vermont. All these years have passed and I'm here, still biding my time. I will avenge Dwayne, and Hunter will die by my own hand. That's a promise."

"Roman doesn't know about any of this?" said Jasmine.

"No." The older woman shook her head. "Over the years he's provided me with all the information I need on how to get to Hunter, though unwittingly. I didn't mean to use him, but I ended up doing so." A faint smile tickled at the corner of her lips. "I remember the first day he found me. At first I thought Hunter sent him, but I saw in his eyes that he had no idea what was going on. I just told him I retired quietly. My first thought was to kill him and tie up a loose end, but I just couldn't. Honestly," A warm smile grew, "I've always been fond of him."

"Yeah, he's charming like that," Jasmine agreed, a bashful grin on her face at the thought of her boyfriend.

Leona studied the younger woman for several seconds. "I see myself in you, you know," she spoke softly, reaching out to take her hand. "You remind me of me during that time. I see the conflict in your eyes. You want to go on the run because it's the only way you feel you can protect Roman. That the further you run the harder it will be to find you. But in the end...they always find you. We both know that. These people are equipped with enough resources to find you no matter where you go, and it won't end unless you stop them, or they stop you. So I need to know something, Jasmine, and I need you to be honest with me. Just how much do you love Roman?"

Her answer was sincere and passionate, "More than my own life."

"Then you must fight for him," Leona told her with equal emotion. "You're both strong enough to put a stop to this. Do not let these people have a say in your lives anymore because they won't stop until both of you are dead. Fight with him, because I know he's doing this for you. Show him that you're on the same page."

"I am, and I will," Jasmine replied, her eyes ablaze with resolve.

As the two women continued to talk, Roman stood quietly by the entrance of the kitchen, out of sight, having heard every word. That itching sensation in his hands surfaced again, as he imagined them wrapped around Hunter Hearst Helmsley's throat.

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Despite the inconvenience, Leona was a gracious, generous host. Joining forces with Jasmine, they whipped up quite the spread, making several extra dishes for what ended up as a party, as well as a tasty chocolate cake for Roman. She even found some old party hats, balloons and streamers to decorate the kitchen with. It was hilarious seeing one of those tiny pointy hats perched on Roman’s big head. As thrown together as the party was, the birthday boy couldn’t be happier to celebrate his birthday with the two most important women in his life.

As she loaded up the dishwasher, Leona glanced over at the startlingly attractive couple sitting at the kitchen counter, smiling softly as she watched Jasmine feed Roman cake with a fork, in between sharing sweet kisses. They really were cute together. “By the way…I got a basement downstairs. It’s soundproof,” she announced.

There was a devious gleam in her eyes that piqued the couple’s curiosity. They looked at each other, their eyes widening with realization. “Oh?” Roman finally spoke, as Jasmine blushed profusely. Yeah, she definitely heard them going at it this morning.

“Mm-hmm. That’s if you’re interested. There’s a big bed…and a box of toys…Not sure what y’all like, but there’s enough to entertain yourselves with. Y’all knock yourselves out. Not literally, of course.” With a wink, she washed her hands and left the couple to process all she had just told them.

An embarrassed Jasmine ducked her head in Roman’s shoulder as the big man grinned from ear to ear. “You’re the best, Leona!” he called out after her.

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Chapter 12: Recovery

A/N: I finished sitting this so I decided to get it out, because in true ADHD fashion I can’t keep it to myself.

Warnings: Incorrect medical talk (probably.) lots of feels, so much touching in this chapter omg. Probably more ND behaviour (definitely). Erm…feelings *insert Crowley gif here.*

Word Count: 5.4k+

You lost track of the days. Hours shifted, blending into one long continuous run of you worrying about Tech. Tesama stepped right into the breach with Beetoo, the pair of them running the medcentre while you watched monitors and ever changing numbers.

Tech had contracted an infection. It was inevitable really, performing such a drastic surgery in the ship rather than back here where it was clean and sterile. He needed more blood which Hunter and Wrecker seemed more than willing to provide, but you put a stop to that when Hunter accidentally gave too much and nearly passed out in the chair.

They visited whenever they could, checking on you and Tech, usually Omega stayed behind when the others went on missions; her knowledge was invaluable when it came to the clones.

You were stretched. Pushing your own knowledge and experience to the absolute limit even when it came so naturally. You had taken to sleeping on a cot in Tech’s room, your senses attuned to any changes in his breathing or heart rate even without the machines you had him hooked up to.

Right now you were staring at him, wishing he would just open his eyes and look at you with those haloed irises you missed so much. It was late, the medcentre was quiet from the daily hustle and bustle that had become your background noise. The space was lit via the blue screens that showed you everything you needed to know about your patient and how he was doing.

Gently you took his limp hand, wrapping his large fingers around your own and imagining him giving it a squeeze. You could feel how hot he was, but he wasn’t as blazing with a fever as he was a few days ago, it was slowly retreating. Just not quick enough for your liking.

You had kept him in a coma, the life support machine a constant noise in his room and probably the only thing that kept you tethered to this reality. But the fever had dipped and he didn’t need to be in an induced coma anymore, so you could move him to the bacta tank.

He needed to wake up though. Perching your hip on his bed your eyes travelled over all the things that belonged to Tech; his goggles, his tools, his belt hung off the chair, his pack and helmet sat in the corner with the rest of his armour. Hunter had got him a new body suit and armour padding which you’d folded up nicely and stacked next to his pack.

It wasn’t right. None of this was. You squeezed his slack hand and wiped some stray tears off your cheek. You had been walking a fine line before this had happened and now it felt like a tightrope; taught under your feet, cutting into your soles with each step. Your balance was slipping, dragging you one way and then the other, neither ending promising to be happy.

Absently you played with his fingers, putting them against your own and comparing sizes. You loved Tech’s hands, knowing how nimble and sure they were with everything he did; whether it be adjusting the fine circuits in a droid or tapping away on his datapad. You missed hearing his voice, the random facts he loved to share and the calming effect he had on you.

“You know,” your voice cracked from lack of use. “Omega said you need a shave.” She wasn’t wrong, his stubble was growing, casting a dark shadow over his face. “I’ll ask Hunter tomorrow because he needs one too. He’s so worried about you, they’re all worried about you.” You glanced up at him, watching the forced breath in his chest as the life support machine did its job, wishing the life you saw wasn’t artificial. “I wish you’d come back,” you whispered, sucking your lips into your mouth to stop them trembling and looking up at the wall. “I miss you, Tech. No one sees me like you do and I…I need you.”

You searched his expression for a sign, a flicker, anything but got nothing. You fixed your gaze on the screen, noticing his brain activity was still there, the EEG was reading a positive output.

Closing your eyes, you dipped into that well of yourself you’d been avoiding, the one that felt like infinity was at your fingertips. It stretched and flowed, taunting and calling you to fall into it once again. You wouldn’t ever forget the rush it gave you, the exhilaration that this power offered but it scared you senseless. You didn’t consciously know what you were doing with it. It was like someone handing you a fathier and telling you to ride it when you’d never seen one before.

And yet, you delved into it now. It had always been there, slipping into your instincts without you even knowing what was happening. Surging through your hands when you needed it to save someone…anyone but yourself.

Putting your hand over Tech’s you closed your eyes and breathed. You remembered that moment in the Marauder with the Purrgil, the lights that shimmered over you both, Tech’s closeness and his excitement at finally seeing something that fascinated him so much.

You got lost in the muted rhythm of his body, the flow of his blood, the knock of his heart and the billow of his lungs. It was calming, as though you were communicating with him in the only way you knew how.

You put his hand down, withdrawing completely and making your way over to your cot. A sigh was pushed from your body as you looked at the ceiling, drifting a hand over your tired eyes.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he wakes up.

When you woke, the first thing you sensed was someone else was in the room. Slowly you opened your eyes to find Hunter slumped in the chair beside his brother, chin in the palm of his hand as he dozed. Quietly you got up but it wasn’t quiet enough, his eyes snapped open and you froze.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep.” You checked the monitors, seeing there was no change in Tech’s condition and disappointment filled your chest. So you did the only thing you could do and go through the motions.

“Hi Tech,” you said, forcing a cheery tone into the words. “Hunter is here to see you this morning…” you glanced at him for confirmation and he nodded. “Yes, morning.” You flicked the torch across his eyes, noting a consistent response from his pupils. “No doubt the others will be along later. Echo has been trying fix Beetoo’s charging problems but he can’t find anything in the diagnostic.” Turning the bottom of the cover you exposed Tech’s feet and ran a finger along the sole of his foot, pleased with the toe movement as you did. “Nerves are healing nicely,” you murmured.

“Stitch…” in one word Hunter had asked a thousand questions that had all been asked before.

“We could try today.”

“Yeah?” You caught the look of hope on his face, split between the light and dark of his tattoo and it tugged at your tired heart.

“He needs to wake up so we can get him in the tank. Don’t tell the others.” His gaze dipped, the fall of his mouth spoke disappointment, nonetheless he nodded in agreement.

“They’re taking Omega on a supply run today anyway.”

“If you want to join them I can let you know how it goes?” But Hunter shook his head, eyes on his brother’s prone body as he leaned back in the chair.

“I want to be here when he wakes up.” You couldn’t argue with that.

You let Tesama and Beetoo know you were going to be totally unavailable today and sealed yourself in the room with Hunter and Tech. You turned down the sedation drug and settled yourself in for a wait. These things took time and you were prepared for the wait. Still, you couldn’t just sit, so you walked slowly round the room with your datapad; catching up on the reports and payments from the last few days.

Hunter sat quietly in the chair, his eyes tracking your movement while his fingers toyed with his knife. You heard the movement, the quiet scrape when he unsheathed it and the slight sing in the air as he twirled it amongst his fingers, never dropping it. It was distracting and you could feel yourself getting annoyed, so the next time you walked past him you plucked it easily from his grip.

His hand was still held up in surprise at your swift movement, brown eyes falling on the blade that was now caught between two of your fingers. “Now where did you learn to do that?” His gravelly voice laced with curiosity.

“I can hear it…whistling. If you need to fidget I could find you something to do.” You held out the hilt for him to take and he slipped back into his vambrace with a well practised move.

“We haven’t started your training,” he mused. “That would keep us both entertained.”

“Nice try. Not in here.” He hummed and slumped back in the seat with his arms crossed.

“We could talk. Shouldn’t Tech hear us?” You nodded, your gaze once again on the datapad.

“Ok, how is Omega after the last mission?” You waited for a response but the silence continued on too long and you glanced up to see him frowning at his knees. “That bad, huh?”

“She won’t talk to us,” he admitted.

“She’s been through and seen a lot,” you told him as you carried on your slow walk round the room. “I can try if you’d like?”

“You can try.” The monitor beeped and you stepped up to the bed, pulling the screen to face you.

“He’s waking up! Move!” You’d never snapped at Hunter before and he rose up, dragging the chair at the same time to get out of your way.

You worked on pulling out Tech’s ventilation tube, easing it from his throat and setting it to the side. The alarms rang, such a high pitched whining noise and you felt Hunter approach. Tech choked, his throat had been held open all this time, his body had forgotten how to breathe on its own, he needed to relearn. And fast.

Hunter was behind you, his eyes trained on the screen over your shoulder. You could sense his apprehension, the tightening in his chest at the flatline that traveled across the screen but amidst all that, was trust. He was standing here, not saying a word while his brother seemingly died before his eyes because he trusted you.

At the first faint bleep you both let out a sigh of relief. His vitals began to rise and his chest expanded on its own. Your laugh was almost hysterical, you were on the verge of exploding into action to save this clones life and now you didn’t need to.

Your laughs quickly became sobs as you gripped Tech’s hand. The tension you’d felt since they came home had come to a head and you were letting it out in the only way you knew how.

“He’s going to be ok,” Hunter murmured, his fingers reaching for you in the vain hope you’d let him comfort you.

“I’m e-exhausted,” you managed to get out between the shuddering breaths, moving out of his reach. “I’m not done yet.” Pulling yourself together you coughed, wiping your face and blinking your eyes wide. “He needs to be monitored, he’s still on the painkillers but he’s—he’s breathing on his own. Good heartbeat, brain activity…” you bent over Tech and shone the torch in his eyes, pleased to see a reaction and some resistance to your touch. “Talk to him.” Your voice was still too watery, you didn’t want Tech to wake up seeing you a complete mess.

“Tech? It’s Hunter.” He seemed lost for something else to say and shrugged a little when you looked up at him.

“Talk about the weather, what the time is, where the others are.”

“Right. Well Echo is sick of maintaining the ship by himself. Omega is bored and has memorised everything you’ve given her so far, Wrecker dropped Gonky the other day when he was lifting him. Now the droid is more defective than ever.” Taking a deep breath you swiped at your face, tugging on the tunic you’d worn for, you don’t know how long, and stepped up beside the bed.

“Tech. It’s Stitch.” You saw some activity on his face, a little frown followed by the lightest groan. “Can you squeeze my hand?” You gripped him firmly and waited. Then it came, the flex of his fingers and you nearly cried again. “Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Means he can hear us and he has cognitive function,” you told Hunter. “Which is good, very good.”

“Tech, brother…” for the first time you heard the worry come through in Hunter’s words as he dipped his head. “You had us worried.” As he continued to talk in a low voice you backed against the wall. Using the corner to wedge in like you used to do with Gonky on the ship, squeezing yourself in there tightly and dropping so you could hug your knees close.

More tears fell, you managed to hold back the sobs, just letting the moisture cascade down your face as you listened to Hunter talk to his brother.

“Stitch, his eyes. He opened his eyes.” Thank the Maker.

“That’s good. That’s really good.” Hunter stood up and looked at you over the bed, understanding filling his gaze as soon as he saw you on the floor.

Your heart jumped when a sound came from the bed, a hard groan of someone waking up after a very long sleep. You clocked the movement of his foot, the sharp inhale when he stretched for the first time in days and the flick of his fingers.

“Hunter…” he recognised Hunter. Another thing checked off the list. “I can’t see.” If you weren’t so emotionally ripped up you probably would have laughed. Tech’s immediate reaction was he couldn’t see without his goggles was such a Tech thing, it made you hug yourself tighter.

You watched as Hunter put them on for him, carefully adjusting them so they were just right on his brothers face and sitting the bed up slightly.

“My leg…” Tech moaned.

“Easy now, Tech.” Now you had to move, hoping your face didn’t betray the fact you’d been crying as you wiped it clear of tears. You couldn’t look at him, even as you stood on his injured side with Hunter just behind your shoulder. You took your time updating his records, his eyes tracking your movement as you clicked on the screen and added the details to your datapad. Hinter have him some water and you noted his breathing was a little rushed, he felt apprehensive and you could feel his burning need to know how he was.

“Do you want to know what happened?” You asked quietly, watching his hand fidget with the blanket.

“Yes.” You hesitated, allowing yourself a moment to fall behind your medic mask before you flipped a section of the blanket back to reveal the leg you’d operated on.

“You sustained extensive damage to the break, it was a closed fracture on the femoral shaft that needed to be reduced and fixed in place with metal rods and bolts. When they finally got you to me I had cut open your leg and relieve the hematoma, Hunter and Wrecker both gave you blood at the time as the loss was…a lot.” Your fingers clenched, still the sticky residue tortured your senses. “I managed to reattach blood vessels and nerves and you should regain the full use of your leg. Recovery will be long.” Now you glanced up, to see a grim expression on his face, one that told you he understood everything you’d said and what it meant. “We need to strengthen your muscle, and we’re looking at you being here at minimum, 4 to 5 months.” Hunter puffed out breath, scratching at the stubble on his cheek as he let your words sink in.

“I’m not sure Tech can sit still for that long.”

“Only at first and then I don’t see why he can’t fly the ship for easy missions,” you stressed, pushing a finger into Hunters chestplate before moving away. “I’ll get the tank set up and bring it in.”

Tech had installed repulsors on the tank so you were able to move it on your own. Once you’d set the programme you left Hunter to help Tech get into the tank. You’d picked up on his nervous energy and the way he kept glancing at you out the corner of his eyes, so you suggested you take a break and Hunter agreed.

Your room felt alien. It had only been a few days but it no longer felt familiar and you tried not to dwell on it stepping straight into the refresher. Letting the hot water cascade over your body you tried to empty your mind but all you could think about was Tech’s rehabilitation plan.

You weren’t done yet.

Very quickly your private patient room became Tech’s bedroom. He was building himself a leg brace and you didn’t have it in you to tell him no. It did him good to still use his hands, exercise his mind and it kept him busy.

It was time for his submersion into the tank. He went in every morning for a couple of hours and then you did your obs and checked on his leg. Routine, you always did it in the same order so he didn’t have surprises. Even now you were stood outside his room, waiting for the time to tick over the last minute.

It concerned you how much his body reacted your presence, you put it down to nerves about going in the tank. You had to touch him, help him and you wouldn’t have found it comfortable if you were in his position.

The door opened and you breezed in finding him sat on the edge of the bed as he waited for you. Instantly you noticed the way his hand jerked away from his thigh, planting on the bed and fisting on the covers as he glared at the wall. He was stripped down, ready for immersion into the bacta.

“Good morning,” you said, eyeing the screen beside his bed. No temp, good heart rhythm, nothing worrying at all. “Are you ready?” You pressed the buttons on the tank, turning to glance at him over your shoulder.

“Yes,” he replied stiffly. As you approached the monitor beeped to alert you to a change in his heartbeat and he stared at it like it had betrayed him. “I am still not accustomed to being touched in such a way.”

“I am just your medic, Tech.”

“You are more to me than just a medic.” Oh.

“I can get Tesama…”

“No. I would rather it was you.” You weren’t sure what to do with what he’d just told you. Putting down the datapad you relied on all you had left, routine. Slipping your arm around his bare body, feeling his arm over your shoulder as you wrapped your fingers against the curve of his side and you felt his inhale; desperately trying not to flinch away from you.

He hopped on one leg, grimacing as he did, little grunts of pain falling from between his clenched teeth until he slipped into the warm bacta. His relief was palpable when you stopped touching him, going to retrieve his breathing mask.

“Two hours and I’ll be back.” He nodded, handing you his goggles, eyes going wide as his vision deteriorated instantly. You wanted to comfort him, seeing the way his hands were moving in the fluid as he tried to find something to fiddle with. “Oh!” He glanced at you watching as you fished around in the pocket of your tunic and pulled out a puzzle box. “Omega found this on a supply run and she asked me to give it to you but I kept forgetting. It should keep you busy in the tank.” You tapped the screen. “I see you don’t sleep.”

“I find it hard to make my brain relax in such an environment. My mental knowledge, regretfully, only stretches so far and I have recounted everything I know at least 10 times already.” His fingers flexed, grateful to have something to do.

“Let’s get this on,” you encouraged gently. His eyes went even wide as you leaned in, settling the mask in place and pressurising it to his face with a soft hiss. “Two hours.”

As you were closing his door Tesama peered round the corner. She looked slightly concerned and you tilted your head. “Out with it.”

“Well, there’s another one of those clones here. He won’t let me near him, demanding you.”

“Which one?” You asked checking the readings from Tech’s tank one final time before heading to the bays.

“He says his name is Echo.” Your steps hurried. Echo hardly ever came in here and he was the one who if anything went wrong, it could be catastrophic. “He’s in your office.” She dropped away as you entered, seeing Echo on the bench in your office. He seemed all in one piece, just a scowl adoring his brow, his sense of agitation was making your skin tingle and you gently put the datapad down.

“Echo.” He flinched at the sound of your voice. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s…” the scowl deepened and he looked away from you. The feeling from him changed subtly and that’s when you discovered, he was embarrassed.

“Take your time,” you said gently. “I know this must be difficult for you.” He huffed, his pale gold eyes finally shifting in your direction.

“I feel like a di’kut.” You sat in the chair, turning it round to face him as you waited for an explanation. You could sense he was in good health, the rhythm of his blood was steady, the sense of his aura was strong and not flickering. “I have sand,” he blurted out.

“Sand?” You queried, that was the last thing you’d excepted.

“Sand. In places I don’t want sand.” It took you a few moments to understand what he was saying and you looked down at his scomp. He tried to spin it only for it to get stuck after a couple of rotations.

“Anywhere else?” He gestured with his hand, encompassing his back and legs.

“I can feel it in all the—sockets. I didn’t know where else to go,” he confessed quietly, a blush rising on his pale cheeks.

“Stay here.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he grumpily mumbled, crossing his arms. You went outside and collared Beetoo.

“If you had sand in your joints would an oil bath get rid of it?” You asked her quietly.

“For a droid, an oil bath is the best form of ridding debris.”

“Thanks Bee.” You busied yourself in the storage room, trying to find a container that would hold enough oil for Echo to bathe his legs. Finally you found one, activating the portable repulsers so you could drift it back to your office once you filled it up. You also grabbed a load of brushes and other tools not really sure how you were going to get the rest of the sand out of him.

He eyed you suspiciously when you guided the small tank in, scowling so deeply you wondered if the lines were going to become permanent.

“What’s all this?”

“You asked for my help,” you stated. He leaned back on one leg as you moved the bench away from the wall and putting it in the middle of the room. The repulsers switched off and you adjusted it all to where you thought it should be. “Ok. Strip off.”

“Strip?!” He looked so shocked you nearly giggled.

“Echo. I need to access the ports so I can clean them out. You need to immerse your legs in the oil and your scomp. It’s going to be uncomfortable but there is no other way.” You understood his hesitation, he hated anything thing like this and you were demanding he bare all the things he hated about himself to you. To be touched, meddled with, to be explored in ways he never wanted to again.

“This is the only way?”

“I’m afraid so. If you don’t want me to do it I could ask Beetoo…”

“No!” His hand and scomp went up, his pulse throbbed and you stopped talking. “No droids.”

“Let me know when you’re ready and we can begin.” You picked up the datapad, turning your body away so weren’t watching him. You checked on Tech, happy to see his numbers were more relaxed this time, the puzzle box clearly helping him settle. You heard Echo remove his kama, the utility belt dropping and the griptions loosening as he shed his armour. He looked hopefully at you but you gave him a slow shake of your head, you needed his padding off and he knew it. The sigh was resigned, if you could have seen it you were sure it would have been like a durasteel weight leaving him but he began to take it off anyway.

“Now what?” His voice wavered slightly and you made your face expressionless. You’d never seen Echo so bare before and the true nature of his remaking became apparent. It was barbaric. If only you’d been there when he’d been freed…the devastation would have been less.

“Step into the tank, and sit down. I will warn you about any moves I make and if anything feels uncomfortable or wrong, please tell me.” He gave you a curt nod. His eyes were dull, trying to hide his discomfort but it was coming off of him in suffocating waves. As soon as he was settled you approached him some tools and you saw him recoil a little. “I’m going to work on your scomp first, then we can bathe that too. Ok?”

“Mmhmm.” You were gentle as you reached for him. Echo turned his face away, closing his eyes as tremors of apprehension rippled through his feelings, the worry that you would be repulsed from him followed by surprise when you didn’t flinch.

You ran a practised eye over his cybernetics, seeing where the problems were and you got to work on trying to dig out the grains. It was gruelling, and you stayed tapped into his feelings as you worked; making sure you weren’t hurting him. Sand worked free from some of the mechanism and you asked him to spin it, seeing the movement was much freer. You asked him to submerge the scomp in the oil before moving round behind him.

His entire back tensed as you looked at what had been done to him. Black sockets ran down his spine and you felt a wave of rage that someone thought they had the right to do this to another living thing.

“Are you ok with me touching you, Echo? I need to brush these out.”

“Got no choice,” he muttered gruffly. “Just do it.” He was hunched over, holding his head in his hands as you started. The brush did wonders for dislodging the looser grains, hearing it hiss free was so satisfactory.

“I’m going to blow, on it,” you warned him quietly.

“Mmm.” His entire body tensed, muscles bulging as you carefully blew across his skin and swept away any stray grains before moving onto the next socket. By the time you’d reached the back of his neck your arms were protesting but you needed to finish. In this time he had relaxed, arm lowered and his face not so tortured as he got used to the contact. Still you communicated with him, letting him know everything you were doing in a calming voice that he listened to. His feelings settled, they weren’t so volatile anymore and you raised an eyebrow when you blew across his pale skin, sensing a change in his demeanour.

“Was that ok?” You asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He refused to elaborate with a jut of his chin, fixing his glare on the wall so you decided not to probe any further. Tenderly you dusted your fingers over the spread of his shoulders, noticing the hitch his breath as you did.

“I’ve done what I can, a quick shower should rid you of any stray bits. Let’s check your scomp.” He lifted it free of the oil and you wiped it clean. Echo gave it a spin, his face breaking out in a hopeful smile as it moved without hindrance. “Standup, legs next.” He leaned on you, his hand clutching at yours as you took some of his weight until he was free of the oil bath. You went to wipe down his legs but he grabbed the cloth, making you look up at him.

“I-I can do it.” He refused to look at your face, the telltale blush once again rising on his cheeks and you backed up. Turning round you grabbed the datapad.

“Echo, I need to get Tech out of the tank.”

“I’ll be ok,” he told you a sense of relief injecting into his words.

“Be back in a bit. Then you can visit him.” From one clone who didn’t like being touched to another who panicked when you entered the room. Tech had already opened the top of the tank and was sitting up as he waited for you. “I’m sorry! Echo came in with an issue.”

“Echo? What is the issue?” You grabbed a towel, letting Tech lean on you as the bacta dropped off his chiselled body. Quickly you wrapped him up, stopping him from shivering as you ran your hand up and down his arms. “Stitch?”

“Oh,” your thoughts dissipated and you looked up him, seeing the way his gaze dilated when your eyes locked for a second before he broke the connection. “Yeah, Echo is ok. He said he’ll come and visit you when you’re ready.” Tech hobbled over to the bed with your help, the pain much less this time. “Do you want me to towel dry your hair?”

“Yes.” You didn’t think much of it as you reached for a smaller towel, but when you started your senses heightened. He smelled like the bacta, fresh and healing; the heat of his body came through the material and you slowed your hands to really make sure his rich chestnut locks were dry. You tapped into his feelings, noticing the way his heart rate was accelerating once again. It made you sad that he was so anxious from your touch even though you understood. Most of the time you couldn’t bare the idea but here, now, with Tech; you wanted nothing more than to feel him.

It hurt. Withdrawing yourself you quickly finished, absently drawing your fingers through his hair. Even damp you appreciated the softness of it, catching the stray stands and nudging them back to how he liked it. The colour was glorious, almost fiery in some lights, a deep rich hue in others. In all lights he shone for you. The rush of emotion you felt for him almost caught you off guard, sweeping around you like a soft embrace and you worked quickly to untangle yourself from it.

So wrapped up in what you thought were your own emotions you missed the way Tech’s eyes widened dramatically at the feel of your fingers in his hair as he looked at his covered knees. “There. That’s the best I can do.” You announced, stepping back. You rolled the wet towel up and placed his clothes and goggles on the bed next to him. You were about open the door when he called your name.

“Hmm?” He looked a little flustered, his eyes darting about as he adjusted his goggles with his graceful fingers and you fixated on the motion.

“I appreciate…you. You are good at your job.” You hitched up a smile but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“It helps you’re such an easy patient. Get dressed and then you can catch up with Echo.” The door opened and then slid closed behind you.

Ducking into your room for a moment you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You had no idea why Tech’s words had made your stomach twist back on itself; maybe because you hoped he was going to say something else? It was ridiculous really, no one could force someone to have feelings and his clearly didn’t reach the level that yours did.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Since You Been Gone

Pairing: None

Category: Angst with a happy ending

Word count: 2,335

Summary: Kenny turns into an asshole and develops an unhealthy behavior until an angel comes along and saves him.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions and references of sex

A/N: This is part 2 of I'm Giving Up On Love 'Cause Love's Given Up On Me. It can be read on its own, but if you want the full story/backstory I suggest reading the first one. The beginning has a few little references to part one, but nothing you can't piece together on your own.

Part 1

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It had been two months since you left Kenny. The first few weeks hit him hard. He was a crying, wallowing mess. Matt and Nick hated seeing their best friend so miserable so they tried everything they could think of to get him to go out and have fun, but it was no use.

Everywhere he looked all he saw was you. That last heartbreaking conversation played over and over in his mind. ‘You never noticed but he did! He saw the second I wasn’t being myself and he took care of me — he is taking care of me.’

When Kenny made the decision to give up on love, he meant it.

Kenny didn’t find romance appealing anymore, if anything he found it appalling. The second you drove away that day, he was ruined. Kenny knew there would never be another you and that was devastating. You were his world and he ended up ruining everything, failing to pay enough attention to you thus driving you into another man’s arms.

The past month Kenny decided he would take Matt and Nick up on their offer to go out after the most recent Dynamite, it wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anymore. Unfortunately, the Jackson brothers didn’t know they were about to feed into their best friend’s unhappiness and unhealthy behavior.

The trio went out for a couple drinks at the nearest bar. That’s where Kenny met a pretty brown eyed, blonde. She kept eying him and he did the same. Eventually, they each ditched their respective friend group and met up by the bar, both their friend groups all watched the interaction.

Matt and Nick thought that maybe this girl would help Kenny return to his normal self, get him out of this depressive funk. The next thing the brothers knew Kenny and the blonde were heading for the door without so much as a nod in their direction.

The two-thirds of the trios tag team champions shared a look, an eyebrow raised and slight smirk crept upon each of their faces. Maybe this is it. Maybe they’ll hit it off.

Kenny and the mystery woman miraculously made it to Kenny’s hotel room, it was miraculous because the pair couldn’t keep their hands or lips off of one another for more than five seconds.

Once in the room, both parties were shedding their clothes and stumbling towards the bed where they would have an intense session of nothing but rough sex. This was the first time Kenny had a woman in his bed since the breakup.

When it was all over, Kenny looked over at the woman wrapped up in the sheets. One thought played on loop in his head — she’s not you. Kenny stared at the ceiling for what felt like hour before the woman, who’s name he didn’t even care to learn, spoke up, “I had a great time. What do you say we get some dinner sometime?” She had a hopeful look on her face, but Kenny knew his answer the moment he saw her.

“No.” He was stern and cold with his answer. He didn’t want anything more, he just wanted to blow off some steam, to have a woman touch him, to please him. Kenny Omega just wanted sex.

The blonde was devastated and quickly pulled her clothes on before storming out of the room, the door slamming closed behind her.

Matt and Nick were just making their way to their hotel rooms when the blonde pushed past them, looking humiliated. The two looked at each other confused and concerned. What happened?

The pair stopped by Kenny’s room and knocked. When the door opened revealing Kenny, neither of the men knew what to say. Kenny had this cold aura about him, a steely look on his face, eyes empty of emotion.

“What?” Kenny snapped at the brothers. Nick looked at his brother, not wanting to say a word to Kenny about his demeanor.

Matt finally opened his mouth after a few moments. “What happened with that girl from the bar? We just passed her in the hall, she looked upset.” Matt was internally flinching at the possible reaction he would receive.

“Sex. That’s it.” Kenny rolled his eyes clearly annoyed at this conversation. “Anything else?” He asked, sharply.

“No. That’s all. We just—” Nick attempted to clear things up but Kenny slammed the door in their faces.

The Jackson brothers sighed and headed to their rooms. Both men knew how much you leaving Kenny affected him but they didn’t realize he would be like this. They thought over the past two months that he would get over you and move on — clearly that wasn’t the case.

The next week Kenny took it upon himself to go out to a nearby club — this time alone. He didn’t bother telling Matt, Nick, or Brandon where he was going, much less invite them along.

This time Kenny crossed paths with a sultry redheaded woman.

The woman noticed Kenny sitting alone at a booth with a perfect view of the dance floor, where the woman currently danced with two other women. Kenny figured they must have been her friends, but he didn’t care about them.

The redhead sauntered over to the booth. “Wanna dance, hot stuff?” She purred in his ear. A wicked smirk played on Kenny’s lips. Hook, line, and sinker.

Kenny let the woman lead him onto the dance floor where they more than put everyone in the room to shame. Sensual touches, seductive looks, and heated kisses were just the few things the surrounding patrons witnessed.

No more than four songs had played before the pair exited the club.

Hands and lips were all over one another as the Uber driver approached the hotel Kenny was staying at. The two took advantage of the fact that they were alone in the elevator, hands slipping between legs and under clothes, toying with one another until the elevator doors opened on the correct floor.

Kenny made quick work of unlocking the door and pulling the redhead into the room. Clothes were all but ripped off as they toppled onto the bed.

Neither one was sure how long they spent enjoying the company of each other, just that it was a good time.

Once again, Kenny promptly told the woman to leave, the same cold and harsh tone form last week. Unlike the blonde, the redhead wasn’t humiliated or upset by leaving. Kenny vaguely remembered her saying something about just wanting to have a good time, just sex.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon had went looking for Kenny, but they didn’t find him in the places they figured he would be, so the trio headed the hotel. Maybe he turned in early.

The boys stopped at Kenny’s door, Matt knocked three times before the door swung open and there stood a towel clad Kenny Omega, hair disheveled and a thin layer of sweat covering his skin. The guys just assumed he must have been about to shower, maybe he had hit the gym and they just missed him.

“We were looking for you earlier. You just disappeared on us.” Brandon spoke up.

“Went to the club then had some fun here.” Kenny rolled his eyes, already annoyed at the conversation. Kenny just want to do his own thing. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, he didn’t have you to go home to anymore so why did it matter what he did?

“What’s going on with you?” Matt finally snapped, he didn’t even know who this was. He just knew this sure as hell wasn’t his best friend.

Kenny just scoffed at Matt’s question and all but slammed the door in their faces. Matt and Nick shared a collective sigh as Brandon was left confused by Kenny’s behavior.

Brandon had known about the breakup and how hard it hit Kenny but this wasn’t what he expected. He thought the Jackson brothers were exaggerating when the duo filled Brandon in on what happened last week — clearly they weren’t.

The next couple weeks had come and gone, and Kenny’s behavior and demeanor had not changed much, if anything it had gotten worse. He was still picking up women from local bars and clubs in whatever city they were in, but these last couple weeks he was bringing two girls back with him. His treatment was the same though, sex then kicking them out.

Most girls didn’t care, they just wanted the experience.

The Bucks were getting tired of watching the sting of women exit their best friend’s room. They were getting tired of watching Kenny grow cold, hard, and distant. Something had to be done, and it had to be done as soon as possible.

It was time for an intervention of sorts, to get Kenny to talk it all out and break this unhealthy cycle. The brothers desperately needed Kenny back to his fun loving self again.

Matt and Nick recruited Brandon to help out. Brandon instantly agreed, he hated seeing Kenny like this too.

The trio brainstormed and finally hatched up a plan to put in motion for next week.

As the next week rolled around Matt, Nick, and Brandon began putting their plan into action.

The plan was to go about the day like usual, the true first step wasn’t until after Dynamite was over. There they would follow Kenny to the location of his choosing, just watch and see what happens. If Kenny did like he has been, they would confront him. The boys didn’t have a plan on what to do if, by some chance, he didn’t pick up a woman.

Low and behold, a pretty brunette had slid into the seat next to Kenny at the bar. The trio watched as Kenny and the brunette flirted with one another. This was it. Step two was soon to begin.

Matt, Nick, and Brandon watched the pair, patiently waiting for the two to exit the bar. Hours passed before the trio realized this night was different. Kenny and the brunette were just talking and laughing and having a good time. The three exchanged looks with one another but no one made an effort to move, staying glued to their seats at a table. They were amazed by what they saw. Kenny actually looked….. happy, something he hadn't been in months.

The men finally decided to leave the bar and get back to the hotel, they all had to pack and catch a plane home the next afternoon.

Kenny and the brunette eventually left the bar but this time Kenny didn’t take her to his hotel room, he took her to get some food instead. Given the hour all that was open was a fast food. Thankfully, neither one cared, too immersed in the conversation they were currently having.

As the night went on, the two ended up exchanging phone numbers and making plans to meet up again soon. Kenny had found out durning a conversation that the brunette was about to finish cosmetology school in the next few weeks. AEW does need another hair and makeup artist since one of them had to quit for personal reasons. That could be brought up after she graduates and ran by Tony, Kenny thought.

Kenny drove her to her hotel, turns out she was staying at the one across the street from his. Goodbyes were said as well as promises to talk soon.

Kenny returned to his hotel room and began packing up his things, a smile on his face — one that hadn’t been there in months.

The next morning Brandon, Matt, and Nick were in the lobby checking out of their rooms at the desk when Kenny came strolling in, looking a million times better than the last time they saw him the night before. The trio noticed Kenny was actually smiling, like he looked genuinely happy. They all shared a look with one another when Matt decided he would test the waters. “You look happy. Is the old Kenny back or is this smile just for appearance sake?” Matt asked, eyebrow raised in skepticism.

Kenny took in Matt’s words and the past several weeks had come flooding back to him. He remembered how much of an asshole he had been when his friends stopped to check on him and try to help him get out his unhealthy habit and behavior as well as his icy demeanor. Remorse washed all over Kenny’s face. “Guys, I’m sorry for the way I was treating you. You were just trying to help me and I was being the world’s biggest asshole. You don’t have to forgive me for it because I don’t forgive me for it. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore after being on the receiving end of my shitty behavior. I just want to say I’m sorry. I actually met a literal angel last night at the bar. She was a huge help in getting me to realize I was going about this breakup wrong and developing unhealthy habits.” He was pouring his heart out right then and there before he realized.

The boys looked at one another and exchanged slight nods. “We forgive you. Just let us help next time. We don’t like seeing you miserable and developing unhealthy habits.” Matt said, watching as Kenny nodded along.

“I might be wrong but I don’t think there will be a next time. This woman — this angel — she’s…. she’s just so gorgeous and funny and kind. Call me cliché but I think she’s the one.” Kenny shrugged in attempts to seem nonchalant all while he was beaming internally.

“How about you tell us about her on the way to the airport?” Nick offered, he wanted know about this angel as Kenny kept calling her and he knew Matt and Brandon wanted to know too.

The four finished checking out of their rooms and headed to the car more than ready to hear their best friend gush about his angel.

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[thewriterg]

♡︎naive little pup♡︎

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x afab!reader, Peter Parker x gn!reader, Naive!Peter x Dark!reader, Vamp!reader

Summary: Peter was having one of the most exhausting days of his life and he needed you to make it all better because in the end you were the only one who could —kinktober; day 3—

Word count: 1.3k+

Warning(s): Dry humping, m!receiving, dirty talk, dumbification, sub space, praise!kink, mommy!kink, Peter is a 18 year old senior in Highschool and language

A/n: —GIFs aren’t mine— You guys are gonna get two fic’s today because I missed yesterday I was really sick —food poisoning core— but we’re back now 🤭

You had been laying around your condo for at least two hours now as you lied down on the longest part of your mineral grey sectional couch with your eyes closed along with the your blackout curtains that blocked out the sunlight from your vision

You were a vampire, yes. But you weren’t the ones that sparkled in the sun or burned at the slightest kiss from it either.. well you were kinda in a way

You had This pretty little thing called daylight jewelry it kept you from burning towards your temporary death, you were a original vampire one of the first of the vampires to exist but if you were being technical you were the first to transition along with your siblings that you couldn’t bring yourself to be bothered with

But the ring on your middle finger allowed you to walk in the daylight freely you weren’t pale and your eyes weren’t a crimson red unless you were feeding your body worked as the normal human minus the fact you consumed blood to survive, your blood could be used to heal things, you could hear thing up to a thirty mile radius, you had superior strength and speed to average human being x100, and you just couldn’t seem to die.

You’re also over 1000 years old but you know just one of the side effects.

The only thing that caught your interest in the time of day were a dinging notification from your phone that you had kept one do not disturb 92% of the time tweaking your settings to only get important notification’s that involved some emails from witches that had owed you favors, updates about a spell book you wanted In particular, and Peter your sweet little naive pup

Peeling your eyes open you feel around for the Device when the cool screen finally came in contact with your fingertips you took it in front of your face coming into contact with the mid brightness of the screen

I need you sent 3:06

You’d had read over the message at least fourteen times in the last two minutes it was short a simple but it was so much more behind it and you knew that’s

What’s the matter with my pup? Do you need me to come pick you up Seen 3:09

You waited impatiently staring at the three dots that repeatedly blinked on your screen you were already throwing on your closest pair of boots you could find before your phone dinged again

Please mommy I need you right now sent 3:11

Peter had been a little more reluctant of getting out of bed this morning especially peeling away from your chest he couldn’t seem to let a one man job be done by yourself like brushing your teeth, picking out clothes, doing you hair and makeup

I’m on my way. Seen 3:11

Sliding your phone into your back pocket and not bothering to lock your door you cursed to yourself as you rushed down the stair well forgetting the elevator how couldn’t have you noticed

When you finally reached The parking lot You unlocked your car and we’re making a ten minute drive with traffic five minutes.

ꨄꨄꨄ

“I’m here for Peter Parker early dismissal” You stated to the secretary who barely batted an eye at you before pointing to the clip board with sign out sheets clipped to them which you rolled your eyes at scribbling down the Information it asked

“Excuse me Miss I would really appreciate if you get of your ass and get my kid” You hissed at the women who looked at you with wide eyes picking up the telephone after reading off what you assumed to be Peters’s schedule on the desktop

“He’s on his way mam you can sit in a chair if you’d like” The women warily offered without another word you pushed your sunglasses down on your face from where they rested on your forehead before sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs with your leg bouncing up and down while you watched the hands on the clock move

It was at least five minutes before Peter buzzed through the the double doors as you stood immediately from your seat with your arms open prepared for embrace while Peter fell into them without hesitation

Ever since your relationship with Peter you had been.. more open to physical affection it wasn’t your favorite but you could comfort and maneuver with it well

“Hi honey” You muttered into the boys hair his grip didn't loosen once as he started to whine at the loss of contact when you pulled away while you shushed him softly

“Hey I know okay? I know but we’d be very more comfortable in bed than right here it’ll be a fast drive I promise” You offered to the boy who reluctantly nodded slipping his hand into your own while the both of you stepped out of the door you felt a nudge on your shoulder to see Peter blocking his eyes from the bright sun

You couldn’t help but stare in awe with a small chuckle while your took you own sunglasses off your own face while placing them on the bridge of Peters nose the black lenses dulling the bright sun before you two began to walk across the street

Just like you made a ten minute drive five arriving you did the same driving back to your condo eager to get the clingy teen into the safety of your home

ꨄꨄꨄ

You and Peter had been cuddling and engaging with skin to skin for a short while the only thing blocking you both was your tank top and underwear and peters basketball shorts you’d both taken a shower and after you’d force Peter to eat something having picked him up before lunch you’d been happy to give your pup some affection

You had been watching something random on the Tv finally using the surprise me button on a Netflix but it seemed just to be background noise now as you repeatedly ran your hand through his hair while he rested his face in your neck

You felt small movements on the little of your thigh and at first you thought Peter was just trying to get comfortable but when more than 30 seconds passed and you could start to feel Peter’s breath deepen against your neck making the small hairs stand up you knew it was different

“Do you have something to tell me baby?” You questioned softly while Peter let out a soft whine slowing his thrusting hips against your thighs but not coming to a complete stop

“I need you mommy please” Peter sniffled as he began to work his hips into your leg this time with your hands on his hips guiding them as you set mid pace you could feel his breath hitch on your shoulder

Peter’s arms tightened almost suffocatingly around your waist as your precious little spider continued to thrust his hips up to meet yours and if it weren’t for you being a vampire and having inhumanly healing he would’ve lefts makes

Hiding into the crook of you neck to hide poorly concealed cries and desperate whines Peter panted into your ears by hot breath sobs soon turning into hiccuping gasps when the tip of his cock would rub perfectly up into the fabric of his boxers hips angling to catch that spot every time

It wasn’t long before a startled cry left Peters lips his back arching up suddenly and hips stuttering before he barely registered something sticky splattering against his thigh head still spinning with the sensations feeling overwhelmed Peter buried his face into the crook of your neck peppering your shoulder in small kisses between mumbles of apologies as he still rocked his hips up to meet yours in the aftershocks of his orgasm

“It’s okay you did so good for me baby” You muttered into his hairline bringing the soft covers over his back muttering sweet nothings into his ear You had both fell asleep not long after the only thing on Peter’s brain is how’d he repay you

He had a few ideas in mind.

[favorjtecrime]

tired

VANCE HOPPER x YAMADA!READER in which y/n yamada is heart broken after the tragic disappearance of her brother, Bruce yamada. so when she finds herself in a dangerous situation on the brink of life and death, she's surprised to find herself being saved by denvers rebel, vance hopper

one | two | three | four

gif does not belong to me ! TW : rapid weight loss, bullying, violence, y/n gets beat up, death is brought up

🐇 ׅ ‌ ࣪ ˖ ❋ ࣪ ◌.⠀⪨

After the disappearance of your younger brother, Bruce, you’ve felt as though you haven't been able to find any peace at all. Your days have begun to consist of going to school and putting up as many flyers of your missing brother as you could everyday. You’d often walk around town at least twice per day as well, stopping in every store, every alleyway and every street to search for him and taking longer to search in places you knew he’d like to go to. Even after weeks had gone by you never gave up, you began to lose friends and your popularity status was slowly going down. You had hardly been eating and had become much weaker. Your skin had lost its glow and was pale with dark eye bags. Your clothes were often reused and whenever you took a shower, you could never remember whether you had put soap on or not. You were so tired, so exhausted and so scared. But you would never give up, no matter how far you have to go, you would never skip one day of putting fliers up and searching all of your brothers favorite places. 

You were calling out his name around the cinema, a few days before he disappeared he had gone to watch a movie with his friends and you’d often circle around the cinema to see if there was any sort of trace of him left behind. You were sure that he wouldn't have run away, your home life wasn't perfect but Bruce was a good kid and you knew him like the back of your hand. You were older than him by a year but even then, the two of you felt like the bestest friends. You rotated around the cinema a few more times before calling it a day, the sun had begun to set about half an hour ago and the only people left on the street were the neighborhood punks trying to start fights wherever they went and the sketchy adults who watched you intensely as you walked past their house.

You began heading to your house which was a couple of blocks down. “Hey look! It's the chick that's always searching for that dead guy” a boy said as you passed by him and his friends. You were used to being made fun of, used to being the talk of the town for always looking for your brother, but you didn't care and you would not care until your younger brother was found. “I bet she killed him!” another boy said, attempting to whisper but failing terribly. You flinched at the comment but began picking up the pace of yourself to speed past them. “Yeah, walk faster! Maybe you’ll find Bruce down there” the first boy from before heckled at you. You were tired, exhausted from the lack of sleep and the constant stress that you couldn't even think of a good comeback so you kept your head down. That was until you felt something lightweight hit your back and fall to the floor quickly. You stopped and spent a second thinking before deciding to turn around to pick it up, to your shock it was a missing flier of Bruce with disrespectful doodles all over the face of your brother crumpled into a small ball. You stared at it with blank eyes that watered the longer you stared at it but you held them back because you knew that if you gave them a reaction you’d only feed into their game, he was never mean to others and he had never done bad things, he didn't deserve this. “Geez don't tell me she’s gonna cry over some drawings” one of them said as the group approached you all huddled together, that was when you realized that slowing down was an awful mistake. “..just leave me alone, please” you pleaded while stuffing the piece of paper into your pocket, it was obvious you were in danger and you needed to get out of there quickly. “Or what? You're gonna kill us just like how you did to your brother?” one of them spat at you, the more he spoke the more your heart hurt. Out of anyone in the world, you cared about Bruce the most, and it pained you to hear such accusations that you couldn't even bear to think about.

You couldn't defend yourself, you knew you wouldn't be able to at this point. You were shaking from fear and your body was exhausted, and even if you did have the energy, you'd gone down in pounds rapidly and your strength would be incredibly low. You were helpless, and part of you just wanted to die on this street, because maybe you would be able to find Bruce faster that way. You were too caught up in your train of thought that you didn't realize the several threats coming from all around you, and once you did it was too late as the fist had made its way across your cheek already. You fell back a bit only to be tripped by another boy waiting behind you who pulled on your hair so that you fell onto the concrete pavement. One boy began holding you down as the supposed leader continued to lay punches to you while your head bang against the hard concrete pavement everytime you attempted to get up “This is for bruce!” one of them yelled at you while the rest continued to laugh and mock you with your brother. You wanted to fight back, but you couldn't, all you could think about how badly everything hurt, about how you’d be leaving your mother and father with only one daughter left. About Bruce and how you hoped for him to be found, you thought about your childhood, and you thought that if you were to die here, who would be the one to find you? You felt yourself slowly close your eyes, your nose was dripping with blood, you could taste a small drop in your mouth. You finally closed your eyes, ready to accept fate. But just then you felt yourself suddenly get lighter. Your face hurt and you were in so much pain that it hurt to open your eyes, but you squinted your eyes open just enough to see what had happened, and that's when you saw blond locks in front of you, he had pushed the boy off of you and seemed to be messing him up. The others run off while abandoning their leader because of the sudden act. You saw your mystery savior drop the leader onto the floor with his nose bleeding and hunching over but stomach as some of his lunch came out. You wanted to say something but you couldn't. So when the mystery man got close to you, you realized exactly who your hero was, 

Vance hopper.

AUTHORS NOTE not too sure how i feel about this, i kind of hate it but also kind of like it at the same time? very mixed feelings haha. I think if it gets good feedback i'd be open to making a part two but right now im thinking of writing a bruce x reader as he really does deserve more love on this site </33 also i researched a bit online to find the boys canon age but i couldnt find anything so here im assuming vance as 16/17 with reader being the same as him while bruce lays around 15/16!!

[euphoniumpets]

Hi☺️ just want to say I love your work, you are a great writer and thank you so much for taking requests for My Name! 💕

Could we please get another Do Gang Jae fic. Smut with a bit of fluff too maybe at the end? 😍

I can't help it, I love him so much! I wish we got to see more of him in the show. I honestly thought he was gonna turn out differently at the start 😩

Thank you!

Always on my mind | Do Gangjae

Summary: Having a relationship inside of Dongcheon was forbidden when you arrived at the place. That was all until when you met Gangjae and he noticed you and ever since, you had always been on his mind. What will happen when his desire takes over and break that rule?

A/n: I suck at summaries especially when it is complicated ones lmao. Anyway, thank you for not being a nonnie because i feel lonely if i can describe it lmao when i write these request because I don't get to know you guys :( don't be afraid i don't bite! AND YES i felt bad for him of how he turned out in the show bcz he had so high hopes.. DO YOU SEE HOW INNOCENT HE LOOKS IN THIS GIF I FOUND?

Warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ minors dni, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fingering, steamy sex, and pls give me holy water and forgive me father for i've sinned for writing this fic.

Ever since you stepped inside of Dongcheon, you had always been on his mind. He didn't care if your hair wasn't brushed or that you looked like you didn't slept for days at all. He was mesmerized as soon you stepped inside those doors and never looked back.

Ever since you were always in his mind. He would see you when he slept, trained with the others or when he was doing something else.

Gangjae wouldn't describe himself as a shy person, he was intiative and always took the step out first before anyone did it. But something about you made him nervous when he was around you.

A question was always left his mind because he wanted to know why you joined Dongcheon out of all places when you could go into university or get a better job. That made him curios about you and he wanted to know more about you.

He knew the rules of course, that attachment was forbidden when you had arrived considering that you were the second woman beside Jiwoo.

He didn't know why he felt so drawn to you.

It was 9 pm and he couldn't sleep. As always, he couldn't get off the image of your smile when he got to see it for the first time today when he saw you and Jiwoo talking.

Letting out a sigh, he approached towards the gym when he heard the boxing noises when he approached it closer. He frowned when he saw the small light streaming from the room of the hallway.

He was surprised when he saw you with the boxing gloves around your hands as you kept punching the bag in front of you.

You panted as you let out a grunt before you threw another punch on the bag. You couldn't sleep and you thought you could waste your energy on some more training. You had been lacking off lately and Mujin wasn't happy with your results.

''Hey,'' You snapped your head in surprise when you saw Gangjae in front of you as he leaned on the fence. You didn't even notice that he was in the gym. ''Hey,'' You let out a breath, feeling embarassed that you didn't even notice him standing there.

''How long have you been standing there?'' You questioned as you wiped the sweat on your forehead. ''Not long,'' he replied with a smile on his face. ''How long have you been here?'' He asked as you glanced at the clock on the wall.

''After dinner,'' You answered as he widened his eyes. ''Have you been here for, what? three hours?'' He asked shocked. ''I need to train more, Choi Mujin told me that my training has been sloppy,'' You replied.

''Let me help you,'' He offered.

''Are you sure?'' You asked him.

''Yeah, come on, I will help you,'' He responded as he walked away to take some boxinghands before he stood in the middle of the gym. You stared at him blankly as he let out a chuckle towards your expression. ''Don't worry, I will go easy on you,'' He teased you as you rolled your eyes before walking closer.

''Ready?'' He asked as the two of you were ready in your positions. You took a deep breath as you nodded before he threw a punch towards you. You tried to remember all the weak spots that Choi Mujin taught you and Jiwoo as you defended yourself from his punches.

Gangjae threw a punch on your stomach and flipped you over on the ground. You let out a grunt before you flipped yourself up and punched him again. He dodged your punch before he flipped you on the ground, keeping you locked so you couldn't get released from his grip. You grunted as you tried to wriggle out his grip as you saw his face in front of you.

He continued to try and hold you still on the ground and you swore you could see his eyes flicker down on your lips. You knew what he was thinking and he knew what you were thinking.

''We shouldn't do it,'' You whispered as you looked into his eyes.

''I don't care,'' He responded before he met his lip against yours. You let out a small moan when you felt him kiss you - hard on the lips as his hands moved towards your back as you could feel your legs wrap around his waist. You let out a sigh when you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him closer to your body before you let go to catch your breath.

You both breathed heavily before he attacked your mouth again as you felt him lift you from the ground. You was so caught up at kissing him when you didn't even realize until now when he had led you to his room.

You let out a small thump when you felt him throw you on the mattress and watched him undress his sweaty shirt and his boxers down. You did the same and when you were done, he crawled on top on you as he kept sending kisses all over your body.

You let out a sigh when you felt him kiss on your chest before it trailed over to your neck. You let out a surprised gasp when you felt his palm go under your panties as you could feel the wettness as he rubbed your clit in small movements. ''Gangjae,'' You gasped his name as he continued to kiss on your neck.

You gasped when you felt him put a finger inside you as he kept pumping in and out of your pussy in a rhythm. ''Say my name again,'' He mumbled into your neck as you kept whimpering in front of you.

''Gangjae,'' You moaned as his free hand gripped your left wrist against the mattress. Your hips buckled against him as the pressure inside of your stomach grew. ''Such a good girl for me, yeah?'' He mumbled as you let out a whimper from your mouth.

He released his mouth from your neck before he buried his head between your breasts. You kept moaning for him and when you felt about to cum, he released his fingers from your cunt. ''What are you doing?'' You asked him, annoyed as he let out a chuckle towards your behavior. ''Tonight, I only want you to cum on my cock,'' He told you before he kissed you.

You saw his hardening cock in front of you as it made your mouth water towards the sight. He placed his body between your legs as he spread your legs even wider. You let out a small moan when you felt him grind his cock on your wet cunt in front of you.

''Please,'' You pleaded him since you were done being teased by him. You heard him let out a chuckle as he placed the tip of his cock on the entrance. You sucked a breath in when you felt the tip.

Before you even know it, you let out a surprise gasp when you felt him slip inside of you. You gripped the bedsheets tightly as both of you moaned out loud towards the europhic feeling.

''Gangjae,'' You moaned when you felt his head bury of your neck as you gripped tightly on his shoulders. His cock stretched you out with pleasure. ''God, you're so tight,'' He muttered before he began to move. His pace began to go slow before you urged him to go quicker.

He continued to go a quicker pace as he listened to your moans that sounded like music to his ears. You could feel that you were close and he began to quicken his pace even further. Then, like the time had frozen, you felt your stomach tighten as an euphoric feeling came washing through you.

The two of you said nothing for a while as you catched your breath. Gangjae let out a sigh before he lifted his head up from your neck as you saw him grin before giving you a kiss. His limb cock slipped out as he walked towards the bathroom to clean him up. He walked out and towards you with a towel in his hand as he helped you clean up before the two of you went back to bed.

You didn't spoke for a while as you could feel his warmth body and enjoyed each other presence. ''Why did you join Dongcheon?'' He asked and cut the silence. He trailed his fingers on your arm as he had his left arm wrapped around you.

''I came here to look after my father,'' You responded with a sigh.

''After my mom died, she told me that he was part of this organization,'' You answered as you looked up and met his eyes.

''My mom got killed after I decided to join,'' You revealed as you looked down and trailed your fingers into small pattern on his abs.

''I will help you find him,'' He responded as you looked at him with a frown. ''Really?'' You questioned. After you was told that your dad left you, and then later your mom died, you didn't had anyone to trust before when you met Gangjae.

''Whatever you go through, I'll go through it with you,'' He replied with a soft smile on his face. You smiled as you nodded and placed your head onto his shoulder as you could feel him drag you closer to his body.

[desiredmalfoy]

You’re Pretty! (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Genre: Pure fluff that is meant to be light hearted. Enjoy!

Summary: Draco can’t stop calling his girlfriend pretty.

Warnings: Some very mild bad language. Very small, you’ll probably miss it. Medical inaccuracies, sorry I am not an expert.

Universe: No Voldy :)

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Things were going well for you today. You had woken up early, they served your favorite breakfast and you had even received amazing marks in your classes today. You had also spent some of your time with your boyfriend Draco before he had to go to quidditch practice. It was one of those ideal days you loved.

You were currently sitting on the couch of the common room catching up on a book series you have been meaning to read. You grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it in your mouth. Your peace and quiet were soon interrupted by an out of breath Theo. He ran into the common room still dressed in his quidditch uniform and broom in hand. If he didn’t look so serious, you would laugh at his current state. You lifted your eyes slightly from your book, enough to notice him making his way to you.

It seems things were going too well for you today. 

“(Y/N)…yo-you need to go to the i-infirmary.” He attempted to catch his breath. “Draco’s in there.”

“What happened to Draco?” You lifted yourself off the couch quickly and stood up. The book left idly now on the floor. 

“There was an accident on the quidditch field.” You were now following out of the common room and up the stairs out of the dungeon. 

You tried your best to keep up with him as he was basically running down the halls. “Explain Theo!”

“So Crabbe was eating this snack right? It was really greas-”

“Nott, I don’t give a damn what Crabbe was eating.”

“There is a point to this! Well, he went straight to grab his bat because you know he plays beater position. Right, so the grease caused it to slip and it hit Draco in the head!”

“You’re telling me he got hit in the head?!” The two of you had finally made it to the infirmary and were now standing outside of it. 

“Yes! You should have seen it (y/n)! It was such a bloody freak accident!”

You ignored that last part and instead pushed the doors open. There were only a handful of students in there so finding your boyfriend wouldn’t be hard. You spotted a familiar blond head towards the back of the infirmary. You rushed to his side where Madam Pomfrey was tending to his injury. 

“Ah! Miss (y/l/n)! I suppose you’re here to see Mister Malfoy?” You had stopped in your track once she had turned her attention to you. You carefully made your way to the chair next to his bed. 

You grabbed his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes, dear. Received a big bruise to the head but I’ve already healed that. He has a concussion, poor thing was out of it before you arrived. But he’ll be okay.” She gave you a reassuring smile in an attempt to calm your nerves and the turmoil that was occurring in your head. 

You sat next to Draco in silence waiting for him to wake up once again. Minutes turned into an hour quickly and you were starting to doze off yourself when you heard grunting coming from beside you. 

“Draco, are you alright? Do you need anything? I can get Madam Pomfrey if you would like?” You were quickly by his side as he started to gain consciousness. 

“What’s going on? Who are you? And why does my head hurt so much?” He winced as his hand touched the top of his head where the injury occurred. You quickly grabbed his hand and kept it away. 

“Who do you think I am?” You asked him curious as to what he would respond.

“A really pretty stranger.” His voice came out sounding a bit groggy since he had just woken up.

“I’m your girlfriend Draco.” You explained giggling at the situation beforehand. “And you had an accident.”

“Girlfriend? Wow, you’re so pretty!” There was a hint of awe in his voice as he stared up at you. “I’m really lucky.”

“Let me go get Madam Pomfrey so she can make sure you’re okay.” You left to find her and come see him. She did another evaluation of him and came to the conclusion that he was fine. The hit to the head must have caused him to be confused but he was not suffering from amnesia. You sighed a breath of relief. She instead gave him a potion to help with the pain.

“So you’re really my girlfriend?” Draco questioned you once again as soon as Madam Pomfrey left his side once again. You took a seat in the corner of his bed and held his hand. “How long have we been dating?”

“Since fifth year when you finally got the courage to ask me out.” You joked with him. “Two years now.”

“Can’t blame me. You’re so pretty, anyone would be nervous to ask you.” A blush spread across your face at this. 

“I can’t believe I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” His voice had started to become softer as he started to feel sleepy. The potion given to him for pain finally started to have an effect on him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here again in the morning. They won’t let me stay the night. I’ll bring you breakfast okay?”

“Okay, I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Dray.”

——

You had been right, the night before shortly after you were sent back to your dorm with the promise you could see your boyfriend in the morning. You unwillingly left his side and headed back to your dorm. 

It was now breakfast time and you had only come to get a plate for you and Draco. You rushed to your usual stop where all your friends sat. You quickly greeted them and started to look for foods you knew Draco liked. 

“How’s Draco doing?” Pansy asked you. 

“Last night I saw that I saw him, he was out of it. But he’s doing better. I’m going to go see him now and see how he's doing.” 

“Let us know how he’s doing okay?” Blaise spoke up and gave you one of his rare smiles. No matter the tough exterior, you knew he was worried about his best friend. 

“I will don’t worry.” You grabbed the plates and made your way out of the great hall. Moving against the crowd of students still coming for breakfast. 

You quickly arrived and opened the door that led to your boyfriend. You could see from here that he was already up and much better. He saw you coming his way and his eyes lit up as soon as they saw you. 

“Hey babe, you’re finally here to see me.” He said as you put the two plates of food on his bedside table. He pulled you into his side and gave you a kiss.

“You don’t remember I was here yesterday.” You pulled away laughing a bit in amusement. 

“Not at all. Yesterday was blurry. All I remember was being on the quidditch pitch and next thing I’m here.”

“Oh? So you don’t remember calling me the prettiest girl ever? Or forgetting I was your girlfriend?” You kissed the side of his temple gently.

“Can you blame me? Any bloke who would have just woken up not remembering anything would think the same about you. Because you are darling.” It was his turn to place a kiss on your blushing cheeks. 

“Well, you were definitely shocked I would date you.” You laughed recalling the events of the previous night. 

He laughed along with you as you told him what had happened the night before. “It’s a good thing I only said true things last night.”

“Now let’s eat so I can leave this place. I have to go see Crabbe.”

“Here you go”, you placed the plate of all his favorites in front of him. Having just a pinch of pity on Crabbe but not really seeing as your boyfriend was injured because of him.

“Hey, Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You promised me last night we could do whatever I wanted this weekend?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I do and you promised.”

“Only because I love you I’ll take your word for it.”

He in fact did not say that last night but he didn’t have to know that.

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