#head in my fucking hands I GOTTA FILL THE TIME TILL RELEASE SOMEHOW

[invinciblerodent]

"I need to rein it in, I don't know the characters yet, so I won't write fic about them- it'd just end up being out of character anyway."

(proceeds to write like four pages)

"well, okay, that's.... fine, it's ambiguous enough, they barely speak. but i won't mention the kind of tattoos this character is supposed to have without seeing what options I have for them in the cc, just to keep things neat and canon-accurate."

(proceeds to spend like half an hour brainstorming ideas for exactly that)

[aetheternity]

When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

Sprays the minors be gone spray

Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

Armin

Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

"Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

"You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

"I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

"I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

The ache inside him slowly being released.

"You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

"Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

"That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

"Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

"Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

"Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

Eren

Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

"I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

His soul almost escapes him.

"Mommy.." He grunts

You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

"Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

"I know.. but fuuucckk."

He's absolutely losing his mind.

He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

Starts to shake when he gets close.

His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

"God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

"Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

Jean

"Help me? Please?"

Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

"What's the magic word, love?"

"..Mommy."

Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

"Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

"I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

Till you're cumming around his cock.

Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

Connie

"I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

Just a little. 🤏

You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

"Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

"Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

"I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

"God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

"You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

"Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

Levi

Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

"What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

Groans when your nails dig into his back.

Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

And you're clenching around him so tight.

Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

And surprisingly it's a lot.

And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles vacation to Hawaii

Summary: a little continuation of this family. The styles take a vacation to Hawaii with mild bumps in the road. 

a/n: no warnings, but harry is not famous in this. I’ve never been to Hawaii and do not much of the hawaiian attire/culture, i just did research and put what i found. If there’s any misconceptions or if i’ve offended anyone by accident pls lmk!

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Harry

“Honey, you have to let go so we’re not late for the plane” Harry grunts, trying to stealthily pull Ava away from her hold on Milo. 

“No! We can’t leave Mimi” she cries out, cuddling her face into the pup’s fur even more. 

“Mimi has to stay with nan, honey” From his tone you can tell he’s losing patience.

It’s a definite eyesore. The whole situation takes place on your mother's porch. You were all meant to say your goodbyes before the three of you–– no Milo–– go off on a small vacation to Hawaii. 

Ava is holding on to the australian shepherd, not letting up one bit. You would think she glued herself onto him without anyone knowing, with how she latched on.

Milo in front of your mother's feet, enjoying what he thinks is a hug it seems. Only letting out long whines when Ava's sobs get out of control.

Harry is standing behind Ava, bent at the wait trying to pry her off her best friend.

You're crouched beside her, a hand on her back, trying to convince her to let go.

Ava's poor grandmother stands in the doorway. A look of agony on her face as she watches it all go down.

The–– now three year old–– has been throwing a hissy fit in the car, holding onto Milo's paw. Ever since Harry informed her how they were going to her nan's house to drop off Milo and then hurry to the plane. She saw the news like a terrible taste in her mouth, while she stared at you both in the rearview mirror eyes widened. 

You know how much the two love each other, but you didn't expect her to throw a fit like this.

“Ava I know you’re upset but, you gotta let go honey so Mimi can have fun with grandma. Don’t you want to go on the airplane, hm? Weren’t you excited about it?” You ask her, beginning to unclasp one hand and go for the other, trying to bring into your arms.

But with quickness, she remembered the only way she would be able to go on this vacation. Without Milo, she wraps her arms around Milo again. 

“Baby, Milo has to stay. Dog’s aren’t allowed in Hawaii” At this moment, Harry is willing to try anything.

“They’re not?” she asks, tilting her head back a little to see her father’s face. 

“Nope, Milo won’t have fun there. He’ll have more fun with Nana” he tells her, bringing his thumbs down to wipe away the tears. 

“...I wanna stay with Mimi!” 

Milo doesn’t eject this idea, letting his chin rest on her small shoulder. You and Harry huff in frustration, glancing at each other. Your mother...well she’s had enough of whatever foolishness you and H are pulling right now. 

“Okay enough of this” your mother starts, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ava, honeybee, Tell Milo and your grandma see you later and let go of him so you can have fun on your trip with your parents.” She says this with a stern, yet loving tone. Down to business and nothing else. 

“Yes nana” she mumbles, placing a few kisses to Milo’s cheek and glides to your mom. 

You and Harry look at each other in an instant, eyes wide at the way your mother fixed the problem in less than a minute. A mutual look of what the fuck, as in the what the fuck were you possibly doing wrong. 

“Thanks mum.” Harry says sheepish, looking at the calming little one swaying in your mother’s arms.  

“Yeah thanks mom” you say, standing up straight.

“No problem, Now get going, before she fusses again”

You all exchange your see you laters. Ava has yet another sweet moment with Milo. While Harry tells her she won't be staying in Hawaii forever and Milo won't stay with Nana forever. As you're driving away you all wave at the two, Ava yelling to Milo.

“Bye Mimi! See you soon! Don’t chase a squirrel when I’m gone!” She yells out the window, her arm waving in the wind. 

You and Harry share a chuckle. Despite what she may think, Milo has never chased a squirrel in his life. She's watched it once on a cartoon and it somehow filled her heard with the imaginary scenario. 

When both her grandmother and bestfriend are out of sight, she turns her head to the other window. A solemn look on her face, looking out the window like the Kermit the Frog meme. 

You play the Frozen 2 soundtrack for the less pouty girl behind you. But when you don't hear the shrill sound of her singing, you look behind you to see an upset look upon her cherub face. 

Her bottom lip is juts out, her hands fisted and arms crossed. 

“You okay?” you ask her, turning in your seat to cradle her knee. 

She’s dressed cutesy in a matching sweat set and a cute beanie rested over her plaits. 

“No. I’m upset and I wanna yell” she looks at you, resting her case, before she turns her head back to its original spot. 

Harry peeks at the interaction through the rear view mirror; an eyebrow quirked. One hand on the wheel while the other takes its natural spot in your lap, your fingers tangled with his. 

“Why are you upset?” you ask. 

“Because…” she groans, trying to figure out her ‘big feelings’. “You left Mimi and now he’ll hate me” 

“He won’t hate you, you’re his favorite person” 

“You guys don’t love me either!” She whines, glaring out the window. Wigging in her spot, causing your hand to fall from her knee. 

“That’s not true! We love you” you exclaim, in a loving manner. 

“Then get Mimi” 

“Mimi is staying with grandma Ava, enough.” Harry’s voice catches her attention immediately. “ It's okay to be upset but Hawaii doesn’t accept dogs, remember?” 

She only huffs, dropping her hands from her chest. 

“Can you play the when I am older song, please mommy?” she almost whispers.

You accept her request, turning so you’re seated right. Playing the song and hearing her sing eases your glazed stare a bit. Releasing a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head against the window adds a bit to your release. 

Harry raises the entangled hands away from your lap, placing an adored kiss to the back of your hand. Sending a quick questioning look your way. 

“I’m fine” you send back, in a smile. No mother wants to hear those words.

He can’t do much with him driving and with Ava in the car. So he places a kiss to the back of your hand once more, and extends his hand so he caresses the back of your neck. 

“You’re doing a great job, stop being so hard on yourself” he encourages.

If your mom was here she’d give you a tip or two on how you and Harry are too soft on Ava. You couldn’t help leaving all the disciplining to Harry, you probably were definitely too soft on her at times.  

-

Through all the pouting, belting of kid songs, and Harry's annoying jokes and teasing. Five hours later you've made it to the resort. 

At the moment, Harry was checking you both in while you and Ava looked around the gift shop. When you feel someone’s arm come around your shoulder, you jump. But the feeling of his cold rings and brings you down. 

“Scared me, don’t do that” a breath of relief follows as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. He gets the memo immediately, leaning down for a peck to the lips. 

“Made a friend in the lobby.” He tells you like nothing. Eyes shifting at his little girl looking through the stuffed animals and keychains.  

“Are you okay?” you ask in disbelief. 

“What?” he laughs, one eyebrow perched.

“Like in the head”

“I’m not following…”

“Why are you so good at making friends with strangers this easily? Seriously.” 

He laughs you off like it’s nothing, but it’s uncomic. You wish you could blame it on being shy, but compared to Harry it was not that easy for you to chat up strangers enough that you become acquaintances. 

Your husband could make friends with a duck if he wanted to. Everywhere you went. Whether in the ice cream shop a few miles away at home or the park where you took Ava all the time .He was always chatting with someone, in the end pulling you in. 

He only laughs it off, beyond doubt enjoying the look on your face. “We agreed to save each other a seat at the Luau tonight, for whoever gets there first. Talked to the husband actually, but you’ll see”

“You’re insane” you tease him.

“Can I have this?” A teal, stuffed sea turtle is thrusts in the direction of you and Harry. 

“How do we ask nicely” you say. 

“Can I get this?” she smiles, a smile so sweet, your tooth hurts from looking at it. She’s the most adorable thing and knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. 

“My sweet little baby.” Harry crooned, advancing to her, lifting her into his tattooed arms. Placing a series of kisses to her plump cheeks. She giggles, never wanting the affection to stop. “You can have it,” he tells her. “Let’s go to the till.”

“Harry you didn’t even check the price” you chimed in. 

“Shh. We’re having a moment” he acknowledged. He outstretches his arm, so his palm meets your face gently. You laugh into it, before you smack his wrist away, then placing a light kiss to his wrist when he whines.  

-

It’s some hours later. You’re all getting ready for the hotel’s hosted dinner/Luau tonight. The three of you took a two and a half hour nap. 

You were touching up your light makeup while Harry got Ava ready. He lost two rounds of rock-paper-scissors and now must deal with the havoc that is dressing Ava. 

“Baby, get the trousers mommy picked out for you” you Harey him tell Ava. 

“Trousers?” She says the word with confusion, “Don’t have trousers babe? That’s a silly word.” 

Then you hear the raspy laugh of Harry. 

“Your pants, get your pants and your top too” 

Not even a minute later do you hear Harry asking her to stop wiggling around. 

Harry walks in the bathroom, a giggling Ava sat on his hip. 

Harry adores a very laid back...dad look you could say. The back of the white wife beater he’s wearing get’s covered by a black button up shirt with flamingos patterned all over it. He’s also wearing  a pair of shorts and his favorite vans. 

Ava’s tucked into a set. a cami top with matching flared pants and sunflowers ornamented the black fabric. 

“Oooh look at mumma, beautiful huh?” he asks Ava, extending one hand towards you, once you clasp your hands in his, he spins you letting his eyes sink in.

“Yeah!”

“Thank you both” you smile as Harry tugs you in for a swift kiss. 

You had picked out an angelic, ivory crochet set. The top you’re wearing shows off your midriff and the long, flowy skirt matches with beautiful lace detailing. 

You turn to Ava to give her a kiss on her cheek. “You look so handsome.” you tell Harry, letting your hand run through his hair. “And you look so adorable, you like your outfit?” taking her from Harry’s hands. 

“Yeah, I like the flowers–– Can I have some too?” she points to the plethora of makeup products spread over the bathroom counter. 

Looking over at Harry for his confirmation, he nods. You take the brush running it over the blush, before brushing it over her chubby cheeks and her nose.

“Tickles,” she laughs, pushing your hand away. 

“Are you ladies ready to go?” 

-

“Wow! Look the fires!” She points at the lines of tiki torches submerged into the sand, jumping as she sits on your hip. 

The layout is stunning. There’s a stage for the performance, round tables spread out everywhere across the beach, and a buffet in the back. 

Most of the tables are already filled, albeit the show was to start in like twenty minutes. 

“There they are, over there” Harry indicated, his hand waving back at a family of four. 

With Harry’s hand settled on your back, he weaved the three of you to the table. 

“Hey Shawn.” Harry greeted, their hands clasped together as they brought each other in, clapping each other on the back. 

Shawn was a tall man, a few inches taller than Harry, and very built. He had amazing brown skin, clear like a mirror, and was bald––which he pulled off effortlessly. 

“This is my wife, y/n and my daughter Ava” he smiled at the two of you, while you shook hands with Shawn and asked Ava to say a hello. Which she did, like bursting a ball of energy as put her hands out for a handshake like she watched her parents do. It caused a laugh out of everyone. She didn’t know why they were laughing at her, but she enjoyed the attention. 

“This is my wife Avni” you hugged, as close as you could, with a petite, expecting Indian woman. She was radiant as she smiled at you and Harry. “These are my kids Grey and Aster” you shook hands with them both. 

Grey looked about Ava’s age, bouncy coils moving as he bobbed up and down in his seat. His sister, who looked in her tweens, sported the same hair texture. Aster more silent of the two sent her greetings kindly. 

“And the third is still cooking in here” he laughed, setting his hands down on Avni’s early protruding belly. 

With that joke, you understand exactly how the two of them got to know each other, as Harry joined in with his laugh. The wives chuckled amongst themselves. 

“How far along are you?” you solicited.

“Three and a half months” Avni smiled proudly, rubbing both hands around her belly. 

You cooed, “It’s amazing, you’re literally glowing. You're making me miss being pregnant” you joke. 

“Okay! Enough of that. One little devil is enough.” Harry tickles your side, as a result you jab his side with your elbow gently, as he grins down at you. “We’re gonna go get some food,” he informs the couple.

-

Now everyone’s sitting around the table anticipating for the show to start. Conversation running pretty smoothly. The four of you were even able to make a few plans for the week you are here for. You had gotten a high chair for Ava to sit and eat in, but she wasn’t having it. Failing around while reaching for you.

 In result, she’s now sitting in your lap, bouncing side to side. Munching on her French fries, chicken, and sipping on her pineapple juice. 

“Taste good?” Harry asks his toddler. 

“Mhm” she hums, shoving her thumb into his face. 

“I can tell” he chuckles, extending a napkin to wipe her face clean. 

You tilt your head down closer to hers, to see sauce around her mouth, some of it on her cheek even. 

“Daddy.”

“Hm, baby?”

“Mimi would like this, he loves the chicken mommy gives me” 

“You give Mimi your chicken?”

“No”

You both laugh it off, not seeing the point in correcting her. 

“Who’s Mimi”

“Mimi is our dog, he's big and he can talk!” Ava answered, her voice ringing with excitement. 

“Dog’s can’t talk!” The high-pitched voice of Grey argued, eye brows pitched together. 

“That’s a fib, Mimi talks to me all the time!” she defended. 

Thankfully,  the show was beginning, two young women and four young men came out on stage. Dressed in their traditional Hula attire. 

You and Avni shared a grateful smile, knowing neither of you would know how to suppress their little spiff. 

The dance is mesmerizing and it was nice with the sun almost setting as a background. Light hues of orange shaded the sea as the night took over the rest.  Everyone watched in awh, clapping when it was appropriate. The women’s skirt flowed amongst the air like water.  

Harry’s arm propps on the back of your chair. During the performance you feel his fingers run against the back of your neck. 

You turn your head towards, trying not to disturb the entranced little girl on your lap. “What?” you mouth. 

“It’s beautiful” he whispers to you. 

“I know” you tell him, smiling when he rolls his eyes at you. 

At some point in the show, the original dancers plus a few more stepped off the stage. An array of Lei’s on their arms, watching as they put Leis around their chosen person’s neck. During this time a woman walks behind Harry, setting one around his neck. 

You laugh at the shocked look on his face and the way he fixes his posture. She places a grip onto his arm, making him stand up so she could guide her to the rest of the others. Avni gets chosen too. 

The smile on your face makes your face hurt as you watch Harry “dance” up there. The man definitely didn’t have the bet rhythm but he’s having fun and you loved that. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!...” Ava cheered on her father, clapping her hands. Harry looks towards her, waving. She gets even more excited chanting his title louder. 

She's Not interrupting anything, you’re surprised he heard her in the first place. But also not, she always knew how to project her voice when needed. 

A little over a minute goes by when Ava raises her hand and keeps it up there until you’re able to flag down someone for a lei, which you both get. The both of you walk up to Harry and you set Ava on the ground. 

A slight circle forms as you three hold hands together. Just swaying. Sometimes letting go because Harry wanted to spin the two of you. It’s a beautiful image, you're sure. All the glee you could hold in your body transpires in the way you danced with them. 

When you’re walking back to your hotel room, your arms are hooked with Harry’s and your head rests on his shoulder. An almost asleep Ava in his arm. He stops to bring his free hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you for giving me this, I love you” he whispers against your lips. 

-

Last night, after the dinner and the Hula, Ava had facetimed Nana. To be honest, she had wanted to say a goodnight to Milo, but talking to her grandmother was always a plus. She was still dressed in her outfit, you and Harry getting ready for the night, so you could then focus on her. 

She sat up against the headboard, Your giant phone–– compared to her hands–– held in her tiny ones.  You were looking through her duffle bag for her pyjamas when you heard…

“Look Mimi, I saved you chicken”, her small teeth bared, holding up a piece of her chicken from dinner. Your phone is now being propped up against a pillow. 

You looked up to watch her pull a piece of chicken from her...pant pocket. 

That was the point you reavulated yourself as a parent and had to think about what kind of kid you and Harry were possibly raising. 

“Harry!” you called for him.

He walked out, an eyebrow quirked.

“Look.” you hiss, voice low.

‘God…’ Harry thinks. “Where’d she get that chicken from?” he asks, running his towel over his hair. 

“Her pocket! Why are you so casual about this?”

“Angel...you had a baby with me, what’d you expect?” he questions, seriously questions you this.

“You’re fixing it then, Mr. mini-me”

-

Presently, you’re all at the beach. Three towels and three umbrellas lay in/on the sand. You’ve rubbed sunscreen on Ava twice now and have had to remind Harry three times. After last time there was no way you’d be rubbing aloe vera on him all night. 

“Baby you’re dripping it.” You sigh, reaching over to wipe her chin of the chocolate ice cream she was eating, from a cup you might add. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“No, thank you” she replies, kicking her feet out. 

You’ve all swam a bit, but now are on a mini break from the water and saw they were selling ice cream close by. 

It’s pretty quiet between the three of you, too busy enjoying your treat. 

She gasps, “Daddy you’re a fibber” Ava says indifferently, slurping even more of her ice cream from her spoon.

He guffaws, caught off guard from her statement. He shifts towards the two of you. The way the wind blows his hair and the sun makes the green in his eyes even brighter catches you off guard–– the sight of his abs doesn’t hurt either. 

You also knew it wouldn’t be long until his hair gained some highlights and his freckles would be more prompt. You couldn’t wait.

“How’m I a fibber, messy?” squinting down at her.

“Look!”she points, “There’s a puppy right there” 

There is, you turn your eyes to where her fingers point to see a woman walking a black Dachshund.

Harry turns his head towards him, a sad look on his face. “You’re right baby. I’m a fibber. I’m sorry”

Ava hurls from her seat to latch her arms around his neck, “It’s okay daddy, now Mimi can come next time” she tells him.

If there’s one thing about Ava, it’s how much she hates sadness. Unless it’s from her. Then it’s perfectly okay. She hates sadness so much, she particularly had a dislike for the character from Inside out. Until you had to explain to her how sadness is something that is okay and needed from time to time, Like in the movie.

After her round of affection towards Harry, she emplaces herself into his lap.

“Daddy. Mommy.”

You both hum an answer. 

“It looks like a hot dog” she eyes the dog while it trots down the sand. 

“It does huh?” Harry answers, brushing her flyaways back. All while you laugh into your palm.

Your hands feel tingly when you wrap it around Harry’s neck, pulling him into you. His head lays against your shoulder. 

Definitely a vacation to remember and cherish.

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if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[doctorgerth]

HELLOO! Can I request a Sabo x Chubby S/O that’s NSFW? Sabo having a breeding kink! Included with creampie and some praising. I don’t think anyone/many have asked for Sabo and I just need some loving from this exquisite man. 😤❤️ There can be a lot of fluff with this one to! If you don’t want to or have an overwhelming amount of requests/suggestions, then disregard this one! It’s all good and thank you!❤️❤️

hellooooo!!! oh man we’re entering dangerous territory with sabo thirsts 🔥 I somehow ended up using the d and m words and I want to crawl in a hole and die someone stop me I’m begging 😩

plz just imagine older Sabo who is retired from the revolutionaries and you are his pretty chubby wife <3

don’t read if pregnancy makes you feel icky.

sabo x chubby f!reader

(nsfw warning — breeding, use of “daddy” and “mommy” bc I have no self control when it comes to breeding kink apparently)

domesticity looks good on you.

in fact, maybe a little too good, Sabo thinks to himself amidst blind pleasure as he rails into you from behind. the mere sight of you folding laundry enough to have him bending you over the couch, thinking that the only thing your perfect life together could possibly be missing is a child.

“squeezing around me so good,” his fingers dig into the supple flesh of your ass, admiring how your skin ripples with every harsh thrust, “gonna fuck a baby into you - huff - you’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?”

this is surely a conversation more appropriate for anywhere other than hasty fucking against the old living room couch, but as his arm snakes underneath your soft belly, thinking about how cute you’d look so fucked out and full of his seed, belly swelling over months as you carry his child, he can’t possibly think of anything else.

“god, yes, Sabo! fill me up, baby, please! wanna make you a daddy!”

he stops, almost completely stills inside of you as the sound of your pretty lips crying out daddy echoes in his head. he’s stuffed your pussy countless of times before, but this, this will be different. Sabo manhandles you easily, lifting your body from the couch to relocate the two of you to the bedroom, throwing you down on the bed because he wants to witness the look on your face when he fills your raw cunt up to the brim.

he grips your thick thighs in either hand, pinning them back until your knees are hugging your cheeks. folding you in half so prettily, admiring the defined rolls on your body as he does so.

“you’re going to look so pretty all plump and round with my baby. gonna fill this cute tummy up. don’t you dare waste a single drop or I’ll just have to fuck more into you, you understand?”

you sob as you can only nod, Sabo’s heavy cock filling you up so deep, stroking that special spot relentlessly, it’s nearly impossible to formulate coherent sentences. the rough pads of his fingers swiping at your clit easily send you over the edge and it’s not long until his piston hips are stuttering, his grip on your flesh nearly breaking the skin as he fucks his hot load into you.

“take it!” he hisses, burying unfathomably deeper to fill you up as much as possible. he waits, sure it’s settled before pulling out. you keep your knees high even as he releases his hold on you, hoping you’ve made him proud as you try to keep it all in. but it’s just so much, some of it inevitably leaks out and down the curve of your ass. you shudder when he only clicks his tongue and throws your sore, trembling legs over his shoulders, pushing past your abused and soaked folds once more before you can even catch your breath.

he kisses your temple, far more tender than the way his hips are slamming into you, “that’s alright pretty baby, I’ll give you more, but I won’t stop till you can take it all — gotta make my cute wife a mommy.”

[hans-alter-ego]

A Car Ride -Tom Holland x Reader

(Not my gif)

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral, language, more SMUT

Word Count: 762 (just a quick oneshot!)

Summary: You and Tom definitely had many good times in his new car, it was fun! You both loved it, so why not just steamy up those windows every chance you get

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Tom’s hand wouldn’t stop moving its way up your thigh as he drove down the empty roads. The dirty thoughts had already filled your mind and boy oh boy did you want nothing more than to have him right now. You loosely played with your dress and slowly began to open your legs and you could feel Tom grip to your thigh as he felt you move them. His hand instinctively moved to your already wet panties and he almost wanted to hit the brakes.

“Oh fuck…”

“Pull over”

You say quickly

“N-Now?”

“Baby pull over, I need you”

A cheeky grin spread to his lips and he quickly did as you instructed and quickly took the next exit pulling in to an empty parking lot and behind a big building. You were quick to move your hands to his belt and unzipping his trousers but Tom, while intensely turned on, still had to have a clear mind.

“Whoa whoa b-baby I gotta check if no one’s aroun-”

His words were caught off as you already began working your mouth around his growing hard member, you couldn’t help but somehow grin as you enjoyed the taste of him

“Oh my f—fuck y/n— your mouth feels so g-good”

Tom’s head dropped back and you began swirling your tongue around his throbbing head, sucking and releasing pressure and licking all over his member.

“Oh baby please don’t stop— f-fuck”

His hands moved and tangled into your hair, tugging it. In response you let out a moan that sent vibrations up his body. Tom reaction made you wet and you soon couldn’t wait to feel him inside you , you bobbed your head quicker and swiftly removed your lips from his now rock hard member causing a slightly wince to come from Tom as he missed your mouth.

“Now it’s your turn to feel good”

Tom said hungrily, he looked to you with lust and moved you over from the passenger seat and on to his lap with the steering wheel pushing you even closer to him. His hands rushed to pull your panties to the side and you waisted now time lowering your self on to him. Both of you groaned with pleasure as you began to ride him

“Oh fuck Tommy! You feel so good!”

“You like riding me huh baby?”

Tom’s hands moved all over and up your dress roughly and his placed on hand top your hip grabbing it and his other moved to your hair again, tugging it causing a moan to escape you

“Mmmm Tom— fuck”

You felt Tom throb inside you and the need for him to go harder was there, and you weren’t quiet about it

“Harder baby p-please! I need you to go-”

Your words got cut off by Tom thrusting harder into you and his finger tips dug into your hips

“Yeah you like that huh?”

Tom kissed you and bit down on your bottom lip, you moaned into him as you soon felt your self tighten around him, getting closer. Tom’s member twitched lightly and you knew he was getting close too

“I want you to cum Tom, I-I”

“Close already y/n?”

Tom teased and thrusted harder into you causing you to tug at his shirt to keep yourself steady

“Want me to fill you up baby?”

“T-Tom… I”

His dirty words were pushing you closer and closer. The car wobbled as your two bodies become closer and wreckless.

“I’m gunna fuck you till you cum baby”

And with that, his dirty crude words made your entire body tingle and you feel the wave of your orgasm shoot through you. Your wild moans filled the car and you rocked your hips as you tried making the sensation last longer. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to push Tom over the edge

“F-Fuck y/n… I-I i’m cumming”

You could feel him twitch inside you and soon the warm feeling of his cum made you tingle and you moaned as you awaited for him to finish. Sweat covered both of your foreheads, more so Toms and when he had finished his orgasm you stopped rocking your hips and both of you tried to catch your breaths. As you tried to relax again you back had pushed on the steering wheel and a loud honk had shocked you and Tom. Tom instantly wrapped his arms around you and you let out a scream which was soon followed by a light giggle.

“Ouh I think I like it when you scream like that”

“Oh shh Holland”

[kickingitwithkirk]

Greetings from Austin pt. III

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.  

WC: 3825

Warnings: a/b/o, bisexuality, biphobia, homophobia, angst, cursing, self doubt, depression/anxiety, married life/disagreements, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility/surrogacy

*flirting, m/m oral sex, Jensen’s insecurities are coming out, Jared gets arrested, both get counseling

A/N: This part consists of several time jumps over four month period.

A/N II: Hey, sorry took me a way longer to get done than planned, rewrote Oct 23 a dozen times alone and hoping makes sense, trying to flesh out characters more and has some stuff that plays into story line in later parts.

Part II

Masterlist

@winchesterandbeyondbingo​​​​​​ square filled-Jensen Ackles

*Series Inspired by this art.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

September 8th

7:30 am

Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair clenching his extra strong coffee container to help warm his hands. He’d spent a second, uncomfortable night in his trailer on location as Vancouver was having an unusual cold snap this time of year and with the covid restrictions the director decided that everyone needed to stay on site.

While he wasn’t happy about the weather, missing his own personal heater but at the same time grateful for a brief break from Jared now that they were heading towards the next phase of starting their family.

Jensen jokingly said they needed a code name since they were planning on keeping their plans a secret, even from their families, until the pups were born, playfully suggesting a cartoon from their childhoods.

Of course with Jared’s weird sense of humor, he loved it and started throwing ideas like operation: pound puppies.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Frieda said as she applied a concealer under his eyes to hide the dark smudges from not sleeping well.

“Huh?”

“You asked about my new job and haven’t heard anything I’ve said, wanna talk about it?”

“Sorry, not focusing very well today.”

“Yeah, we’re all feeling out of sorts with this being the last couple days.”

Jensen couldn’t believe he was down to his last two days of filming.

“Too bad this virus messed everything up, it would’ve been a hell of a send off if everybody could have been here.”

Alex and Misha had left right after they’d finished but Jim Beaver was back for the ending. It was only right for Bobby Singer to be there at the end, having been such a pivotal character in the brothers lives.

Frieda continues chatting about random things while finishing his makeup. A PA stuck his head in calling Jensen to the set. He stepped out of the trailer and smiled seeing his Baby sitting near the building being used as the exterior of Harvelle's Roadhouse.

***

September 12th

“Jen, I’m taking out the bags,” Jared calls out seconds before the apartment's front door shut.

Jensen was doing one last check around the place for any forgotten anything. Satisfied, he walked into the living room containing neatly marked boxes ready to be shipped back to Texas, relieved they had downsized from the big house Jared had years ago.

He stopped to gaze out the picture window when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, molding his back to the muscular chest of his mate, who rested his chin on his shoulder quietly saying, “I’m gonna miss this view.” Jensen hummed in agreement tipping his head back as Jared nuzzled his neck.

“We need to get going if we’re gonna make Seattle by seven,” Jared softly muttered as they’d stood there for a few heartbeats longer before releasing him. They walked to the door and Jensen turned once more to gaze out the window at the view of Vancouver.

***

September 21st

“This has been a great trip but man, I’ll be glad to be in our own bed tonight.” Jared remarks as they drive past a green highway sign saying Austin 312.

“Can’t wait,” Jensen drowsily says having not slept much the last couple days. They had decided to road trip it back to Texas, stopping at a few places they had wanted to visit for awhile.

Jared somehow managed to finagal, okay so his mind numbing blow job combined with those lethal long fingers that always makes Jensen agree to anything got him a couple extra days in southern Colorado.

Jensen enjoyed the beautiful scenery and hiking in the mountains but hated camping out. Well, it wasn’t technically roughing it the way Jared liked but still.. a frigging yurt in late September?

Oy vay, what he did for love.

The sound of Jared singing along to some classic country song on the radio as he drove finally put Jensen completely out.

***

October 23rd

Turning from the open fridge with a puzzled expression on his face, Jared senses the same vague something he’s felt God knows how many times in the last couple months.

Shutting the door he walked over to the island counter where his husband was seated pushing his unfinished dinner around on his plate.

“Jen, what’s going on? Are you worried about the implantation? Dr. Rodgers said the embryos were healthy and optimistic the surrogate took this first try.”

What Jensen wants to ask, the question that’s plagued him since that day in August choosing their Omega surrogate...how the hell does he phrase it without upsetting Jared?

“Did you choose her because you knew she’d be the one I’d pick?”

Jensen slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide, disbelieving he blurted it out.

Jared worked to find a response squeaking an actual squeak before he could get control over his vocals, “That’s what I’ve been sensing!” Gripping the edge of the counter with his big hands, “Are you seriously going there again? I was honest about our interactions when I realized she was the one I knocked down at the clinic and FYI, you weren’t exactly in full control either Alpha!”

Jensen clenched his teeth at being reminded his inner need to be in control at all times slipped.

“I’ve racked my brains trying to figure it out how to ask something like that without upsetting you!” Jensen yells getting up and pacing around the kitchen.

Jared huffed, “So all this time instead of talking to me, you’ve conjured up some..”

“For the last two years I’ve gotten the sense you feel somethings missing, kept telling myself it’s your unfulfilled biology. But ever since you meet that Omega you’ve been.. I can’t explain it and now I’m second guessing our marriage Ja....” his rant abruptly cut off.

Jared’s eyes were glowing red, pinning him with an eerie wolf expression, the intensity disconcerting him. “I chose you, my husband, my soulmate, my everything!“ The words should have been reassuring but Jared’s voice was pitiless, something Jensen's never heard pass from his lips before.

Jared took a deep breath and with normalcy returning said, “I love you Jensen and I thought you understood, for me, in my mind, both of us having pups with the same donor means my offspring won’t be seen as just step relations but will grow up having strong familial ties with JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin.”

Jensen started to speak when a low, reverberating growl from Jared warning him not to interrupt.

“I consciously listened to my inner wolf when it came to choosing the person who is biologically the Om of our children and I,” Jared emphasizes tapping his chest with his long index finger, ”have no regrets but apparently you do.” Taking a deep breath Jared drops a non sequitur, ”The dogs need to be fed,” and walks away.

At the sound of Jared’s SUV leaving Jensen’s legs gave out and he drops to the floor curling up in a fetal position wrapping his arms over his head. Arlo and Koda laid down, one on each side, cocooning him between them.

***

Thanksgiving

“The kids are in a tryptophan coma,” Jensen announces as he walks in through the kitchen's back door. He had followed Danneel home afterwards helping get JJ and the twins cleaned up and put to bed, “they’ll be out till Monday.”

“Good, cause I’m dead on my feet,” Jared replies yawning while loading the dishwasher. It had been their turn to host the holiday with Danneel, the kids, Clif, Jared’s siblings and their broods.

“I told you to wait and I’d help finish the cleanup when I got back.” Jensen said as Jared started the machine.

“I figured you’d wanna stay awhile and be too tired and I didn’t want to deal with it tomorrow. All that’s left is to put the trash and recycling out, could you grab it?”

“On it,” Jensen picked up the bags walking around the side of the house dropping them into their designated receptacles.

When he came back in Jared was switching off the lights downstairs. They made their way up to the bedroom taking turns in the bath getting ready for bed.

Jensen was sitting with his back against the headboard checking his messages when Jared drops heavily next to him, “I plan on sleeping for the next three days.” He mutters resting his head against Jensen’s shoulder.

“Sounds good to me babe, I’m glad we didn’t schedule anything extra this weekend, be nice to spend some time alone.” He finishes wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hmm, do you remember last year's Thanksgiving?”

Jared closed the kitchen pantries door, pushing Jensen against it seductively lowering his fox slanted eyes huskily whispering, “I’m so fucking horny I need my dick you now.”

“Dude, we’re re in my sisters...“

“..you’ll have to be quiet,” Jared dove in for a deep, dirty kiss, grinding against Jensen until he was begging to be fucked.

“You’re the one who got us busted..oh fuck Jensen..so fucking tight..fuck..not gonna last..then later I get Mac saying it sounded like your dick...”

“Okay..buuut,” Jared tilts his head slowly running his tongue up the column of Jensen’s neck, “you gotta admit,” hand slipping under his sleep shirt, “our sex life,” long fingers tip toe up the smooth, freckled chest, pads teasing his left nipple as Jared nibbles on his earlobe, ”is never boring.”

Jensen groans, dropping his arm, still clinching the phone, tipping his head to expose more of his neck to Jared’s wondrous lips, enjoying the scratch of his short beard.

“I thought you were sleeping the next three days.”

Jared answers by removing his hand and straddling his husband's thick thighs taken the phone placing it on the nightstand and starts nibbling along the other side of Jensen’s sensitive neck, working his way to his slightly raised claim mark flattening his tongue licking the ultra sensitive spot that always drives his Alpha wild.

Jensen slides his hands up Jared’s back finding a grip in his shortened hair, unhappy about how much he’s cut off for Walker, unable to tangle his thick fingers into the soft tresses like he used to.

Finding a purchase he pulls hard making Jared groan at the pleasurable sensation tips his head back till it’s the perfect angle for Jensen to run his tongue across those candy pink lips, teasing them open to grant him access, continues teasing, alternating between caressing Jared’s tongue with his and sucking on his lips.

Moaning, Jared rocks his hips seeking friction, breaks their kissing long enough to work Jensen's sleep shirt off. They end up wrestling a few moments before Jared tosses it as Jensen’s lips attack his more desperately.

Tapping Jared’s thigh, Jensen rolls them kneeling between sleep pant clad legs watching as Jared reaches up gripping the strategically placed bar in their custom made headboard with both hands, his pecs flexing in anticipation of what’s to come.

Not breaking eye contact Jensen bends forward, his lips a hair's breadth from Jared’s, slowly slides backwards hovering, caressing the acres of golden skin beneath him with only his warm breath, pausing to hook his fingers in the pants waistband and pulling them with him as he continues journeying south.

Slowly making his way back north he leaves wet, open mouth kisses along the now naked, extra long, muscular legs he loves, sucking on the insides of both thighs, nipping hard enough to leave marks before arriving at his designated stop.

He hasn’t even touched Jared’s beautiful cock yet it’s fully engorged, resting against his flat stomach vigorously leaking precome. Jensen dips his tongue into his bellybutton lapping up the liquid collecting in it, cause fuck, he’s loves how more sweet than salty Jared’s always tasted.

Hips rolling Jared rubs his cockhead against Jensen’s tongue and he kitten licks the dribbling slit before resting his head on Jared’s lower stomach and wrapping his lips around the velvety head.

Shifting his grip on the bar Jared’s makes nonsensical noises, toes curling at the mixed sensations of his mates silky beard tickling his lower regions while sucking on his cockhead, alternates swirling his tongue over the nerves underneath and teasing his slit sending spikes of pleasure radiating through him.

After all these years Jared’s still amazed at Jensen’s knowledge of his body, his ability to keep him on the edge of not enough for however long he’s in the mood to play.

“..pleease...need to cum...got to..so fucking..uhh..Alpha!”

Raising up on a forearm Jensen starts bobbing up and down his shaft, pausing briefly on each downward pass, working his throat open to take Jared further in until he’s nose deep in dark, trimmed pubic hair. Holding his mate's substantial cock in his throat swallows around him as Jared’s knot inflates, pushing his jaws apart till it’s too much.

Letting the knot slip out from between his plump lips Jensen wraps a hand firmly around it and starts vigorously bobbing drawing out a litany of obscene noises, feels Jared’s balls drawing up and backs off swallowing the warm, thick, spurting liquid.

Leisurely licking until Jared hissed, too sensitive for anymore kisses the tip one last time crawls back up the bed searching for his pillow and face plants on it.

“Dude, you’ve finally sucked out my last brain cell.”

Purring deep in his chest, Jensen gives Jared a self satisfied smirk, who mutters, “wasn’t trying to give you a bigger head.”

Rolling onto his side Jensen displays his turgid cock needing attention, “okay, he’s the bigger head,” Jared concedes reaching down running his fingers over the weeping tip, wetting them with precome spreads it over the shaft firmly fisting Jensen’s pulsing thickness, moving his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly.

“So,” his honeyed voice lowers an octave watching Jensen dissolving into a breathy mess, “how does he want me?”

Jensen opens his mouth to answer when a phone rings. Glaring over his shoulder, “not mine,” he growls. Still stroking him Jared stretches for his, “it’s the clinic..hello? Dr. Rodgers, hey, how are you sir?” He lets go sitting up against the headboard.

Why’s the doctor calling them at such an odd time, on a holiday no less?

Jared's brow wrinkles before he turns to Jensen, eyes sparkling breaks out his wondrous smile making his dimples pop.

“Jensen, she’s pregnant!”

Jared's practically bouncing on their bed like he’s on a massive sugar high discussing what comes next with the doctor. Jensen feels his erection rapidly diminishing, gets up heading into the bath and turns on the shower.

Climbing in he crosses his arms against the far wall, resting his forehead against them closing his eyes as hot water bounces across his broad shoulders.

Jensen knows he should be elated. Jared’s getting the pup (or pups) he’s desired for years and the possibility of being a father himself again. Instead, his heart seized up in conflict.

***

After that god awful argument in October he ended up at Josh’s, who confessed his mate and him were seeing a counselor because they were having marital issues too. Spending the night drinking and reflecting Jensen came home the next morning to a still angry Jared cause he didn’t know where the fuck his husband was all night.

Filling him in about his talk with Josh, Jared seemed somewhat mollified but a few nights later...

Walker star Jared Padalecki arrested near the one year anniversary of Stereotype bar altercation.

· Jared Padalecki was arrested once again in Austin, Texas, early Sunday morning on one count of public intoxication…

When he got released Jared sat Jensen down pleading with him to sit in on his next therapy session, saying they couldn’t keep going on like this, it was tearing him apart.

He wants..no..needs Jensen to completely open up, stop trying to protect him and discuss what’s going on in his head, what he’s really feeling.

Jared’s therapist started off informing both of them he wasn’t a marriage counselor but after a brief conversation with Jared knew the situation was having a detrimental impact on his mental health.

He listened to them separately, then together, about their observations and thoughts on each other’s behaviors came up with a hypothesis:

Since Jared’s last depressive episode, his random thoughts/emotions were feeding more into Jensen’s deep seated insecurities over his mate’s open, flirtatious personality and how he perceives others attraction/interactions to him.

And now Jared’s inner wolf is demonstrating an intense attraction to an Omega, something never encountered before with past preferences in Beta females, with this new dynamic Jensen didn’t know how to handle it.

Jensen opened and closed his mouth several times sputtering before saying this was complete bullshit and stormed out.

***

Lost in thought Jensen didn’t notice his husband stepping into the open shower stall until his considerable frame was blocking the water, Jared’s voice drew him out of his musings.

“I can hear you thinking clear in the other room.”

Cupped Jensen’s face between his large hands he gazed into those spring colored eyes that captured his heart the moment he looked into them years ago, “Hey, no matter what happens next, we’re good.”

***

December 16th

Jared was sitting in his chair chatting with Lindsey and Keegan while the crew was finishing setting up for the next scene when his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but excuses himself, stepping away for some privacy answering.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lindsay asked after he hung up, concerned by the visible tension rolling off the big Alpha.

“Umm..I don’t know, I need to make another call...” Jared said, waving the phone, “yeah, let us know if you need anything.” Keegan says and Jared nodded his thanks.

The phone rang three times, “Hey Clif, I need a favor.”

***

December 19th

Clif pulled the SUV into the parking lot, “Are you sure this is the right place?” Jared inquires looking around taking in the old motel located in a very questionable area of Austin.

“This is the name the guy mentioned.” Clif replied, getting out heading for the office. Couple minutes later he climbed back in, “the manager said the laundry out back.” He started the vehicle and drove to the rear of the property.

Clif got out again and knocked on the building's door. An older Hispanic woman answered engaging him in a brief conversation before stepping back inside.

Clif nodded to Jared and as he got out of the vehicle that piquant scent hit him seconds before the door reopened. The person he’d spent days searching for froze in the doorway upon seeing him.

***

December 22nd

Jensen, claiming out of the Uber, grabbed his bag thanking the driver, walked up the front stone pathway relieved to be home from L. A. after a hopefully final costume fitting for his new role as Soldier Boy, this flying back and forth every week for the last couple months had gotten old real quick and he was looking forward to enjoying the holidays at home.

Jared’s parents were coming tomorrow and staying for a few days as was Danneel and their pups. Josh said he was still planning on dropping by a few hours Christmas Day since he and Mac were scheduled to spend most of the holiday with their parents.

Jensen felt that mixture of anger and sadness he got thinking about his parents. He was raised in their church and though he never believed in it, respected their choice.

Too bad they couldn’t reciprocate.

***

Alan and Donna belonged to an ultra conservative church. The foundations of child rearing was to be found in the good book and in the Ackles household-spare the rod, spoil the child-was gospel.

When they were growing up neither parent was the physically or emotionally demonstrative type, only showing their offspring a reserved affection, especially in public.

The saving grace was their Beta nanny who gave them unconditional love, especially Jensen, who was shy as a child already knowing he was different from his siblings. She instilled the confidence in them to discover who they truly were inside and encouraged Jensen to come out before moving to California.

Shortly after graduating he told his family about his bisexuality and his boyfriend was moving to L.A. with him.

Alan and Donna tried to stop him. He was to go to their pastor and confess his transgressions, beg forgiveness for his sins against the church and its teachings, threatening to pull the agreed upon six month financial support while he auditioned for parts before going to college if it didn’t work out.

Jensen refused, packed up, took his boyfriend and left. He got his first break shortly after and quickly learned Hollywood didn’t care what his sexual orientation was as long as he kept it behind closed doors.

His management agency decided early on to promote Jensen as the good guy/boyfriend type. They also set him up on dates to events with many up and coming female artists of the time. He had no problem playing along when he wasn’t actually dating a woman.

His big break came on the CW. After co-starring in a couple series for the network he was offered the chance to be a lead in a new series created by Eric Kripke.

At the audition he met former Gilmore Girls heartthrob, Jared Padalecki, flashing his infectious smile, dimples for days and the most beautiful, incredible color shifting eyes Jensen’s ever seen, he was done for.

Jensen might not have his biological parents in his life anymore but his now in-laws, the complete opposite of the Ackles, helped fill that hole.

It’s easy to see where Jared’s personality comes from. His Om, Sherrie, is overly affectionate, excessively physical and verbal with everyone she considers family, biological or not.

The first time he accompanied Jared home on a holiday break Jensen was literally bowled over by the five foot nothing Omega and instantly became part of her brood.

***

Barley getting the front door open Jensen is hit with the piquant scent of orange blossoms and spices he couldn’t quite place.

Dropping his carry-on bag in the foyer he followed the scent further into the house. Arlo sat up near the large picture windows facing the backyard where he and Koda are napping and gets up coming over to greet him.

“Hey big guy, where’s daddy at?” Jensen asked rubbing around his ears like he liked having thought Jared would still be on set before the holiday break.

He heads towards the kitchen where the scent seems to be coming from, “Babe is that coffee shop back open, what’s it called, has those sweet rolls you're obsessed with..” he abruptly stopped and blinks not believing what was in front of him.

More accurately who was in front of him.

“Babe is in his office and dinner will be ready in twenty.”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

***

tbc

GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy​ @let-me-luve-you​ @all-4-wincest

SPN: @donnaintx​ @lyarr24

Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid​

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva​

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 6 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I'm sooo sorry I haven't been updated in more than two weeks. I had exams :/ Also, do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Language

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The smile Cassian plastered on his face didn’t reach his eyes. His brothers saw that. Feyre and Elain saw that. Mor and Amren knew that. He himself did. But they didn’t say anything. If it weren’t Feyre’s anniversary, he would’ve even gone home. He couldn’t though. He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt his family. So he stayed. Smiled. Joked. Laughed. Did everything he could to keep his mind from straying to a grey-eyed masterpiece.

Az and Rhys saw, he knew. They always seemed to realise everything about each other. Even if one of them had a minor headache, the other two would know. Tonight, however, none of them pushed him. They probably thought he wanted to be alone. But did he? Truly?

He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to be alone. That would make memories of their lunch rise. Of her shirt splattered with coffee on one day and blood on another. Of her pale form laying on his bed. Of her, enjoying his food. Of their shared jokes. He didn’t think he could take that.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to be around people either. He didn’t know if he could stay around people who laughed and teased. He didn’t know if he could laugh with them and actually mean it. He didn’t know if he could anytime soon.

Cass glanced at the clock. 3.00 a.m. He smiled. Whenever they gathered around in the living room, retiring early was totally off the table. The earliest they dispersed was four in the morning.

To his right, Rhys sighed. “It’s late,” he said, tucking Feyre close to his side. “Gotta go to bed.”

He smirked, but held back the joke on the tip of his tongue. After a chorus of goodnights, Rhys and Feyre told them they could stay here tonight if they wanted to and rose to go upstairs. Feyre laughed at something Rhys said and Cass felt a pang of sadness hit him.

Sadness… and something else. He knew he shouldn’t, but he envied the both of them. How easily they bantered and teased. How smooth their relationship was. He remembered how Feyre locked herself in the cabin after Rhys proposed. He remembered how she asked Mor not to let anyone in, especially Rhys. He sighed. He felt an amount of the jealousy dissipate. Probably Nesta would get together with him after their slight misunderstanding passed. If it did.

He got up to leave when Az stopped him. “You sure you’re going back?” Cass didn’t remember telling Az that he was going back. Then again he didn't need to. Az always saw everything. “You're not that… somber.”

Ah. Cass smiled. “I'll be fine, ” he reassured. Az still didn't let him go. “I'll send you a text once I'm home,” he tried. Az sighed.

“I'll be waiting for it.”

Cass looked at Mor, drunk and blabbering before stepping out of the house. He kept replaying that memory till he reached home, keeping his mind occupied. He was scared of what would happen if he kept his thoughts idle.

He informed Az that he reached home. He didn't know why going back home felt like preparing for a battle. It probably was a battle. Between her and his self-restraint. What was at stake here was his sanity. Cass sighed. He stepped in through the threshold and welcomed the darkness that enveloped him.

***

Stop crying like a baby, Nesta repeatedly reminded herself. Why should she cry? Nothing here was her fault. Nothing.

Not the fact that she let his charmed smiles bring her guards down. Not the fact that she felt alive when he said something stupidly funny. Certainly not the fact that she was slowly falling for him.

None of it was her fault. So why should she cry? Why should she stop herself from attending her own sister's anniversary? When it was all his fault.

She shouldn't be crying. She should be thinking about ways of exploiting his weaknesses. She should think about how she would portray him as the weak one. She should think about how she was going to make him regret everything.

But how could she make him regret it when she never regretted a second of it? She hated that this was where her thoughts went first. To scheming and plotting. She thought she changed. Did she regret her wish to be good? No. She reveled in it. No, she vowed herself, I would not scheme to make him beg. I'm not that Nesta anymore. I'll never be.

She was proud of herself. She never realised her self restraint was this good.

But apparently not good enough. Her thoughts drifted back to him. No, not him. Cassian. Cauldron, it'll take some time to get used to calling him Cassian. Or maybe Cass. Feyre and Rhysand called him that. Probably she would too. She thought about what he called her. Nes. She flushed. That stupid name did stupid things to her. She pretended she didn't like it. In fact, she loved it. Somehow, she wasn't ready to tell him that yet.

***

Nesta blinked open her eyes against the morning light. Her eyes were closed? It was morning already? Huh.

It took her some time for her eyes to adjust. She screamed at what she saw. Nesta scrambled back from the looming figure of Tomas, leering at her face.

“Nesta, Nesta, ” he said in his eerie voice. It became scarier with his sing-song tone. “My Nesta.” He paused. “Though I suppose you aren't mine anymore. You were still mine last time, you know. When you handed me over to the police. ”

She bared her teeth, opened her mouth to say something when his hand closed around her throat.

“But now, I suppose I can't call you mine anymore, can I? That reminds me. Where is your bodyguard? Or is that brute your boyfriend?” He spat the last word. His hand tightened around her neck.

“Do you know what he did to me? Your bastard. Did you know how he threatened me? Did you know that he smashed my bones, that it took me this long to heal?”

Some sort of savage satisfaction filled her. The fact that Cassian did all this… she smirked. It didn't go unnoticed by Tomas. He growled, the sound sending icy fingers ghosting down her spine. She hoped she didn't have to hear it again.

His hand around her throat pushed her farther back on the bed. He drew back, she let loose a relieved breath. A mistake.

His hand cracked on her cheek. He came infinitely closer to her, his hot, rancid breath glancing off her cheeks. His hand kept tightening around her throat and she wondered how she wasn’t dead yet. It was certainly bruised now.

“Look at you. So vulnerable. So killable. I’ve imagined how I would slit your throat. So many ideas. If only I could kill you in all the ways I imagined. But do you know what is the best way I could kill you?”

Nesta let him talk. He loved to hear himself talk. She subtly looked around her room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon. She looked back at Tomas. He wasn’t talking. Did he ask her a question?

“Tell me, Nesta. Do you know what is the best way to kill you?” Nesta shook her head, his hand pressed around her throat. Tomas smiled. She cringed mentally.

“I think the best way to kill you and make it hurt is to kill you slowly. You know what makes it better? Having that bastard watch you die. Let him watch the life seep out of you. And then I’ll kill him too.” he said and she felt the room closing in. Panic was slowly rising in her.

“Now, now,” he said. She supposed he meant to be cajoling but the effect his voice gave was the exact opposite. “There’s no need to panic. I told you I’ll kill you only when your bodyguard is there.”

He pulled out a knife. She gasped and pain erupted around her throat. Her lungs were burning.

“But darling,” he said. She whimpered. She hated this. She hated that she was vulnerable here. She hated that she couldn’t do anything when her death was slowly nearing. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Then his knife struck. Nothing hurt at first. Then, fiery pain whipped through her, beginning at her arm. She screamed. Pain. There was so much pain. She screamed so loud she pondered how the whole neighborhood didn’t hear anything.

***

Nesta gasped. Her eyes darted through her room. Nothing. No one. She looked at her arm. No pain. No scars. No blood. She touched her throat. It wasn’t sore. It wasn’t swollen. She got out of bed and looked at her mirror. No bruises. She let out a frustrated sound. It was a dream. A fucking dream. Or she supposed it was a nightmare. Still. It wasn’t real.

It was still five in the morning. Still quite early. She released a breath. She wouldn’t find a cab now but she could walk. It wasn’t that far. She fixed her hair and changed her clothes. She wasn’t going because she missed him. She just didn’t want to be vulnerable again. That’s all. She just wanted to know how to defend herself. Nothing else. So Nesta went to Cassian’s house, hoping that she’s making the right choice.

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[myhockeyworld87]

Indecent Exposure - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,682

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up kids) Masturbation

Notes: I took the liberty of combining two requests from the prompt list. Hope you guys don’t care. Would love your feedback...haha!

The Pens had a huge victory against the Capitals that night, and since there was a bit of a break everyone decided to go out after the win. You and Sid joined the group, everyone laughing and dancing. You'd even got up and done some karaoke with the girls. You guys were really just having the time of your life.

 It was shortly after midnight, that you glided your hands around Sidney's waist as he was in mid-conversation with Letang and Geno, for once not actually talking about hockey. When he paused you whispered into his ear, "how about we head home for the night?" You let your hands slide down his thighs then back up, hoping to insinuate what you wanted when you finally got there.

 He turned around and gave you a quick peck. "In a little bit babe, ok?" It wasn't the answer you were looking for, but you gave him a quick 'fine' before heading back over with the rest of the girls.

 An hour later, you were still at the bar. Sid was still in deep conversation with the guys, though he did glance over from time to time. You'd make a show every time that he did. Running your fingers up and down the long neck bottle of your hard cider. Exposing a little more cleavage from time to time as you undid a button on the shirt you were wearing. You could tell it was slowly driving him insane, but then it was his choice to stay at the bar.

 He was standing there with the guys just casually leaning against the table. The sight of him almost too much for you. You wanted to be home, naked and in bed with the man right this instant, but instead you tortured by his thick thighs and his juicy ass at the moment. You were left with no recourse but to do the one thing that you knew would drive him over the edge. It was only a minute before he looked your way and you pulled the signature move out. As soon as you did, he was excusing himself from the table and headed your way.

 "Stop biting your lip, you know that drives me crazy." He whispered low in your ear, so the other ladies wouldn't hear.

 "Does it?" You played all innocent when you knew it would get you the one thing that you wanted.

 "Well guys, it's been fun, but I think we're going to head out for the night." He announced to the group at large. You mumbled a goodbye as he dragged you off, the girls all laughing knowingly as you left. As soon as you got to the car, he pressed your body up against it and kissed you hard. His mouth crushing yours and stealing your breath away. It wasn't often that Sid got like this, so needy and demanding, but when he did you knew you were in for it. "Why do you have to tease like that?" He practically growled. His mouth closed back over yours before you could answer.

 His hand skated down to your hips, trapping you against the car as he pressed one of his meaty thighs between your legs. Automatically, you ground down on to him, seeking some sort of friction to ease your aching pussy. He nipped at your neck then, leaving little bite marks as he went. "Is this what you wanted baby girl?"

 A whimper escaped your lips. It was, but it wasn't enough at the same time. You wanted, no needed more. Sid must have sensed your urgency, as he undid the button of your jeans and rolled the zipper down. His hand snuck inside pushing your panties to the side as his calloused finger found your clit. "So, fucking wet. Have you been like this all night?"

 You nodded a yes, unable to speak at the moment, as he tweaked your little nub and pushed his thigh into your cunt at the same time. You were so close, the orgasm just skating to the surface, and then he stopped. Hand still pressing your hip into the car to hold you steady, as he removed his thigh and fingers. "Fuck, Sid." You whined. "Stop teasing me."

 "Oh baby, I haven't begun to tease you. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine." He pecked your lips, before releasing you to open your car door. "Now you have something to think about on the car ride home."

 You slid into the passenger's seat, then waited for Sid to get in. There were two ways you could handle this, be a good girl, and just wait till you get home, or get yourself off while Sid drove. You chose the latter. As soon as the car started down the street, you reclined the seat back a bit, before slipping your hands inside your still unzipped jeans. Sid was right, you were dripping wet, but that really wasn't much of a surprise, as you'd wanted your boyfriend all night. Your hands were a poor substitute at the moment, but if Sid wanted to be a tease, you were willing to let him know that it went both ways. You let a moan escape your lips as you found your clit.

 He glanced over in your direction then. "Jesus (Y/N), what the fuck?"

 "What's wrong, babe? Don't you like this game anymore?" You answered slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a sigh of pleasure.

 "I'm driving for Christ's sake." An idea hit you then and you reached your other hand over the console, to unbuckle his belt. "Babe, stop that."

 "Both hands on the wheel Sid." You told him as he tried to swipe your hand away. It was a weak protest as you knew he wanted you to feel him. It didn't take much to unzip his pants and find his hard cock in his boxers. You could feel the precum oozing out of the head and you slid it on his member making it a bit easier to pump him in your hand.

 He hissed out his pleasure as your hand glided up and down his shaft. "Fuck baby girl." Your right hand continued to slowly circle your clit, just keeping yourself on the edge of pleasure, though you were ready to abandon that mission and wrap your lips around Sid's cock. Unconsciously, you bit your lip again just thinking about sucking him off. "Jesus, (Y/N), you gotta stop now!" You reached down and cupped his balls instead, then felt the car swerve. The action making you lose your pace. Sid pulled off the road then and put the car in park. "Pants off babe." You willingly obliged, shuffling your jeans and panties off as quickly as possible. Sid threw the seat back all the way before shoving his pants down past his knees. "Get over here." He growled as you crawled over the console to straddle him.

 There was no foreplay, as you'd just spent the last several minutes at that. He simply grabbed your hips and pressed you down onto his cock while thrusting up into you at the same time. It felt like heaven. His hands slid up your sides, and under your shirt, pulling it up over your breasts so he could fondle them. His mouth found your nipple through the lace bra and he gently nibbled on it as you started to ride his dick.

 You were a tangled mess of limbs in the small space, but it didn't matter as Sid was thrusting up inside you. He ripped off your shirt then, tired of fighting the fabric as it kept sliding down. Your bra was next to go as he flung it off and tossed it somewhere in the car. He grabbed your hips and held you down onto him as he used his muscular thighs to press into your core. You screamed out your pleasure, the sound filling the car. Your lips went down and found his and your tongues mimicked the actions of your bodies.

 His hand snaked around somehow between you to find you clit and you realized he must be close. He tweaked and circled the little nub, causing you to moan. Your legs started to tremble as the orgasm built, only this time Sidney didn't let up. His thrusts became erratic, but his fingers continued their assault on your clit, sending you over the edge as the orgasm washed over your body. He followed you almost immediately, as he pumped several times into you before finding his release.

 You slumped on top of him, both of you breathing heavily. It was a few minutes before either of you said anything. "That was…" you started to say.

 "I know." He answered before there was a knock on the window which startled you both.

 "Everyone ok in there?" Fuck who what that? A flashlight shown in and you tried to cover yourself as best as you could; Sid hands pressing you close to his body, as he rolled down the window.

 "Um yeah…officer," Sid answered, both of you blushing furiously.

 "Oh, Sid...I mean…a…Mr. Crosby," the officer stuttered. "Sorry to…a…interrupt."

 "Yeah, a no….it's fine. We were just…." You hid your face in Sid's shoulder. It wasn't like he needed to explain what you were doing. You were naked with Sid's cock still semi-erect inside you. I'm sure the officer knew what you were doing.

 "Um yeah…so I suggest, that maybe you take this somewhere else than the highway."

 "Uh…yes, sir. We were just going to do that." Sid told him.

 "Well, have a good night. Great game by the way." Oh my god, this was so utterly embarrassing but it just got worse when the cop said. "Think I could get your autograph?"

 Sid being Sid, simply said, "Sure." And proceeded to sign a scrap of paper the office had. "There ya go."

 "Thanks again." The officer headed off and the two of you collapsed into a fit of laughter, before heading home for round two.  

[rockhoochie]

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean insists he has a talent of tongue. You decide to to put him to the test.

WC: ~1400

Warnings: light bondage (use of restraints, blindfold), voyeurism if you squint, no actual sex just lots and lots of dirty talk (which includes: masturbation, oral sex, squirting, ass play)

A/N: No set up, no plot, just Dean talking all kinds of filthy in a drabble that got away from me .@the-chocolate-moose, thanks for the prompt/request! Obviously got my juices flowing...Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Dean insisted he could make a woman come without actually touching her.

You insisted he was full of shit - it takes a lot more than dirty talk to actually get a woman off.

But he wouldn’t let it go, adamantly proclaiming it to be true, so sure of himself that he quipped, “wanna bet?”  Never one to miss an opportunity to be right, you accepted with an incredulous “talk is cheap, asshole, you’re on.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the dungeon, wrists and ankles gently but firmly bound to the chair you sat on, fully clothed, and one of Dean’s neckties stretched over your eyes. 

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now...you could hear his footsteps walking circles around you, hear his steady breathing. He was probably waiting for you to stop giggling like an idiot. 

You had to admit, you wondered if he was actually as good at this as he claimed to be. His looks alone were enough to whip any woman into a frenzy; add in some naughty words and saucy phrases tumbling from those plush lips, carried by that sexy, gravelly voice, and…

“You sure look pretty like this, YN, all tied up and eager. Like you’re ready for anything. Then again, you look sexy as hell all the time.”

Your eyes rolled up into your head, lashes fluttering against the silky blindfold. This wasn’t fair - you didn’t think he’d literally be muttering into your ear, the heat of his breath warming the skin just behind it, the lightest vibration of his lips buzzing against your flesh. 

“You got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, sweetheart...to have a chance to tell you how much I think about you, tell you all the dirty things I think about…”

You exhaled, a little surprised at how ragged it sounded. And when you breathed in again, the air seemed warmer, thicker...it made your limbs feel a little heavy and your skin seemed to be covered with goosebumps.

“I think about you all the time, YN,” Dean continued, dropping his voice lower. “So beautiful...you got no clue how beautiful you are to me. Everything about you... the way you laugh, smile... I just love watching you do anything. Sometimes you drive me damn near crazy.”

All those words were somehow seeping into your pores. You could feel your nipples harden against your bra and you suddenly felt hot.  

“I got a confession to make... walked in on you in the shower once. You didn’t see me but I saw you, all wet and naked, hot water running over your perfect tits and down the crack of your tight ass... Christ, just the sight of you got me so fucking hard...thought about that for weeks. Still picture it when I’m jerking off, thinking about all the things I wanna do to you…”

You licked your lips and swallowed - your throat felt dry. And there was a tension crimping in your belly and you felt the faint the beat of your pulse between your legs. 

Damn it.

A whimper escaped your lips - you couldn’t help it. 

“You make the prettiest sounds, YN... you know, I can hear you when you’re fucking yourself. All those little moans and sighs...and I imagine you’re laid out your bed, one little hand playing with your tits while you have the other working between your legs, wet fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy... then I start wondering what I could do to get you to make those noises for me.”

You squirmed in your seat,  a flush spreading all through your veins.

“I know I’d kiss you first. Long and hard, just taking in the taste of your lips. And once I get my tongue in your mouth I’d start taking off your clothes, strip you down to your panties, and touch every single inch of your gorgeous body... sweetheart, you’re so soft and and smell so fucking good, but touching you ain’t enough...I gotta kiss you everywhere. Your neck, shoulders, fingers, your tits...I’ll spend time on your tits. Maybe suck on them for awhile, give those pink nipples a little bite.”

“Dean…” you whispered, hips rolling of their own volition, your core reaching out and coming back with nothing.

He hummed, planting little kisses behind your ear, lightly pulling your earlobe between his teeth. “Bet you’re getting so wet right now…”

“Please…” 

His lips found a heavenly spot on your neck, and you felt him smile right before his teeth grazed your flesh.

“Your skin tastes so good...bet your hot little pussy tastes even better.”

“Holy fuck, Dean…”

“I knew it,” he growled, “You love getting eaten out, don’t you, YN? Love a head between your legs and a thick tongue fucking your tight hole...It’s so perfect cause when I’m jerking off, and gettin’ close to blowing it, I just imagine what you taste like...probably like fuckin’ honey, all sweet and warm. I think about gettin’ on my knees while you’re all spread out, legs wide open, that beautiful pussy on display just for me, and I can see how soaked you are...fuck, it drips out of you, and when I get closer I can smell how bad you want it, so I get myself a slow, sweet taste and lick up your cream…”

You were completely gone, lost in the haze of Dean’s voice and the pictures he was painting with his sinfully delicious words, your breaths coming faster while your limbs strained against the ropes.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you taste so good...so fucking wet and I’m just devouring that pussy, licking up every drop... I just can’t get enough, can’t get my tongue far enough inside of you so I’ll slide my fingers deep into your hot cunt, find that sweet spot and fuck you with my hand...and you keep begging for more so I’ll bury myself three fingers deep...maybe slip one in your ass…”

The noise you made at that was beyond pathetic, but you just didn’t care. He was making you insane. 

Dean chuckled, nibbling at your neck, and running a palm along each of your thighs.

“Oh you’d like that, huh? Such a dirty girl ...yeah, I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll squirt, YN... I’ll keep nailing that sweet spot over and over, fucking your tight asshole with my finger and sucking your clit until you cum all over my face…”

You were trembling, back arching, moaning and sighing and begging. Slick had pooled at your entrance. Your clit was throbbing. The muscles of your cunt twitched and grasped at nothing, begging to be touched and filled and fucked…

“Then I’ll flip you over on your hands and knees, fuck you from behind and make you cum again... give you my thick cock so I can feel you clench and quiver all over my dick…and you’ll take it so good, baby, you’ll take every single inch of it nice and deep and you’ll be screaming it feels so good, the way I’m fucking you so hard...you’ll beg for my cum, sweetheart, beg me to fill up your pussy ‘till it’s dripping out of you…”

“Oh god Dean, fuck!” you cried, and almost out of nowhere, your climax flooded through you, hot and needy and electric, spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers. Your blindfold was lifted, restraints loosened and removed as you panted, satisfied from release but wanting and needing so much more. When you were finally able to focus, you noticed Dean staring down at you, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth and his hand palming at the bulge in his pants.

Without preamble you rushed him, crashing your lips against his as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in arms. You were vaguely aware of being carried down the hallway, and soon you were laid out on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as Dean stared at you with dark, emerald eyes.

“YN, I -”

“Shh,” you hissed, placing a finger over his lips. “Talk is cheap. Now put up or shut up.”

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[itsme-autumn]

Time’s Up | part 1

Author: @itsme-autumn Pairing: Jax Teller x Female Reader Reader Warnings: swearing, sexual harassment, smut

You keep your head down as you walk back to your desk. You want to avoid the looks on your coworkers faces you know they’re giving you. Looks of question, intrigue, maybe sympathy or judgement. You quickly sit in your squeaky chair and try to find something on your computer to busy yourself with, anything to keep back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, you tell yourself. You just hoped it would be worth it. You’ve been having a hard time proving yourself at work. You’re young. You’re a woman. Male coworkers that worked half as hard and had less experience still got put on bigger and more important accounts than you. You promised yourself you would do whatever you had to do to climb the ladder here. 

It was just a couple of buttons. That’s it. Your boss was slimy, yes. An asshole, for sure. But he didn’t force you to do anything. He never touched you. He gave you an opportunity and you decided to take it.

“So you want on the Madison account.” 

You sat up straight in the chair across your boss’ desk. “Yes, sir. I really think I would be an asset to the team. I think my track record proves that I can handle the work.” 

He looked at you, or rather through you, his face expressionless. “I’m not sure you are willing to make the sacrifices necessary for such a crucial account, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I can assure you that I will do whatever is required to get the job done. I really want this. I’m ready, let me prove it to you.” You try to keep your voice confident despite your discomfort. You hold your hands together in front of you to keep them from shaking.

He thinks for a moment before replying bluntly, “Drop a couple buttons and you got it.”

You hesitate, not sure if you heard him correctly. “I’m sorry, what?” Surely he didn’t just say…

“Look, Y/N, you gotta loosen up if you want to work on this account. They’re the clients that want to have their business meetings at the bar with a round of shots, not a conference room with cups of tea. You get what I’m saying?”

“Uh, I suppose so.” You pause while your brain tries to catch up with this conversation. “I don’t really see why that translates into my shirt being buttoned…?” Hoping he’ll drop it.

“Show me that you can loosen up. Come on, Y/N, you’ve got a great body, why not show it off? It’s a compliment.” He gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, leaning on it while hovering over you. Crossing his arms, he keeps going “If you aren’t prepared to do what it takes for such an important client, I’m sure I can find someone who will. Maybe Kaitlyn…”

You had to make a choice. While this was not exactly how you wanted to rise up here, you didn’t know when another opportunity would come up again. “No! I am!” You quickly blurt out. Fucking kiss-ass-Kaitlyn would get this account over your dead body. 

You move your hands up to the top button on your white button up. “I-I can see what you mean. I need to be a little more casual. I can do that.” You force your voice to remain steady and even. You try to ignore the look of satisfaction in his eyes when you’ve undone the second button You will him to confirm your place on the team so you can get the hell out of there. 

Well you got the account, now you have to kick ass and prove that you have what it takes. If you can do that, then it’ll have been worth it. You hope. You wanted to call Jax. Not necessarily to tell him-you knew how he would react-but just to hear his voice. He’s so busy though, you didn’t want to bug him or cause him to worry about you. Deciding against it, you sag your shoulders and let out a sigh. Looking at the clock, you count down the minutes till you can go home. You’re just ready for this day to be over.

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You unlock the door to your apartment, immediately kicking your uncomfortable shoes off and throwing your bag down on the floor. You grab your phone and a bottle of wine and head straight to your bathroom. 

You’re already on your second glass when the tub is halfway full, your bubble bath filling the room in a warm relaxing scent. You take a deep breath and start to undress, wanting to soak until you no longer felt the stress of this clusterfuck of a day. Your phone buzzed then, the screen displaying Jax’s name. You smile and slide your thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hello?” You say casually. Your relationship--you guess it’s a relationship?--with Jax was new. You didn’t want to sound too eager.

“Hey darlin’.” You could practically see his smirk through the phone. You smile bigger, his voice already making you feel better. “What are you doing right now?”

“Well I had a pretty shitty day at work, so I am currently drinking my favorite wine and then I’m going to soaking in a bubble bath for the foreseeable future. I might die of old age in this bathtub.” You sighed and placed the phone on the counter, putting it on speakerphone so you could finish taking your clothes off. The sooner you got in the scalding hot water, the better.

“I’m sorry babe, do you wanna talk about it?” He sounded so sweet and sincere. It wasn’t a side of Jax Teller that you’d gotten to see very much. Your heart melted a little and you felt heat start to pool in your core. You answered him, your lady parts taking over your brain momentarily, “You can come over if you want and make me feel better.” You were grateful this interaction wasn’t in person so he couldn’t see how red your face was. You cannot believe you just said that. Who the hell are you??

The tone of his voice changed instantly as he chuckled lightly, “You got it babe, I’ll be right over.”

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What were you thinking? You needed less stress tonight, not more. You stay still, not wanting to disrupt your strategically placed bubbles that were covering you up. Jax was on his way over and you are just lounging in your bathtub. YOUR BATHTUB. Naked. So very naked. You and Jax had fooled around some, sure, but you hadn’t completely seen each other sans clothing yet. Would this be the night you two actually had sex? He's been so sweet, letting you set the pace. He knew you didn’t want a casual hookup. 

But you did want him. Holy mother did you want him. And now you have basically offered yourself to him on a bubble covered silver platter. You weren’t completely sure you were ready for that step with him, all you knew was that you needed a release, and you always felt good when you were with Jax. 

You heard your front door open, Jax walking in, then closing and locking the door behind him. He took his kutte off and folded in on a chair. You heard his footsteps get closer until he pushed open the bathroom door just enough to peek his head in. The look on his face could almost be classified as nervous. You don’t know what he has to be nervous about, he still has all of his clothes on. “Hey, babe.” He says almost sheepishly. Your face warms at the sight of him and you tilt your head, signaling for him to come in. 

Seeming to have gotten his confidence back, he steps in the bathroom and walks over the tub. He gets on his knees next to you so you’re at eye level. His lips curve up in a small smile as he reaches up and pushes some hair behind your ear.

That heat that was pooling earlier had now kicked up a few notches. You are somehow even more aware of how naked you are. Suddenly you don’t want to waste any more time thinking about your shitty day or your shitty boss. 

Jax smiled at you sweetly, “You okay babe? Tell me what happened.” Instead of answering him you reached around him, putting your hand on the back of his neck and pulling his lips to yours. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping into your mouth to deepen in the kiss. 

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed you a while longer. After a few minutes, he broke his lips from yours and pulled back slightly to look at you, a sheen of sweat already on your skin from the hot water. He couldn’t help but think how goddamn beautiful you are.

You spoke up again, wanting to get this new plan back on track. “I really don’t want to talk about it.” He gave you a questioning look. You paused, trying to figure out how to word what you did want. “I just knew I wanted to see you, that being with you would make me feel better.” 

You look at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His face lights up with that wolfish grin of his as he realizes what you want. That look should be illegal. You feel the blood rush to your face. Your thighs press together automatically, your body remembering the pleasure Jax is capable of giving you. 

“Well darlin’,” he starts, his grin getting bigger, “I think I can help you with that.” His hand dips down to the surface of the water and swirls his fingers around, moving some bubbles in the process. 

He leans in and captures your lips with his. You moan into the kiss and reach up to grab onto his hair. That spurs him on to dip his hand further into the water, finding your thigh. You gasp slightly at the contact, your need for him growing. He caresses your thigh up to your knee and brings it down again. He gently pushes one of your legs to the side, opening yourself for him. 

Jax leans back, a question in his eyes. He wants to make sure this is what you want. You’ve been a little more conservative than other girls he’s been with and he wants to respect that. You nod your head and bite your bottom lip in anticipation. He leans forward and takes your lip in with his teeth, biting gently. His mouth moves along your jaw and down your neck, placing wet kisses wherever he can reach. His hand continues its journey in between your legs, until he finally reaches the apex of your thighs. Your breathing getting more labored, you bite your lip again.

“You look so good laid out for me like this, Y/N” his voice low and husky, “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay babe?” Jax swipes a finger up your slit and a low growl comes out of his mouth when he feels how wet you are even under water. 

A sound comes out of your mouth that’s a mix between a hum and a whine. Your brain can’t form a coherent thought in this moment. You lay your head back and open your legs all the way for him. He releases a low chuckle. 

His fingers trace up and down your folds, teasing you. You close your eyes and push yourself towards his hand, wanting more. Jax ghosts his thumb over your clit and you jolt a little. He moves it back with more pressure, going in slow circles. You can’t help the small moan that escapes from your throat. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this turned on. 

“You like that?” 

You hum in response.

He smirks. “I need words, Y/N.”

You force the words out, “Yes. Yes, Jax...please don’t stop.”

Satisfied with your answer, Jax leans in close to your ear and replies in a low growl, “I’m not stopping babe, not until I feel you cumming around my fingers.” He then pushes one finger inside of you, forcing a gasp from you. Feeling you clench around him instantly, he pulls out slowly and adds a second finger, slowly pushing into you again. 

“Jax” you moan, breathless.

He pumps into you, his thumb finding your clit again. “Jesus Christ your tight, babe.” His voice is quiet and strained. He reaches down with his other hand to adjust his erection in his jeans. He wants nothing more than to scoop you out of the tub, lay you out on the bathroom floor and sink his cock into you. He wants to take you, to make you scream. 

But as tempting as that thought is, this isn’t about him. He wants this to be for you, and only you tonight. Jax knows you wouldn’t say something about your job unless it really bothered you. He’s going to get you to talk about it, but that can wait. Right now he’s focused on you, specifically your pussy that has a vice grip around his fingers. 

He curls his fingers up inside of you, hitting a spot that instantly has you moaning, louder now, as he pumps into you faster. His thumb is rubbing fast circles on your clit and your not sure if you can handle the pleasure he’s giving you. 

Feeling you twist away slightly, Jax uses his leverage to pin you down.

“That’s it babe. Cum for me,” he says, his voice low and demanding. You feel his intense gaze on you. Your chest is heaving, exposing your breasts from the water’s surface. Jax wastes no time and leans over you to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. 

“J-Jax...I’m so cose…”

“Let go babe. Cum. Now.” He orders you as he bends down to take your other nipple in his mouth, biting this time.

You arch your back as you reach your climax, gripping the edge of the tub as you clench around his fingers. He continues to move in and out of you through your orgasm, trailing kisses up your collar bone to your neck and up your jaw. 

You try to catch your breath as you come down from your high, sinking into the water more and releasing a satisfied sigh. You look up at Jax, feeling a little exposed. But, that feeling disappears when you see the lust in his eyes.

He leans in for a quick yet deep kiss. “You look so fucking sexy when you cum, babe. Feel better?” 

You smile at him, reaching up to cup one of his cheeks. “I like you.” Your voice dopey and dazed from your orgasm.

Not expecting that response, Jax laughs out loud, a genuine smile taking over his face. “I like you too, baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. Standing up, he grabs a towel to dry his arm off before holding it open for you. 

“How ‘bout we go settle on the couch and find a movie to watch.”

You grin widely and start to stand up. You legs are wobbly and he reaches out to steady you, wrapping the large towel around your wet body. You stand there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of him holding you as you look up at him. 

“Sounds perfect.”

A/N: This is my first Jax imagine! I had this random idea pop in my head so I just went with it! This is also my first attempt at smut. Let me know what you think!

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Bound To You - Chapter 14: One Last Chapter - Part One

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 15

NOTE: Pairings and Ratings Will Change As Story Is Updated

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester

Rating: General Audiences

Chapter Word Count: 11,195

Overall Word Count: 116,704

Status: Multi Chapter Fic - In Progress (14/15)

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Castiel knew there was nothing he could say to help alleviate Dean’s guilt. This was just something he was going to have to feel. So, instead, he reached out across the table, pulling out one of Dean’s crossed arms from under him and intertwining his fingers with Deans. “We can’t change the past, Dean.”

Dean just barely managed to pull the side of his mouth into a smile, reaching out with his other hand and placing it over their combined ones. “Would probably fix a lot of our problems if we could, huh?”

“I don’t know about that…” Castiel uttered softly, finding himself falling into the endless shades of forests in Dean’s eyes. “I quite like where we’ve ended up.”

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Authors Note: "One last chapter!" I said... Yeah...

Basically I, uh, I may have been a bit too confident in my writing abilities? And severely undercalculated how long it would take to write out all that I had planned... 

So... it's gonna be the last chapter: part one and part two. Y'know, like all good books into movies do. (Seriously though, if I tried stuffing it all into one chapter it wouldn't be out till next Thursday at the earliest and would be around 20,000+ words long, so... two parts!)

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They didn’t get married in three months. So, Sam lost his bet, much to a smug Eileen’s delight.

But then they didn’t get married in six months, either.  So Eileen basically handed back the twenty dollars Sam had given her three months prior.

But there was a reason they didn’t get married in that time.

It was because Dean had a plan.

It was a four-step plan, and Dean had a particular date in mind for one of the steps.

Step one he achieved only after a few weeks.

Cas was sat at the kitchen table that Saturday morning, munching blearily on a bowl of ‘Krunch Cookie Krunch’ and glaring out at the world like it personally offended him – Cas was not a morning person, as they quickly found out – when Dean walked into the kitchen and slapped the paper contract in his hand down on the table in front of Cas. Poor Cas startled so hard that he nearly flung a spoonful of milk and soggy cereal across the room, eyes wide awake now that Dean had gifted him a near heart attack at eight in the morning.

“Dean, what on Earth-,”

“Step One,” Dean said with a shit-eating grin, gesturing at the paper he had just put down.

“Step one of… what?” Castiel asked, pushing his half-eaten bowl of cereal away and picking up the piece of paper.

“That’s not for you to know yet,” Dean replied. “Or Sam and Eileen, for that matter. They’ll get to know what step two and step three is before you, though.”

Castiel’s eyes scanned across the paper in his hands, realizing what is it that had Dean looking quite so excited – and also jittery with nerves – as he waited for Cas’s reaction.

“I, uh… I actually went job searching shortly after we took down Chuck,” Dean tells him. “This was the first thing I found that seemed… possible. It’s construction work, here in Kansas. The guy said they rarely ever work out of state, in which cases it’s usually neighboring states anyway. Thought it’d be good to do some physical work, y’know? Not just sitting around at a desk all day; something where I can use my hands and feel like I’m actually doing something. I had the contract ready to sign and everything then, uh… y’know, everything happened.”

Castiel looked up from the contract in disbelief, only able to blink at Dean for a few seconds before his brain caught up to reality. “You… you got a job?”

“Somehow,” Dean said with a sheepish chuckle. “Guy called up to ask if I was still interested in the job offer, as they hadn’t heard from me in a while. Told ‘em I was in an accident and was bed-ridden for a while – which is partly true – but that I was given a bill of clean health and the all-clear to return to work, so… he asked if I still wanted it, and I took it.”

“You got a job,” Castiel repeated once more, staring blankly up at Dean in a way that made Dean wonder if he had misjudged how Castiel would react to the news.

“Um… yes?” Dean offered his answer hesitantly, unsure as to whether he was about to celebrate alongside Cas or suffer through one of their first real arguments as a couple.

It was a relief when Castiel’s face broke out into a huge happy smile – crow’s feet and all – nearly tripping over his chair as he engulfs Dean in a hug that squeezes all the air out of Dean’s lungs.

“I start on Monday, so maybe let’s not suffocate me before then?” Dean wheezes through the hug, returning Cas’s beaming smile as he released Dean from his death grip.

“I can’t believe it…” Castiel mumbled, partly to himself and to Dean. “You got a job.”

Dean snorted. “I’m not that useless, y’know.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s more… what made you go searching for a job?”

“Gotta do something, right?” Dean answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean, if I’m not hunting anymore then I’d just be sitting around all day going crazy.”

Dean could feel Cas go tense under him, the easy-going smile on his face slipping away as Dean’s words replayed in his head. “You… you’re not hunting anymore?”

“No, I’m not. And that’s not something I ever thought I’d say, but… I had been trying to get out before, y’know? Thought I’d ease myself out of hunting, maybe picking up the occasional hunting job every now and then – just had to work up the courage to tell Sammy my plans and get on with it. Then we caught wind of a Vamp nest and… well, you know the rest. I’d like to consider it a ‘wake-up call’. Somehow, I’ve been given a second chance, and I got you as part of it, too? Ain’t no way in Hell I’m risking fucking it all up again to hunt, Cas. This is it. This is our chance - and I’m taking it.”

For a moment, Castiel could only stand there in Dean’s arms, looking up to him in complete and utter shock. Dean Winchester not hunting was more of a pipe dream than anything for him – even just saying it didn’t seem right. Dean Winchester not hunting? It was almost like a paradoxical notion, too unnatural to consider being a part of reality.

And now… Dean had a job. And that in itself felt more like an assurance that Dean was telling the truth than anything else. He was trying, really trying to turn a new leaf, to live a life that he deserves to live – one that involves him.

“You’re giving up hunting… and you got a job…”

“Did I break you, Cas?” Dean asks, waving a hand in front of Castiel’s blank face. “Man, I thought when I told you you’d just say congrats and that’d be that, I wasn’t expecting for you to shut down completely-,”

Castiel cut Dean off by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling forward, leaning up to plant a kiss on Dean’s lips, whose muffled squeak of surprise had Castiel smiling into the kiss. Dean couldn’t help but smile back at the feeling of Castiel’s smile on his lips – which kinda ruined the whole aspect of the kiss – sending the two into hushed giggles of laughter shared between the small space between them.

“Damn, that’s all I gotta do to get a kiss out of you? Get a job? Wait till the paychecks start coming in and you see me filling out my tax forms – won’t be able to get you off of me.”

Castiel rolled his eyes at him, but the smile on his face remained - they often came around Dean, and usually stuck around for quite some time. “What about Sam and Eileen?”

“What about them?”

“Have you told them?” Castiel asked, glancing towards the kitchen entrance and into the hallway that leads to their room.

“Nah, not yet. Wanted you to be the first to know.”

“Do, um… do you think Sam will keep hunting without you?”

That gave Dean pause. Would Sam keep hunting without him? Before, he assumed Sam would just kinda stop since he could no longer physically hunt. Now he can hunt again, but is choosing not to… would Sam still hunt?

The only time Sam had ever really gone on hunts without him by his side was during that shole ‘soulless Sammy’ fiasco, and that version of Sam isn’t one he considers to be his real brother. Would it make him unbelievably, nail-bitingly nervous to know his brother was out on a hunt without him, out of view and out of reach, unable to sense whether his little brother is in danger? Abso-fucking-lutely. But, then again… Sam has Eileen. Eileen is just as gifted as a hunter as they are – raised into the life, just as they were.

“I… I honestly don’t know,” Dean answered. “Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Cas nodded slowly at his answer, glancing back over to Dean’s job contract on the table. “I’m human now…”

“Uh… yeah…?” Dean said, wondering if Cas was trying to word that as a statement or question.

Castiel sank back into his chair, keeping his eyes fixated on the piece of paper in front of him, drumming his fingers against the table. “I should probably get a job, too,” Cas continued, bringing his gaze back up to Dean.

“You don’t have to-,”

“Maybe not, but I want to,” Castiel argued. “It’s a part of being human. Work to earn your keep. I can’t just… sit around. I’ve always had something to do, Dean. I suppose I could apply for a position at the Gas N’ Sip just outside of town?”

“The Gas N’ Sip?” Dean asked, unable to hide the judgment in his voice at Cas’s career choice.

“This may come as a surprise to you, but I enjoyed my work, Dean. I was given a list of tasks to do. A routine that was easy to follow. Comfortable, and… predictable.”

“You didn’t seem to predict that I was gonna show up one day,” Dean said with the same satisfied grin he wore on said day, dropping down into the chair opposite Cas.

“That… was a surprise,” Castiel agreed. “After you kicked me out of the bunker without giving me a reason, I assumed my role in Metatron’s plan and causing the angels to fall had irreparably ruined our friendship and would be unlikely to see you again.”

That wiped the smile off of Dean’s face. “Cas…”

“There’s no need to apologize, Dean,” Cas stopped Dean’s apology before it could even begin. “I know better now, of course. You did what you had to do for Sam. I understand.”

“Doesn’t make me feel any less shitty for doing that to you,” Dean mumbled down at the table, leaning forward and crossing his arms atop its surface. “I can still remember your face so damn vividly… You were all excited about being in the bunker, gushing about the water pressure and shoving burritos in your face… Seeing you in that damn hoodie and with your beard growing out, and… you just looked so human. So… vulnerable. And I kicked you out…"

Castiel knew there was nothing he could say to help alleviate Dean’s guilt. This was just something he was going to have to feel. So, instead, he reached out across the table, pulling out one of Dean’s crossed arms from under him and intertwining his fingers with Deans. “We can’t change the past, Dean.”

Dean just barely managed to pull the side of his mouth into a smile, reaching out with his other hand and placing it over their combined ones. “Would probably fix a lot of our problems if we could, huh?”

“I don’t know about that…” Castiel uttered softly, finding himself falling into the endless shades of forests in Dean’s eyes. “I quite like where we’ve ended up.”

Dean huffed gently at that, looking down to their joined hands, feeling his fingers run absentmindedly over Castiel’s knuckles. It’s then, his fingers brushing over the soft skin of Cas’s, that the plan for Step Two all seems to fall into place in his mind.

“Yeah…” Dean says out loud, looking back up to meet Castiel’s inquisitive gaze. “Can’t change the past, right? But I got a whole lot of future with you to make up for it.”

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 Step two begins on September fifteenth – as part of Dean’s plan.

He had already booked the week off work for it – and how weird is that? Taking vacation – and then the plan officially began that Wednesday evening, when Castiel returned to the bunker at seven, looking about ready to drop dead after a grueling shift at the Gas N’ Sip.

His plans to drag Dean from whatever he was doing and pull him into bed for a well-deserved nap was ruined when he was met with an anxious-looking Dean sat at the library table, laptop open and spilling out its harsh light into the darkness of the bunker, phone in one hand whilst he chewed incessantly at his nails on the other hand.

“Dean?” Castiel asked as he stepped further into the bunker, pocketing the keys to the old second-hand pick-up truck he had purchased with his own money a month prior into his trench-coat pocket (he and Dean had argued back and forth over the purchase, with Dean insisting he just takes one of the old classic cars from the Men of Letters collection. The argument was dropped when Cas bought up how odd it would be for someone working at a Gas N’ Sip to pull up into work with an expensive classic car from the thirties.)

“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked upon reaching the library table.

“Nothing,” Dean answered immediately, which of course meant that it wasn’t ‘nothing’. After a few seconds of disbelieving stares from Cas, he sighed and placed his phone down on the table, rubbing a hand across his face. “Sam and Eileen went out on a hunt.”

“…Okay?” Castiel said, unsure what the significance of that was supposed to be.

Sam and Eileen had decided to stop hunting. Eventually. In no way were they picking up hunts as frequently as they used to, with the idea being that they’d slowly ease out of hunting, leave it to the younger ones, the next generation of hunters, to take on the task they had devoted most of their life to.

“Jody called about a suspected Vamp nest up in Illinois,” Dean explained. “She was too wrapped up with actual police work, and there weren’t any hunters available locally to do it, so… Sam offered to go.”

Castiel pulled out a chair opposite Dean, taking a seat as Dean once again picks up his phone, checking through the messages again like he had the past few hours. “I… I don’t understand. Why are you worried? You’ve been okay the past few hunts?”

“I don’t know, Cas. Something about this one feels… weird. Can’t explain it, just got some gut feeling that something ain't right. Already had it pretty bad, then…”

“Then what?”

Dean answered by flipping his phone around in his hands, offering it out for Cas to take. Castiel takes it, glancing down at the screen to see that the messenger app was open, displaying a text chain between Dean and Sam.

‘Message Received – 4:30 PM’

Sam: ‘Three more bodies now, Dean. THREE.

‘Message Sent – 4:31 PM’

Dean: ‘How is that even possible? You’ve been there, what, two hours?’

‘Message Received – 4:33 PM’

Sam: ‘Yeah, which probably means there are more bodies that just haven’t been found yet.’

‘Message Sent – 4:33 PM’

Dean: ‘So what you thinking?’

‘Message Received – 4:35 PM’

Sam: ‘I’m thinking that Jody’s estimate of a small nest might be a little off the mark. Eileen’s still down at the police station, trying to get some more info on the victims and where they were found. Once we track down the nest we can do some recon, try and get a better estimate of their numbers.’

‘Message Sent – 4:36 PM’

Dean: ‘Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? If it seems big, you call Jody. Don’t try and be the hero and take it on just you two – rope in some more hunters, guilt trip Jody into coming down if you have to.’

‘Message Received – 4:39 PM’

Sam: ‘Say’s the guy who would have charged in guns blazing already at this point.’

‘Message Sent – 4:40 PM’

Dean: ‘Good thing I’m not on the hunt then, bitch.’

‘Message Received – 4:40 PM’

Sam: ‘Yeah, otherwise I might have to drag your ass off a pole again, jerk.’

“And you haven’t heard anything since?” Castiel asked, even though the evidence of that being the case was in his hands.

“Yeah. No calls or anything. I know it’s only been a few hours, but… I can’t help but worry.”

“That’s understandable,” Castiel says, reaching across to hand the phone back over. “But I don’t think there’s any reason to be alarmed just yet. They’re probably just going to get dinner. Sam wouldn’t text you unless there was something new with the case, right? So his lack of communication doesn’t necessarily mean something is wrong.”

“Yeah… yeah. That’s true,” Dean mumbles. “You’re right… I know you’re right.”

“But you’ll still worry.”

“Yep…”

On September seventeenth, the Friday evening of that same week, Castiel returns home to almost the same scene as that Wednesday. Except, this time, Dean is frantically pacing about the library, looking about ready to start tearing out chunks of his hair.

Castiel can’t even get a word out before Dean’s head snaps up at the sight of him, rushing over to grab Castiel’s arm and lead him towards the hallway. “We gotta go, Cas.”

“Wha-,” Castiel tries to slow Dean down, which he does – only barely. “Dean, what’s going on?”

“It’s Sammy,” Dean answers, frantic eyes flickering between Cas and the hallway. “I think he’s in trouble.”

Dean is hurrying off down the hallway before Cas can even respond, huffing out a frustrated sigh at the former hunter before chasing after him. Dean is already tearing through his drawers for clothes when Cas makes it to their bedroom, watching as Dean hurriedly shoves some of their spare clothes into a duffel bag.

“Why do you think he’s in trouble?” Castiel asked calmly, hoping that keeping his voice steady and calm would help relax Dean a little.

It did not.

“This morning, he texted me saying that they tracked down the nest,” Dean answers, not even looking at Cas as he speaks, focused on grabbing his pistol from under his pillow and checking it over before sliding it in amongst the clothes in the duffel. “That was the last text I got. Said he and Eileen were heading in to see what was up and… nothing but radio silence since.”

“That doesn’t mean-,”

“But it could, Cas,” Dean stressed, whipping around to face him, pleading eyes digging into Castiel’s. “Look, I know you don’t want me going out there, okay? I know I promised not to do hunts anymore, but this isn’t a hunt. I have to see if he’s okay, Cas.”

Castiel exhaled sharply, stepping further into the room and letting the heavy door swing shut behind him. “It feels a little bit too much like déjà vu for me; one last hunt… another vampire nest…”

“I know,” Dean said, feeling himself deflate at the way Cas seemed to shrink in on himself. “But I have to do it, Cas. It’s my brother.”

Castiel held Dean’s begging gaze for a few moments more before closing his eyes with a heavy sigh, nodding his head in resignation. “I wouldn’t expect you not to. Not for Sam,” Then, he turns to the wardrobe he and Dean shared, pulling out a few pairs of shirts and slacks for himself, daring Dean to challenge him as he stuffed them into the duffel. “But you can’t expect me not to go, too.”

The knowing grin Dean gives him in return is somewhat surprising, pausing in his packing as Dean leans across the bed to place a chaste kiss on Castiel’s lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”

* * *

 Castiel knew Dean was especially worried when he threw him the keys to the Impala with a grunt of, “Here, you drive,” and slinking into the passenger seat before Cas could even look up from the keys in his hands.

Castiel couldn’t say he was too thrilled about the prospect of a ten-hour drive after working a nine-hour shift at the Gas N’ Sip, but… this was for Sam, after all. They were on the road by nine the same evening, headed down the US-36 East for what Cas knew was going to be a grueling and monotonous drive. Dean was all jitters next to him, his leg constantly shaking on the spot as he stares out of the Impala’s windows, the amber streetlights whizzing past only serving to intensify his anxiety.

“Knew I shouldn’t have let them go…” Dean mumbled out loud around three hours into their trip, phone still held tightly in his hands. “I ignored my damn gut, and look where that got me…”

“We still don’t know if anything’s wrong yet,” Castiel tries to assure him, briefly turning his gaze away from the stretch of road ahead to glance over at Dean. “There’s no use torturing yourself over the ‘what if's.’ All we can do is try and track and them down, and then go from there.”

Dean only grunted in response – whether in agreement, Cas had no clue – swiping up and down the brief chain of messages he got from Sam this morning like a new message was magically appear, assuring Dean that Sam and Eileen were okay.

Around the six-hour mark, Dean chucked his phone into the backseat with a frustrated grunt. A sign advertising a nearby rest stop approached overhead, and Dean quickly tapped at Castiel’s arm with the back of his hand, gesturing to the sight before it disappeared out of sight. “Pull over, Cas. I’ll take over.”

“Are you sure?” Castiel asks, flicking on the indicator and switching to the right-hand lane. “I can keep driving-,”

“Nah, you deserve a break,” Dean cut him off. “Besides, I think I need the distraction right now. Can’t stop thinking.”

Whilst Dean found the constant passing of the lights ahead anxiety-inducing, Castiel found them almost soothing, feeling his eyelids begin to droop as he got comfortable in the passenger seat, the lights of the passing cars beginning to blur together until there was nothing but darkness.

Around the nine-hour mark, just as the horizon was shifting from that dark purplish to the soft orange glow of the approaching sunrise, Dean let his eyes drift away from the road to his angel sleeping peacefully next to him. Castiel has curled into himself on the seat, facing towards Dean with an arm outstretched, his hand having come to a rest atop Dean’s thigh at some point in his slumber. Dean felt his mouth pull into an affectionate smile at the sight of him, finding it much more difficult than usual to return his gaze back to the road.

Somehow, now he was a human with his messy bed hair, tired bags and dark circles under his eyes, and the slightly darker, patchier five o’clock shadow from missing a few days of shaving… Cas never looked more like an angel in his eyes.

“If only you knew, Cas,” Dean spoke softly to the slumbering man next to him, letting out a small chuckle as the exit sign for ‘Pontiac, Illinois’ passed overhead. “If only you knew…”

* * *

Dean gently shook Castiel awake as they pulled into ‘The Delight Motel’ (Dean could already tell from its crumbling exterior that this would not be a delight), waiting for Castiel to come to his senses a little before making an attempt to speak to him. No one can understand the English language five seconds after waking up…

“Here,” Dean said as Castiel wiped the sleep from his eyes, handing him a Styrofoam cup of fresh, hot coffee. “Stopped at a drive-through while you were out; thought you’d appreciate some caffeine.”

Castiel took the hot beverage eagerly, not even bothering to check its temperature before taking a hearty swig of the dark, rich drink.

“I asked them to put some honey in it too, before you ask,” Dean told him before taking a swig of his own black coffee. “You freakin’ weirdo…”

Castiel pulled the coffee away from his lips with a pleased hum, licking the few dregs that had clung to his upper lip. “Did I mention I love you?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice, yeah,” Dean intended for his reply to sound as sarcastic as possible, but the smile that crept onto his face transferred over to his tone. He took another swig of his coffee, gesturing with cup in hand to the worn-down sign of the Motel. “This is the place Sam and Eileen set up camp: room number seventeen.”

“We’re not going straight to the nest?” Castiel asked.

Dean shook his head. “I’m gonna book another room for the night. Thought it’d be best we go have a look around their room, see if there’s any clues to where they went. Besides, there’s always the chance that they’re just chilling in there and Sam just broke his charger or something right?”

Judging by the fact that Dean gets no answer upon knocking on the door – even going so far as to use their super special secret knock – even Castiel has to admit that maybe everything isn’t alright. After a few tense minutes of Dean attempting to pick the lock to the room, with Castiel standing watch and praying that no nosy motel attendants peer out the flimsy plastic vertical blinds, they finally break through into the room only to find…

Nothing.

Well, not nothing. The room was empty of occupants, but evidently lived in. The ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign still hung from the outside of the door, and so there had been no housekeeping staff to clean out the boxes of Chinese take-out cartons from the night before that had been hastily shoved into the trash, or the few bottles of beer still sat atop the mini-kitchen counter in the corner of the room. The double bed sat in the middle of the room was made, but clearly in a rush and clearly by Sam – Dean recognized that scruffy bed making style anywhere. For a moment, Castiel almost entertained the idea that they had already left, but then the sight of Sam and Eileen’s shared duffle stuffed underneath the motel’s rickety table, that of which still contained their spare clothes, Sam’s laptop, and a few research books, quickly disproved that theory.

“Nearly twenty-four hours,” Dean says, picking out a flannel shirt from the duffel and staring down at it with his jaw clenched so hard he could feel a headache coming on. “It’s been nearly twenty-four hours since they left for the nest, Cas. And they haven’t texted us to let us know they’re alright. It’s time to panic, right?”

“Maybe a little.”

* * *

 Castiel would be lying if he said arming up for this hunt didn’t make him a little nervous. Sure, he had years of battles under his belt, but… hunting without being able to rely on his powers was always a nerve-wracking thought. Being mortal never felt more… inconvenient. Once upon a time, he would have simply tracked down Sam’s location, flown to him and Eileen, and smited every Vampire in eyesight, then heal any potential wound either of the two may have been inflicted.

Now… now he can only sit in the passenger seat of the Impala, leg bouncing in uncontrollable nerves as the dark of night begins to descend on them (because of course this would go down when it was dark, why wouldn’t it?) as they approach Sam’s last guess of where the Nest could be from the extensive list they had checked all day.

This was the last possible location on the list. If there was no sign of a Vamp nest, no sign of Sam and Eileen here… Well, truth be told, he didn’t know what they would do.

Castiel found himself so caught up not only in his nerves, but at the overwhelming desire to get Sam and Eileen back to safety, that he didn’t even notice the familiar barn that the Impala rumbled up to in the middle of nowhere. Desolate in location, its aged wooden exterior looking about ready to fall apart at even the gentlest blow of the wind. This was a barn that Castiel absolutely should have recognized, but… he was too preoccupied in his thought to.

Not even as he clambered out of the Impala, pulling out a machete from her trunk as Dean did the same, did Castiel notice the unusual golden light spilling from inside the barn. His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest, an annoyingly loud noise in his ears that made it harder to pick up any potential sounds from within the barn. Dean had only just begun to close the trunk to the Impala before Castiel was already storming towards the barn, eyes darting around its exterior with his hand’s gripped snugly around his machete’s leather handle, ready to swing at even the smallest of movements.

Castiel paused at the old wooden doors, taking a deep breath to ready himself before pushing on the doors as hard as he can, raising the machete in preparation as the doors creak and groan at him. He takes a few steps into the barn, barely registering the glass crunching under his feet, ready to face an onslaught of prepared Vampire’s that were most likely waiting for the other Winchester brother to show up when…

When that’s not what happens. His eyes are immediately drawn to the faded, black sigils that were painted around the interior walls of the barn, sigils that would keep out nearly every supernatural creature known to humanity, all apart from….

From angels…

This was… this was the barn. Their barn. The one where… where had had first shown himself to Dean, all those years ago. He can still remember it so vividly: the glass bulbs shattering over his head, blown out by what was once his immense holy power; the fear on Dean and Bobby’s face as he approached, not even caring about the shotgun slugs that filled his chest; the genuine amusement he felt as this man, the man that was labeled ‘righteous’, the one that would help lead Earth into paradise under God’s command… had just stabbed an angel of the Lord in the chest with a demon knife.

The very second Dean had done such a fearless but utterly foolish move… Castiel knew he would like the stubborn human stood before him.

The entire barn was covered in candles. They were placed on the ground, bathing what should have been a cold, dark barn in a warm, golden light that flickered across the sigils, almost making them appear as if they were shifting on the wooden panels.

The candles formed a walkway, leading to an old table that had been left untouched inside the barn for thirteen years. There, sat upon the table, having what looked like a pleasant conversation with their legs swinging underneath the table was…

“Sam?” Castiel asked in disbelief, feeling his grip on the machete relax somewhat. “Eileen? What…?”

“Hey, Cas,” Eileen greeted him with a gleaming smile, waving joyfully at the former angel.

“I… I don’t understand,” Castiel mumbles, dropping the machete down to his side when he’s unable to see any potential danger – apart from all these candles setting the old wood alight, of course. “You… you had gone silent. We thought you were hurt, or dead.”

“Yeah… not so much,” Sam answers, a little to Castiel’s frustration. “We were just here as the distraction.”

“The… what?”

Sam smiles at him, gesturing with his finger in a circular motion for Castiel to turn around. Castiel takes in their barely contained grins of pure glee before following Sam’s commands, spinning around on the spot to the entrance of the barn where-

Castiel’s brain comes to a sudden halt. Somehow, he’s able to register Sam’s encouraging pat on his shoulder after he had jumped off the table, him and Eileen passing by and exiting the barn, leaving Castiel to absorb the situation in front of him.

There, in the entrance of the barn, was Dean; knelt down on one knee with a lop-sided smile that put his nerves on full display. And there, sat within his hands held towards Castiel, was a deep blue colored velvet box, containing a single gleaming silver ring that almost appeared gold as the light from the candles were reflected in its polished metal.

“Step Two?” Dean say’s like it’s a question - an offering. “Told you Sam and Eileen were going to have to be involved for Step Two – and that they’d know before you.”

Castiel still hadn’t said anything. In fact, he hadn’t done much in terms of a reaction whatsoever – unless you count blinking rapidly down at Dean as he knelt down on the cold hard dirt. “Uh, Cas? You, uh… you gonna say something, or should I keep going with the speech I had planned? Coz I think I might have knelt in some glass here and it’s kinda painful…”

At Castiel’s continued silence, Dean took the opportunity to carry on with the speech he spent longer working on than he’d like to admit. “Thirteen years, Cas. Thirteen years ago to this date, you walked into my life. Back then, you were another monster to add to the list. Another seemingly overpowered being to throw a wrench into the plans. If someone told me those thirteen years ago that I’d become best friends with that being? I’d assume they were drunk off their ass. If they then told me that thirteen years later, I’d be proposing to him? I would have personally dropped them off at the psychiatric ward myself.

“Now? Now, I’d check them out of that hospital, buy them a cold beer and thank them for planting the idea in my head. Coz all them years ago… it seemed crazy even then to know an angel, let alone realize I was starting to care for him. Then, eventually… I would fall in love with him.”

Dean cleared his throat as Castiel shuffled closer to him, eyes fixated on the ring sat snugly within its velvet pillow. “You know, back when we met it’s – heh – I guess it would almost be cheesy to say that sparks flew, huh? And while I know cupids technically exist… I don’t believe there was a cupid there that day. I don’t think that we were destined to be, that there was some plan in place that required our courtship. I think… I know, that what we have is real because we chose it for ourselves. It may have been God that forced us together, but it was us that helped our friendship bloom into something more.

“And while Cupid might not have been there that day to shoot an arrow through your chest… I sort of did it for him my own way,” Dean swallowed nervously. “I thought it was only right that the blade I once used to pierce your heart should be used to represent my love for you; how me, of all people, managed to capture your heart, Castiel.”

“This…” Castiel croaks out, eyes darting between the ring in Dean’s hand and his expectant face. “This is the demon blade?”

“Was the demon blade. Had it melted down,” Dean answered. “Look, Cas - you know I’m not the greatest at words and ‘speaking my feelings.’ Honestly, I’m surprised I managed to get through all of that without forgetting anything, but… I don’t think I even needed any of that speech. All that matters is that I love you, Castiel. Castiel, Cas, Buddy, Sunshine… lots of names I’ve called you over the years,” Dean plucked the silver ring out of its box, holding it out to Cas. “How does ‘husband’ sound?”

“You’re not joking, are you?” Castiel whispers. “You’re… you’re proposing… to me?”

“Had been planning to the second we got you back, Cas,” Dean said. “There were so many times where I’d wake up with you next to me, and you’d smile just from the sight at me, that I nearly asked you right then and there. Sam was so excited to be a part of this though, couldn’t do that to h- - oof-,”

Dean got the wind knocked out of him as he suddenly found himself with an armful of (still to him) angel, landing on his back with a mixture of a pained grunt at the near six-foot man landing on his ribs and a surprised bark of laughter at said man launching himself at Dean. Whatever noise he made was quickly silenced by Castiel’s lips claiming his own, keeping a firm grip on the ring in his hand (didn’t want to lose that) whilst his other hand came to rest on the side of Cas’s face. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position; with shards of glass poking at him underneath his shirt and one of Cas’s knees dug painfully in his thigh and a sharp elbow resting on his ribs – but the firm weight of Castiel atop him, pushing into the kiss like he couldn’t get enough of him, more than made up for all that other stuff.

“You’re an ass for tricking me into thinking Sam and Eileen were in trouble,” Castiel gets out in a rush once he pulls away from Dean. “And if I was a pettier man, I would reject your proposal for putting me through that terror.”

“Is that your way of saying yes?” Dean asks through the blissful smile already breaking out onto his face. He already knew the answer before he had even asked, of course (maybe there was a little part of him worried about Cas saying no, but to be fair, he’ll probably be double checking with Cas that he ‘loves’ loves him when they’re in their nineties chilling out together in rocking chairs.)

Castiel pushed himself off of Dean, holding out a hand to pull Dean up. Dean took his hand, letting Cas pull him up until they were both sat on the glass-covered floor of the barn, smiling at each other in the candlelight like the two idiots in love they were. “You’re a fool if you think I would have any other answer than ‘yes,’ Dean Winchester.”

Dean flipped around Cas’s hand that was still wrapped around his, silently muttering a prayer in his mind that the ring would fit as he slid it onto Castiel’s ring finger (he didn’t think there would ever be a more nerve-wracking time in his life than when he was wrapping that damn measuring tape around Castiel’s finger as he slept; just waiting for him to startle awake and either punch the strange dark figure messing with his hand at two o’clock in the morning, or have the proposal spoiled months earlier).

“Guess that makes it official,” Dean said. “Guess I can’t call you ‘husband’ just yet, but… ‘fiancée’ sounds good for the time being, right?”

* * *

Planning the wedding was surprisingly easy.

It wasn’t all ‘panic over what flowers to use, what food to serve, where guests will sit’ and all that other crap you saw in tv shows and movies. Mostly because… there wasn’t really much to plan. It wasn’t going to be a traditional wedding – and really, it would be weird if it was. Traditional just… wasn’t their style.

Funnily enough, the ceremony itself was going to be small - just as Dean had pictured all those months ago. The few decisions they had to make took barely more than a few minutes of discussion at the map table over the course of one night. Although, that’s not to say that his little brother didn’t put in a downright flattering amount of effort; going so far as to sketch up some ideas and lists on one of those whiteboards on wheels, talking enthusiastically about where exactly the ceremony could be and whatnot.

“It does sound nice to do it early February,” Castiel mused at Sam’s suggestion.

“Oh yeah, all that snow?” Eileen said. “You can almost picture it, right? Blanketed on the ground, all on the trees, a perfect winter backdrop.”

“Yeah, but… I’d rather not have to freeze my balls off,” Dean said. “How about sometime in the spring? You know, new beginnings and all that. Me and Cas, starting a new chapter of our lives. And, y’know, it’d be nice to say my vows without my teeth chattering.”

 “Okay, so… we got the guest list mostly completed…” Sam said, tapping at the hastily written out list in front of him. “You still want Claire to be at the ceremony, Cas?”

Castiel nodded in answer.

“Alright… So, at the ceremony itself it’s just us and Claire… and uh…”

“And…?” Dean said.

“Well, it’s just… Rowena did technically ask you to invite her to the wedding,” Sam brought up. “And, you know, I was thinking… we’re gonna need someone to officiate the wedding, right? So…”

“Isn’t that like… against the law and nature?” Dean asked incredulously. “A witch? Who’s died and come back multiple times, now the Queen of Hell… being the one to marry two dudes in the Midwest, one of which was a former angel and the other a dude who was once a demon?” Dean just barely caught Castiel’s eye before all four at the table burst out into fits of laughter at the notion of what Dean had just described.

“You know what? Why not!” Dean said, throwing up his arms with a smile still plastered on his face. “Better than a stranger. And she did technically ask… I mean, screw tradition, right? We’re already breaking tradition having Claire walk Cas down the aisle – the daughter giving the father away.”

“How are we even going to ask Rowena?” Castiel asked. “Does she… have a phone?”

“Don’t think so,” Sam said. Then, another small smile crept onto his lips, huffing out a laugh as the realization struck him.

“What?” Dean asked at Sam’s laughter.

“Nothing, just…” Sam cleared his throat. “We’re… probably going to have to hand the invitation over to a cross-road demon or something… Already picturing the look on its face as it hands over a fancy piece of card with ‘You are cordially invited to the wedding of Castiel and Dean Winchester’ printed on it.”

As it turns out… that’s exactly what happened. Dean had put on his most charming smile as he stood sweating and dirty at the cross-roads, shovel in one hand and invitation in the other as the crossroad demon stood in front of him looked like he wanted nothing more than to rip out all of his internal organs and let the Hellhounds use them as a chew toy. It was a downright miracle the demon didn’t decide to break allegiances with Rowena right there and then…

One week before the wedding, things were… calm. Like there wasn’t even going to be a wedding in one week. It felt… normal, Dean supposed. They were just sat around the kitchen table that night, chowing down on burgers made by yours truly, talking about a potential shape-shifter case up in Wyoming when Sam said, “Hey… you know what I just realized? You guys are gonna be married. By law.”

“Yeah, hopefully, so long as the registry accepts our completely fake documents,” Dean says around a mouthful of meat and cheese.

“It's just… it's crazy, right? I mean, Cas, I’m gonna be your ‘brother-in-law.”

Castiel sucked off some grease that has dripped down his finger, leveling Sam with a bemused stare. “I already considered you a brother to me, Sam.”

“Wow, you guys are very… nonchalant about getting married,” Eileen said.

“I wouldn’t say ‘nonchalant’,” Castiel said, looking forlornly down to the empty space on his ring finger where Dean’s ring once was; having decided to remove the ring a month before the wedding, to use at the ceremony itself. He was looking forward to getting it back.

“Yeah, I think we just… don’t really consider the importance of the ‘law' parts of it,” Dean said.

“Winchesters? Not caring about the law? I’m shocked.” Eileen said with a grin, hand to her chest in fake shock.

Dean rolled up his napkin and chucked it at her for that comment, getting his plans thwarted by a protective swipe from Sam along with a less than pleased glare. “I'm just focusing on the important stuff, like pledging to spend the rest of my life with this dumbass next to me,” Dean said, jabbing a thumb as Cas. “Then having a nice little celebration with the people in our lives that may very well die at any given moment. We're not focusing on ‘related by law’ stuff and crap like that, right Cas?”

But when Dean looked over, he saw that Cas was sitting oddly still on his chair, staring wide-eyed into nothingness as a thought washed over him. “I… I punched my future father-in-law…”

“You… you what?” Dean spluttered, exchanging bewildered stares with Sam. “You never met our Dad – when the hell did you manage to punch him?”

“We, uh… we became acquainted in Heaven,” Castiel tells them, nervous eyes darting between the two brothers.

“And you punched him?” Dean asked. “What did he do that made you punch him?”

“I saw him,” Castiel answered simply. Dean and Sam’s heads whipped around to face each other, keeping up the astonished appearance for only a few more seconds before bursting out into laugher. Castiel visibly relaxed at the two’s apparent amusement at his act of violence against their father, even going so far as to crack a smile at the (admittedly) humorous memory.

“Wait, wait – let me get this straight,” Dean leaned up from his laughing fit, placing a hand on Castiel’s shoulder as he asks, “So you walked into heaven… saw my Dad… and before he could even say anything to him, you walked right up and punched him?”

“He got a few words out,” Castiel defended himself. “Not the whole sentence and, quite frankly, I wasn’t listening to what he was saying at the time anyway.”

“So, your first act in Heaven was… to commit an act of violence?” Eileen asked.

“It was deserved,” Castiel mumbled darkly.

“Man… first family dinner up in Heaven is gonna be awkward, huh?” Dean said, picking up his glass of coke from the table (Cas had kept up his insistences that Dean stays sober as long as he could) and leaning back against his chair. “Does, uh… Does mom and dad know? About us?”

Castiel could pick up the shift in Dean’s tone immediately; gone was the light-hearted tone, left now with fear of judgment disguised under indifference that Dean had much practice with. “They do,”

“And, uh…” Dean paused to take a sip of his coke, taking advantage of the opportunity to get his thoughts under control. “What do they think?”

Castiel stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over his words carefully. “Your father is… a product of his time, Dean. I think it’s fair to say that I wasn’t the person he was thinking of when he pictured your partner.”

“Right…” Dean mumbled, casting his eyes down to his plate. The few remaining fries on his plate didn’t seem quite as appetizing anymore. Sam looked uncomfortable to be part of this conversation, mostly because Castiel’s answer was one he was expecting.

“But-,” Castiel said, the continuation catching Dean’s attention. “Both him and your mother recognized that you are happy, Dean. And that’s all they want for you.”

Dean glanced up at Cas at that. “Dad really said that?”

“Your mother was rather unimpressed with your father’s attempts at ‘playing nice’ with me,” Castiel tells him, getting a huff of laugher from Dean. “To be fair, I did punch him immediately upon meeting him, so it’s not too surprising he wasn’t too pleased with me. I… I hope you two aren’t too upset that I punched your father…”

“Someone had to do it…” Eileen mumbled around the glass she had raised to her mouth.

“Do I mind?” Dean asked. “By the sounds of it, Cas, you were defending my honor. I should be flattered. And, you know… technically I’ve punched your dad before – not that it did anything to the bastard, but it felt damn good to do it.”

“Huh,” Sam said then, pointing between Dean and Cas. “I know you said you don’t care about the whole ‘law’ thing, but… once you’re married, God himself will be your father-in-law, Dean.”

“If he was still alive, Lucifer would have been your brother-in-law,” Eileen brought up with a teasing grin.

“And Gabriel. And Michael. And Raphael. And every other angel,” Castiel added.

“Dude – you wanted to bang your aunt-in-law!” Sam exclaimed, breaking out into peals of laughter at the horrified look Dean gave him.

“That wasn’t my choice! It was the damn left-overs from the Mark…” Dean grumbled in defense, only feeling marginally better at the teasing when Cas wraps a leg around his under the table. “Whoa, wait… won’t Jack become related to me by law, too?”

“Thought you didn’t care about the ‘law’ thing?” Sam said.

“Shut up, it’s interesting. He’ll be like… my officially adopted son or something.”

“Nephew, technically,” Castiel corrected him. “On a biological level, I am Jack’s uncle. You will become his uncle-in-law.”

“This is just plain weird…” Eileen said. “You guys have one messed up family.”

“Yep. And now you’re part of, too,” Dean said, throwing a wink Sam’s and Eileen’s direction before taking another sip of his teeth-rottingly sweet drink. “Welcome to the world’s most dependent and messed up family, you two. You’re gonna love it.”

* * *

On the morning of May 14th, Dean wakes up to an empty bed. Not all too surprising, considering he had fallen asleep to an empty bed, too. It was one of the few traditions they decided to keep – not seeing your significant other the night before, then seeing them again for the first time at your wedding. Dean stretched out his arm to the empty side of the bed, almost able to imagine the warmth of Castiel’s skin under his hand instead of the coolness of the bedsheets.

They decided not to go with some stuffy church that would probably have people looking down on them and cursing the government for forcing them to let two men be happy, God forbid. Instead, they decided there was no better place to get married than in the little found home of theirs.

The clearing Sam had found on one of his jogs was just a ten-minute walk into the woods surrounding the bunker. It was a beautiful spot, hidden away from prying eyes and filled with the green of freshly sprouting vegetation and leaves blossoming to life on the trees that hung overhead. The best part however was that, right at the end of the clearing, was a single beautiful weeping willow tree.

The second Sam showed him the clearing, Dean knew it just had to be where they got married.

They didn’t have to make too many changes to the clearing itself. What few logs and twigs littered about the forest floor were moved out of the way. Then, looking at the pile of wood they had made, Sam had the brilliant idea to lay out the smaller, thinner logs into a makeshift aisle leading up to the willow tree.

A quick visit later to Target, Sam came running back into the bunker with a bunch of small lanterns, mini candles, and some wire. Sam made quick work of setting up the lanterns, looping the wire around the low hanging branches of the surrounding trees and creating a trail of what would become twinkling lights above their heads during the ceremony once the candles were lit.

But now, here in the bunker, pulling himself out of bed, Dean felt… nervous. Yes, that’s what it was. He was nervous. Problem was… he didn’t know what he was nervous about. Obvious answer would be about getting married, but… that wasn’t it. The thought of marrying Castiel, of spending the rest of his life with Castiel, wasn’t making him nervous. Was it the thought of all those people at the reception after? Was he worrying that there wasn’t enough space for everyone, not enough food? Would they even all show up?

Such thoughts plagued Dean as he trudged over to his ol’ reliable FBI suit he had hung up the night before, ironed and ready to go for the big day (and not ironed with beer, this time). Usually, putting on the suit was a pain in the ass; always so stuffy feeling, not offering the same level of freedom as his usual attire of jeans and a flannel shirt did. Today… it never felt so good to slip into the suit, looking at himself up and down in the little sink mirror in the corner of his room as he shrugs on his suit jacket, brushing over the little creases that were missed in last night’s ironing session.

One thing was missing. His eyes were drawn over to the comfortingly familiar blue tie left neatly hung up on the hanger, soft under his hands as he carefully unwrapped it. He doesn’t usually wear a blue tie when he wears suits for interviews, typically opting for a traditional black tie to go with the suit jacket. Then again… this wasn’t his tie.

It was Cas’s.

It was his last parting gift before Sam and Eileen had to physically separate them, not to see each other again until later this evening, where he gets to watch his husband-to-be walk down the aisle to him. Castiel had untied the tie, sliding it out from around his neck and pressing it into Dean’s hands the same time he pressed one last kiss onto Dean’s lips with a whisper of, “Something blue, and something borrowed.”

Dean’s fingers trembled as he finished the knot to the tie, adjusting it around his throat until it was neatly tied, but still comfortable. He swallowed nervously, watching his Adam’s apple bob in the reflection of the mirror, before leaning forward and gripping the sink tightly, staring into his own wide, blown-out eyes.

“My name is Dean Winchester,” Dean spoke to the mirror. “Mary and John Winchester are my parents. Sam is my little brother. Jack is my surrogate son, soon to be nephew. And Castiel… Castiel is my best friend. My fiancé. The love of love my life. And I’m about to get married. Holy hell, I’m about to get married.”

“Not for a good few hours, but sure,” Sam’s voice to his left makes Dean startle, nearly punching the sink under his hands in his flailing. Sam was leaning against the doorway, already dressed up in his own formal suit and tie, watching Dean’s mini-breakdown with a raised brow. “You losing your memory again or something?”

“Nope, just…” Dean straightens himself from the sink, giving himself another look over in the mirror before turning to Sam. “Just trying to shake my nerves.”

Sam pushed away from the doorway, stepping further into his room. Dean gave his brother an appreciative nod, gesturing to his suit. “You don’t think it’s weird we’re using our FBI suits for this?”

“Not really,” Sam answers, taking a seat on the end of Dean’s bed. “Suits a suit, right?”

“I guess…” Dean mumbles, looking down at his own suit. “At least we didn’t have to shell out hundreds of dollars for a damn wedding dress you only wear once, huh?”

“You know… I could almost envision it; Cas wearing a pearly white dress as he walks down the aisle,” Sam said with a grin, waving out a hand in front of him as if he was actually picturing it. “Who’d you reckon would catch the flower bouquet toss?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t throw it,” Dean fires back. “Cas would walk straight over to Eileen and hand her the flowers – give you a clue to get a damn move on.”

Sam only rolls his eyes at him in response, crossing his arms across his chest as he does so. “Says the guy who knew Cas for eleven years before making a move. And it was Cas who took the first step!”

“Technically, I initiated our first kiss.”

“Cas confessed his love to you first,” Sam points out. “Which is… super weird. You got a love confession before a first kiss.”

“Yeah, well… me and Cas are pretty far from normal, Sammy. Only right our relationship is equally as backwards,” Dean said.

Sam frowned up at him as Dean played around with his tie again, standing up and smacking his brother’s hands away before attempting to fix the tie for him. “You gonna tell me what’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” Dean answered and, judging by the look Sam briefly shot up at him, he didn’t believe Dean one bit.

“You know, getting cold feet is fairly common-,”

“It’s not cold feet,” Dean refuted with a shake of his head. “God, Sam, I… I’m so ready for this. Which is weird, because… I’d always imagined you’d be standing at my funeral, not my wedding.” Sam’s fingers stilled in their work at that, and Dean quickly continued before Sam could say anything. “It’s not like that now.”

“Good,” Sam replied, finishing up his work on the tie and brushing a hand down it. “So… why are you nervous?”

“I don’t really know, I guess I’m…” Dean paused, finding himself unable to meet his little brother’s concerned gaze. “What if… What if Cas changes his mind? What if he… he doesn’t show up? Or, what if he goes through with it, then regrets it? I wouldn’t exactly blame him; he finally has a shot at living a life, being human, and… what if he feels like he owes it to me or something to stick around?”

“Dean,” Sam says as gently as he can in preparation for the incoming blow. “You might just be one of the biggest dumbasses I’ve ever known.”

Dean doesn’t even blink at the insult. “Your point being?”

“You wanna know why I came in here?” Sam asked. “Because when I checked on Eileen and Cas, Cas was freaking out just like you are. He was worrying over whether you had changed your mind.”

“He was?”

“For some damn reason, yeah,” Sam huffs. “Seems you’re both dumbasses. Perfect fit for each other…”

Sam sighed at the apprehensive look that remained glued on his brother’s face, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Listen… Cas loves you, okay? You know he does. He’s told you – many times before. Hell, he doesn’t even have to say it; everyone knows it just by looking at him. Cas loves you, and isn’t that all that matters? He’s going to be there, he wants to marry you and will always want to be married to you, because he loves you.”

Dean finds himself nodding along with his brother’s speech, exhaling heavily and brushing a hand down his suit for invisible dust. “Yeah… yeah, you’re right.”

“Course I am,” Sam says, taking his arm off Dean’s shoulder to slap him on the back. “Already had to give the same damn speech to Cas…”

“I thought it was a nice speech.”

Both Sam and Dean jumped in their skin at the voice that had appeared in the room. Sam found his hands searching for a knife in his jacket that wouldn’t be there, whilst Dean was planning the best route to his pistol under his pillow that involved skirting past the stranger that had teleported into the middle of his damn room.

Except, it was no stranger.

Dean saw Sam’s reaction before he caught sight of whoever it was that was now standing behind him - his narrowed, fight-ready eyes widening at the sight of the person, hand frozen in the pocket of his suit jacket. Dean didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was; because there, in the mirror, was where Dean caught the sight of an already smiling Jack; clad in the old suit that they had bought him for the brief time he had come along on hunts with them.

“Hello,” Jack greeted them cheerfully with a wave of his hand. “I wasn’t sure what time the actual wedding was, so I thought it’d be better If I arrived first thing in the morning in case-,”

Jack didn’t even get to finish his sentence before his still waving hand was grabbed by Dean, tugging him forward into a hug that enveloped the young boy until he almost disappeared under the layers of Dean’s jacket and dress shirt. He then barely had a moment to breathe before Sam jumped in on the hug, to which Jack actually did disappear between the two giant men that engulfed him in their arms.

“Seriously? Hello?” Sam asks in pure disbelief once Jack pries himself away from the two. “You’re more like Cas than I thought… years of nothing and then just… hello.”

“It’s… a greeting?” Jack stated the obvious.

“I can’t believe you’re here…” Dean told him, gesturing towards Jack and his attire. “You even got suited up.”

Jack looked down to himself at Dean’s gesture, glancing back up from his suit with a pleased smile. “I did; Mom told me it was expected of guests to wear formal clothes at weddings.”

“Well, yeah, but-,” Dean let out a laugh of disbelief. “You’re God; I imagine you can wear whatever you want.”

“I’m also still just… Jack,” Jack answered, a small frown creasing his forehead. “Being God doesn’t make me better than you.”

“I… I kinda think it does,” Dean said.

“You know what, we can get into the semantics of who’s better than who later,” Sam cut in before Dean and Jack could continue going back and forth with each other. “Jack… what are you doing here?”

The face Jack pulled at that could only be described as a ‘kicked puppy’ look. “Do you not want me here?”

“Of course I want you at my damn wedding, kid,” Dean quickly answered, sending a quick dark glare Sam’s way for his poor choice of words. “Don’t think for a second that’s not the case. We didn’t get to send you a physical invitation since, y’know… you don’t exactly have a deliverable address, but… we did pray to you. When we got nothing back, we assumed you were busy. Which, as God, I imagine you are.”

“I am,” Jack agreed.

“So… what, you took a break from your busy schedule to attend a wedding?” Dean asked.

“Yes,” Jack’s answer was straight-forward, leaving no room for argument. “I didn’t become God on my own. I never would have survived as long as I had without you, Sam, Cas… Before I was God, I was your family first. I think the world can wait a day for me to be here with you.”

“Kinda sounds like you’re desperate for a break yourself, huh?” Sam asked.

“A little,” Jack admitted somewhat sheepishly. “Being God is hard…”

“Hey, so long as you don’t write all of us into a life of pain for your entertainment? You’ll be doing better than the previous God,” Dean said, clapping the side of Jack's arm with a grin. “And… y'know, try not to destroy the world?”

“I'll try,” Jack promised, straightening his back and putting on his most serious face, clearly not picking up that Dean was joking.

Dean huffed fondly at the kid… God…. “Listen, Jack. I know I’ve said it a million times in prayer before, but… I also need to say it in person: Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For… bringing Cas back?” Dean said, like the answer should have been obvious. “Without you, I… well, I don’t really wanna think about what would have happened. From what Cas told us, you were there helping along the way; guiding us towards the spell, bringing back Cas's trenchcoat…”

“Bringing back Eileen,” Sam added, finding himself reaching out once more and giving Jack's arm a grateful squeeze. “You, uh… you saved us from a lot of pain, Jack.”

“It's the least I could do,” Jack said. “I… I wanted to do so much more than what I had. I wanted to step in during that hunt, but… then Cas got there before I could, and then I realized… this way, I could finally get the both of you to see what you refused to see.”

“See…what?” Dean asked.

“I'm sure Cas will tell you about what we discussed in Heaven when he wants to. As for you Dean, well… I needed you to see the real you.”

Dean shared a confused glance with Sam, turning back to Jack with his face scrunched in thought. “The real me was… being in a wheelchair?”

“Not quite…” Jack replied. “The real you -the qualities that make you, ‘you’ -  aren’t tied to your abilities as a hunter. You were still here, doing all you could to protect your family, to keep Cas safe, and you didn’t need to be the soldier you were raised to be to do it. You leaned on your family instead, let them help you instead.

“When I was born… you saw me as a monster. I knew back then you hated me, were scared of me, but… I still wanted to be like you. Not because you’re a hunter that kills all the bad monsters, but because... I knew that the hate, the fear you had for me… it was because you wanted to protect your family. Protect the world, and… that’s who I wanted to be. Someone who cared about others. And you didn’t show me that through the gun training, or taking me out on hunts; I learned that through the times you shared your beers with me; snuck me extra fries when Sam wasn’t looking, took me out fishing with you, taught me how to drive. You and Sam… you taught me what it's like to be human. And knowing that, in having that experience… I think it'll make me a better God.”

Dean cleared his throat, trying to push away the lump that had suddenly appeared there at Jack's words. “That’s, uh….”

“Wow,” Sam said.

“Yeah… that,” Dean agreed with his brother’s assessment. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jack said. “You heard it, and that’s all that matters.”

“Cas is gonna be worried that I’m crying before he even shows up…” Dean mumbles, hastily wiping at his misty eyes. “Wait… Cas! Does Cas know you’re here?”

“Not yet, no,” Jack answered. “I was going to visit him next-,”

“Whoa whoa wait, hang on a sec,” Dean put a hand on him as if it would stop him flying away. “Maybe it'd be better to keep it a surprise, huh? Let him see you for the first time standing to us as he walks down the aisle.”

“Dude, you’ve really gotta stop springing these surprises on people,” Sam admonished him.

“Who doesn’t love a good surprise,” Dean shot back with a grin, throwing an arm around Jack's shoulder and directing the young God towards the door. “C'mon, take a look at the spot we picked out. We'll find the perfect spot for you to stand for Cas to get a clear view of you. Can't wait to see the look on his face…”

Next Chapter - - - >

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The Difference Between Champagne and Rum Part 1 (Alfie Solomons x OFC)

So this was a cute one-shot that came to mind that somehow turned into a mini series. I’ll hopefully have the other parts up soonish (once they are written). 

I want to dedicate this piece to the most lovely @evelynshelby​ for inspiring and encouraging me to write an Alfie piece. (Btw, she has her own incredible stories that you should definitely follow.) This is my first time writing a fanfic piece for Peaky Blinders. I have always been too nervous to attempt it. So let me know if you think I did Alfie justice. 

Summary: A young Alfie prepares himself to spend a night in jail. Next thing he know, he is on the run with a blonde angel by his side. Nothing about this night goes as he expected. 

Warnings: Some violence, swearing and racial slurs. Just the usual in Peaky Blinders. :)

Words: 5k

~The Difference Between Champagne and Rum~

Part 1- Saved by an Angel

1911

He knew it. Everyone knew it. Bless her, even his own mother knew it. No matter what the Rabbi said. Alfie Solomons’ soul was damned. He was sinful and that would not be changing anytime soon. He easily picked up and wore that mantle though. For it meant there was food on the table for his family and coal to keep them warm in their dilapidated, shoddy apartment. It also meant his younger brother and sister could stay in school and receive a good education. Plus their mum did not have to work sewing till her fingers bled from dawn until midnight. No, his soul was damned but he did not care. He was the man of the house, had been since the age of nine when his father died, and his family came first.

The first time he saw her…he wondered if he might regret missing heaven and all its beautiful creatures. It would be a shame if all the angels looked like her. Perhaps he could amend his ways…later. 

Blood ran down from the left side corner of his mouth, leaving the tang of copper and dirt on his tongue. The dull ache from his mid ribs told him that he would have bruises there tomorrow. He would have to keep them hidden from his mum. None of the pain affected him though. None of the blood stopped him. In this moment, he was an invincible force of nature. Even the devil himself would refuse to fight him right now.

He glared down at the bleeding, busted man at his feet, the wrath of all his ancestors fueling his rage. “You want to say that again, you fucking wop?”

The man –teenager really- sneered but wisely kept his tongue behind his teeth.

The lad at his feet was only a year older than himself, just barely an adult, but that did not matter. Not here on the dirty streets of London. Not even when the gang of wop lads outnumbered the few Jewish lads walking back to the shitty apartments of their families. Big fucks little. And a certain Jewish lad promised himself to one day be the boss. To never back down from a fight until everyone feared his name and pissed themselves even thinking about fighting him.

Alfie eyed the seven other Italian lads sprawled out in the back alley in various states of injury or restrainment. Two of his own lads looked injured enough but otherwise no one was dead. Returning his intense gaze to the ringleader at his feet, he cracked his bloody knuckles.

“See here. That’s the thing, innit? You think just coz you got them fuckin’ suits and greased hair, you s’better than us. Mmm? S’fucking disgrace, mate. Me little sister can fight better than you lot.”

“Fuck you, Solomons.” The man spat blood onto Alfie’s shoes.

Alfie kicked the downed man. “S’disgusting, Sabini. Mate, you gotta learn to shut your mouth before shit starts fallin’ out, yeah? Now, I’m gonna…”

“STOP THEM! STOP THOSE BOYS!”

He looked up as several whistles blew, alerting him to the coppers running straight towards them. Rapidly he spun around, already seeing the panicked look on a few of his lads’ faces. He guessed these coppers were probably paid off by the Sabini family, so the Italian lads would be seen as the victims or get a slap on the wrists while the Jewish lads would be thrown in jail at least overnight if not a couple of days.

“Ishmael, Natan, get the lads! Get ‘em to the warehouse!” Alfie barked out, eyeing the inevitable situation. He was not afraid. This would not be his first time in handcuffs or in jail. At the rate it was going, probably not his last time either. He would make sure they remembered his name though.  

Fists clenched at his sides, he stood perfectly still, like a statue made from stone- unmoving, unrelenting, fearless and determined. Only his icy stare betrayed the whirlwind of emotions seething underneath his skin. He waited for them. As a predator eyeing the unsuspecting prey approaching, he remained fixed amongst the Italian boys he had just been fighting. To any outsider he appeared Ares, the god of war, his victims laying at his feet.

Once the coppers tried to arrest him, to make him surrender…the whirlwind of fire was released. He attacked, doling out several solid punches to those in uniform. They would never forget his name. They fought back with their batons, meeting his bloodied fists. Red clouded his vision. Moments blurred as he held his own. At one point he laughed, cocky and brash. Youth and vengeance fueling his rage.

Eventually, it took four grown men to slam him on the ground and handcuff him. The rocks and debris scrapped the side of his face. He sputtered as a fresh wave of blood filled his mouth when one of the coppers kicked him in the stomach. Cursing colorfully in Russian, he remained down…for now. From what he could see, it looked like the lads had gotten away. Two coppers were trying to wrestle two different wops down and arrest them also. The rest were pulling the Italian lads up against a nearby wall to assess their injuries.

“Move it, boy.” A gruff voice commanded him, dragging him up and towards a nearby brick building across the alley from the Italian boys. Smart man to separate them. He hit the wall, none to gently, and slide down to sit, his back resting against the coarseness of the brick. It tugged at his coat. Sweat soaked through his shirt underneath with flecks of blood splattered sporadically. Whose blood though was the ultimate question. Through half-hooded lids, he watched the coppers and the Italian lads while resting and assessing his own injuries. His ribs rebelled their current position. At least one or two of his knuckles felt busted. The trickle of pooling blood in his mouth made him think he cut his inner check. A new throbbing came from his temple. He could not remember if someone got a hit in or it was where the force of impact from being slammed to the ground originated. The boss would be fucking livid with him. So would his mum. Honestly, he was unsure which was more terrifying when yelling at him.

Opening his eyes to blink away any sweat and blood trickling down, he shifted slightly, the brick digging into his back. That was when he saw her. An absolute angel on earth. Casually walking, as if for a relaxing stroll in the park, she came closer in that dirty back alley. A copper walked close by her, a hand on her elbow as if to guide her. Alfie would not tear his eyes away from her. Never in his seventeen years had he seen anything he could truly label gorgeous or breath-taking. Yet this creature of light did not waver like a flame or mirage. No, she strolled with her head raised proudly, a pout to her full lips with an almost bored look. Her long, blonde hair glowed under the dingy streetlamps, casting a halo around her face, highlighting her delicate features. What made her stand out even more was the party dress and heels that seemed more appropriate for an aristocratic event or a club than the dank back alley full of blood, sweat and piss. Her dress was purple with a sweetheart neckline, lace just barely covering her exposed shoulders and ending mid-shin. Everything about her screamed wealth and posh. Still he could not hate her. It would be like hating a field of sunflowers or a dazzling morning sunrise. His eyes traced her lithe, feminine form and he swallowed subconsciously. There was no way she was older than him, but her silhouette left no doubt that she was a beautiful woman and not a pretty girl.

Once they got close enough, she softly said something to the officer escorting her then without waiting for a response, strutted towards Alfie. Each step she took in his direction, the dirt, blood and sweat felt amplified on his skin and clothes. He could not move nor speak, his mind having lost all function in her wake.

Friendly-like, as if they had known each other for years, she knelt down at his side. Apparently uncaring of the grime in the alley. Her emerald green eyes sparkled like a priceless gem. Quickly she pulled a handkerchief from her small clutch and tenderly dabbed away the blood at his temple, cheek and mouth. No one had touched him this gently outside of his mother and siblings. Unconsciously he leaned into her touch, the handkerchief against his skin.

“Looks like you were in a right, proper fight. I almost feel sorry for the other guy.”

“Naw, don’t be, love. Those wops asked for it.”

“Did they?” She glanced over her shoulder at the others against the opposite wall of that alley. “What did they do?”

“Looked at me funny, right? Can’t ‘ave none of that.” He was not actually going to tell her the wops started yelling racial slurs across the street at him and his lads and making comments about how their mothers spread their legs for anyone. No, he would play it off.

“Well, serves them right then. Looks like they probably needed some dirt on those clean suits and shoes.” Turning back, she winked at him then continued her cleaning, ignoring the rest of the chaos surrounding them. It truly felt like being in the eye of a storm. Nothing and no one else around mattered. All he could see, feel and sense was the angel before him. Even her touch was delicate as she cleaned up his face. Not once did he wince, but that could just be from his mind unable to focus on anything besides her.

“Are you injured badly?” She asked, keeping her voice low as her eyes found his in the gloom.

“No. ‘M fine.”

“Ever been to jail?”

He definitely was not expecting that question from her. “Yeah…yeah, I have.”

She hummed, seeming unsurprised. “Have fun?”

“Oh yeah, fucking best day of me life. Champagne and dancing to fill the night, yeah?”

She laughed, and in that moment he decided that was his favorite sound on this planet. It was robust and sweet, her head tipped back and eyes crinkled. “Well I would hate to take away that pleasure from you but I was wondering if you wanted to get away. I mean these officers are lovely and all but I would not mind a stroll under the moonlight. What do you think? Want to escort me?”

“Love, I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go, yeah?”

A smile burst forth, brilliant as a supernova and filled Alfie with a fire he had never experienced before. Sure he understood the fire of anger and wrath, it helped fuel him in the fights he got into. This though… this fire seeped deep into him like a brand made on his bones that warmed him from head to toes.

“Cheeky. I’m going to hug you but do not move from that position. Wait for my signal, got it?”

He nodded, mouth dry. What the bloody hell was happening? Wait, he would get her dirty with all the filth on him. Before he could protest, she shifted and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. The scent of lavender filled his senses, making him subconsciously take a deep breath. Was it a perfume she wore? Was it just infused into her skin? It did not matter, he wanted to drown in her scent and never resurface. Her lips were next to his ear, her breasts pressed against his chest, her warm breath ticking the hairs on his neck. It was too much. This angel, a being of light, was creating quite sinful images in his mind. Awful, beautiful, wicked scenarios that entailed her pearly white skin laid bare beneath him. All the blood in his body rushed south and suddenly he felt lightheaded, unsure if it was her intoxicating scent and proximity or his bodily reaction and blood loss. It felt so wrong. His soul was damned, blackened by his choices. Yet he yearned for her like he never had before for anyone or anything.

Both a moment and an eternity later, he heard a faint click coming from behind him. With that she leaned back, but not before dragging a single finger slowly down his jawline. That simple touch sent shivers down his spine.

“What’s your name?”

“Alfie. Alfie Solomons.”

“I’ll be right back, Alfie. Stay here.”

With an astounding amount of grace, she rose from kneeling next to him. Casually she strolled over to the copper who had guided her initially into the alley. He had been speaking with two other coppers standing near the Italian lads. During their strange interaction, Alfie had actually forgotten about the fucking wops and coppers, too entranced by her. Now looking around he could see some of the coppers walking away with the other lads while others stood around surveying the area. He counted at least six coppers in current view. Four too many to all be informally patrolling together. Did someone tip them off to the fight? Were they waiting? Questions swarmed in his mind. At least the Jewish lads got away. They were lucky this time.

Twisting his hands, he froze. The handcuffs no longer strangled his wrists. Actually they felt loose…a quick shake and they practically fell off. That was what she had done when embracing him? Now a new set of questions swarmed like a crazed flock of pigeons in his mind. How? Why? If anything, his respect for her grew…and his curiosity. This was clearly not her first time getting out of handcuffs. She was an enigma. A posh girl who could break someone out of handcuffs in seconds. Glancing to his left, he noticed her small clutch lay on the ground near him. Was this a sign of trust or manipulation?

Overall his rational mind continued to scream ‘what is happening?’ for nothing about tonight was going as expected.

A couple minutes later, she sashed over to the four Italian lads sitting against the far wall and began chatting with them. One, with a black eye, said something and winked making her giggle shyly. A jealous rage crept upon Alfie. Who the fuck did those wops think they were talking to his angel? They were lucky they were all handcuffed because if even one tried to touch her, he would kill the sod…and make it fucking biblical worthy. He continued to watch with growing ire as she laughed and talked with them for several minutes. It took every ounce of self-control to remain where he was and continue the pretense of being handcuffed still.

Finally, she rubbed one of the lads’ shoulders in farewell while making a comment that caused them to laugh or snicker before she returned to his side.

“Nice fuckin’ chat you have there, yeah? Makin’ new friends?”

She sat on the ground next to him, brushing her hair over her shoulder, it easily reaching her mid-back. “Patience, sweetheart, patience. All part of the plan.”

“Plan, eh? That’s the thing, now, innit? I’m not much for patience. Too restless, me mum says, asking too many questions, yeah.”

“I promise I’ll make it worth your time.” She purred out, a glint in her eyes.

His trousers suddenly felt a little tighter. “Oh yeah? Care to share with the class?”

“Now where is the fun in that?”

“You ain’t gonna get me shot, right? That s’fucking pain and would ruin me night.”

“As long as you can keep up.” She deadpanned then glanced over at the other lads, keeping her voice lowered. “You know these streets?”

“Yeah.”

“At the signal, we run. You can get us away from here.”

“Yeah, yeah.” They sat in poised silence for a long moment. He unashamedly took the time to admire her beside him. She was too clean, too pristine to be from anywhere around here. Hell, it looked like she bathed regularly which honestly was uncommon where he was from. She certainly had weaned at the bosom of wealth and continued to be nurtured by it. So why was she here? Why did the coppers have her? Why was she so desperate to get away from them? “What’s your name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She winked, fiddling with the hemline on her dress.

“Ah, come on, love.”

“I saw you fight the police men.” She abruptly changed topics. “I have never seen anyone fight like that before. I bet you could box in the rings if you wanted.”

“Yeah? Just somethin’ you learn on the streets, right? Not much to it. I’ve always been broader and stronger than most lads, yeah, so I guess it is easier. Me grandfather taught me some.”

“Well, I found it incredible to watch.”

A second later, a commotion had him whipping his head up in time to see the Italian lads leaping up and running down the alley, some faster than others. The coppers immediately started after them, yelling and blowing their whistles. Chaos suddenly ruling the alley.

He guessed that was the signal.

Leaping to his feet and ignoring the sharp pain in his ribs at the movement, he grabbed her hand. Within the span of a heartbeat, they were racing away from the commotion. Adrenaline coursed through him, helping him forget the aches, pain and fatigue from the fights that night. A shout sounded from behind but neither one of their steps faltered. At the end of the alley, still holding her hand, he pulled her left into a different back alley. He kept his ears open for shouts and whistles, eyes open for coppers and any of those wops looking for revenge. He knew this town, these streets like his own name. They were a part of him, as much as his own blood and bones. He both loathed and loved them. They made him who he was. Yet he promised himself to rise above the poverty dragging its inhabitants down. He would rule this place. Fuck anyone who tried to stop him.

After at least ten minutes of running, he pulled her behind a local dress shop. The streetlamps could not pierce the gloom behind the store, making it perfect for hiding out. Plus there was usually a couple boxes laying around to sit on and it did not smell nearly as bad as the butcher shop just down the street. He pushed her against the wall and pressed himself beside her. Both of them gasping for breath, chests heaving. A glance at her surprised him. A brilliant smile shown, illuminating her face. As if sensing his gaze, she turned her head to meet his eyes. He could not help returning the smile.

“Think…we are…safe?” She asked between deep breaths, eyes still locked on his.

“Yeah…yeah. Don’t hear footsteps…besides ours, right?”

“Yeah.” Her smile turned mischievous as her breathing began to even out. “You seemed to know right where to go. I’m suspecting you have done this once or twice.”

“Once or twice. But you, fuckin’ hell. Gettin’ me outta those handcuffs. You do that often?”

“Once or twice.”

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. This girl, this angel, was nothing like he had ever met before. Standing next to her now, he realized the top of her head just reached his chin, even in those little kitten heels she wore. For some odd reason, that realization made him smile.

“Is St. Mark’s church far from here?”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked. “That where you’re supposed to be, innit?”

She shoved him, playfully. “Well is it?”

“No, not far. Come on, love. I’ll walk ya there meself. Can’t have you wanderin’ and gettin’ lost, yeah?” He chuckled at her glare before she just rolled her eyes. Pushing off the brick wall, he was surprised when her hand shot out to grab his arm.

“Wait.”

“S’alright? Need to catch your breath?”

Then the completely unexpected happened. He knew to the very marrow of his bones that he would never be the same again.

She roughly tugged him closer before raising up on her toes and pressing her lips against his. Immediately a heat wave shot through him. Without thinking, his body moved on its own accord. He was too focused on the delicious taste of her pouty lips, that entrancing scent of lavender dancing around her, and her body pressed against his. His hands automatically sought out her hips, backing her against the dirty, brick wall to further press himself against her. A slow sweep of her tongue had him open his mouth on a moan which then allowed their tongues to fight for dominance. Her hands moved from his neck upward into his hair, alternating between fisting it to force him closer and scraping his scalp with her nails. Sure he had kissed a couple of girls before, he was a seventeen-year-old hot blooded male. None of those times even came close to this moment. This kiss that would forever ruin him for any other woman. This was heaven in its bliss and hell in its torment. He ached to get closer, to taste more of her, to hear her breathe out his name. With each moment, every touch and continued molding of their lips, she burned further into him, like a drug he would never fully be able to escape.

Finally their lips unlocked, lungs demanding air. Panting with swollen, bruised lips, they stared at one another caught up in the moment of passion and fire. A whole brigade of coppers could have come marching down the alley and he would not have noticed.

“Do this often?”

“Once or twice.” He teased back, his ego inflated at seeing her look as wrecked as he felt. Apparently his kiss and touch affected her just as much as hers did to him.

She laughed, eyes sparkling in the dimness. “Still wanting to escort me?”

“Love, you ain’t gettin’ away from me now.”

Reluctantly he pulled away from her. All he wanted to do was continue kissing her, breathing her in and never let her go. Yet reality demanded something very different. It was obvious she was in a far different class from himself, something he would never achieve. He picked up her clutch that had been dropped on the ground during their snogging. Together, they stepped out of the alley and into the deserted street, heading south towards the church.

“You stopped bleeding.”

“Mmm? Oh yeah.” He touched his temple where there was certainly a cut. “I didn’t get none on you, right? Don’t wanna get any dirt or blood on you, keep you from being all dolled up.”

“I am fine. That stuff never bothered me anyway.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. A posh lady not bothered by blood and dirt? She certainly was turning into a class all of her own…and he did not mind at all.

“What? Stop looking at me like that.”

“You’re the oddest lady I ‘ave ever met.” He teased.

“Excuse you!” She shoved him away, causing him to laugh as he stumbled several steps over dramatically. “See if I ever kiss you again, making fun of me like that. Plain rude is what that is.”

Swiftly moving back to her side, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She refused to meet his eyes until he tipped her chin up with his hand. “Awww…come on, love. I was just teasin’ you a bit is all. I like you. Never been into girls scared of gettin’ their hands dirty meself. End up bein’ too much fuckin’ work, yeah, they are.”

A soft smile graced her lips. “Well, I would hate to be that.”

“Forgive me? I can get down on my knees right here if that’s what you want. I’ll sing a song for you, but you might think a damn cat is dyin’. Probably best if I don’t. Scare you away, yeah.”

She laughed, eyes crinkling. “I forgive you.” She pressed a quick peck to his mouth before sliding out of his arms to continue walking side by side.

“Do I get to learn who you are now?”

“Oh, I am no one interesting. Just a simple lady out on a stroll.”

Scoffing, he nudged her shoulder with his. “That’s the biggest fuckin’ lie I’ve ever ‘eard. A fancy, posh girl like yourself is never a ‘simple lady’, yeah? So, what’s your name?”

“Perhaps I do not want to be her tonight.” She sighed, looking up at the stars as if to distance herself from reality. A feeling Alfie understood all too well. She continued, her voice just a whisper in the night. “Perhaps I want to be someone different…someone else before society forces me to put the mask back on...to pretend for the sake of family and reputation that I am someone I am not. My apologies. I am rambling. It does not matter. Tis not your problem.”

He stopped, moving to stand in front of her. The depth of despair in her words made his heart clench. The whole night she had eluded an aura of authority, confidence and, truthfully, a sex appeal. Now though, whatever wall she protected herself with dropped for a moment. She tried to move around him but he gripped her upper arms gently yet firmly until she looked up at him. Those emerald eyes held him, curiosity and hesitation warring in their depths. Ever so gently he ran a knuckle down her cheek before tracing her lips with the tip of his finger. A piece of his mind imaging their passionate snogging was only a figment of his imagination.

“Look at me, love. You’ll never be a ‘simple lady’ coz you s’fuckin’ something else, right? You can break outta handcuffs faster than most men take a piss. Then you outrun coppers in those kitten heels all while laughing like a fuckin’ lunatic. But hell, maybe all posh ladies are like that where you are from, yeah? Scarin’ the shit outta normal lads but not me, no, love, you’re stuck with me now.”

With a blossoming smile on her lips, his self-control ran out. Bending down slightly, he kissed her. This kiss was slow and soft, a caress of lips and intermingling breaths. He broke it, placing his forehead against hers. “So, who do you wanna be tonight?”

“Either no one of consequence just out enjoying a stroll…”

He snorted. That was him every day.

“…or a king and queen, looking down on our kingdom.”

With a flourish, he bowed, probably not properly in anyway but it made her laugh. Then standing up, he quickly pulled his long black coat off and draped it over her shoulder. The goosebumps and faint shivers had not gone unnoticed while he held her. She giggled, giving him a proper curtsy while wearing his coat as a robe, looking more regal than she should.

“Your majesty, your carriage waits for you.”

Her smile was brighter than the full moon and stars above. Still giggling, she wrapped an arm through his. “My king, you are truly too kind.”

“Naw, that’s what us fuckin’ proper royal people do, yeah?”

They both laughed as they strolled down the darkened, dirty streets. Their conversation steered clear of anything too personal. Both enjoyed this pretend game, being someone else if even just for a little while. They talked about what they would do to make the city better, complained about the particular subjects that annoyed them, how many dogs and horses they each wanted, and where their summer getaway should be. On more than once occasion, they stole kisses from one another, some chaste and some not so much.

Yet like the clock striking midnight and the spell being broken, their time neared its end as they approached St. Mark’s church. Ahead, Alfie could see several cars lined up on the street. Their drivers standing around smoking and talking, waiting for those inside. The cars and drivers screamed wealth, far more than common in Camden Town.

“I can go from here. Thank you for walking me.”

“You sure? I don’t mind none, love.”

She slipped his coat off her shoulders before handing it over. “Thank you, Alfie. This was far more fun than I have had in a long time.”

“Will I see you again?” The words came blurting out without his permission but he did not regret asking. He desperately wanted to see her again.

“I hope so. I truly do.”

“Wait, I still don’t know your name. That’s not quite fair, innit? I mean, when I first saw you, I thought to meself, there, now there’s a fuckin’ angel.” He reached out a hand and twirled a lock of blonde hair around his finger. “Pretty damn sure you’re the most beautiful thing on this fuckin’ earth, yeah? And I’ve seen the ocean before, Margate yeah, but its nothin’ compared to you.” Where the words came from he was unsure but they poured forth on their own. As if knowing their time was over, he wanted her to remember him, even if it was for blubbering like a simpleton. He hoped she would not forget him like he would never forget her.

Taking a step closer, she kissed him once again, cupping his cheeks. “Call me that. I’ll see you around, Alfie. I do not think this is good-bye. Not for us.”

Before he could respond, she twirled around and walked towards the cars, gliding like a phantom from a dream. It did not take long for the men to notice her, one in particular coming to her side. After a minute of talking, he walked next to her up the stairs of the church then disappeared into the light after opening the doors.

Alfie stood rooted in the shadows for longer than necessary. It was foolish to linger, he knew that, but his body felt immobile. His eyes glued to those doors he would never pass through. Finally with a huff and curse, he tugged his coat back on and turned away. His walk home would be long for St. Mark’s was in the opposite direction of his mum’s shit apartment. It was worth it though. With each step, the lingering hint of lavender drifted off his coat. A reminder of the only other person besides himself to wear it. His feet were on autopilot for his mind could not stop ruminating on the blonde beauty with gemstone eyes. An angel on earth.

On the barren street under the moonlight and flickering streetlamps, Alfie prayed for the first time in years. He prayed to see her again. That whatever fate brought them together would not desert them now. He needed her light in the dark world he inhabited. He wanted once again to hold and kiss his angel.

[hausofgucci-blog]

Fuck Thy Neighbor

I would like to preface this by saying that this is as whipped as it gets for me. I started this blog as a 5sos blog then it became a makeup/fashion blog up until I saw Black Panther. All I did was look up the BP tag on here but I fell into a rabbit hole that I’m all too happy to be stuck in. So yeah, here I am a few weeks later writing again. I deadass haven’t written anything in mf years but a bitch is inspired and horny so here y'all go. This 2.5K word mess is dedicated to @sweettea-and-honeybutter!!!

Erik Killmonger x WOC!Reader

Tags:SMUt (with plot), Power play, dub con, daddy kink, choking

The hot Oakland sun somehow found a way to beat down on you even though you were in your car. Being the broke college student you are you resorted to buying a mini fan for your car after the AC decided to quit its job. Unlike its job description, the fan didn’t create cool air to blow in your face instead it redistributed the hot air around you all over your face. Like a gift from the gods, you spotted a 7/11 roughly half a mile down the road, ‘if I’m going to die of heatstroke might as well do it with with a blue tongue,’ you thought to yourself. You’re nearly shaking with excitement as you pull some money out of your wallet and head to the store.

It doesn’t take long for you to mull over your choices before finally picking blue raspberry. With barely contained glee you hand money over to the cashier in exchange for the large Slurpee. It sounds exaggerated but you’d swear that after a few sips your life got better. The cold drink definitely made the 15-minute drive to the beauty supply store way more enjoyable. At last, you reach the grey building, you reach into the back seat for the bag of products you’d intended to return but you only find air. Realization dawns on you as remember that you’d set the bag down as you took a call from your mother earlier that morning. After contemplating for few moments you decide you’d be damned if you don’t your money back, you worked hard for that $21.58. With a switch shift in gears, you back out of the empty parking lot mentally cursing yourself for being forgetful and wasting your time.

Half an hour later you pull into your parking space with an exasperated sigh. You dash out of the car, slam the door and race to your front door which you find very conveniently locked. You instinctively pat your pockets even though you know full well that you put nothing in them but who’s to stop you from imagining the impossible. It then dawns on you that you’ve locked your phone and keys in your car. Unwilling to give up you jiggle the knob and bang and kick the door as if it’ll magically swing open or someone will open it up for you. This continues for several minutes until you hear a door open, you’re quick to assume your methods worked until you realize the door still hasn’t budged and your neighbor is looking at you from his doorway.

You wave at him and offer what you hope is a friendly smile, “Hi I’m your neighbor, I’m in a bit of trouble do you mind if I use your phone?”

He looks you up and down for a moment or two before replying “fuck I look like? Mother Teresa? I ain’t got favors to give out.”

You take a few steps toward him, trying to keep a friendly demeanor “I’m really sorry to bother you but I really need help, I locked my keys and phone in my car and I really need to get into my house.” A few seconds pass and his eyes are fixed on yours, void of all emotion. ‘Alright y/n time to turn on the waterworks ‘ you think to yourself, your lip trembles a bit and within seconds you allow fake tears to pool and fall from your eyes.

“Aye stop crying okay? Just come inside.” You can barely contain your joy as he opens the door wider and you step through the threshold.

The place is pretty bare, there are no pictures of anyone in sight but you stop yourself from making further observations. “So,” you draw out the ‘O’ awkwardly, “what about that phone call mm?”

That’s when he rolls his eyes, “I thought we already discussed this, I ain’t no Mother Teresa. If you want something from me you gotta do something for me first.”

The look on his face is a bit too menacing on his face to suggest that he wanted you to just vacuum or something. “Uh, I think I’ll just go,” you say hastily.

“Aight suit yourself,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A few seconds later you’re outside again stuck with nowhere to go. You resume your futile attempts to open a locked door with the will of a desperate woman. When that doesn’t work you try your luck on the car, that too has the same results as the door. There’s only one option left for you so you suck up your pride, march to his door and knock softly. You’re pretty sure he heard you even though he leaves you waiting for a minute or two. Finally, the door swings open and you step inside.

“Okay I take it back, I'll do anything! Please!"

He chuckles sizing you up, "good girl, what did you have in mind?" You stare right back at him as you take in his appearance. He wore a loose black long sleeve V-neck and some grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. What did you have in mind? You'd kinda just hoped he was kidding and he'd let you make a phone call.

"Uh um ya know" you trailed off trying to ignore how stupid you must've sounded. You focus every cell in your body on being sexy as you step closer to him, “why don’t I just show you what I had in mind.” You keep your eyes locked on his while lightly grazing your hand on his bicep then gradually escalating to running it down his torso before stroking him through the thin fabric. You get on your knees in front of him and waste no time freeing his semi-hard cock from its restraints.

“What a fucking slut,” he says sounding amused. You ignore him and keep your attention on his dick. Taking your sweet time you lick the underside slowly and work your way to sucking just the tip. Before you knew it his palm smacked your cheek, leaving behind a stinging pain. “You’re going to have to do better than that ma.” Mouth still full of his cock you look up at him and nod.

This time you put much more focus and energy into pleasing him. You bob your head enthusiastically while stroking whatever you can’t fit into your mouth. “You look so good on your knees shawty. Sucking me off like your life depends on it.” You preen at the praise feeling yourself getting moist in your panties. His moans and grunts do nothing but egg you on as you take him farther and farther down your throat until your eyes water. That’s when he grabs your hair and starts facefucking you, “you like that baby? You like when daddy shoves his cock down your throat?” You nod furiously, “good girl. Let me see those titties.”

Without warning, he rips your shirt in half exposing your bra which he wastes no time undoing. He fondles your breasts and plays with your hard nipples while you suck his balls. His actions cause you to moan deeply around him which in turn create sensual vibrations on his cock. You can tell you’re doing a good job by his firmer grip on your hair. His speech is littered with softly spoken expletives which soon turn into moans and grunts. “You -oh fuck- you want daddy to come in your mouth?”

“Yes, daddy please cum in my whore mouth.” You genuinely meant it, unbeknownst to him being treated like a fucktoy was your biggest fantasy.

He slaps you again, “did I say you could stop sucking? You know what take all your clothes off, I wanna see you on that couch with your face down and ass up. Do not move until I get back.” He exits with a brisk walk before you obediently follow the instructions given to you. Your mind is so hazy you can’t even process what exactly you’re getting yourself into, all you need is his dick in you as soon as possible.

The position you were in made it a bit hard to hear what was going on, the silence was killing you not to mention how good the cool leather felt against your warm skin. Your need for sexual release grows with every passing second till you can’t stop yourself from reaching down and touching yourself. The action sends waves of pleasure so strong through your body that you have to bite your lip to contain your moans. Your few seconds of pleasure comes to a screeching halt when his menacing voice comes from behind you, “when I tell you to do something I mean that shit.” The unmistakable ripping sound of a foil packet follows his words before he nudges you with his knee, “legs wide bitch.”

You obey without a second thought, nothing mattered more to you than getting dicked down that second. He thrusts into you so fast and deep that your walls struggle to stretch to accommodate his impressive size. You’re a mess of moans and whimpers as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, to speed up the process you bring your hand to your clit rubbing furiously. You get noticeably louder and you feel your body approaching ecstasy but it seems your neighbor has different plans. “You wouldn’t think about cumming without asking daddy first would you?” He enunciated each word with a spank, “put your hands behind your back now!” You’re happy to oblige by locking both arms behind you so that each hand is wrapped around the opposite wrist. He takes your joint wrists together into one of his massive hands and proceeds to use it as leverage to fuck you deeper. With his free hand, he rubs your clit till you’re almost tipping over the edge of ecstasy. “Please, daddy can I cum? Please, please, please let me cum,” getting the words out is a struggle amid your moans but he still understands what you mean.

“Come all over my cock babygirl,” a wave of pleasure washes over you as you succumb to the primal need that’d been building inside you. Even as you ride your orgasm his fingers don’t stop working on your clit even though his thrusts slow down and get sloppier. The room is filled with the lewd unfiltered sounds of sex: your incoherent blubbering and his grunts of pleasure mixed with the sounds of his hips hitting yours. He stops to let you catch your breath but doesn’t pull out, instead opting to hold your hip as he lets his breathing return to normal as well.

He finally pulls out and commands you to flip over, you comply and get yourself into a position where you’re laying on the couch facing him while your legs hang off the arm of the couch.  that is when you get a better look at him. The first thing you notice are the peculiar bumps scattered across his torso, intrigued you open your mouth to ask about them but he beats you to it. “You’ve been such a good girl, you think you deserve a reward?”

All questions about his chest fly out of your mind, “yes daddy.”

“I like the way you think babygirl,” he gets on his knees in front of you and you instinctively open your legs. “You’re so wet for me,” he states as he runs his middle finger down your pussy collecting your juices before offering it to you. “Taste yourself,” you greedily accept his finger into your mouth sucking it like its the only thing keeping you alive. He takes his finger from your mouth and wraps his hand around your neck without putting too much pressure. “Let daddy taste your sweet pussy,” with that he attaches his full lips to your inner thighs kissing and sucking them while still keeping his hand latched around your throat. His hand moves to grope your breast while he teases your slit with his tongue. The soft caresses of his tongue against your cunt coupled with his persistent fingers around your nipple causing you to lie back and cry out in bliss. He speeds up the pace of his licks alternating between doing that and teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair to pull him closer as a second orgasm builds deep in your belly meanwhile he wraps his arms around your thighs spreading you wider. You feel one of his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping it in with ease. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his finger fucking you has you screaming daddy and begging for release in no time. “Cum all over daddy’s fingers you dirty slut” he commands before adding another finger to fuck you with. His words turn you on even more, so much so that you’re basically doing all the work for him by bucking and rolling your hips to meet his fingers. It doesn't take long for the metaphorical floodgates to burst as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your breaths come out rough and ragged and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm till the only word you can form is ‘daddy’. He silently watches you come down from your high waiting for your breath to return to normal before ordering you to get dressed. Although your eyes are shut you hear can still his footsteps as he walks away from you. With shaky legs, you pull yourself off the couch to locate the small pile of your unscathed clothing and hastily put them back on. You’re clipping your bra when his approaching footsteps meet your ears causing you to tense up a bit.

“You gotta go,” he states with a threatening tone.

You turn around to face him, confusion written all over your features, “wh-what about our deal?”

“I changed my mind, now go,” he replies unlocking the door. You plant yourself down, he wasn't going to get you out that easy. Anger flashes in his eyes, he gets up close to you to say in your ear “go right now before I do something you and I will regret.” The cold, unwavering quality of his voice trumps all reservations you had about going outside in just a bra and shorts. You nod fearfully and scamper out the door, just as you hear the sound of something small hitting the ground and turn around to see what it is. “If you got any street smarts you’ll know how to use that,” he declares with a smirk before slamming the door leaving you looking at a small plastic card in confusion.

[harryff]

Chapter four Part two. Bellina

Reaching for her phone he grabbed it and threw it to the side “tha's not needed right now luv” he spoke before she could interject crashing his lips into hers making her lay down she smiled. He was hungry for her, famished, she was what he needed because the hard on he had was becoming painful. His spongy lips pressing on her neck. Love bites around the columns of her neck. His cologne tickling her nose only intensifies her want for him.

Her breaths shallow his hands roamed around her body, trying to take off the dress that was denying him  the pleasure of feeling her skin.

Trying to pull it down Bellina protested “Ow! Ow Harry!” she pushed him back

“Wha’?” he asked confused

“It's taped to me” she said before turning around and reaching for the areas which had been taped down. He reached for the dress and was able to detach  it with no problem however the tape on her skin was another issue

“Just rip it off”

Without hesitation he did that 4 times twice on her shoulder and twice on her abdomen Harry kissed each spot immediately after she squealed when he kissed her sides. He places soft kisses down her back before turning her around. He continued to feed his hunger and her moans become louder and he knew the music he had set to play was not going to muffle her sounds

Lifting up he looked at her, his voice smooth he says  “yeh gotta be quiet Bell”

“Don't you want them to hear me scream your name Harry?” she challenged, her nails dragging down  his arms.

His eyes widen in a daze he looked down in awe every other woman he slept with always agreed because  after all company was around majority of the time, and even though they agreed it always ended up with loud screaming and theatrics he didn't quite care for

She slipped her hands into his shirt “Hmm Harry? don't you want them to know how good you're making me feel”

“Do whatever yeh please Bell”  he said breathing heavy he didn't know it was possible to get anymore harder but he did. He leaned back down to kiss her he wanted to be in better control, take things slow, but he couldn't, his body was taking over and his mind was there for the ride. He started fumbling with the straps of her teddy mumbling

Sitting up Bellina, said “let me take it off Harry” he sat on his knees watching attentively slowly she unclasped the hooks that were found in the middle of her chest and on the side of her neck she pushed it down, breasts bouncing around being freed from their entrapment. Laying down she brought her knees up and lifted her legs up to take off the rest, spreading her legs in front of him. Once she was done she sat up and  kisses his stomach slowly unbuttoning his shirt pushing it off his shoulders Harry helpless at this point watched as she teased him sliding her hands down she unbuttoned his trouser and unzipped his zipper releasing some pressure dragging her hand down his member.Throwing his head back “Fuck” it came as a whisper mixed with a heavy huff.  She grabbed his hand pulling him down she softly and said “come Harry.” He envied her, her control, she was able to push down her desires to fulfill his. Completely submitting to him she let him take control.

As he kissed his way down,he stops at her breasts kneading them before taking each nipple into his mouth sucking and twirling his tongue around the nipple making suction sounds as he moves from one to the other looking up at Bellina with a sly grin on his face only causing her to giggle. Kissing his way down he places sloppy kisses and bites down on anything he could get his teeth on. Biting spots that causes her to jerk away and giggle.  Reaching her thighs his hot breaths made her anticipate what was to come. He started with a few tender kisses on her inner thighs which led to her pussy. A soft lick to get a taste followed by another more forceful lick that went between her slits and ended at her clit she moans out in pleasure. His lips around her sweet mound he switches between licking and sucking. He dips a finger into her. She gasps the fluids secrete down his finger onto the bed, he makes love to it with his tongue. Her legs shut instinctively to stop the orgasm from happening. Harry forces her legs open, he wasn't done, not this time not until she sang his name. Legs trembling trying to close shut, back arching it came like a flood of water unable to be stopped. He stayed there for awhile making sure to suck in the juices. Somehow in the process his pants came off and now he was naked. He placed  soft kisses on  his way up stopping once again at her breasts.

Positioning himself between her legs. His penis pulsates near her vagina, the heat radiating from her center causing his tip to go crazy. Harry kissing her gets in the perfect position to become one with her, slowly he inserts the tip which caused a sharp inhale and her body to tense up and clench her legs on his waist. He raises on his elbows to look at her. Her hand covering her face out of embarrassment. “Look at me” his voice raspy and smooth. She removes her hand and smiles at him caressing his arm “relax luv” he bends down to kiss her she puffs, her legs barely force themselves to depart from his waist. He pushes more in only for her legs to retreat to the same position “Bell”  he protests glancing down before  looking back up at her “I'm sorry” she smiles, she couldn't help it,  it was a natural reaction it had been a while and Harry was blessed to say the least. Digging in her thighs with his hands he pulls her closer and spreads her legs “relax” he soothed he was halfway in and he was barely holding on so this situation wasn't really helping. Lifting one leg up placing it on his shoulder he leans down he kisses her looking into her eyes removing the strands from her face waiting for her body to relax. he finally pushes all the way in she whimpers in pain grabbing onto the sheets her legs shaky from the muscle spasms letting her leg go he lets her get used to the size while he gently maneuvers his hips. He watched as the pain in her face subsided to pleasure the hands that once grabbed the sheets were now positioned around his waist gripping at his skin.“Slow” she whispered in his ears as her hips joined his rhythm. He was engorged this was pleasure he had not felt in a long time. She moaned his name calling out to him kissing his shoulder. Biting down on her neck he was losing his control. He picked up the pace and changed angles he was now reaching a new spot. “No” she protested feeling her orgasm approaching,she tried pushing him away which made him grab her hands and hold them against the bed. “Harry!” she called out he watched as she tried to containing her moans by biting her lip.

On his elbows he wanted to see her. Her breathing became labored. She was gasping for air. In and out he was making her lose the control she was fighting so hard to keep. Breaking free she grasped onto his arm digging her nails into him. He grunted in pain. The climax building up from the pit of her stomach. He wasn’t going to stop not till she reached her breaking point. Mouth agape moans flowed out of her she was hardly breathing. The chills started from her stomach and spread out through her body she cried out in pleasure. Harry repositions himself hands grabbing her ass sucking on her neck. Scratching his back coming down from her orgasm still trembling with every stroke. Harry reaching his keeps going. There was a loud growl that escapes from his lips his climax had been reached. Bellina caressed his back as he came down from his high. Rolling off of her he stood up besides the bed and pulled the covers back. Picking up Bellina he placed her in the middle before getting in bed pulling her close he kissed her forehead before he drifted off to sleep.

The next day

Harry woke up the next day, his sleep was deep. He didn't know the time was . His muscles numb. Remembering the events of the night before a smile crept on his face. Reaching over he feels no body only flat sheet he turns his head to face the other way he sees nothing but pillows. Sitting up he looked around the clothes that were sprawled around were put away. Walking out the bathroom Bellina said “Oh good morning sleepy head”

“Morning” he said in a groggy voice,rubbing his eyes he got out the bed exposing his bareness.

She giggled and watched as she put on her lotion.

Harry showered and exited the bedroom before she did.She wore an electric blue dress which had see through patches on the side. Her hair was in a bun, she wore natural make up. Her shoes were green with colorful accessories she wore a yellow blazer to hide her love marks.

When she emerged and walked to the common area Niall teased. “Sounded like yeh two had fun last night”

“We did sounded like you did as well” she said winking causing the other girls to blush

Harry smirked. She owned it, his exes would react in bashfulness filled with defensive behavior and attitudes that ruined every ones mood. But she owned it, she owned that he did make her scream his name.

Grabbing her purse she said “We gotta go. Ladies shall we?”

“We shall” Katie said standing up

Walking to Harry on the couch she kissed him before saying bye.

He watched her walk away. His dick twitched.

“Off it mate!”

He smirked

“ ‘M my lady ‘nd i had 2 rounds cuz of yeh two sounding like a porn movie”

He smiled “yeh see the condition ‘m in mate” holding his crotch

“Aww little  Harold ‘s gonna be alright” Liam teased

“Oh piss off!” Was he going to be able to deal with another night?  Last night was so intense thinking about it made him instantly hard.

With the girls

Emiliano evaluated everyone's face during brunch “Well don’t we all lookrefreshed and newly dicked down”

The girls blushed “Really Emiliano?” Bellina commented

“Ooooh you got some” he smiled cheekily

She shook her head

“Yes! my lifetime goal is achieved you finally got some!” he joked

There was nothing special about the day.But unlike yesterday it was Katie to go get the men. Bellina decided to wear a floral maxi dress, it was see through from mid thigh down. With a high slit and low cut V and open back. Her curls were combed down into beach waves. Her makeup a dewy look.Her skin glistened in the light. In anticipation the men waited impatiently. Arriving at the restaurant the ladies were already seated Harry sat down next to her this time. Her legs crossed with her leg exposed Harry lightly tapped his fingers across as they tried to play coy. After the restaurant they retreated to a lounge. Harry watched as she mingled like last night the men flocked to her side.

“Bell!” someone called from behind as she stood in front of the men

“Yes? Oh hi Mike!” she greeted Emiliano’s boyfriend

“Hey”

The music was too loud for Harry to make sense of their conversation. Mike leaned in for a hug and all of a sudden lifted her off the floor “And we are up”  she said making a face. He was acting strange gently putting her down he said something in her ear which made her eyes grow wide trying to create space between the two she stepped back

“What is it?” she said trying to take another step back only for him to pull her back and go for her neck “You know what I think?”  she said stepping back and grabbing a glass full of ice water. Swiftly she grabbed his collar and poured it down. “You need to cool of yea!” It should be noted that Mike is bisexual. She turned on her heels and called Emiliano who responded by walking over. “Can you take care of this?” she asked before making a face and walking off. Emiliano looked between the two confused but was able to put 2 and 2 together.

“Really that’s what you're doing!?” With a slap across the face he walked away

The boys watched in awe as both parties walked away from each other. At some point she found herself sitting across from Harry after dancing her feet were hurting it wasn’t easy dancing in those shoes. Sitting down legs crossed her slit emphasized her legs. Harry stole glances playing it cool at some point their eyes met and she bit her lip looking away. At the end of the night Harry accompanied her to Emilianos room.

“Come on luv his guy got him” he said taking her by the hand

“Ok sleep tight” she said blowing him kisses while Harry ushered her out the door.

They dipped into the secret stairwell where Harry smacked her ass as she walked up.

“Oww!  oooh Mr.styles very naughty of you” she said shielding it from any more attacks

He smirked watching her go up.

As they walked in Jeff was on the couch being coy with a woman. Harry with a strong grip on her waist guided her to his room. Swiftly she kicked off her shoes and put her hair in a bun. Harry grabbed her from behind pushing himself on her so she could feel him she giggled as he turned her around grabbing her by the neck he kissed her backing her up against the door. She kissed him back with the same energy. He picked her up wrapping her legs around him. As things were getting heavy they heard loud moaning coming from outside their door stopping they looked at each other and chuckled both getting up they made their way to the top of the bed.

The following day Bell woke up to Harry laying on her chest slightly snoring. She caressed his hair which made him wrap his arms around her tighter.

“Harry” she called he was deep asleep

“Harry” he moved around “Harry” she sang

He groaned “yes luv” he said in a groggy voice

“You have to get up”

“No” he said nuzzling further into her chest

She smiled “I have to pee” she said kissing his forehead

“Fine but straight back to bed” he warned finally letting go. Her legs were weak walking to the bathroom. That evening they were to have one more dinner before  dispersing to their already busy lives. Getting ready she wore a floral romper. While she worked on her makeup she felt the all too familiar stinging on  her ass. Harry had smacked her ass

She smiled straightening up

“Hello” she sang

“You're quite the naughty girl aren't yeh” he spoke in her ear

She stepped back “Am I naughty? I like to think I'm a good girl”

He bit his lip leaning in for a kiss which she gladly accepted. After dinner they hang around listening to music and of course Emiliano doesn't pass up a chance to show off new routines walking up to her he grabbed her hand

“No you can't take her from me” Harry joked holding onto her waist. She smiled

“I'll bring her right back I promise”

“Yeh betteh”  

“Ok we have to do  the drumline routine”

The music started the drums beat played as they started after they finished Bellina bent over

She whispered “My legs hurt so bad” she said laughing

Emiliano whispered in return “That's  cuz you were getting that di-ni-nick!” he joked causing her to laugh she walked over to Harry as he gladly accepted her back into his arms

After a while people had retreated back to their rooms and it was a few of them around. He was laying with his head on her lap . He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly “so i was thinking that we should make it official”

She raised her brows “I sexed you down and now don't want to share huh?” she joked causing him to laugh

“Not at all it had nothing to do with tha’” he said reaching up to caress her cheek “it jus’ feels like the right thing to do”

“So I can profess to the world that  you are my beloved boy friend who gets on my nerves?”

He laughed “yes”

She smiled her comedic side subsided she was now blushing “so what does that mean for our rules, i should make an amendment to them” “Which is?”

“I shouldn't go out with you in public, cuz i don’t see this getting better” “We will cross that bridge when it comes” He gently pulled her down for a kiss

“Oi ! yeh two cut it out we don't need another porno session”

The room erupted in laughter

[taesea]

700 Main Street - CH2

Word count: 3.6k

Genre: hitmanAU

Pairing: Bts x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader

A/n: this seriously took so long wow. this chapter is very confusing and all over the place, but i promise all your questions will be solved in the next one! feedback is always appreciated <3 

{CH1} 

{music} {moodboard}

The car ride was silent, other than the sound of your intense heartbeat and the robotic voice coming from the gps here and there. You were sitting next to possibly one of the most dangerous assassins, who just so happens to also be in one of the most feared gangs all across the world. Bangtan, was skilled, but skilled is quite an understatement for them. To be honest you were scared. What could you expect? Anything can happen within the next hour, but you didn’t let your mind wander too long before you found yourself already walking out the car, following close by to the male in front of you, Hoseok.

He lead you into a building although, very different from the other buildings along 700 Main Street. This building was dark, not too high, and contained little to almost no windows at all.

“For such a ‘high class gang’, I would think you’d have a nicer hideout,” you sarcastically remark.

He scoffs, “Hah, you just wait till we get inside,” leading you through the front door once he got through the long security code. Walking in, a familiar darkness hit you again, reminding you of your stupidity when you entered the back door at Olètz. You slowed your pace making sure to not bump into any surroundings. Out of nowhere you felt a hand grab onto your wrist, releasing a small yelp from your throat.

“Don’t worry it’s just me,” you could hear his voice coming from the right of you.

“How do any of you get through here?” you question.

“You can say muscle memory is more powerful than you think after about five years,” he says walking you straight ahead. “Careful, watch your step,” he leads you down what you would think is a stairwell. Reaching the bottom, you hear him fiddling with a lock. The walk itself from the front door wasn’t too long, but you decided to not ask questions and keep silent along the way because you were afraid of messing something up. Again, you still had no idea what you were doing, more importantly why on earth you were still following him. You had every opportunity to just run as fast as you could away from him, but something was stopping you.

As the door unlocked and was opened, a warm light from inside dimly filled the stairwell you both were standing in. You hesitantly followed him inside the room, but as soon as your eyes scanned the room, your jaw nearly dropped. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said wait till you get inside.

Clearly the outside of the building was far off from what was inside. You walked into a room that had several doors leading out. Expensive upholstery covering sofas and couches which were surrounded by an indoor fireplace. Walking ahead of him, you examine the walls which were covered in framed snippets from magazines.

“Huh, how smart. So you use upholstery sales as a cover up,” You say whilst reading the fine print on one of the hanging articles.

“Good job, Goldy Locks. Bet you also know which door we gotta go through?” He answers jokingly.

“Furthest on the left,” you straight up answer leaving him somewhat speechless.

“Looks like you stand up to your titles of knowing everything.” He remarks quietly to himself, leading you to the door.

“Well, your cover seems legit, but that door is the only one without a key slot…” letting your sentence wander, you follow him as he enters the door immediately greeted by messy desks littered with papers and photographs. As soon as you both walk in, two heads shot up and quickly exchanged glances with Hoseok. You could see they were stressed and exhausted judging by the bags under their eyes and messy hair.

“Well look who’s back 24 hours later. What a warm welcome,” you hear one of them say as he leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

“We ran into some… things,” Hoseok says, trying to find the right word.

“How’s the subject?” You could hear the other male ask.

“Hah, that son of bitch. You would never believe who thought could get away with the other gang…” your mind drifted elsewhere as Hoseok was talking. Looking around the room you were in now looked like your normal office: computers, messy desks, and tired people. You had guessed that the other two men in the room had to belong to Bangtan as well. You find yourself straying from Hoseok’s side and towards a desk. You carefully examine the papers wondering what kind of confidential information could written on there.

     Five blocks from Oletz at midnight.       Dressed in black-clearly gets a good income.       Knife always strapped at thigh      Carries a gun everywhere       Applies useful: murder- 

Wait what, murder?

“-Y/n?” You quickly shot your head towards the direction of sound, well fuck look at you already on your deathbed, you thought.

 “You ready?”

You sighed, “you know it would probably be easier if I just shoot myself. Less of a hassle, really,” you say as if it’s no big deal. There was a silence and all three men look at each other questionably.

“NAMJOON HYUNG!” The awkward silence was broken by a shout and panting. The door in the back of the room swung open, showing off a younger looking boy with devilish brown hair and sculpted facial features. He ran to the older male, which you guessed whose name was Namjoon, slamming a paper down on his desk.

“I found them! I got the information and key code!” The young boy stated through panting breaths. You look at him, studying his facial features. If you thought you were young for the industry, then damn you were way off.

“Listen, Jungkook, we are kind of in the middle of something,” says the other male at the desk, motioning his head to you. The younger looks up towards the direction at which the attention was aiming for, locking eyes with you. There was a short pause before he said anything-

“Y/n? As in Y/n Y/l/n?” He asks almost not believing. You look at him slowly nodding your head up and down in confusion. You still had absolutely no clue what was going on.

“Okay, does anyone want to give me a heads up on what I’m hear for, or do I just play dumb bunny?” You finally give in, crossing your arms.

“You mean, no one’s told her what she’s here for?” The younger boy, presumably by the name of Jungkook, asks shocked. Namjoon gives you a long glare before finally making up his mind. “Call the others in for gather to the main in thirty,” he says, still looking directly at you as if searching for something.

He suddenly stands up from his desk and comes over to you, “follow me and I’ll show you to your room in the meantime.” Following him out of the office through a hallway, he stops at a closed door, fiddling with his keys to get it unlocked.

“This is your crib,” he says sarcastically, as he walks in. It was just your average room: a small bed in the corner, a desk, closet space, and a separate bathroom. “I’ll give you some time to change,” he says, motioning to your current attire which happened to still be what you were wearing to the club. You’ve been so caught up your thoughts and anxiety about what could happen to you that you didn’t even realize you were even in heels.

“There’s a bag by your bed filled with clothes, that Jin picked up from your place while you were, out” he says stretching the last word.

“Wow, how thoughtful of you to break into my apartment and steal my clothes,” you say completely taken back by what he just told you.

“Not me hun, Jin,” he says surrendering his hands in the air. “Anyways, meet us in the room at the end of the hall in thirty. It’s the last door on the right,” shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone for the first time in days.

You fall down on your bed in defeat. Yet, your question as why your presence here is needed still lingers your brain. After about five minutes of having an identity crisis, you finally decide it was time to follow someone else’s commands. Reaching over to the black trash bag near your bed, you pull out some clothes, thankfully finding your favorite black jeans. You take off your uncomfortable clothes from a few nights ago, actually realizing how annoying they were to wear. Slipping on jeans somehow felt like putting on a new skin.

Entering the bathroom you were immediately frightened by your reflection in the mirror. You literally had a birds nest in your hair and it looked like you had no sleep for weeks. Quickly freshening up, and brushing your hair, you took one last stop to your bag of clothing- which most of its contents were messily dropped on your bed now- hopefully looking for a pair of sneakers. Dumping out the rest of the contents on your bed, you were quite shocked to see the small bag you held with your knifes.

“What is my business here? With them especially?” You question aloud frustrated.

Getting up from your bed, you decided to finally put your mind at rest, heading out to the room Namjoon told you to meet him.

Walking through the hallway, you made it to the door. With a deep breath, you reached for the handle, turning and opening the door. As soon as you walk in, seven heads all shot up and stared at you. You slowly close the door, still facing them not exactly sure what to do next. Having to be be with and interact with so many people was nerve wrecking, you honestly felt more comfortable stabbing a person. As awful as it sounds. Crowds and people in general were not your forte. People never really liked or appreciated you, and because of that, you never knew what to do in cases of human interaction.

“Here, Y/n, please sit down,” says Jin, pointing to an empty chair. Everyone sat around a big dining table, papers messily scattered, the sound of pens writing as the boys took notes of what was told. You sat next to the young boy, who’s name was Jungkook, the same one who happened to run into the office earlier. Soon, were quickly engaged into the conversation and learned everyone’s names, along with a small part of why you were brought to headquarters.

“Okay, I still don’t know what to expect from the outcome of this all, but whatever is, we need a female as main role,” Namjoon spoke as he was fiddling his pen. You felt a pit of nervousness in your stomach grow. Everyone at the table was told that the important mission involved people from different parts of Main Street, all teaming together to transfer bombs on a train to a neighboring place… roughly spoken. How you came to summarize it was; a group of terrible people decided to hit each other up to bombard (pun intended) a place that no one knew yet, but that’s what your role plays in. You had to get close to the one in charge.

“You know, you could’ve just picked up a girl off the street and told her what to do. Would’ve been the same…” you say, still confused about your role.

“Well as modest as you are, your… ‘expertise’ are quite useful in the fact of knowing basically everything about everyone and everything in this line of business,” the boy across the table said. Min Yoongi, surprisingly you didn’t know much about this boy, he gave off some vibe that left you intrigued yet cautious. Knowing that, you thought it would be better to stay on his good side. He kept silent throughout the entire conversation though, and you were somewhat shocked whenever he stated his thoughts aloud.

“He’s right,” you heard Jin add, looking over Jungkook’s shoulder at the open laptop. “From what I know, I’m quite sure you’re going to know how to handle the situation, as well as the person.”

“And who might that, person be,” you say after a while of silence.

“Park Minhyuck,” Namjoon speaks first. This news was new for everyone, however you seemed to be the most stricken.

“Park Minhyuck?!” you scoff, “hah! Unbelievable,” your tongue was tracing the inside of your cheek, a habit you did whenever you were pissed.

“You know him?” Calls Jimin from across the table. You take your attention to him, noticing the small laugh of disbelief escaping Yoongi’s mouth as you did so. You gave him a side eye but decided to just ignore it.

“Well you see,” taking a deep breath, “Oh, I do know him. How fortunate for us though, that he doesn’t know who the hell I am.“  

The morning came faster than you would’ve liked. Today was the day you discussed with the rest of the boys at the table last night. Today you would be playing fox, and Park Minhyuck? The mouse.

You were put into a group chat along with all the other members, written there was your assignment for today. You look over it once more just to make sure you don’t mess up.

Apartment complex: B, floor 12, room 577. He will arrive there at around 10:30. Make sure to tell him that you’re a new neighbor from two floors up. Act friendly, and get close to him. DON’T BRING ANY WEAPONS.

You laughed to yourself at the last sentence, they knew you better than you thought. You dressed as normal as possible, trying to avoid your usual black scheme so you won’t give him any weird vibes.

You were offered the opportunity to take one of the boys with you just in case something gets out of hand, but you refused straight away. Again, you never worked with others, nor did you want to start that. You didn’t need any man to look after you just in case, you’ve been doing a good enough job at that for the past 3 years. You decided to take the bus to your destination, since it wasn’t too far. Standing on the public transport, you realized how foreign it had become. You completely forgot how cramped it can become in the mornings, you were literally standing on someone the whole ride there.

You had been so used to going on routes that avoided people just so you wouldn’t get caught when you were on your ‘missions’.

You didn’t necessarily have a plan, which probably was a terrible idea, hence the fact that you were already walking into the building. Stopping just before crossing the street to your final destination, you look up at the immensity high skyscraper in front of you. Well at least I got a ton of floors to hide on just in case something bad happens. Taking a deep breath, you cross the street.

Floor 12 okay, walking into the elevator couldn’t seem simpler, but of course there was no such this as ‘simple,’ and you ended up with walking in with another person. It would have been at least nice to ride in peace and gather your thoughts about your next actions. However the man next to you had other plans. From the corner of your eye, you see him push the bottom with number 12 on it. Fuck, now it’s gonna look like I’m stalking him.

“Oh, what’s your floor, miss?” He asks, probably noticing how weird it was to have you just standing there not doing anything.

“Fourteen. Thank you,” you quickly reply. Leaning back against the wall furthest from him, you take a deep breath trying to settle down your heartbeat. You had absolutely no idea why you were so nervous, you’ve done worse things in your life with greater ease than standing in an elevator with a stranger.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around here before?” You turn to him, panicking on how to reply.

“Oh! I just moved in, I’m renting a studio,” you say as politely as possible. He was about to answer you, but a ringing interrupted.

“Excuse me,” he calmly apologizes as he picks up his phone “Hello-”

“-Ah, Minhyuck,” you heard the receiver. 

You shoot your eyes to the floor. Minhyuck? Did you hear the person on the other side of the line correctly? You glance at your phone to see it was fifteen till thirty, he wouldn’t be this early?

“-Okay, yes I’ll come by right now.” He hangs up and you see him press the number 12 button so that it’s no longer glowing.

“Ugh, works been busy,” he says as he presses the Lobby button. You give him a small smile and nod.

“I, um don’t believe I got your name?” You finally turn to ask him.

“Oh, right I’m sorry! I’m Minhyuck- Park Minhyuck. And you are?”

“Y-Yumé,” you answer, blurting out the first name you thought of. You hear the ding sound, giving that the elevator had reached your floor and you were just about to leave when-

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around more often,” you turn around and smile at his kind words.

“I guess you will. It was a pleasure to meet you,” you say but hold more meaning behind your words, leaving the elevator before he could reply.

You nervously walk down the corridor, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants.

“Well that didn’t go as planned,” you breath out. You wish you had more time to talk with him, the faster you got to know him the faster you would finish this entire scandal and leave Bangtan. You wish things didn’t start so abruptly, why the hell did you act so nervous? It was so unlike you.

“Ugh…” frustrated with your act today, you walk over to the fire escape to take the stairs down all fourteen floors. The more flights you went down the more frustrated you were with how long this would all take. Looking back to when you both were in the elevator, you remember him saying that he needed to be somewhere, to meet someone? You stop in your tracks, I need to follow him.

You run down the rest of the stairs as fast as your legs could go, hopefully he would still be in sight. To your delight, you spot him crossing the street. As soon as you got out of the building you ran, you were tired, you could go back to headquarters and say you finished your little 'meeting’. But where’s the fun when you follow rules. Checking your phone it was only thirty minutes past ten, which meant you had plenty of time to kill.

Surprisingly however, you didn’t have to go very far. You saw him turning a corner and carefully looking around his surroundings before entering a dark building. Waiting till he was inside, you run to the door only to find a key pad to unlock it. You tried pushing and pulling the doors, hoping that they could open, but no luck.

“Damn it,” you hiss under your breath. You just missed a big opportunity of finding out what he was planning for, and you hated yourself for that. You were almost good at everything but a few things, one of those things happen to be breaking in. You were the absolute worst, you were never properly trained to hacking in locks, security systems, anything.

Out of all seven boys, one of them must know how to break a key code. You take your phone out to track your current location, checking the building out one last time before heading back to headquarters.

Once you get through the front door, you manage with the lock until you find yourself walking through the downstairs hallways looking for one of the members. Looking through all the rooms until you enter the one at the end of the hallway, stumbling on to all of them at once.

       _____

Hoseok arose from his chair faster than anyone “Y/n!?” He says sharing a confused look with everyone. Jungkook glances at his watch, “your here really early, is everything alright!?”

You let the door close behind you as you walk over to an empty chair at the table. Letting out a long drawn breath, “well it would’ve been great if things turned out as planned.”

“What do you mean? What happened, did he find out your real identity?”

“Did you even get to talk with him?” You were attacked with questions from every corner of the table. “Guys no, I did get the chance to talk with him, but it was probably for less than a minute,” you sigh.

“Does he at least know you live two floors up?” Asks Namjoon.

“Yes, that he knows. We actually ended up running onto the same elevator before he had to go somewhere,” you were unsure if you should continue telling them that you followed him to that building-

“-well where did you follow him too?” Spoke Yoongi calmly. Your head shot to his direction so fast. How did he know you followed him?

“Um, I guess that’s where I need your guy’s help?” You say shocked and unsure. “It seems I’ve figured out who the Sherlock homes is of this gang. But I needed to ask you guys, one of you must do all the hacking?” Glancing around the table, you met eyes with Jungkook.

“What is it that you need?” He asks curiously.

You smile to yourself, happy that he was willing to help like it was no big deal, “Ok so, I followed him to some building. I honestly don’t even know if it was important. Like that could of just been his doctors office?”

“Did you save the location?” He asks, but you we’re already on your phone and sending it to the group chat. After a few seconds, everyone’s phone simultaneously go off with a notification.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook’s voice was laced with fright followed by a heavy silence throughout the room. You sat anxiously in your seat, not fully understanding the meaning behind his words. 

A clearing of a throat broke the silence, you along with everyone else turned their attention to it, to Min Yoongi.

“He knows who you are Y/n.”

[autumnwritesstuff]

Time’s Up - SoA

Part 1

You keep your head down as you walk back to your desk. You want to avoid the looks on your coworkers faces you know they’re giving you. Looks of question, intrigue, maybe sympathy or judgement. You quickly sit in your squeaky chair and try to find something on your computer to busy yourself with, anything to keep back the tears that were threatening to fall.

It wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, you tell yourself. You just hoped it would be worth it. You’ve been having a hard time proving yourself at work. You’re young. You’re a woman. Male coworkers that worked half as hard and had less experience still got put on bigger and more important accounts than you. You promised yourself you would do whatever you had to do to climb the ladder here.

It was just a couple of buttons. That’s it. Your boss was slimy, yes. An asshole, for sure. But he didn’t force you to do anything. He never touched you. He gave you an opportunity and you decided to take it.

“So you want on the Madison account.”

You sat up straight in the chair across your boss’ desk. “Yes, sir. I really think I would be an asset to the team. I think my track record proves that I can handle the work.”

He looked at you, or rather through you, his face expressionless. “I’m not sure you are willing to make the sacrifices necessary for such a crucial account, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I can assure you that I will do whatever is required to get the job done. I really want this. I’m ready, let me prove it to you.” You try to keep your voice confident despite your discomfort. You hold your hands together in front of you to keep them from shaking.

He thinks for a moment before replying bluntly, “Drop a couple buttons and you got it.”

You hesitate, not sure if you heard him correctly. “I’m sorry, what?” Surely he didn’t just say…

“Look, Y/N, you gotta loosen up if you want to work on this account. They’re the clients that want to have their business meetings at the bar with a round of shots, not a conference room with cups of tea. You get what I’m saying?”

“Uh, I suppose so.” You pause while your brain tries to catch up with this conversation. “I don’t really see why that translates into my shirt being buttoned…?” Hoping he’ll drop it.

“Show me that you can loosen up. Come on, Y/N, you’ve got a great body, why not show it off? It’s a compliment.” He gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, leaning on it while hovering over you. Crossing his arms, he keeps going “If you aren’t prepared to do what it takes for such an important client, I’m sure I can find someone who will. Maybe Kaitlyn…”

You had to make a choice. While this was not exactly how you wanted to rise up here, you didn’t know when another opportunity would come up again. “No! I am!” You quickly blurt out. Fucking kiss-ass-Kaitlyn would get this account over your dead body.

You move your hands up to the top button on your white button up. “I-I can see what you mean. I need to be a little more casual. I can do that.” You force your voice to remain steady and even. You try to ignore the look of satisfaction in his eyes when you’ve undone the second button You will him to confirm your place on the team so you can get the hell out of there.

Well you got the account, now you have to kick ass and prove that you have what it takes. If you can do that, then it’ll have been worth it. You hope. You wanted to call Jax. Not necessarily to tell him-you knew how he would react-but just to hear his voice. He’s so busy though, you didn’t want to bug him or cause him to worry about you. Deciding against it, you sag your shoulders and let out a sigh. Looking at the clock, you count down the minutes till you can go home. You’re just ready for this day to be over.

——————–

You unlock the door to your apartment, immediately kicking your uncomfortable shoes off and throwing your bag down on the floor. You grab your phone and a bottle of wine and head straight to your bathroom.

You’re already on your second glass when the tub is halfway full, your bubble bath filling the room in a warm relaxing scent. You take a deep breath and start to undress, wanting to soak until you no longer felt the stress of this clusterfuck of a day. Your phone buzzed then, the screen displaying Jax’s name. You smile and slide your thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hello?” You say casually. Your relationship–you guess it’s a relationship?–with Jax was new. You didn’t want to sound too eager.

“Hey darlin’.” You could practically see his smirk through the phone. You smile bigger, his voice already making you feel better. “What are you doing right now?”

“Well I had a pretty shitty day at work, so I am currently drinking my favorite wine and then I’m going to soaking in a bubble bath for the foreseeable future. I might die of old age in this bathtub.” You sighed and placed the phone on the counter, putting it on speakerphone so you could finish taking your clothes off. The sooner you got in the scalding hot water, the better.

“I’m sorry babe, do you wanna talk about it?” He sounded so sweet and sincere. It wasn’t a side of Jax Teller that you’d gotten to see very much. Your heart melted a little and you felt heat start to pool in your core. You answered him, your lady parts taking over your brain momentarily, “You can come over if you want and make me feel better.” You were grateful this interaction wasn’t in person so he couldn’t see how red your face was. You cannot believe you just said that. Who the hell are you??

The tone of his voice changed instantly as he chuckled lightly, “You got it babe, I’ll be right over.”

——————–

What were you thinking? You needed less stress tonight, not more. You stay still, not wanting to disrupt your strategically placed bubbles that were covering you up. Jax was on his way over and you are just lounging in your bathtub. YOUR BATHTUB. Naked. So very naked. You and Jax had fooled around some, sure, but you hadn’t completely seen each other sans clothing yet. Would this be the night you two actually had sex? He’s been so sweet, letting you set the pace. He knew you didn’t want a casual hookup.

But you did want him. Holy mother did you want him. And now you have basically offered yourself to him on a bubble covered silver platter. You weren’t completely sure you were ready for that step with him, all you knew was that you needed a release, and you always felt good when you were with Jax.

You heard your front door open, Jax walking in, then closing and locking the door behind him. He took his kutte off and folded in on a chair. You heard his footsteps get closer until he pushed open the bathroom door just enough to peek his head in. The look on his face could almost be classified as nervous. You don’t know what he has to be nervous about, he still has all of his clothes on. “Hey, babe.” He says almost sheepishly. Your face warms at the sight of him and you tilt your head, signaling for him to come in.

Seeming to have gotten his confidence back, he steps in the bathroom and walks over the tub. He gets on his knees next to you so you’re at eye level. His lips curve up in a small smile as he reaches up and pushes some hair behind your ear.

That heat that was pooling earlier had now kicked up a few notches. You are somehow even more aware of how naked you are. Suddenly you don’t want to waste any more time thinking about your shitty day or your shitty boss.

Jax smiled at you sweetly, “You okay babe? Tell me what happened.” Instead of answering him you reached around him, putting your hand on the back of his neck and pulling his lips to yours. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping into your mouth to deepen in the kiss.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed you a while longer. After a few minutes, he broke his lips from yours and pulled back slightly to look at you, a sheen of sweat already on your skin from the hot water. He couldn’t help but think how goddamn beautiful you are.

You spoke up again, wanting to get this new plan back on track. “I really don’t want to talk about it.” He gave you a questioning look. You paused, trying to figure out how to word what you did want. “I just knew I wanted to see you, that being with you would make me feel better.”

You look at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His face lights up with that wolfish grin of his as he realizes what you want. That look should be illegal. You feel the blood rush to your face. Your thighs press together automatically, your body remembering the pleasure Jax is capable of giving you.

“Well darlin’,” he starts, his grin getting bigger, “I think I can help you with that.” His hand dips down to the surface of the water and swirls his fingers around, moving some bubbles in the process.

He leans in and captures your lips with his. You moan into the kiss and reach up to grab onto his hair. That spurs him on to dip his hand further into the water, finding your thigh. You gasp slightly at the contact, your need for him growing. He caresses your thigh up to your knee and brings it down again. He gently pushes one of your legs to the side, opening yourself for him.

Jax leans back, a question in his eyes. He wants to make sure this is what you want. You’ve been a little more conservative than other girls he’s been with and he wants to respect that. You nod your head and bite your bottom lip in anticipation. He leans forward and takes your lip in with his teeth, biting gently. His mouth moves along your jaw and down your neck, placing wet kisses wherever he can reach. His hand continues its journey in between your legs, until he finally reaches the apex of your thighs. Your breathing getting more labored, you bite your lip again.

“You look so good laid out for me like this, Y/N” his voice low and husky, “I’m gonna make you feel good, okay babe?” Jax swipes a finger up your slit and a low growl comes out of his mouth when he feels how wet you are even under water.

A sound comes out of your mouth that’s a mix between a hum and a whine. Your brain can’t form a coherent thought in this moment. You lay your head back and open your legs all the way for him. He releases a low chuckle.

His fingers trace up and down your folds, teasing you. You close your eyes and push yourself towards his hand, wanting more. Jax ghosts his thumb over your clit and you jolt a little. He moves it back with more pressure, going in slow circles. You can’t help the small moan that escapes from your throat. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this turned on.

“You like that?”

You hum in response.

He smirks. “I need words, Y/N.”

You force the words out, “Yes. Yes, Jax…please don’t stop.”

Satisfied with your answer, Jax leans in close to your ear and replies in a low growl, “I’m not stopping babe, not until I feel you cumming around my fingers.” He then pushes one finger inside of you, forcing a gasp from you. Feeling you clench around him instantly, he pulls out slowly and adds a second finger, slowly pushing into you again.

“Jax” you moan, breathless.

He pumps into you, his thumb finding your clit again. “Jesus Christ your tight, babe.” His voice is quiet and strained. He reaches down with his other hand to adjust his erection in his jeans. He wants nothing more than to scoop you out of the tub, lay you out on the bathroom floor and sink his cock into you. He wants to take you, to make you scream.

But as tempting as that thought is, this isn’t about him. He wants this to be for you, and only you tonight. Jax knows you wouldn’t say something about your job unless it really bothered you. He’s going to get you to talk about it, but that can wait. Right now he’s focused on you, specifically your pussy that has a vice grip around his fingers.

He curls his fingers up inside of you, hitting a spot that instantly has you moaning, louder now, as he pumps into you faster. His thumb is rubbing fast circles on your clit and your not sure if you can handle the pleasure he’s giving you.

Feeling you twist away slightly, Jax uses his leverage to pin you down.

“That’s it babe. Cum for me,” he says, his voice low and demanding. You feel his intense gaze on you. Your chest is heaving, exposing your breasts from the water’s surface. Jax wastes no time and leans over you to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

“J-Jax…I’m so cose…”

“Let go babe. Cum. Now.” He orders you as he bends down to take your other nipple in his mouth, biting this time.

You arch your back as you reach your climax, gripping the edge of the tub as you clench around his fingers. He continues to move in and out of you through your orgasm, trailing kisses up your collar bone to your neck and up your jaw.

You try to catch your breath as you come down from your high, sinking into the water more and releasing a satisfied sigh. You look up at Jax, feeling a little exposed. But, that feeling disappears when you see the lust in his eyes.

He leans in for a quick yet deep kiss. “You look so fucking sexy when you cum, babe. Feel better?”

You smile at him, reaching up to cup one of his cheeks. “I like you.” Your voice dopey and dazed from your orgasm.

Not expecting that response, Jax laughs out loud, a genuine smile taking over his face. “I like you too, baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. Standing up, he grabs a towel to dry his arm off before holding it open for you.

“How ‘bout we go settle on the couch and find a movie to watch.”

You grin widely and start to stand up. You legs are wobbly and he reaches out to steady you, wrapping the large towel around your wet body. You stand there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of him holding you as you look up at him.

“Sounds perfect.”

Part 2

You know Jax is putting in extra effort to make you feel better when he lets you pick the movie. It’s a risky move on his part. You almost pull out La La Land just to enjoy his reaction, but you decide to play nice, especially after how nicely he just played with you.

Instead you go with a classic: The Fast and The Furious. Hot guys, hot girls, fast cars, what more could you want? He quirks and eyebrow up at you in surprise, but doesn’t say anything. You lean into him and pull your legs up underneath you. He reaches around you and pulls you closer to him and rests his head on top of yours.

You sigh in contentment. You could stay like this forever. This was exactly what you needed.

The end credits start rolling and you turn your body so your head is in Jax’s lap facing the ceiling. You stretch your arms and legs out and let out a sort of squeaking noise at how good it feels. Jax looks down at you, smirking in amusement. “You comfy down there?” You lightly smack the back of your hand against his stomach and he hunches over in pretend pain.

“We have to watch the rest of the movies now! Which one is your favorite?” Your personal order is 1, 6, 7, 5, 8, 4, 2, 3. If he says Tokyo Drift you’re not sure if you can make this relationship work.

Jax furrows his brow. “There are more movies? I’ve only ever seen this one.”

You just stare at him. “Um. Yes. A lot more.” You say while trying to keep the judgment out of your voice. “Jackson Teller, what kind of rock have you been living under?”

Feeling like he needs to defend himself now, “Hey, I’ve been a little busy. Not a whole lot of time to get to the movies, darlin’.”

“Well, let me assist you with this gaping hole in your cultural education.” You say as you start to get up to put the next dvd in. Jax tries to keep the grin off his face. And fails. “Not the kind of gaping hole I want your help with, babe.”

Your face scrunches up in disgust. “Oh, gross.” You grab the throw pillow nearest you and chuck it at him. He laughs and grabs you by your hips to pull you down on his lap. He kisses you softly, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you closer so you’re straddling him.

You get lost in the kiss, his scruff scratching your skin in the most intoxicating way. He pulls away as you start to deepen it. You look at him, curious at the interruption. He puts his forehead against yours. “Before we start another movie, will you tell me why you were so upset earlier?” You instantly tense up a little and Jax takes notice. “What happened at work today, babe?” His voice is soft, as if trying to convey that you’re safe with him, that you can confide in him.

But you’re not sure that’s the best idea. You haven’t seen too much of the club’s business, but you’ve seen enough to know that Jax’s reaction will probably end up with his fist in your boss’ face. At least.

You let out a long sigh and close your eyes while weighing your options. You want to tell him, you really do. You don’t want a relationship where you keep secrets. If the situation was reversed, you would want to know.

On the other hand, what if Jax tracks your boss down? What would he do then? You didn’t want to think too hard about it, but it would most likely result in you losing your job.

And where would that leave you? There are only so many firms around here. You would have to either move and probably lose Jax anyway or find other work here, like waitressing or retail, which would probably make you go crazy and resent Jax for a situation that really isn’t his fault, and– You shake your head a little to stop the crazy rambling in your head.

Jax continues to look at you, waiting patiently for you to answer him. He brings one hand up your cheek when he sees the look of distress on your face. “Y/N, what happened?” His face showing worry now. You decide to go with your gut. In reality you know you can’t keep this from him.

“You know how frustrated I’ve been that I haven’t gotten on any big accounts yet.” He nods. “Well I went to my boss today and made my case to be put on our newest team, figuring if he saw my passion and motivation that he might give me a shot.” I clear my throat a bit, not sure how to go about the next part. You decided a vague approach was safer. “He just made it clear that I needed to loosen up a little. That these clients are more casual and I needed to be willing to, you know, like…let my hair down a little, so to speak.”

You know as soon as you say it. That answer will not be good enough for Jax. The look of worry on his face is now shared with a knowing darkness. “What did he say specifically?” His voice is authoritative, leaving no room for negotiation. Your heart beat starts to quicken. There’s no going back now, you just had to follow your stupid gut.

You look down and your hands start to play with the hem of his white t-shirt. “He told me to drop a couple of buttons on my top.” You say it fast and nonchalant, as if you can trick Jax into thinking it’s not a big deal.

He’s not fooled though. His grip on your waist tightens and you can see his jaw tense. “And then?” He grits out. You still don’t meet his eyes, afraid to see the anger there.

“I got caught up in the moment.” You reply as a means to explain yourself. Before he can say anything you continue, talking quickly as panic starts to rise in your voice.

“Jax, I know what you’re thinking. He’s an asshole and it’s wrong and he’s taking advantage of me and it’s not okay. I know. But I wasn’t forced to do anything. I decided in that moment to do what I needed to do to get the account, which will be a huge stepping stone for me. I really need this.” Your breathing is picking up now and tears start to pool in your eyes.

You keep your head down, avoiding his gaze. You pull your arms around your waist, feeling ashamed and a little embarrassed. “Do you think less of me?” Your voice is soft.

Hearing that, his anger dissolves a little. He hates seeing this way. How could you think that he would ever-could ever-judge you for anything?

“Hey, hey-” His voice softer now as he cups your face in his hands and pulls it up to meet your eyes with his. “I could never think less of you. Ever. Babe-” He pauses, unsure of the right words to assure you. “I’m a firm believer in doing what you gotta do. Trust me, I’ve done a lot worse for a lot less.” He raises his eyebrows and smirks a little, trying to lighten the moment for your benefit.

You lean forward and put your hands on his chest as you press your lips to his, all of the emotions you were feeling pouring into the kiss. He pulls back a little and gives you a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Jax…” You start hesitantly. “I really don’t want you to do anything about this. This is my job and I need to handle it on my own.”

He lets out a sigh. His blue eyes looking at you with a measured expression. You know he’s struggling with an inner battle; the man he wants to be versus the one his life has shaped him to be. You speak up before he has a chance to.

“If you barge in and make a scene with my boss it’ll only make things worse, for me at work and it could stir up trouble for you. I promise to tell you if anything else happens. Please.” You look at him with pleading eyes.

“A/N…” He starts to argue but pauses when he sees the look on your face. He shakes his head and closes his eyes. He opens them, determined, and looks at you sharply. “Assholes like him don’t stop at a couple of buttons. I need to make sure you’re safe. I’m not happy with this situation, but…” He sighs again, resigning himself to the decision he’s made. “You tell me if anything happens. Anything. I mean it, babe.”

Relieved, you throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “I will, I swear.” He rubs circles on your back while pressing to your neck.

Nothing else is going to happen, you think, this was just a tiny bump in the road. That was the end of it.

That was the end of it.

You say it in your head again and again as a mantra, willing it to be true. But you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You squeezed Jax tighter, needing to bring yourself back here with him in this moment. Letting go of him, you wanted to move the evening along and you had the perfect distraction in mind.

“So…are you a Ludacris fan? Because if you are, let me tell you, 2 Fast 2 Furious is going blow your fucking mind.” Jax lets out a laugh, amazed at how you can always lighten the mood effortlessly. “Let’s do it, babe. How many of these movies are there?”

You pretend that you don’t hear him as you get up to grab the dvd.

Part 3

After two weeks, you’re quite proud of the work you’ve done on the Madison account. You didn’t know what to expect from the new clients after your boss’ warning. However you were delightfully surprised that they were all perfect gentlemen. The team worked well together and you really felt like you were proving yourself. Luckily, you had successfully avoided being alone with your boss, though you knew that couldn’t last forever.

You’d kept your promise to Jax. You had told him that nothing else had happened because technically nothing had. Not really.

He hadn’t said or done anything since the buttons incident, per se, but you couldn’t shake the creepy vibe he was giving off. Every once in a while you could feel his eyes on you and a chill would run down your spine. There were the little touches. Nothing blatantly inappropriate—he wasn’t a complete idiot—but a hand on the shoulder or a brisk touch on your back as he passed by you in the copy room, every time leaving you nauseous and uneasy.

No one in the office even seemed to notice. No one except Kaitlyn. Of course. The looks she gave you, she might as well be shouting “whore” in front of the whole office. Did she think you wanted his attention? She probably thought you got the account by sleeping with him.

She can think whatever she wants. You were too busy thinking about tonight. You were tempted to fake a serious illness to get out of the annual dinner your boss always hosted, but you knew you couldn’t. It was too important. Too much schmoozing was done at these stupid things, you had to make an appearance. Plus you’d had a hell of time convincing Jax that you would be fine.

You would eat, schmooze, and get out of there. No big deal.

——————–

You take a deep breath and look at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you wash your hands. Thank god the night is almost over. You smooth your dress down and open the door to the hallway, revving yourself up to return to the crowd, when you bump harshly into Kaitlyn.

“Sorry. It’s all yours.” You gesture to the bathroom. You try to keep the annoyance out of your voice. Judging by the look on her face you don’t think you did a great job.

“All finished getting primping yourself for him?” She sneers.

That’s it. Enough of this shit. “Okay, what is your problem? Do you seriously think anything is going on? Anything I signed up for, anyway?” You raise your hands and drop them back down to your sides in a huff. When she doesn’t answer right away you turn to walk away, rolling your eyes. Before you take a full step, Kaitlyn grabs your arm and pulls you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

“What the hell—”

She cuts you off. “Did he…did he do something to you?” Her normal bitchy tone is gone, replaced by sincerity—and possibly fear? The look in her eyes in intense and unrelenting. You’re stunned into silence. You open your mouth to reply but shut it again. What do you do in this situation? Was she trying to trick you somehow? Had he done something similar with her?

She sees your hesitation and her face softens. “Look, he has a history with more than one girl in the office. There have been cases when they take him up on whatever he’s offering, but most of us are just trying to get by unscathed.”

Your mind is reeling. One word catches your attention though. “Us?”

Her eyes turn glassy. “Yeah. Us.”

Suddenly your body is filled with rage. You were being naive to think that you were the first and only woman he’s treated this way. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with him? You know you can’t stay quiet now. You told Jax you needed to handle it, and now you knew how.

“Kaitlyn, we need to talk to the other girls.”

——————–

The office had never been so quiet. Employees poked their heads out of their cubicles to get a glimpse of your boss as he was escorted out of the building. As he got closer and you finally forced your eyes to meet his, there wasn’t anger there as you expected.

His gaze never left yours with an expression that could only be described as predatory.

As he passed you, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “You think you’ve won, now?” He winked at you before a security guard grabbed his elbow and led him out of the building. As soon as you see him disappear, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

——————–

“The girls were really nervous to come forward, I didn’t know if it would actually happen. I can’t believe it.”

You called Jax as soon as you could to tell him the good news.

“I’m proud of you babe.” You hear Jax say as you’re on the phone with him at your desk. You hear him sigh in relief.

You were relieved, too. Of course you were. You helped affect real change and it felt good. Powerful, even. There was a small part of you that was still nervous though. You decided to give Jax the reader’s digest version of the day’s events, excluding your—now—ex-boss’ parting words, not wanting to worry him more than he already has been.

“Y/N? You okay?” You realize you’ve been quiet for a minute. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” You respond quickly. “Are you coming over tonight?” You didn’t think the asshole would actually do anything, but having Jax there would make you feel safer.

“Sure thing, darlin’. Want me to pick you up? We still have 3 more movies to go.” They way he says it, you know that classic Jax Teller smirk is pulling on his lips. Mmm—his lips. You could definitely have some fun with those lips later. Vin Diesel might have to wait.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Your butterflies are on red alert for the rest of the afternoon.

——————–

You’re the last one in the office, again. You pull your bag off your shoulder to dig your keys out, and lock the front doors behind you. Starting down the sidewalk to wait for Jax in the parking lot, you hear footsteps behind you.

“I left something in my office.” His voice is low and controlled. You stop in your tracks. You slowly turn to see the same predatory eyes from this afternoon looking right at you. Your heart rate picks up and you try to keep the fear from showing on your face.

“You’re going to have to talk with Security about that. And it’s not your office anymore.” Scared or not, this moment was a bit satisfying. You can’t help the slight smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Listen here you teasing little bitch—” He takes a couple of heavy steps towards you. You back up instinctively, but he reaches forward and grabs your arm before you can get too far. “You think can just parade yourself around the office, practically begging for my attention, then spin some bullshit to HR and get me fucking fired?” You almost can’t hear him he’s talking so low, you can smell the stench of alcohol on his breath, and you’re actually terrified of what he might do.

“I—I…” All you can do is stutter, your brain not comprehending what to say to get you out of this situation. Your fear seems to only agitate him more. He lets go of your arm and pushes you against the wall of the building, his hand clamping around your throat.

“Who the FUCK do you think you are!?” No longer concerned with being quiet, his voice bellows in the night air. All you can feel is the rough brick scratching your back and the painful grip he has around your neck. You bring your hands up, covering his, in a futile attempt to pull him off of you. Tears start rolling down your cheeks as you gasp for any oxygen you can get into your lungs.

You hear the faint roar of a motorcycle getting closer as your vision starts to go black.

——————–

“Y/N!”

“Y/N, baby, wake up! Can you hear me!?”

Jax, you think. You force your eyes open, blinking a few times until your vision clears. When it does, you see your favorite blue eyes staring back at you.

“Jax, what—what happened?” You start to sit up, Jax’s hand on your back to steady you. You look around and see a man lying on the ground not far from you, bloody and not moving. Your memory comes rushing back and your your eyes go wide with panic. “Is…is he…” You can’t finish the question. You put your hand on your chest to try to calm your heart down and control your breathing.

“No.” Jax immediately cups your face in his hands and moves his head down so his eyes are level with yours. “But you’re safe, babe.” His eyes roam over you, looking for any injuries. He tilts your chin up to inspect the mark already forming along your neck. His fingers caress the bruising skin. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I should’ve been here sooner—I got caught up—” His eyes filling with tears as he leans in to take your mouth in a desperate kiss.

You pull back to look at him, feeling dazed and overwhelmed. “No, Jax.” You shake your head, “I could’ve died if you hadn’t gotten here when you did.”

Jax sighs. “We need to get you to a hospital.” He leans to pick you up, but you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. “Please just take me home, Jackson. I promise I’m okay, I just want to go home.” He looks like he’s about to argue, but looking at the exhaustion in your face, he relents.

“Can you ride?”

——————–

Not an hour later and you are showered and in bed wearing Jax’s t-shirt. He wanted to stay with you tonight it felt so good to feel his warmth pressed up against you. Both on your sides facing one another, you nuzzle your head deeper into his chest. You place small kisses to his hard muscles, enjoying this cozy moment.

He pulls your face up so he can look at you. “Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Shhh” You hush him and place a sweet kiss on his nose. “I’m okay.” And you really are. A bit shaken—how could you not be—but everything had happened so quickly, and Jax had gotten there before anything worse happened. And a lot worse could’ve happened.

His hand comes up to your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. “I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.” His voice comes out thick with emotion. “I care about you so much, Y/N. If I had gotten there any later…if I’d lost you—”

“But you didn’t. You saved me. And you have me.” You push his shoulder back and pull your body on top of his, straddling him. “You have me.” You repeat yourself before bending down and taking his lips in yours, reassuring him that you’re here with him.

His hands run up your thighs and rest on your hips, pushing them harder against him. He takes control of the kiss, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. You feel his erection grow underneath your core, you grind down harder, forcing a growl from his throat.

In one fluid motion he sits up and flips you so he’s on top, his hands caging you in under him. He continues to kiss you as his hands roam down your body, finding their way under your shirt. You lift yourself up enough for him to tear it over your head, his mouth instantly going to your neck, sucking hard, wet kisses behind your ear. You let out a small moan, encouraging him to continue. The pulsing between your thighs is almost unbearable, your need for him growing with every kiss. He makes his way along your collar bone and down your chest. When he gets to your breasts, he sticks his tongue out to lightly lap at one of your nipples. You whine and arch your back, wanting more from him. He looks up at you with a smirk before returning his attention to where you want it and taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking while he brings his hand up to pinch the other. When he’s satisfied with his work, he moves to the other one, giving it the same glorious attention.

You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. You put your hands in his hair, pulling a little.

“Jax” You pant.

You can’t wait anymore.

“Jax” You say again, pulling his hair so he has to look up at you. He pulls at your nipple with his teeth before he lets go.

“I need you…inside of me. Now.” Your voice is desperate and uncontrolled.

You see the fire burn in his eyes as he makes his way back up to you, kissing your fiercely. You try to pull him in closer, but he lifts off of you, getting off the bed. His eyes never leave yours as he pulls his boxers down and steps out of them, kicking them to the side. You watch him cross the room to pick his pants up from the floor, fishing a condom out before discarding them again.

Jax climbs up on the foot of the bed and leans forward to kiss the skin below your belly button. Kissing his way down, he hooks his thumbs in your panties before sliding them off completely. He pushes up so he’s on his knees in front of you, and puts one hand on each of your knees, pulling your legs apart. He takes a second to look at you, pure lust filling his eyes.

“You look so good like this babe. So beautiful.” You bite your bottom lip. He reaches forward, swiping a finger up your core to see if you’re ready for him and groans at how wet you are. He brings his finger to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it before tearing open the foil packet and sliding the condom down his impressive length.

You squirm in anticipation, feeling like you’re going to explode if you don’t get relief soon. Jax settles between your legs again and lines himself up with your entrance. He leans forward to capture your lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Are you ready?” You nod and he slowly pushes into you. You gasp, not expecting the sudden stretch and dig your nails into his back.

“Y/N?” His voice is strained but theres a hint of concern.

“It’s okay, it’s good.” You assure him and wrap your legs around his back, pulling him closer.

He starts to move then, pulling himself almost completely out before pushing back inside again. Your moans fill the otherwise silent room as you take him in, loving the fullness. “Baby, you feel so good” your voice barely above a whisper.

You hold him tight against you, not needing to voice the words that this is how you need him—close. It’s not gentle, but not exactly rough either. It’s the intensity of everything thats happened—and what almost happened, raw emotion pouring out of each of you.

His face is nestled into your neck, placing hot kisses there as he pumps into you faster and unrelenting. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moves your hips up, changing the angle, causing him to hit that amazing spot deep inside of you.

“Oh, god…

“Yes…yes…”

“ Please, baby…”

You cry out over and over, unable to form any other words. You feel yourself begin to tighten around him. He feels it too, grabbing your hips and slamming harder into you to the point where you’re on the border of pleasure and pain.

“Cum for me, baby.” He growls into your neck.

His words send you over the edge. Tightening your grip around him, your orgasm overtakes you, a loud moan coming out of you as your nails scratch down his back so hard you think you might’ve broken the skin of his reaper tattoo.

He continues his pace as you come down. When he’s sure you’re finished, he pushes towards his own release, wrapping his hands underneath you to hold you even closer. His movements grow erratic and he moans low in his throat as he reaches his own climax.

He’s still for a moment, hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours. Both of you breathing heavy, you look up at him, drowsy from pleasure and exhaustion. “That was…” You start, but can’t think of a word right now in your orgasm-drunk state that accurately describes what that was.

A smile spreads across his face. “Yeah” He breathes out, agreeing with your unsaid words. He pulls out of you and disposes of the condom quickly before joining you again, pulling you tight against his chest.

You wrap your hand around him. You’re both sweaty, but you can’t let him go, you never want to let him go.

You sigh, content and satisfied. “How are you feeling?” You ask him. When he doesn’t answer right away, you peek up at his face, seeing that his eyes are closed. You think he might’ve fallen asleep, but then a slow smile creeps across his features before he answers, “I like you.”

A very attractive snort-laugh escapes your mouth before you can help it. You nuzzle back into his chest.

“I like you too, Jackson.”