#i scream to myself- clutching the sink- grinding my teeth

[oblivioustoast]

man i don’t know what to tag my art on my art blog most of the time- but it looks like even when i have a fandom tag, it doesn’t show up in the search anyway????

[mushroompollution]

Leo's stomach sinks when he sees that question mark. Umprompted asks rarely ever end well. Still, he can't help but open the notification, as if possessed by some higher power. The strange request stares at him from the screen, two words with no other explanation.

He doesn't realize he's responded until the answer shows up on his dashboard. And by then, it's too late. That little notification flag pops up again, and by the time he thinks, i shouldn't open this one, he's already made another unwanted confession.

At least the admissions are harmless, even as a third appears. Well. That one's embarrassing. His gaze flickers up from the screen to Elliot, sitting at his desk across the bedroom, summarizing the day in his journal as he does every evening. When Leo looks back down at his phone, there's another confession on his dashboard.

Leo sets his jaw. Grinds his teeth and frowns. Goes to close the app, only to answer another.

He feels one of those ghosts hum in curious amusement.

"What?"

The servant looks up to see Elliot turned around in his chair, a quizzical look on his pretty face. "What did you just say?"

Leo's stomach drops.

Did he say something?

Did he say that out loud?

"just talking to myself," he chuckles dismissively, but his voice sticks in his throat.

"About marriage?!"

shit.

"yeah," Leo tries to shrug it off.

"Why????" Elliot demands.

"because i love you. and i want to spend my life with you. and i'd probably destroy this whole world if you weren't in it."

shit.

That's not what he meant to say. But as badly as he wants, Leo can't put those words back in his mouth.

There's a long pause as Elliot stares at him, wearing a dumbfounded look and a bright red blush. "Kind of a weird thing to say, but uh," finally his expression softens. "I love you too, you weirdo," he says gently. The warmth in his tone makes Leo's face burn. "Give me like two minutes and we can go to bed, okay?"

Leo nods without speaking another word, afraid of what might come out instead. Okay. Maybe that hadn't gone so terribly, though it wasn't the way he'd really wanted to say those words for the first time.

But still, this is bad.

It was already bad, but this is so much worse.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Leo glances down at his phone without thinking. This time, he hears the words leave his mouth.

"Ernest spit on me and called me trash."

It isn't quite as wordy as what he's typed, but it's just as damning. Leo freezes, his blood run cold. He doesn't look up, but he can feel Elliot's intense stare on him.

"Hold on. Ernest did what?" he asks, voice slow and careful, but undeniably raised. "What the fuck?"

Leo shakes his head. He clutches his phone tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. "no, i don't know why i said that," he says.

Except, those aren't the words that leave his lips.

"i really wanted to break his nose."

"What the fuck?!" Elliot repeats, standing abruptly from his desk.

Leo stands just as quickly from his place on the floor. "i'm going to bed," he says curtly as he marches for their connecting door. But Elliot follows right on his heel.

"Hey, no. If my brother did something to you, I want to know about it-- HEY!!! LEO!!!!!"

The nobleman's words are cut short as the heavy, wooden door slams in his face. There's a small thud as Leo leans heavily against it from the other side.

He's shaking, clutching his phone to his chest. It's locked now. If he doesn't look, it's fine. But the device vibrates in his hands, and he just can't help but look.

Another confession spills from both his lips and fingertips.

"Leo, what the fuck is going on??" Elliot calls from the other side of the solid, wooden door.

"go away!!!" Leo screams. But once again, his words come out all wrong, and his blood runs cold in horror as he realizes what he's just confessed. But he can't stop, either. His fingers move on their own as another ask comes through, and the words spill from his lips as he types. After another, he screams, throwing his phone straight down against the hardwood floor.

But that isn't enough.

He turns sharply, shoving everything from the surface of his small desk onto the floor with a crash. The chair falls victim next as he easily sends it smashing against the wall.

Elliot bursts into the small bedroom just as Leo moves to try and overturn his wardrobe. "Leo, what the fuck. CALM. DOWN!!!!!" he demands, grabbing his servant by both wrists.

Leo pants like a wild animal in his grip, looking up through his bangs with wide, starry eyes. Then he yanks his wrists away. "let me go! just GO AWAY!!!!!!!!" he screams.

"Not if you're going to tear the fucking mansion apart like the Tasmanian fucking devil!!!!!" Elliot reaches for him again, only to be shoved back violently by two hands on his chest.

"there's something wrong with me!!!!!" Leo screams.

"Obviously!!!!!" Elliot shouts back. "You're flying off the fucking handle, and you won't even tell me what's going on!!!!"

"i don't know what's going on, okay?!?!" He doesn't mean to take it out on his friend. But in his rage, Leo grabs a pillow and hurls it at the nobleman. "i can't stop just-- admitting things!!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't keep so many secrets in the first place then," Elliot snaps, only to take another pillow to the face. He growls, hands balling into fists. "Knock that off!!!!"

"i'm scared, okay!?!"

That stops Elliot dead in his tracks as he marches up to his servant, ready to escalate their fight.

Leo shoves his hands beneath his glasses, covering his eyes and his expression. "i know that it wasn't a nightmare when those kids wandered into the crater five years ago," his voice comes out choked, half sobbing.

"What...."

Elliot's breathless, confused tone makes Leo's heart ache.

Elliot's own chest hurts, too.

"those kids died, Elliot."

The nobleman shakes his head shallowly in disbelief. "N-no. Pandora brought them back safe and sound. After I slipped--"

"you didn't hit you head, you were attacked by a Chain."

Elliot's stomach twists sharply. "No..." he mutters, his voice distant. "That's not. What happened..."

"i'm sorry. i'm really sorry, Elliot," Leo sobs, tears flowing freely now. "i didn't want to lose you. and then you and your father and everyone at the orphanage said it didn't happen, so i let myself believe it didn't. but then more kids started dying and--"

"That's not true!!!" Elliot cuts him off with a shout.

Leo drops his hands from his face in surprise to find Elliot grabbing his head, teeth grit tight in agony as he drops to his knees. The servant gasps, rushing forward to his master's side, only to be knocked back across the tiny bedroom.

Not by Elliot.

But something else--

Leo's back hits the wardrobe and knocks the wind from his lungs and the glasses from his face. Looking up through the curtain of his thick bangs, he tries to catch his shaking breath. Elliot kneels across the floor from him, a horrified look in his widened blue eyes.

"I didn't. That wasn't me--" he mutters breathlessly. His voice sounds so small, so far away. So scared. So unlike Elliot.

His hand falls from his head to his chest, and Leo's stomach sinks.

There's no denying it anymore.

"i'm sorry," Leo chokes. The next words burn his tongue as he utters them against his own will.

"you're an Illegal Contractor. and it's all my fault."

"That. Isn't possible," Elliot hisses through his teeth and the pain. But another wave of pulsating agony washes over him, and the hand against his chest clenches tight. He growls in frustration and squeezes his eyes shut tight as he yells, "Shut up!!!"

But Leo isn't talking.

The servant swallows thickly. But he can't move. Frozen in sorrow, and the fear that he's just ruined everything.

But then Elliot growls in agony again, suddenly doubling over. He writhes on the ground as he grabs at his chest with one hand and his head with the other. "Shut up--! Shut up!!" he cries.

Finally, Leo moves. He scrambles across the floor to Elliot's side, but hesitates as he reaches for his friend's shoulder to try and comfort him. He's probably the last person on earth that Elliot wants to see now--

But Elliot moves instead, reaching up to grab Leo's arm like a life preserver. And that's enough for the smaller man to scoop him up, cradling him. Elliot curls into his servant's chest, his shouting reduced to panting and muffled whimpers as a wave of lightheadedness leaves him fighting to stay conscious.

"i'm sorry, Elliot. i'm sorry. i wanted to believe it was just a nightmare," Leo sobs as his friend finally collapses in his arms. "i. i just couldn't stand the thought of a world without you in it. it's all my fault, i'm so sorry, Elliot, I love you, I'm so sorry--"

Leo's hands shake as he slowly unbuttons Elliot's shirt with great effort. He has to see it for himself. He pushes back the fabric, revealing the twisted design of the Incuse, three-quarters completed, and his stomach turns. As he starts to cry again, Leo hears a familiar voice inside him.

Ignoring it didn't make it disappear, did it?

[shorkbrian]

Mommy please

My and @seijoh and @confessions-of-a-yandere-freak and @implexedactions were thirsting and I have so many thots to think about KIRISHIMA always and forever I 🥵

This was supposed to be a short thirst but it’s half thirst half drabble im sorry I couldn’t help myself Kirishima’s just too hot to contain.

(NSFW/mommy kink/noncon)

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Big beefy Kiri is so sweet, so kind and polite and the perfect gentleman. Always offers to take you on dates, showers you with flowers and gifts, tries to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles every chance he gets.

Even if you don’t want him to.

He never gives you a chance to tell him no, to ask him to stop, to push him away. Kirishima shows up at your apartment with roses clutched in his hands, a bright smile on his face as soon as you open the door.

You can’t get the words out to ask him to leave, cause he’s crashing into you, shoving the roses into your hands as he kisses you, mouth hot and wet.

Pushes you around, manhandles you like you’re nothing. By the time he lets you break away from the kiss, his hand is down your shorts, knuckles brushing softly over your panties, pressed up against your clit.

You wanna tell him no, tell him to stop and go home and leave you alone, but then he’s kissing you again, sharp teeth nipping at your lip until you open your mouth to let him explore inside, his technique messy but enthusiastic. 

Kirishima is so strong, it’s easy for him to lift you into his arms, asking you sweetly to wrap your legs around his waist while he slowly grinds his clothed bulge in-between your legs, making you gasp at the pang of pleasure that shoots through your stomach on each grind.

And then his mouth is on yours again, and he's stumbling towards your bedroom. The man pauses occasionally to shove your back against a wall to steady you so he can hump against your pussy, both of your clothes beginning to spot with precum and wetness.

There isn’t time to tell him no, his presence is so overwhelming and it’s so hard to catch a breath with him attacking you so lustfully with his lips and hands.

By the time you reach the bedroom, your scrabbling at his arms, half wanting to be let go, half wanting for him to pull you closer.

You know this isn’t right, what he’s doing isn’t right - it never is, hasn’t been from the beginning. There’s no consent on your part, and Kirishima doesn’t care to ask.

His polite and gentlemanly exterior crumbles around you, burned to ashes by lust and desperation. Instead he turns into a demon, grabbing and humping and taking whatever he wants. Problem is, he doesn’t ask if you want it too.

Never gives into your timid requests for him to leave, always brushes it off as you being shy or embarrassed. At least, that’s what you hope. You can’t bear the thought of Kirishima purposefully fucking you knowing that you don’t want him too.

(He knows, and it hurts his heart. But why would he ever stop fucking you when it makes the both of you almost pass out from the pleasure?)

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“Let me eat you out mommy, please?”

“Kiri I don’t-”

“Don’t be shy, I love you so much. It’ll feel so good, I’ll be so good for you. Please, please let me lick your perfect little pussy.”

He’s already stripping off your shorts, your hands doing nothing to stop him. Kirishima loves sitting you on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders before going down on you. 

The man goes on and on about how pretty you are, how sweet you taste, ignoring whispering “stop, please don’t”.

Kirishima does what he wants, and he only wants you.

When he starts licking broad stripes up your cunt, you can’t do anything but shudder and clutch at his hair, try to pull him away, push him back. It feels good, but you don’t want it to.

Kiri always stops when you pull his hair, looking up at you with glittering red eyes as he lips his lips, savoring your taste.  “Oh, sorry mommy, I forgot to put up my hair. Know you like to pull on it when you get too sensitive.”

And it’s tantalizing, watching his muscles flex underneath his shirt while he pulls his long hair into a ponytail before diving back between your legs. You try to clamp them shut, but he just laughs and easily wrenches them open, tells you not to hide from him, let him see your beautiful little body and make you cum until you’re shaking.

He does exactly that, holding onto one of your legs over his shoulder with one hand, the other kneading his cock through his sweats as he excitedly eats you out, licking and slurping and spitting onto your cunt. You’re usually crying at this point, begging him to stop and go home, leave you alone, you don’t want this, but Kiri never listens.

He does like the sound of your begging.

Kirishima makes sure you cum more than once, messily dragging his tongue over your thighs, lapping at your cum like he’s had nothing to drink for a week, a man with an unquenchable thirst. There’s all sorts of sounds, from his feral, unconscious groaning and growling to the slick, squelchy sound of him mouthing feverishly at your clit.

When he finally pulls back, panting and groaning with need, he blinks up at you, a wide smile dancing across his face.

“Thank you mommy, what a treat. You always taste so nice, wish you would let me spend all day in between your thighs. Thank you so much for letting me eat you out, you’re so good to me.”

The way he says it makes you blush - almost as if you had made him beg to eat you out, as if you had wanted him to do so.

You had begged for him to stop.

It’s not like he ever listens.

And then he’s standing up, shucking off his sweats and shirt before grabbing at your own shirt, pulling it off you before you can resist his big hands. You push yourself towards the other side of the bed, legs feeling like jelly from your previous orgasms, and you don’t get far before Kirishima’s dragging you back towards him.

“Don’t worry, I always make you feel good. I would never hurt my sweet girl. I just wanna feel you mommy, see how hard you made me?”

His cock is bobbing against his belly as he moves, precum slicking the length, smearing against his dark happy trail. He’s got a big dick. You always hate this next part.

Kiri likes to manhandle you while he fucks you, likes to feel how little you are compared to how giant he is. Sometimes he’ll pick you up, hold you in the air and bounce you on his cock while he watches your face, occasionally leaning to kiss and mouth at your neck.

Other times he’ll turn you away from him, push you into the bathroom before picking you up into a full-nelson, right in front of the mirror. In that position, both of you can see how his thick cock enters you, how blotchy your face gets with tears, how you’re almost hyperventilating from the stress and trauma of being violated. Kirishima always looks flushed behind you, knitting his brows together while he chases his pleasure, cooing at his “mommy” and how amazing you are.

When he’s feeling particularly playful, he’ll throw you on the bed, lift you into positions where he has full access to your body, play between sticking his cock in your pussy or tracing it around your mouth. He’ll flick his finger over your clit, mush down the little nub with his thick, calloused thumb and torture it until you’re a sobbing mess, crying and begging and pleading for him to stop, or let you cum - you’d take either at this point.

Today he’s feeling gentle, loving; he wants to spoil his mommy and make you feel amazing, 

So Kiri lays down on his back, pulls you over him and spends a few minutes just grinding his cock against you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pausing to whine and whimper at the delicious friction of your skin against his cock. He wants to cum, but he wants to make his mommy feel good first.

When the big man does lift you onto his cock, it’s hard for him to start out slow. He always tries to give one hundred percent, can’t hold himself back when he sinks into your tight heat.

You’re laying against him, head buried into the juncture between his neck and shoulder as you cry. But Kiri wants to see. So he pushes you up, holds you upright with his big meaty palms before he plants his feet on the bed and fucks into you so fast you almost scream.

Kirishima pounds into you so quickly on his lap that your tits are bouncing, and he’s addicted to the way the flesh moves before his eyes. He loves you, body, mind, soul - everything about you is perfect to him. He wants to be with you, wants to watch you and feel you and fuck you until he dies.

He makes you come again, slamming into your g-spot again and again until you’re clenching around him, bawling your eyes out as pleasure overtakes you. You don’t want this, it isn’t right, he’s a bad man.

Your clenched pussy drives him too close to the edge, and Kirishima is crying out, chanting, begging you to let him cum. 

As if you were in control.

The man isn’t necessarily expecting a response, lost in the fantasy of his beautiful little mommy ordering him to come in her little pink pussy, to clean her up afterwards while she grinds her foot against his softening cock while he licks his cum out of her.

It’s that thought that has him spilling inside you, choking up at the sensation of your warm walls milking out his cum.

You feel so good, he loves you so much.

He knows you don’t love him back, knows you hate what he’s doing to you, hate the pleasure he forces from your body.

But Kirishima can pretend you don’t.

He’ll teach you to love him.

[echo-of-sounds]

not much of a birthday

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Aizawa’s birthday! I struggled to think of as many headcanons as I did for the other characters. Hopefully the smut makes up for it!

Warnings: it’s nowhere near as rough as the last one, but the smut does include a Daddy kink

Aizawa’s birthday is difficult. It’s not that he hates it. He’s just kinda… whatever about it. It makes planning a birthday party, or any celebration really, and buying presents a challenge.

Large gatherings aren’t his favorite. If you truly want to throw a birthday party, don’t make it a surprise party and only invite his closest friends (seven people max). Too many people mean he’s going to sulk in his room the entire time, not wanting to deal with the large, noisy crowd. He wants his birthday to be quiet and relaxing.

Buying presents is so damn difficult. He doesn’t really have hobbies or interests outside of being a teacher and a Hero. Well, he likes cats but you can’t buy a cat every single year. The best option is clothing. Everyone could always use new pairs of socks and underwear.

A leather wallet, beard softener, a simple, handsome sweater, and maybe a new type of coffee are also some options. He’s a laidback guy with laidback interests. Keep the presents to things he needs and will definitely use. If they’re too elaborate or eccentric, he’ll never get around to using it.

“I hope you like them,” you said with the best smile you could muster as you sat the presents on the coffee table. The wrapping was beautiful but the content wasn’t particularly intriguing. 

Shouta unwrapped the first one: a package of socks. The next was a package of boxer briefs. Then two nice, simple T-shirts. Then a gift bag with a new brush, hair ties, reparative shampoo, and protein conditioner to prevent hair breakage from all the shit he puts it through.

He thanked you for each one.

“You’re welcome. But there’s one more.” You nodded to the last, most specialized one. It took a few weeks to finally think of and find something that wasn’t as plain as underwear.

He grabbed the flat present off the table and unwrapped it. The tape ripped easily, letting him see the dark brown leather padfolio. It fit his laptop, notebook, and had plenty of smaller pockets. It’d hopefully help him be just a little more organized in his commutes. 

After looking through all of it, he gave a rare smile and kissed you, mumbling as he pulled away, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Sho.” He narrowed his eyes when you stroked his cheek. “What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What is it?”

You sighed at his too-intense gaze, knowing he wasn’t going to let it go. “I’m glad you like the presents. I really am. I just… I guess I wish I could buy you something exciting and unique. I want to make you feel special.” You rubbed the back of his neck, massaging the strained muscles.

“You don’t need to buy me expensive things to make me feel special.”

“I know. I know that. But… I want to spoil you for at least one day and you make doing that incredibly difficult. I feel like you deserve something more for all that you do. I just want to spoil you,” you lightly laughed and kissed his temple. “For once.” 

“You don’t need to-”

“I want to,” you whispered against his skin.

Shouta grabbed your hand and met your eyes. “These past few days have been more than I needed.” He kissed your nose then your mouth. “After weeks of screaming teenagers, a weekend with you is all I want,” he confided.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He drew you close and swung your leg over his lap. He lifted your shirt off, connecting a deep kiss after. His tongue wandered over yours. You sighed, casually grinding, pressing your breasts against him. 

His hands drifted to your front and unbuttoned your pants. Without breaking the kiss, you stood. Rough hands slipped in the sides and yanked them and your underwear down. Fingers frisked you, not afraid of being brusque as they circled your clit, making you widen your stance, giving him more room to fondle. 

Two fingers slipped in. They crudely waved as his palm grazed your clit. Your legs tensed and your spine curved towards him, wanting to be closer. But his clothes were still on. Leaving his lips for only one second, you removed his shirt. Pulling his sweatpants down was next and was awkward with his hand unabashedly prodding you. 

A flick jolted your clit, stopping your actions. You gasped around his tongue, trying to moan his name. Another thwack jostled you. Shouta’s bitter rasp provoked you awfully, “You know what to call me.”

“Daddy,” you softly cried. 

“Good girl,” he praised and tugged you into his lap. You couldn’t ask what he wanted you to do because his fingers reentered, just as crude, just as grazing. When you reached for him, he warned, “Don’t touch me.”

You didn’t object. Your head dropped to his shoulder through his fondling. The two fingers inside folded, growing rougher by the second. His other hand played with your thigh and ass, scratching and kneaded and nailing your skin raw.

Your hips jerked on their own. You tightened for the spank and reprimand, but it never came. Which was weird. You gently whispered, “Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

You didn’t know how to ask why he didn’t scold you like he normally does. Thankfully, you didn’t need to figure it out. Lips lined over your neck and shoulders. Hands rubbed along your sides and back, keeping you warmly close. He spoke hushedly, “I don’t want to punish you today. Just listen to me, okay?”

You sat up to see his smile and nodded. His thumb pulled your bottom lip down. “You’re a good girl. You can ride me now,” he granted with a deep kiss.

Lining him up, you lowered, sighing happily into his mouth. His heat and heft fit comfortably, perfectly inside. You wasted no time and hugged his shoulders as you began grinding. Arms embraced you. Lips and tongue skimmed your skin. Muscled thighs tensed and swayed with your hips.

He sped up. It excited you to do the same, craving to hear him groan. You wanted to give him the pleasure he always gave you. It was his birthday after all.

Raising on your knees, you bounced, stirring a hint of sound from him. It also motivated his hips to hump up. They met yours in the middle, nudging him nicely and loudly against your front wall. Your breasts bobbed with the faster motion. Heat encircled one. His first groan rippled over your nipple, sucking, damn near gnawing on it. 

Black hair tangled around your fingers. You clung tight, keeping his mouth suckling. Your thighs hastened, hips hustled on, working up a thin sweat, tightening your body, almost there.

But he pulled away, halting your hips. You whimpered shamelessly, “Daddy, don’t.”

“Are you going to make me cum as well or should I do that myself?”

“No, it’s your birthday,” you panted, gripping his arm, jerking in his hands.

“I don’t think you can.”

You tucked into his neck. Hands grasped and arms lifted you up as he moved, laying you down on the couch, making sure your head rested on the pillows. He gutturally purred into your ear, “My birthday present is you. Let Daddy do it.”

Without waiting, he quickly snapped his hips. You scratched his back and moaned. His shoulder blades wavered with his humping. His thighs spread you bare. His back bowed beautifully.

The thrusts stopped. Your whine came out louder than expected. His heat deserted you when he sat up and pulled out, leering between your legs. Thumbs felt up and down your outer lips, petting with pressure. They bore heavily over your clit before caressing again, stretching you open, smoothing you closed, toying with all the delicate nerves. A particularly brutal sweep on your clit induced a high-pitched gasp. You clutched his forearm but his fingers continued. Your hips and thighs fidgeted, struggling to get away under his weight. His smirk did not go unnoticed.

You pawed his chest, fussing, “Please.”

Spit dripped from his mouth, slowly dribbling onto you. Thumbs persisted their patterns, now wetter, harsher.

“Please…” 

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy, please, fuck me, please. I want you.”

“There you go.” He lifted your thigh to rest on his chest, lowered to kiss you, and resumed his thrusting. Your leg bobbed with his sinks. “Is this want you wanted?”

You nodded with a smile, scratching his sides. He paused mid-thrust and chided in a cautionary tone, “I may not punish you but you still need to be grateful.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“Really?”

“I promise.” Hot air puffed as his lips returned, so wet and so warm, heating more with his sweeping tongue. Hips slowly swayed. His scarred abs and hair-dusted chest fluttered under your fingers. Small flattery and honeyed words voiced into your mouth. 

“I love you,” you breathed.

“I love you too.”

The softness faded. Thrusts steadily built up. Teeth pinched and pulled your bottom lip, taxing the sensitive skin. They moved to your neck next. Pinches turned to full-mouthed bites, running all over as he clamped hard, trying to mark you as much as possible.

“Daddy,” you choked out through the heightening breaths, seeking his permission.

His husky utter heated your skin, “You can cum. You don’t need to wait for me.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank-” 

“Shhh,” he hushed into your neck.

Your nails rooted in his sides, signaling your looming release. Lips covered yours and swallowed your peaking moans. Wetly and weakly, you mumbled into his mouth, around his tongue, “More.”

He lifted until his tip remained inside then buried in with a heavy, strong thrust. His pace maintained heavy and strong too. His groans matched the intensity. Your hips and thigh hurt so wonderfully under his mass. Moans trapped in your throat, leaving you huffing, hot, and hanging.

Dry, jugular groans tipped you over, “Cum for me. I know you want to. Cum for Daddy.”

Your body went rigid with clamped muscles. Shallow breaths ceased. Heat flooded but no moans sounded. The internal pleasure kept you gasping for air through your release- gasping for his finish- gasping for your Daddy, who kissed and caressed your trembling frame.

When you slouched, he stood and kneeled over your shoulders, holding himself for you. He entered the second your lips opened, salty and throbbing. Using the armrest to support himself, his thrusts started anew. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat. But his hips didn’t slow. 

Looking up, you could tell he was close. He glared at you. A blush painted his cheeks and chest. You snagged his ass, holding him in your mouth.

“Fuck.” He bucked further. Though it caused another gag, you still grappled at him, letting him fuck your throat. His grunts grated too low to understand, but you didn’t need to. Hair pressed to your nose as he drove fully inside. Joints locked. Fingers fastened in your hair. Liquid salt spurt, trickling, choking.

You sucked him as long and deep as you could until breath became your priority. You eventually tapped his thigh, needing air. Your mouth was emptied. Saliva and cum connected you to his depleted erection. The string split, driveling, messing your chin and breasts.

Before you could so much as move, Shouta nabbed his shirt and cleaned you, careful of your swollen lips and bruises. His scowl at his concentration was cute, slightly puffing his bottom lip out. He noticed and raised an eyebrow. 

You waved it off, “Nothing. Happy birthday, Daddy.”

“Thank you. And thank you for the presents.” He finished his wiping and tenderly kissed you, lovingly brushing his tongue along your lips. “Tomorrow you can take me to a movie.”

You exhaled a dry laugh, “That’s not exactly exciting or unique but it’s a start, I guess. But right now, can you get me some ibuprofen? My neck’s sore.”

“And a heating pad?”

“Please and thank you.”

Shouta kissed you once more and went to get the items. You patiently waited, wanting to cuddle him for the rest of the night.

[softmothprince]

Blood in the Water

more kiri content cause i lob him. the same person who helped me with dragon’s claim worked on this with me cause i’m awkward when it comes to fluff

tw: blood is mentioned, spit (some people don't like it), fighting is mentioned (not between kiri and reader)

Kirishima peppered her forehead with kisses and giggled, “So cute!”

She giggled back and tried to pull away from him, “Kiri please! We’re never gonna get any of the shopping done if you keep this up.”

“Sorry pebble I just can’t help myself. I’m just so happy! We’re mates now!” he said nuzzling into her neck. “You’re my mate now, and you have my mark on you forever.”

She giggled and hugged him tight, “Even without a mark I’m yours forever. Now come on we have shopping to do if you want me to make dinner tonight.”

Kirirshima kissed her before grabbing her hand as they walked around the store. They finished and started to head home when he saw a bakery across the street.

“Woah check it out baby shark! That place looks new. Want to go take a look to see if we get something for dessert later?”

“Sure. I’ll be right here while you go in,” she said balancing the bag on her arm.

Kirishima pouted, “Wait you’re not coming with me?”

“Not this time babe. I’m still a little woozy from the pheromone changes going on. But don’t let me stop you go on and see what’s in there.”

“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly.

She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “Kiri I can handle being outside for a few minutes. You know I’m not weak even for an omega. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned and sighed, “Okay okay. I’ll be as fast as I can okay. Don’t move from here okay.” He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her.

She kissed him back, “I’ll be right here waiting for you, my Alpha~”

Kiri beamed and took off for the bakery. He worries too much.

“Well well well, what do we have here? A set of tits and ass on a cute little body.”

She turned to look at the new voice with a scowl on her face. A strange man was walking towards her.

“Oh come on now. That pretty face should be smiling, won’t you smile for me?” he asked, leaning close to her.

“Fuck off,” she growled, “I’m not interested.”

The stranger raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Play hard to get? Now that’s adorable.” He leaned in even closer and sniffed. “An omega? Even better. How about I mark you and show this body a good time? You’re gonna love being my mate and you look like you’d be a great fuck.”

She slapped him hard, “What part of ‘fuck off’ and ‘not interested’ are you not getting you fucking creep?!” she yelled, then started towards the bakery in a huff.

She was suddenly yanked back hard by her arm as the man grabbed her by the arm. “That wasn’t very nice you omega BITCH!”

He pulled her into an alleyway then threw her against the wall making her cry out in pain. She growled and tried to swing at him but he slapped her making her fall again. He then yanked her up by her hair and held her arms in his other hand,

“Now let’s try that again shall we? An omega like you is good for only one thing and that’s to be fucked and bred by an Alpha like me because we can, got it?”

She tried to kick him but missed, making him yank her hair harder.

“Ooh feisty. I like feisty. It’s gonna make me claiming you all the more-” he paused seeing the bite mark on her neck. “Well, it seems someone has already claimed you. No biggie I’ll just overwrite this pathetic claim for a better one.”

She screamed loudly as she struggled, trying to get away. NO! NO! I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE! I GOTTA GET AWAY! I GOTTA FIND KIRI! She made another attempt to try and kick her captive’s knees to get away, earning a punch to her side.

“WOULD YOU KEEP STILL ALREADY?!” he yelled.

She let out a pained yelp. “L-let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Not a chance. You’re gonna be my mate. Now hold still,” he said as he pulled her close and leaned in to bite over Kirishima’s mark.

A loud growl suddenly rings around them, making them both tense up and whip around.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Kirishima ran and punched the creep then quickly pulled her close to him, growling.  His body shaking with rage.

“K-Kiri?”

His eyes are dark, pupils swollen to the point of almost hiding the red of his iris. He grabs her arms tightly, large hands easily holding her in place as he snaps his head down to press into her neck. Right where his mating bite laid on her sweet tasting skin.

His sharp teeth easily sink in, small spurts of blood hitting his tongue and lips and causing a deep growl to erupt from his chest.

“Mine. My Omega. Mine. ” He growls into her flesh, pressing her soft body to his and grabbing at her clothing to pull her closer.

Blood drips heavily from the punctures and his mouth, staining her shirt and skin with the deep crimson. She could almost compare it to the color of his eyes at that moment. Almost as soon as he grabbed her, he spun around to face the dumbass who decided to challenge his claim on her.

His chin and teeth are stained with her blood, running in small drops down to his neck. He wipes it on his shirt, his fingers going to touch a smaller bite on his own throat. His lips curl into a feral grin.

“What you just did? Very stupid. It seems I need to teach you a lesson on what happens when you challenge an Alpha’s claim.”

He activated his quick and she grabbed for his arm while clutching her side. “Kiri it’s okay. I’m fine baby.”

The other guy laughed, “Wow she really is a useless Omega and it seems like an even more worthless Alpha has claimed her. Then again if I bite over your mark she might be able to be worth something after all.”

Kirishima’s body shook with even more rage than before, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me, you low class Alpha,” the stranger said with a smug expression.

Kirishima gently pushed his omega behind him. “My name is Eijiro Kirishima and after what you did to my mate. I’m going to make sure that every time you hear it you run in fear,” Kiri growled with his body slowly going unbreakable. “Baby, close your eyes and cover your ears. Don’t move until I say so.”

She turned and did what he said, holding her hands tightly to hear ears to muffle the sounds of Kiri and this other alpha fighting. Soon she could hear the sounds of someone running away and an arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Baby shark? It’s okay now. He’s gone,” Kiri murmurs softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

Her head shot up at the sound of his voice. He still had some lingering blood on his chin from earlier but a few new spots had appeared, from the fight. His eyes are wild and full of rage, his breathing heavy, and he seemed to be looking past her towards where the other alpha had fled.

“Kirishima?” she said, while reaching for his cheek.

The sound of her voice made him snap back for a second. He then scooped her up and took off running for their place. Gotta get her to safety Gotta protect her till it heals. When they finally got home he gently put her down then slammed the door shut and locked it. He turned back to face her and just looked into her eyes.

I left her alone. I put her in danger. I’m such an idiot. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, hanging his head down.

“Kiri?” She tentatively calls, reaching up to touch his face and lets her fingers brush under his eye.

His fingers curl tightly around her wrist, keeping it pressed to his cheek as his eyes snap open. While not as wild as before, she can still see the beast lingering in his gaze and it was staring at her hungrily. His breathing is still heavy and tinted with a growl, nose flaring as he inhales her scent.

Clearing her throat and, with a slight blush, says: “Alpha?”

She didn’t see it coming. One moment they were standing in the entryway of their apartment and the next she is flat on the floor. Kiri dives down and locks their lips together, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh as he slides his tongue along hers. His hands eagerly grab thighs and press them to his waist, rutting his clothed cock against her.

Sweet moans and whines fill his ears, tickling his tongue, as he grinds and humps against her covered slit. The more he moves, the more her dress rides up until it’s pooled around her belly. As Kiri tries to slide a hand under it, the fabric pulls from where it’s stuck under her ass and he growls in frustration.

With a sharp tug, he feels the material give and yanks it away from her body to expose it to his hungry gaze. Her bra is next to be torn and discarded. Her breasts lightly bounce from the movement, teasing him until he dips down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Omega. Mine. My Omega. ” He growls into her skin, sitting up slightly to stare into her eyes as he rips off her panties. Then, he stops, leaning back more to look over her.

Her hair is like a halo around her head, the setting sun shining in through the window casting beautiful light and shades over her body. The fresh bite marks- his bite marks -on her neck and breast have small, thin streams of blood painting her skin, the taste of it still on his teeth.

Her lips are parted and inhale precious air, her own nose twitching cutely as she takes in his scent. Pupils blown wide, her iris almost completely hidden. A loud, deep purr rumbles in his chest. Yes. This is his omega . His baby shark.

“Alpha?” She whimpers, shifting her hips to try and coax him back into moving.

“Mine. ” Is all he says before shoving down his pants to pull out his swollen cock.

He rubs the tip of it over her slit, crooning when she bucks and tries to shove down onto his dick. He pushes the head in and lets go to push her legs back against her chest, holding behind her knees tightly as he sinks in smoothly. A long, drawn out moan rips from her chest, her head knocking back onto the floor.

“Alpha please- ” She pants, reaching down to press her fingers against his abdomen. The firm muscles flex under her touch. “I need it- more more more please~ ”

“I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already going crazy from my cock.” Kiri chuckles breathlessly, leaning over and pressing more against her. “I wonder what you’ll do when you finally get my knot~”

He can feel her entire body tremble at his words, her cunt clamping down tighter around his dick. He purrs and dips down, licking a stripe over the claiming mark on her neck. He slowly draws his hips back, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back just as slowly. Each drag digs into her sweet spot, making her legs spasm.

She quickly reaches up and loops her arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and creating deep red scratches. Kiri groans at the sting, hips moving quicker.

“That’s it, baby shark, scratch me up. I’ve claimed you so much, you should be able to do the same right?” He laughs and nuzzles her jaw. “Make sure they’re nice and pretty for me ok? I want to show them off as much as possible. Make all the others jealous of the fact I’ve got the sweetest little omega~”

A sharp hiss escapes his lips when she pushes her nails in deeper, moaning in approval. He lets one of her legs go and presses his fingers to her stomach, rubbing up and down in time with his thrusts. He can feel a small bump moving underneath them, his cock stretching her so much to create the bulge.

The alpha in him wanted it to be from something else, not just his cock. But that could be discussed later. His omega slowly grows more agitated when she feels the beginning of his knot swelling against her pussy. It briefly catches on the stretched muscles, driving her crazy.

“Alpha please- Knot me, I-I want your knot!” She sobs, looping her free leg behind his back to try and push him in completely. “Knot my pussy and fill me up with your cum until I’m full and dripping~”

His eyes darken at her words and a deep growl erupts from his chest. His sweet omega, saying such things while he is like this… He slows his hips, shushing her while gently thrusting his knot into her hole. He can see her eyes roll into the back of her head, body twitching and trembling while a large wetness splatters along his thighs and cock.

“Did you just cum from my knot entering you, omega?” He asks, voice much deeper and gravely. “Hold on then, baby shark- I’m far from done with you.”

Using the few inches of space between them, he lets loose. The bottom of his knot spreads her cunt and creates loud, wet smacks. Kiri’s fingers dig into her skin, creating more rosepetal bruises on her body. A few more thrusts and he is forced to press fully against her, grinding his hips down as his breathing becomes ragged.

“F-fuck- I’m gonna- gonna fill you up. Just like you wanted. So fucking sweet…” He growls, feeling her pussy spasm around his cock again as she cums for the second time.

He isn’t far behind. Some of his cum leaks out, making him growl and press even tighter against her. It takes a bit before his knot slowly lets her go, and he pulls back to sit on his knees. His gaze travels over her entire, thoroughly fucked, body and purrs happily at the sight she makes with his marks and cum.

But something in him was still growling and pacing. Kiri cups her cheek, catching her gaze and grins when she makes a small chirping noise. As much as he loves her voice, hearing her cute little omega sounds was always welcomed.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you baby shark?” He asks, easily lifting her from the floor and into his arms. His feet make gentle sounds against the carpet as he carries her to their room. “I still need to mark you completely- I won’t stop until your entire body is covered in my marks~”

She sinks into the bed, the blankets cocooning her. Kiri lays between her legs and looks over the mess he made. In the small amount of movement she’s done, streaks of cum are painted down the side of her thighs and ass. He croons and lifts her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling and smelling the mix of scents.

His teeth sink repeatedly into the flesh of her thigh, tasting the salt of her sweat and the small drops of cum. No shorts for a while, not with the amount of hickies and teeth punctures in her flesh. He pulls back and vies into her cunt, licking up the mixture of their cum and suckles on her clit.

“Oh fuck, omega, you taste so good with your alpha’s cum inside your pretty pussy.” He moans against her, feeling her hands dig into his hair and pull every time his tongue dips into her slit. “I can’t get enough~”

Her sweet moans blend with the sloppy noises of his mouth attacking her pussy, his own moans and growls rumbling against the sensitive nerves. He sits there for what feels like forever, bringing his omega to the edge countless times until she is limp and only whimpering his name and ‘alpha’. That is when he finally is finished.

He pulls away and licks his lips, his fingers following after he wipes his chin and cheeks. Kiri turns his attention back to his baby shark, tilting his head at her heavily flushed face.

“Omega?” He whispers, slowly crawling over her and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She blinks up at him, before a loopy smile appears on her face and she reaches up to cup his.

“Alpha… love… you…” She whispers, voice hoarse and quiet.

Kirishima smiles and nuzzles into her neck purring, “I love you too, pebble. My baby shark, my omega. My one and only mate.”

He carefully picked her up and held her close to his chest grinning at seeing his marks all over her skin. “You okay baby shark? I didn't hurt ya did I?"

She shakes her head still dazed and reaches for his face, he obliges and moves in to give her many soft kisses. “Let’s get you properly cleaned up and some food in ya.”

After both had bathed they sat on the bed cuddled close as Kirishima ordered some food since they really didn’t have the energy to go out and Kirishima was still on edge from earlier. Just thinking about it made him pull her closer.

“Hey Kiri?” she said softly.

He looked at her, somewhat nervous as to what it was she was gonna say. “Y-yea baby?”

“I don’t feel woozy anymore. I think...I think the changes are done. Isn’t that great?!” she said excitedly.

Kiri paused. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you? You saved me from a creep today. What’s there to be mad about?”

“I left you alone and put you in danger! That bastard tried to-”

She crashed her lips on his kissing him deeply before caressing his cheek, “Eijiro Kirishima, you saved your mate from a creepy bastard and you think I’d be mad? I would never be mad at my hero, my alpha who I love so much,” she said nuzzling into his neck. He blushed hard before hugging her tight and giggling. “Kiri! Too tight!”

“Oops sorry pebble. I’m just so relieved that you’re okay and that you’re not mad or scared of me. I would never want anything bad to happen to you by me or anyone else,” he said kissing her forehead.

She smiled and yawned, nuzzling even closer. “Aww my omega is sleepy. Take a nap baby shark and I’ll wake you when the food gets here okay?”

She nodded and mumbled, “I love you Kirishima, my alpha.” before falling asleep in his arms.

“I love you too, my precious, beautiful mate.” He held her close and caressed her sides as she slept so that even in sleep she would know he was there keeping her safe.

[msmarvelwrites]

Coming Home

Summary: Loving Natasha was hard, but losing her was something you were never equipped to handle. Until she comes home.

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Warnings: fluff and feels, explicit language, smut, oral (f receiving- they’re gay bro), a little sprinkle of angst because I can’t help myself.

Word Count: 2.1K

Authors Note: For the incredible @sweeterthanthis’s request ‘Natasha + drunk sex + “believe it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”’ Thank you so much you sweet angel baby.

You watched as Steve disappeared into thin air, waiting on bated breath as seconds turned to excruciating minutes. Worry began to sizzle between your small group of friends. Finally, after what felt like hours he reappeared in a flash of white light on the tarmac. Steve took a step, a smug smile playing on his lips... And that's when you saw her.

Natalia Romanoff.

She looked like someone out of folklore, standing there with her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes clutched to Steve’s arm as if she would topple over any moment. She glowed, you thought, as the setting sun beyond illuminated her hair.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, vision blurry as the sound of her melodic giggle melted over you. The hours you had spent longing to hear it, pretending it was ringing in your ears suddenly didn't do it justice. Like windchimes by the lake.

“Oh my god.” You managed to choke out, your hand coming to cover your mouth as tears began to well in your burning eyes.

Your feet were moving before you could stop them, body taking control as they pulled to her. To a thousand ‘what if’s’. To the woman who haunted your every thought since she had disappeared from your life. You had realised many things since you brought back the stones, one being you were completely and unchangeable in love with your best friend.

“Nat.” You hiccuped on your sobs, calling her attention to you. Her eyes softened the moment they found you, smile pulling wider across her lips as she called your name. You held your arms around your waist, terrified if you let go you’d fall apart. Horrified that this might all be another dream. That she wasn't really standing before you, whole and just as perfect as she had left you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss me much?” The words fell from her lips smooth like syrup.

You couldn't speak, to overcome with relief the moment her hand touched yours, pulling you hard against her body as her arms wrapped around your trembling form.

“Cause’ I missed you.”

Tony’s computer monitor was all that illuminated the lab where you had snuck off to when the party began to get out of hand. As soon as Thor brought out his Asgardian sludge you knew it was time to head out. Of course, they all had a good reason to celebrate. But the day's events finally started to sink in, your mind and body tired as relief and solace hung heavy on your heart.

You perched yourself on the windowsill looking out at the rolling hills as the sky began to favour the stars, reflecting to yourself, or so you thought. Your mind was still buzzing with unanswered questions, whirling and drifting in and out of a state of disbelief.

She’s really here, you had to keep reminding yourself. She came back.

Three faint knocks on the glass wall shook you from your thoughts, pulling you back to the dim lab. You looked up, heart hammering in your chest the moment your eyes adjusted to the light.

“Hey babe.” She called, her voice lulling a smile to your lips. You couldn't control it if you wanted to.

One of the side effects of loving Nat.

“Can I join you?”

You nodded your head, patting the empty ledge beside you as she shuffled across the room. The half empty vodka bottle in her hand sloshed a little as she walked, reminding you of just how many spirits you had indulged in that night.

“I still can’t believe you're real.” You mumbled, your eyes scanning over her face as if to memorise her beauty. You hadn't before, when she didnt come back. It was one of your greatest regrets.

“Honestly, I’m still a little foggy on how I’m here, too.” She assured you, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. “But I am. I promise.” her voice was hushed as her soft fingers came to dance along your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I missed you so much, Nat. I thought I’d never see you again… I thought-”

She pulled you against her chest then, her hands running over your back as she held you tight. Her touch melted over you, lulling you calm again.

“I think you need a drink.” She chuckled as you sniffled back another sob. You nodded your head, taking the bottle from her hands and bringing it to your lips, wincing as the liquid courage danced on your tongue.

“I almost couldn't do it, ya know.” Nats words called your attention back to her, your eyes drifting to her lips as she spoke. “All my life I’ve been searching for something to fill this void… Maybe if I hadn't met Steve… Hadn’t met you, the decision would have been easy.”

You gaped at her, the confession hanging in the air.

“I wished it was me who jumped.” You finally spoke, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as sorrow flashed across her face.

“Why would you say something like that?” She snapped, her words hitting you in the gut with force.

“How could I? Nat, how could you? You left me, left all of us. You have no idea what it was like to- to…” You stumbled, alcohol clouding your judgment.

“To what?” She pressed, searching your eyes for answers as you brought the bottle to your lips again, swallowing down your pride.

“To lose my best friend. The person who was supposed to be there… I was supposed to tell you...” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. The look of Nat’s face telling you everything you already knew.

“I was going to tell you… Before you left, but I figured I’d just see you in a minute… Like you said.” You sighed, the memory replaying through your mind like a broken record. It had since she left.

“What are you talking about?”

It was now or never. You knew it, and god you had waited too long already. Your heart hammered in your chest, body trembling as you met her gaze. Every fiber in your being was pulling you to her until you couldn't fight it any longer. Slowly, as if you might scare her, you reached your hand up cup the column of her throat, your thumb running softly against her jaw.

Nats eyes flicked to your lips, her body still as all the air in the lab seemed to dissipate in a breath.

“I mean look at you? God, do you have any idea how hard it is to be in the same room as you and not want to…? Shit, this isn’t how I… Okay, so what I’m trying to say is… Fuck-”

The moment her lips were on yours it was like every thought caught flame and sizzled away. You shivered against her, body searing hot against the touch as her hands held your face. You swear your heart had fallen out of your chest the moment her tongue ran across your lips, begging for more until she was climbing on top of you, hands tangled in your hair.

She growed down into you, her hips moulding with yours as you moaned into her mouth. It was all too much, your heart going into overdrive as her hands fumbled with your t shirt dress. Slowly she dragged it up and over your head, disregarding it somewhere on the floor and instantly attaching her lips to your throat.

“Fuck.” You breathed, hands holding the globes of her ass as you tried to move, overestimating your strength as your bodies toppled over onto the ground, giggles spilling from your lips.

Silence hung heavy between you as you stared at each other, both frozen and unsure of your next moves. Nat opened her mouth to speak but her words caught in her throat.

“I’m in love with you.” You choked out, the words tumbling from your drunken lips.

“I know…” It was all the confirmation you needed, crawling across the floor and pinning her down. Your lips collide with hers, aching, longing to touch her in all the places you craved.

Her tongue parted your lips, moaning ever so softly as your hands ghosted along her curves. You needed her, more than you’d ever needed somebody. Your whole body quivered under her touch, your core pooling with desire as her fingers roamed the waistband of your panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words echoed around your mind. “Can I taste you?” The question hung in the air as if it had to be answered. Still, you whimpered out a affirmation as her hand dipped under the fabric, fingers gliding around your sex, everywhere but the place you needed her most.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this for me?” She teased, lips crashing onto yours as your fumbled with her shirt, finally untucking it from her pants and throwing it somewhere across the room.

“Fuck, yes.” You managed to mumble out, your lip caught between your teeth as you shivered, her fingers feathering over your slick.

“Bet you taste so good, sweetheart.” She spoke, words dripping with desire. You were practically vibrating against her touch, grinding your hips against her fingers as they parted your sloppy folds. Skillfully, she circled your throbbing clit, watching you from above as you fell apart beneath her.

“That’s it, baby.” She cooed, peppering kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until she was between your thighs. You watched her, breath caught in your throat as she slowly pulled your ruined panties down your legs, tossing them onto the floor.

“Is this okay?” The words startled you for a moment, as you looked down at her hesitating eyes. “We’re drunk and I don’t want you to think-“

“I’m not that drunk.” You interjected, delirious on her beauty.

“Me neither.” She admitted, chuckling softly to herself as she started again, running her index finger against your clit and gliding it deep inside you.

You threw your head back, soft moans falling from your lips as she pumped into you at an agonizing pace.

“Please, Nat.” You begged, desperate for her mouth. “I need you.”

As if the words commanded her, she sunk down, bringing her mouth to your glistening cunt and dipping her tongue into your plump folds. A hushed scream fell from your mouth, careful not to call attention to the activities taking place in Tony’s lab. But as her warm tongue lapped against your throbbing clit, you were shattered. Broken moans laced with profanity and pleasure tumbled from your lips as she sucked on your pussy, lapping at you as you melted into her mouth.

“Just like that.” You uttered, the coil in your belly beginning to tighter as she fucked into you, the vulgar squelching sounds filling the room around you. You were so close, getting off on the mere imagine of Natasha between your thighs.

“Cum for me, y/n. Let me taste it. I want to swallow every drop.” The words were your final demise, your body shaking as the impending orgasm ripped through you, so built up you squirted into her mouth and down her chin. Evidence of your euphoria dripping onto the floor in a puddle beneath you.

“Look at you,” she panted- face slick with your juices as she licked her lips. You physically shuddered at the sight. “You’ve made such a mess. Somebody better clean-“

“You have made a mess, would you like me to assist you?” FRIDAY’S voice echoed through the room, startled you both apart as you scrambled for an item of clothing to cover yourself.

“N-no!” You stuttered out, horrified as if the A.I were watching you.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to get you a mop? Would you like me to notify Mr. Stark?”

“NO!” You both screamed at once. Nat looked just as horrified as you, hand slapped over her mouth as she desperately tried to hold back her laugher.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” You breathed out, head in your lap as Nat wonder around the room collecting your abandoned clothing.

“I can’t believe an Alexa just cock blocked me” you shook your head, causing her to fall on the floor laughing.

“I don’t think she likes it when you call her that.” She warned as you rolled your eyes, a smile full of content playing on your lips.

“Wanna know somethin?” she started tossing your clothes in your lap as you shrugged on the crumbled fabric, “Believe you it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”

You lost it at that, head falling back as you tried to catch your breath. Natasha sank down onto her knees, her hands coming to cup your face.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” You whispered against her lips.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy, babe.”

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[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Bokuto x reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, noncon/dubcon, breath plAy, squirting, just read at your own risk

Closer

I stumbled around the frat house looking for my roommate. I was highly intoxicated. Slurring my words and could barely stand up without moving around. She was no where to be seen. I used the wall to keep my balance and had to mentally correct myself. There was way too many people in this house. I jumped when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around and could barely even see who it was. My vision was blurred and I wasn’t wearing my glasses or contacts so that made it even worst. “Huh?” I said. “YN it’s me, Bokuto!” I barely even heard the person say their own name. My ears picked up ‘toe’ and I searched through my mind trying to remember whose name has ‘toe’ in it. Oh! Bokuto. “You don’t look so good.” He said. I still didn’t understand what he was saying. “I’m tryin’ go dorm.” I slurred. I saw his head move up and down, he pulled me by the arm. He led me outside and we rounded a corner to his car. I didn’t know he drove. The fresh air felt so good unlike the stuffy house I was just in. He put me in the passenger seat and I heard his trunk opening and closing. When he got into the drivers seat he handed me a water bottle. I greedily drunk the whole bottle and sighed. I’ve been drinking nothing but dark liquor all night and this water really hit the spot. It even cleared me up a little. Bokuto talked while he drove but I was too focused on the night sky to even care about what he was saying. I actually didn’t even know he was talking until he touched my thigh. “Huh?” I asked him, I stared at the hand that rested on my thigh. Too drunk to move it. My head tiredly turning to look at him while still leaning on the window. “I asked if you’re in a relationship.” He repeated. I shook my head and looked back out the window. My eyes began to droop close.

I woke up when the engine cut off. The rumbling of the car stopped. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. “Are we here?” I asked. The small nap did sober me up a little more but my body still was intoxicated. We were not even close to the dorms. He pulled over at the side of the road and I could barely even see behind the trees. Where were we? “Not yet.” He unbuckled his seat belt and reached over me. My chair leaned all the way back and he unbuckled my seat belt as well. “What are you doing?” I asked about to sit up. His hands pushed my shoulders back. “Relax.” He had told me. My body calmed down but my heart was nearly pounded out of my chest. He climbed over me and his hands pushed up my dress. “Um, I don’t think I want to do this.” I stopped his hand and pushed myself back. “I promise I’ll be gentle. You can trust me.” He brushed his hand over my cheek. My mind was scrambled all I knew was that this was wrong. I didn’t want him touching me like this. He pulled my hand away and held my wrist tightly. Tight enough to leave a bruise, I couldn’t even twist my hand. “Bokuto,” I whispered it was more like a pathetic cry for mercy. He shushed me and kissed my cheek before pulling up my dress again. I whined and tried to wiggle out from under him. “You’re so pretty. When in first saw you I was truly fascinated by you. At first I thought it was infatuation and so I tried many times to sleep with you but you, *chuckles*, you were too smart. I like that. You made me want you more.” My other hand gripped his arm when I felt him touching my panty. “As I got closer to you, I started falling for you.” He ripped my panty and threw them somewhere in the car. I gasped and bucked my hips frantically when he palmed my vagina feeling my arousal already seeping down my leg. I swear it was the liquor, not me. “Please don’t do this.” I begged him. He pouted and asked why not? “I’ve been nice to you. I’ve been a excellent friend. All I ask is that we be more than that.” He said. He moved his hand to my thigh and hiked it up. I tried to force my leg back down and he sucked his teeth. He sat up and quickly pulled down his pants exposing his dick. He wasn’t completely hard but when he stroked himself he became erect. My eyes widened at his size. It was very proportionate to his body, thick and big. I twisted around and tried to open the back seat door but it was locked. He pulled me down by my leg, causing me to lose balance and hit my chin. I whinced and tears poured from my eyes. Bokuto ignored the heavy thud of my jaw on his door and laid me on my back as he spread my legs. I pushed his head and clawed at his skin but my attempts to fight back barely fazed him. My body was so weak. I cried out when I felt him pressing against my hole. My hands pushed his chest and my feet tried to push his hips away by he pushed my thighs into my chest. He looked up at me and back down to my hole a couple of times. “No!” I shook my head. He didn’t listen though. He moved his hips sinking his dick into me. I screamed and my hands clutched his shirt, wrinkling the fabric. My hole stretching to his size, he stared down watching himself disappear into me. Looking at the tiny spot of blood stain his penis, expanding my tight cunt just so he could fit. I wasnt as wet as I could be and it made it more painful than needed be. He grunted when he felt my walls squeeze and flex around him. “Please stop! Stop! I don’t want this!” I cried. “Ugh, your so tight! Fuck!” He yelled over me. His eyes squeezed shut and his hands squeezed my thighs tighter digging his nails into my skin. His hips crashed down into mine, forcing the rest of his dick inside of me. I let out a high pitch scream and arched my back. It was painful but pleasurable. Nothing compared to it. My thighs quaked in his grasp and he let out a heavy sigh.

Tears falling down my cheeks as he breathed heavily over me, slowly lowering his chest down to mine. Releasing my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. “Hold onto me.” He commanded. Unable to do anything else I listened to him and put my arms around his neck, sniffling and trying not to choke on my tears. He kissed my collar bone, my neck and finally placed his lips on mine. Giving me two pecks before a chaste kiss. He grind his hips against mine, moaning on my lips as his dick rubbed my cervix. How was he so deep? More tears streamed from my eyes. I let out a shaky cry and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into my mouth. Sloppily kissing me. My body heated up just from the kiss, my hands pulled his shirt and my chest arched into his when he pressed his dick a certain way. I involuntarily whined and moaned. His lips tugged into a smile as he continued kissing me. Everything happening in a matter of seconds but felt like an eternity. The alcohol and my body disobeyed my mind and began to succumb to him. The shame in me flying away as more moans left my lips. He pulled his chest back and stared at down at me, watching me pant out hot air. His hands wiped the tears from my face and he smiled softly at me. “I’m going to move now.” He said. His hips pulled back and he snapped them back. “Aah!” I cried out. It hurt, more than when he first put it in. This time the pain was deep and at my stretched hole. I clutched his shirt tightly and neatly choked him, the fabric stretched and tore a tiny bit. He moved his hips against mine, pushing my walls to give himself space. My legs locked themselves around his waist making it hard for him to move. He tapped my thigh and I shook my head no, I didn’t want him to move. His hand slapped my Outter thigh harshly, I jumped and loosened my legs. The next thrust made the car move, we both felt it. Bokuto got excited when he made the car shake, so he thrust in me again the same way. “Please! Wait!” I tugged his shirt. “Shh, it’ll feel good soon I promise you just need to get used to it. No more tears baby girl.” He bucked his hips into me again and again. Setting at steady pace, each thrust powerful and a loud moan erupted from my throat. “So beautiful,” He said lowly. His hand trailed down to my clit and he used one finger to rub small circles over it. My eyes crossed at the sensation and my body seized. It felt so good. “S-so good. F-feels good! Mmmm-ah!” When I started praising the feeling He sped up the pace. “Yes baby girl. Tell me how good you’re feeling.” His eyes staring into mine as he fucked me. His thrust were beginning to become too much for me. I pulled myself up and he sat back. I bounced on his lap as his hips thrust up. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He chanted. His hands pulling my hips down harshly. His dick abusing my cervix. My mind clouded and overwhelmed with lust and pleasure. “Much! ‘S much! Please!” I babbled over him, unable to form a proper sentence. My body was overwhelmed. He licked his thumb and put it on my clit and my body shook. My hands gripped his shoulders as my stomach bloated. My vagina gushing over him as my orgasm shot waves off ecstasy through my body. A silent scream left my mouth and he moved his hands to the neckline of my dress and tore it apart. He sucked on my breast and forced me to continue bouncing. I wheezed and moaned as he fucked me through my orgasm.

My legs were tired and my body was spent. Finish! That’s all i wanted him to do. Just finish. He lifted me up and off of his dick and put me on my knees. He plunged back in and pulled my hair. My hands on the window, I just noticed how foggy the windows are. Both of us panting and moaning as the car rocked back and forth. His hand slapped my ass aggressively and he growled behind me, pulling my head back more making my back arch. I let out a ugly cry when his movements became sloppy. His nails drawing blood at my hip as his nails dug into my skin, way too deep. “Stop! Hurt!” I cried again. My hands trying to hold onto anything as he gave my pussy no mercy. “Almost! Nngh! Done! Oh Shit!” His voice was deep and loud. He shoved my head down and fucked me vigorously. “Touch your clit baby, cum for me again.” He instructed me. My fingers touched my clit and I gasped at how wet I was. When my fingers rubbed my clit my body slumped and my hips feel as I instantly came over him. My eyes rolled back and my other hand scratched the leather seat. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah fuck!” His hips stuttered. His cum spilling into my womb. But he didn’t pull out. He pressed my head into the seat and nearly suffocated me. I felt him twitching inside me and his hissing breath above me. My hole clenched over him, milking him dry as his dick began to soften. Finally pulling out of my now sensitive hole and letting our mixed fluids escape my body. I pulled my body up and tried to sit up but he pulled me back into his lap. My back on his chest as he held a hand under my vagina and pushed on my stomach catching our mixed fluids in his hand. He brought it up to my lips, “lick it.” He said. I held his wrist and dragged my tongue from the bottom of his hand to his fingers. “Good girl.” He praised. He kissed my shoulder and massaged my waist.

He set me down in the back seat and I passed out tired and numb. When I woke up I was entirely naked. I jumped up but whinced and hissed in pain and looked around. This wasn’t my room. I felt moving beside me. Bokuto flipped over his pillow and hugged it. I slowly backed away, covering my body with the sheets. He stirred awake and rubbed his eyes. “Good morning baby.” He geeeted me. He looked over to the wall and looked at his clock, 2:56 pm. He sat up and reached out to me, cupping my cheek. “What happened last night?” I asked. My whole body was bruised up. Dark spots all over my brown skin. He grabbed his phone and searched through it. When he found what he was looking for he put it in my face. I was in his bed sucking his dick. He recorded that?! I didn’t even know or care.

My jaw ached as I sucked him. Bokuto pushed my head down more and moaned loudly. Small moans vibrated over his dick from me. Unaware of the flash that was giving me far too much light. He pulled my head back and thick bubbly saliva covered my mouth and connect the tip of his dick to my lips. I pumped him as he made sure to record the drool that left my mouth. I ignored the phone and looked up at him, sticking out my tongue and began to pump him faster, putting his tip on my tongue waiting and wanting to catch all his thick cum in my mouth. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. You want my cum? *i nod* so greedy baby.” He chuckled and pushed my head back down making me suck him off again. My mouth hollowed around his cock, loving the flavor of his skin and my saliva with a bit of pre cum. His hand gripped my hair tighter and his thighs squeezed my head as he was about to spill into my mouth. I used my other hand to massage his balls and his toes curled behind me. He forced my head into his pelvis, his cock hitting deep in my throat as he spilled his semen down my throat and I drank it hungrily. Groaning and shaking my head to add to his pleasure. He was loud above me and it aroused me more. “I love you so much!” He panted as his body relaxed. His hand no longer on my head and thighs not squeezing me anymore. I pulled back and his dick left my mouth with a small pop sound. My dress, around my hips, tattered and destroyed. I pulled it off and looked at him. He got off his bed and set the phone up where everything was visible to who ever views it. “Please again!” I begged him. Bokuto laughed as he got into the bed, on his knees as he pulled me close. He wiped the saliva from my mouth and kissed me nastily. His tongue tasting his cum in my mouth and he moaned a little. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him put me on my back gently. “What do you want me to do?” He asked me while kissing my jaw. “Eat me out, please.” I begged, spreading my legs and holding them back with my hands. “You like how I do it?” I nodded and he snickered. He dipped down and gave my slit a long lick. I bit my lip as he stared at me. His mouth sucked on my clit and my eyes rolled back. He made me feel so good so fast. He turned me into his whore over night. The alcohol no longer in my system to cloud my thoughts and numb the pleasure. It was like I hit a high of ecstasy without drugs. I loved it. I loved him. His fingers fucked my hole and I was already so close. My walls clenching over his fingers and he smiled knowing I was really close to another orgasm. My nails scratched my skin and I let out a loud cry. “Aah! Please more! I want more! Please!” I begged him. His tongue lapped my clit vigourouly and his fingers pushed against a spot that made my whole body shake. My eyes crossed and I tried to push his head away. He didn’t stop and even followed me as I pushed my self back. Moaning over my clit sending overwhelming vibrations though my body. My leg pushed his shoulder finally getting his tongue off my clit but his fingers still fucked me. I whined and cried my stomach bloated and I felt like it was going to pop. He moved his thumb over my clit and moved his fingers faster until I squirted. My back arched and my eyes shut close. My legs clamped together and I turned onto my side. My whole body shook as my orgasm rocked through me.

“Good job baby. Very good, would you like my cock as a reward?” He praised me. As if he said the magic words, I nodded my head and whined. My body still shaking but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more. I spread my legs and he pulled my hips towards his lap. Slapping his dick over my cunt a few times. My hips jumped and he sank his dick inside me again. My hole so wet and molded to his dick that it was easy for him to just slide right in. “Your insides are so warm. And your walls hug me so nicely.” He stroked my thighs. I moaned a little and bucked my hips. “This, is goin’ to hurt.” He smiled evilly. He moved his hips back and slammed into me. A loud wet smack emitted from our connected body’s. My ass and thighs jiggled from the hard thrust. “Ahhh!” I screamed. It did hurt. But the pain was almost numbing. Why did it feel like that? He thrust again and my teeth clenched. His thrust got faster and harder. I used my hand to push his hips away but he pinned my hands above my head. “No, take it like a a god girl. This is going to be the last time I fuck you tonight so enjoy it.” He said against my cheek. My body convulsed as sudden orgasm washed over me. Was it his words? Or was it the way his dick hit my cervix? “Yes daddy.” I agreed to his words and he stopped. His free hand wrapped around my neck. Applying pressure making me gasp for air. When did he get so dominant? What made him turn from the friend I liked to a dirty dom who fucked me like a whore he hated? His hips snapped into mine and my moans turned in high pitched cries. “So fucking good. You like daddy’s cock fucking you like this?” His hand made it impossible for me to let out anything more than a squeak. His eyes clouded with dominance as he fucked me through many orgasms, denying his own just so I would be sore for weeks. He kissed me and I knew I was done for. I couldn’t breathe and it was adding to my pleasure. I was now deeply in a subconscious that had me seeing white. Biting my lip and smiling as my neck bruised and my pussy swelled around his dick. He grunt and nearly howled with each thrust. He let go of my hands and neck and used my hips to fuck me rougher. His pace now fast and sloppy. No rhythm or coordination, just mindles pounding. My eyes crossed as I tried to hold out as long as I could. With one final thrust we both cried out as we orgasmed together.

The memory was so vivid in my head. The after care was so nice but we both passed out after he wiped me clean. That was last night though. I looked at him and he gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry I won’t send it to anyone, my eyes only I promise. But you should lay back down, you could hurt your body if you force yourself to move too much. You’re not fully awake.” He told me. Gently helping me back into the bed. His fingers trailing my neck, I whinced when he touched the bruise that was there. My body covered in them. “I really did a number on you. I’m sorry baby.” He pecked my lips and played with my hair. Bokuto pulled the sheets over my shoulder and tucked me into his bed before he got out. I watched him get dressed. When he was done he kissed my forehead. “I’ll get us food.” He said. “And I’ll stop by your room for some stuff.” He added before leaving.

[mandoalorian]

Can I request a soulmate au with anyone you see fit? I don’t mind I just love that sort of mushy stuff, CONGRATULATIONS ON TWO HUNDRED FOLLOWERS

Soulmates [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Authors Note: you may recognise a quote in here from Dawson's Creek— if you spot it, I love you. it's something that has always resonated with me a lot. This was so fun to write. If you followed me on twitter the chances are you'll know all about Lady Lord and she does make a brief cameo in here :) I've found a new passion and that is writing domestic dad! Maxwell. Anyways, thank you for the amazing request, I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: angst but it's funny I swear— light hearted fluff and just a little ~sexual tension~ but nothing explicit.

Rating: 15 (just to be safe!)

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Summer 1993

Maxwell tucked his daughter into bed and switched on the nightlight. "What book would you like me to read to you tonight?" Maxwell asked, pushing the reading glasses that were perched on his nose into a more comfortable place. He kneeled down, his back aching slightly with age, and flicked through the many children's book your child had the privilege of owning.

"Daddy?" your daughter asked, shuffling around slightly under her pink silk bedding. She reached over and grabbed her favourite teddy bear, nursing it in her arms.

"Yes princess?" Maxwell replied, pausing momentarily from looking through his daughters books and turning to face the little girl. Her eyes were big and sparkling, and they reminded Maxwell of your own eyes.

"What's a soulmate?" her voice was sweet like honey, innocence dripping from her tongue as she blinked her pretty eyes with curiosity.

Maxwell pondered for a moment, hesitation filling his gut. Maybe this would be a better conversation for you to have with her; he thought. Maxwell was never really good at explaining such topics, or talking about feelings. But, this was his daughter— and she was as pure as could be. He wanted her to know. He wished that his parents had told him of the concept long before he found out about it.

Maxwell straightened himself up and shuffled closer to his daughter. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his chest. She shuffled her head slightly trying to get comfortable, but in the process, her hair got caught in the little clip of his suspenders. Maxwell carefully removed her hair and brushed it out of her face. He had never prepared himself for this conversation; so he was just going to do what you always encouraged him to do. Speak from his heart.

"It's uh... Well, it's like a best friend but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself - because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did, or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you will always love them. Nothing can ever change that."

"So… mommy is your soulmate?" your daughter asked her father. Maxwell nodded, a small blush creeping on his cheeks. "Who is my soulmate?"

"I don't know princess, that's something you'll learn for yourself one day." Maxwell said, planting a gentle kiss into his daughter’s forehead. "Why did you ask such a question?"

Your daughter's mouth twisted into a proud smile that could only be comparable to one of Maxwell Lord. "Today, at school, Augustus held my hand during recess. And my friend, Katherina, told me that little Gussy might be my soulmate."

Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows. "Who's Augustus?" he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Augustus Emmeline the third!" Your daughter beamed.

"The third, huh?" Maxwell raised his eyebrow. "My little treasure, you tell daddy if he ever hurts you, okay?"

"Gussy would never hurt me." your daughter rolled her eyes, a small giggle escaping her lips.

Maxwell figured tonight wasn't the best time to explain the woes of heartbreak to his eight year old daughter, so he let her comment slide. He kissed her nose again and turned out her night light. "Get some sleep sweetheart, you have ballet and piano recitals tomorrow."

"Okay daddy, I love you." she shuffled to her side and clutched onto her teddy bear even harder, closing her eyes.

"I love you too." Maxwell smiled before leaving her bedroom.

You were in the kitchen, changing the cat litter, when your husband snuck up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. He rocked his hips into yours, swaying side to side like he was dancing with no music. "What you doing?" Maxwell sing-song’ed in your ear. You laughed, tearing yourself out of his grip.

"Sorting out Lady's litter," you grimaced, nodding your head towards the long haired white cat who was sitting by the back door, innocently staring at you and Max. 

"Thought I could smell something." Maxwell pinched the bridge of your nose and you gave him a roll of your eyes.

"Did she go to sleep okay?" You asked Maxwell, setting the cats litter tray back in place. Lady Lord, your white kitty, mewled a 'thank you' before scurrying off into the living room.

"Yes," Maxwell nodded. "She did, however, ask a strange question," you looked at your husband, prompting a further explanation. "She asked me what a soulmate was."

"She did?" you raised an eyebrow in inquiry, washing your hands in the sink and drying them with a soft towel. "What did you tell her?"

"You know," Maxwell shrugged. "Just spoke from my heart. Like you always tell me too."

You smiled, approaching your husband and tugging on the straps of his suspenders. "Good."

"It reminded me of when we found out we were soulmates." Maxwell smirked and you let out a sigh. "Do you remember?"

"Oh my goodness Max, how could I forget?"

Winter 1984

"I refuse to believe that this monster is my soulmate." you growled, eyeing up Maxwell Lord up and down feeling nothing but disdain for the smarmy businessman.

"Well baby, you better believe it." Maxwell rolled his dark brown eyes, a devilish smirk sprawled across his lips.

It irked you- it angered you. Every little thing he done annoyed you; and now this revelation? You were beginning to believe he was playing a sick prank on you— and he had Diana and Steve in on it as well. You couldn't understand why they'd share Maxwell's malicious intentions against you (or so you presumed they were malicious… everything that man did was suspect), but you wouldn't put it past Maxwell to manipulate them.

"It's true," Diana sighed, shrugging her shoulders casually. "Eros told me himself."

"Eros." you deadpanned, placing your hands on your hips and knotting your eyebrows together in unamusement. In the corner of your eye, you spotted Maxwell's smirk grow as your annoyance festered inside of you.

"Or more commonly known as Cupid," Captain Steve Trevor beamed, innocently spewing out his unwanted explanation.  "Eros is the winged God of Love. He shoots two people with his arrow and they become soulmates. They find each other and they fall in love." You studied Classics at university; of course you knew who Eros was.

"I know who he is!" You spat furiously and Steve raised his hands in defense. You felt your cheeks burn up with anger as the concept of Maxwell Lord being your soulmate dwelled upon you. You turned back to Diana, in hope that there had been some sort of misunderstanding. "Eros’ father is Ares, the God of War. Can we really trust him?"

"His mother is Aphrodite," Diana replied non-chalantely, failing to understand your point. "Besides, Eros is neither Ares nor Aphrodite. We need not to compare the winged God of Love to his parents."

"So, Eros just came and visited you, and told you that myself and the CEO of freaking Black Gold Cooperative are soulmates? There's no way." Before Diana could reply, Maxwell cleared his throat. Your head snapped to face him. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you." You pointed your finger, digging it hard into his chest. He swatted your hand away and straightened his posture under your glare.

"Actually, I found out from this." he brought out a peculiar, amber gem from the pocket of his suit jacket. "Eros just confirmed it."

"You found out from a pretty rock?" You folded your arms across your chest.

"It's a dreamstone-," Maxwell began to explain but you cut him off.

"I don't care." you scoffed, grinding your teeth together in white rage. You turned back to Diana.

"Listen," Diana said, her voice as sweet as honey. She raised her hand and placed it gently on your shoulder, meaning nothing but comfort. "Eros told me that every soulmate shares the same soulmark. Do you… do you have any marks on your body that could be—"

You processed her words, thinking long and hard. "I do, I have a mark on the inside of my thigh." You shuffled around uncomfortable.

"Can I see it?" Maxwell beamed, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

"Not unless you want a fucking lawsuit." You snapped back at him and you watched as his charming but smug smirk fell from his face. He rolled his eyes and took a step back from you. "Diana, is there another way we can make sure that we are soulmates?"

"We could kiss and see what happens?" Maxwell suggested and you clenched your fingers into a fist. Would this man ever learn to shut up.

"It's true, you could kiss and see if you feel anything." Diana pointed out and you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. Maxwell howled with laughter while Steve just stood there, as confused as ever.

You sighed, holding your face in your hands before turning back to Maxwell. "Show me your soulmark."

"Show me yours." Maxwell charmed and you wanted to scream.

"No."

"Yes."

"With all due respect," Steve cleared his throat. "You two argue like an old married couple." He raised an eyebrow and nudged Diana. "Are they always like that?"

"Yes." Diana smirked.

"No we are not!" You and Maxwell yelled in unison.

Your head snapped towards Maxwell and he couldn't help but smile at the angry scowl playing on your lips and the crinkle in between your eyebrows.

"Diana and I are going to head out and get some coffee, do you two want anything?"

You and Maxwell were too busy bickering to hear Steve's polite offer. Pointing your fingers at each other, both of you demonstrating your power struggle as your voices slowly became more raised. Steve and Diana exchanged a look before realising they best be on their merry way.

"My office, now." Maxwell growled in frustration, grabbing your wrist and tugging you into his extravagant office. Usually his micro-agression would have earned him a punch in the arm and string of insults from you, but despite his firm grip on you, his hand slipped down your wrist and his finger interlocked with yours.

You would've pulled away from him. Gritting your teeth together, you could think of a thousand curses to scream at the slimy CEO but instead you were left feeling slightly dazed. There was a spark when his fingers graced the back of your hand. Like genuine electricity. And it had lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. He sat you down on the loveseat by his desk and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Did you feel that?" he asked and you frowned.

"Feel what?" you grumbled.

"That… that spark." Maxwell's hand fell to his hip as he stared at you, perplexed.

Yes, you had, and there was no denying it. Instead, you opted to avoid eye contact. He had his way with people— his charming business strategy. His charisma could make the whole world fall for him. But not you. You wouldn't fall for him.

"So stubborn," Maxwell huffed, as if he was reading your mind. He slipped into the loveseat and sat next to you, his dark eyes gleaming. "You think I wanted this? Of course I didn't. I don't have time for relationships." You scoffed, about to interrupt him but he raised a finger and continued. "I'm too busy. I'm better alone anyway. But we have something special. I hate to admit it, but you can't keep running away from the truth."

He was right. Fuck, he was right and you hated it. All this time you had been shutting out the truth. It was like destiny had brought you two together. You were the complete opposite of Maxwell Lord, but maybe Eros was right for shooting his arrow into you both. Maybe he done it for good reason. Maybe you and Maxwell completed each other.

"You're disgusting," your voice was merely just a croak. You couldn't give up. You had to keep fighting. "You built the foundations of your business on lies. You're a fraudster, a scammer, and you should be in jail." Your own words made your heart shatter.

Maxwell looked away from you, his eyes glossy. Your words stung. "You can hate me all you want, but we were chosen for each other. I don't understand it. I don't think I'll ever understand it. But this happened for a reason."

"How can you be sure?" you whispered.

Maxwell cleared his throat. "The dreamstone… and Eros and… everything Diana has told me. I hate to believe it, but I trust her. She knows better than anyone else." Maxwell shrugged. "And I've felt it. And I know you have too."

"We are literally rivals." Your voice was but a mere whisper.

Maxwell took a step closer to your breaking any distance. You swore you could feel his warm breath tickle against your neck as his words sent shivers down your spine. "Kiss me."

You looked up at his once chocolate brown eyes, now practically ebony and completely lust blown. He gently raised his hand to cup your cheek and swiped his thumb across your jaw. What had happened to you? You were succumbing to him. Because you knew, deep down, it was true. But you remembered Diana's words. A kiss would confirm it.

"I hate you Maxwell Lord." you shook your head before standing on your tippee-toes, matching his height. You tilted your head, the curve of his nose brushing against yours as you pressed your lips against his.

There it was. That same spark. The kiss was hypnotising. At first, you tried to escape the fact you were kissing Maxwell Lord, but as he slung his arm around your waist and pulled your hips into his, you figured you could maybe embrace it. 

You found your hands tugging amongst his dark blonde locks of hair. You always imagined his hair to be greasy, layered in many unnecessary products to keep it perfectly styled throughout the day. But it was soft and well conditioned. As you pulled gently on it he bit on your lower lip and caused a sweet moan to escape your lips. That only spurred him on more, as he dropped his hand and cupped the roundness of your ass.

Both of your hands were settled on his broad shoulders, and he grumbled a little when you pulled on the lapels of his suit jacket, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. The little noise he made sent vibrations straight through your core and on instinct, you pressed your body further into him. 

Maxwell glided his tongue over the plumpless of your lower lip, begging for entry, which of course you granted. You had kissed many people before but it had never felt as intoxicating as this. You couldn't stop. He was your poison, and you were addicted.

But why him. Why would Eros match you with a man like Maxwell Lord? He was cunning… manipulative…an amazing kisser. You pulled your away from him, detaching your lips from his with a pop sound and looked up into his nervous eyes.

"Did you feel anything?" his voice was hoarse and rasp, as if the kiss had took everything out of him.

You couldn't lie anymore. You couldn't kid yourself. You took a deep breath.

"Maxwell, I've felt something for you since the moment I started working here. All my life I've hated you. Your father and your shitty business stole from my family. But when I scored the job at the museum, and when I saw your speech in the main hall, I felt something inexplicably unique. Something I've never felt before. Seeing you stand there and witnessing your charm with my own two eyes ignited something primal within me. I needed you— more than I've ever needed anything before, and I cursed myself for it. You didn't know me, but I knew you. I knew of all the hurt you caused me, and my family, and many other families around the world. I knew of your greed and ruthless nature. And I tried so hard to hate you so bad."

"Everybody thinks they know me, but they don't. Everyone thinks they have me all figured out from my infomercials… or they judge me based on my parents. Let me tell you, I'm not my parents." Maxwell assured you and you offered him a small comforting smile. "I'm sorry Black Gold Cooperative hurt your family. I know it might not seem like it, but I'd never want to hurt anyone."

And for some reason, you believed him. You saw the kindness in his eyes. You knew he was genuine. You had gathered up so much hate for him over the years. So much anguish. You never thought you'd ever be able to forgive him.

"Eros put us together for a reason." you whispered and Maxwell tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I think we can make this work." he told you, his voice quiet and of a deeply pleasant nature.

"Yeah, me too." you replied, your heart fluttering.

"So…. about that soulmark on the inside of your thigh."

"My lawyer is one of the best in the country Lord, don't try me." You winked before flicking your hair and leaving his office, the door slamming behind you.

This was going to be the start of something amazing.

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Take it Slow - Part Forty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Wait, so let me get this straight…one second he’s telling you that I’m going to smack you around, and the next you’re hugging and it’s all good?” Harry was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s my dad.”

“Jesus, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I told him off a little…I’m sure that’ll come back to bite me in the ass at some point.” He wraps his arms around you. “I’m happy it’s all out in the open now. Everyone that needs to know, knows.”

“I’m really happy too.” He leans down and kisses you.

“Do we have any chocolate?”

“Chocolate?”

“Yeah, I need to eat some chocolate…like now.” You break from the embrace and rummage through your cabinets. “Ah ha!” In the very back of your cabinet you find a can of chocolate frosting. You grab a spoon and crack it open, taking a decent size bite. “Mmmm, oh my god.” You moan with your mouth full. Harry’s jaw drops. “What?” You ask, swallowing.

“If you had given me a second to answer, I would’ve told you I bought more ice cream at the market today.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But, I guess that works too.”

“I used to bake a lot. It helps relieve stress. I always keep a can of frosting and a box of cake mix at the ready when I need to blow off some steam. This was an emergency.” You put the spoon in again and lick the frosting off like a popsicle. Harry desperately wanted to be that spoon. “Want some?”

“Sure.” He walks over to you. You stick your finger into the frosting and hold it out innocently to him.

“Open.” You say with a grin. He smirks and opens his mouth. He sucks all the frosting off your finger and it sends a shiver up your spine. “Good, right?”

“Delicious.” He bites his bottom lip. “I have sort of, um, a fun idea.”

“Lay it on me.” You lick the corners of your mouth.

“Well, it seems you like lickin’ that up so much. Why not put some on me, and lick it off?” You nearly choke on the frosting.

“And where exactly would you like to me lick this off of?”

“I think you know where.” Your cheeks flush, but you’re horny, so you’re into it.

“Okay.”

“Really?” You were saying yes to so many things lately. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Mhm. I really like the way you taste as is, this is just a bonus.” You point at the chair next to the sofa. “Go sit.”

Harry drops his pants before he sits down. You walk over and bring the frosting with you. You palm him through his boxers.

“Nice and hard already for me, huh?”

“You have no idea what you do to me.” You smirk and tug his boxers down. You lift his shirt slightly.

You dip your finger into the frosting and schmere it onto Harry’s hard cock. Once you get enough on there you raise your finger back up to his mouth. He sucks on it and licks it clean without hesitation. You get on your knees in front of him, and look up at him through your lashes while you suck the tip into your mouth. Your confidence today was so sexy. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last.

You smack your lips as you lick up the chocolate off his soft skin. You take him back into your mouth and sink down on him. His hands go into your hair, but you swat them away. You come back up and look at him.

“No hands.”

“Wh…what do you mean no hands?”

“I mean, you have to try not to touch me while I suck you off.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You shrug. “Wanna see if you can do it. Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” His lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he clutches at the armrests and nods.

You wrap your lips back around him and take as much of him as you can. You loved the way the frosting tastes mixed with his precome. Sort of a salty/sweet mixture. You start to bob up and down on him slowly. He slightly raises his hips so you’ll take even more of him.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grits his teeth as he white knuckles the armrests.

You moan against him, and the vibration from your throat surges through him. He just wanted to run his hands through your hair, better steady you on him so he could thrust up into your throat more. You cup his balls with one of your hands, and slide the other up his torso. He grinds against you, and his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag slightly on him, and that’s when his hands flew to your hair. You come off him immediately. You look up at him, his eyes were wild.

“Harry, what did I say?”

“I know what you said, I just-“

“You must not want to come.” You start to get up and he panics.

“No! No, I do. Please, please Y/N. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I’m sorry.” You smirk at him and get back into position.

“That’s what I thought. If you do it again though, I won’t be so nice.”

You bob on his dick quickly, getting him as far down your throat as you can. His nails dig into the armrests and he grits his teeth. Sweat beads at his brow line. He was desperate to fill your mouth up.

“Fuck.” He groans. “I’m going to-“ You snap your eyes up at him. “Can I?!” You nod yes. “Shit!” His warm come shoots into your mouth and down your throat. You cough slightly, but you take it all and swallow it.

Harry sits there, sweaty and out of breath. He loosens his grip on the chair and his muscles relax. You stand up and go rinse your mouth out in the kitchen. Harry tucks himself back into his boxers and continues to sit there, stunned. You come back over to him and sit in his lap. You kiss his cheek. He just looks at you, mouth parted.

“What is it baby?”

“I…where the hell did that come from?” He runs a hand through his hair.

“What?”

“The way you just acted.” Your eyes grow wide and suddenly you feel like shrinking down to the size of an ant. You weren’t sure why you always felt so shy after doing something like this. Your cheeks flush and you bury your face in his neck.

“I have no idea.” He chuckles.

“Well, it was really fuckin’ hot.” You move to look at him.

“It was?”

“Yeah! You’re really cute when you wanna be in control.” He kisses your temple.

“Cute?” You pout. “I thought I was being sexy.”

“Oh you were, you were being so sexy.” You kiss him lightly on the lips. “I have to say, you give one hell of a blow job. Best I’ve ever had.” You scrunch your face at him. “What? I mean it.”

“I don’t like when we compare to people we used to hook up with.”

“I’m praising you, not comparin’.”

“Harry.” You run a hand through his hair and tilt his head back slightly. “I-“ Your phone starts to go off, it’s Rachel. “That’s weird.”

“Please, finish what you were goin’ t’say.” He was getting turned on again.

“Harry, I need to answer her.” You swipe your phone and stand up. “Rach? What? Slow down I can’t understand you…” You gasp and put your hand over your mouth. “That bitch!” You start pacing around while talking to her. “What can I do for you, what do you need?” You nod your head. “I’m there, twenty minutes. Okay, bye.” You whip your head to look at Harry.

“What happened?” He asks, pulling his pants back up.

“She was sobbing, Rachel and Lora broke up. Lora cheated on her.”

“Oh no.”

“Can you drive me over there? I’m so tired from being in the car all day, but she needs me.”

“Of course! Is Sarah there too?”

“She’s on her way too, she was with Niall.”

“That sucks, poor thing.”

//

Harry speeds to Rachel and Sarah’s apartment. You were pissed. You all liked Lora, she didn’t seem like the cheaty type. You key into the girls’ apartment and find Rachel sitting on the couch crying. You run over to her and wrap your arms around her, pulling her to your chest.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”

“I thought she was different, we were together for like four months!”

“I know.” You stroke her back. Harry sits on the other side of her and gently places his hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him and tries to give him a smile. “What happened, how did you find out?”

“She…it was like she wanted to get caught! She went to shower and her phone went off a few times. She got a text from her ex-boyfriend, or who I thought was her ex-boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes with disgust. “It said something like can’t wait to have those lips back wrapped around me tonight.” She cries even harder. “We had just had sex. She was showering off so she could be nice and cleaned up for him!”

“That’s so fucked.” Harry says as you continue to hold your friend. “Someone like that isn’t worth your tears, love.” He says gently.

“I know…I know that.” She sniffles. You reach towards the coffee table for the box of tissues and hand it to her. She blows her nose. “I am just so sick of these girls. I either get used for an experiment, or they’re just looking for a break from some dude. I mean, when am I going to meet a girl who just wants to be with another girl, out in the open?”

Harry immediately thinks of someone, but he knows it’s far too soon to say anything. Sarah comes crashing through the door with Niall not too far behind. She dog piles on you and Rachel. You all can’t help but giggle.

“I’ll cut that bitch, I’ll do it.” Sarah says.

“She’s not worth it…right Harry?” She says looking at him.

“Right.” He smiles at her. He really did like your friends. You all had formed this little group together.

“You know what the worst part is, we were screaming at each other. I was full of rage, way more than I normally would and I went to the bathroom. Fucking got my period!”

“I got mine this morning!” Sarah says.

“I got mine yesterday!” The three of you start giggling. Harry and Niall make eye contact. Three feral women in the same room was terrifying.

“Thank you all for coming over.” Rachel says, snuggling into you. “I really appreciate it.”

“We’re always here for you Rach.” You kiss the top of her head.

“Yeah, three amigas forever.” Sarah says resting her head on Rachel’s shoulder.

//

After getting Rachel to calm down, which included some wine and a movie, Harry drove the two of you home. You go right to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bad. Harry uses the other bathroom to do his routine. You both crawl into bed. You snuggle up on Harry’s chest.

“I feel so bad for her.” You say.

“I know, so do I. You’re a really good friend.”

“Being cheated on sucks. Like…just break up with the person if you’re not feeling it anymore.”

“Has…has that ever happened to you?”

“In high school.” Harry couldn’t imagine someone doing something like that to you.

“I’m sorry. Clearly it seemed like Lora was dating two people at the same time. She should’ve been up front with Rachel.”

“Have you ever dated multiple people at the same time?”

“Not dated in the traditional sense. I hooked up with multiple people, but I was always up front about it. Every girl I was with knew she wasn’t the only one. And I was upfront about not wanting to be with only one.”

“Not everyone is as nice as you, Harry.” He strokes the top of your head and plays with your hair how you like.

“Hey, look at me.” You lean up to look at him. “I love you, you know that right? I’ll never hurt you, ever.” You smile at him.

“I love you too, I’ll never hurt you either.” You kiss him tenderly.

//

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel at work. He felt awful. She was so hurt. He smiled when he thought of how you comforted her. You could be so gentle.

“Mr. Styles, I mean, Harry.” One of the interns says, knocking on the outside of your door. What in the fuck was her name again? Julie? He thinks to himself.

“Can you remind me what your name is again, I’m sorry.”

“Um…it’s Julia.”

“Julia! Shit, I thought it was Julie.”

“Close enough.” She blushes. “Um, I’m taking coffee orders.”

“You know my usual.” He grabs a camera and brushes by her. She watches him walk away. “Hey Mariah.” He smiles at her.

“Sup, H? Have a good weekend?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“It was alright. Went by super quick. So that girl last week…” She says, setting up some lighting equipment.

“Yeah?”

“That was your girlfriend?”

“Yup.” He smiles big. “Love of m’life.” She snaps her head towards him.

“I’m sorry, are we getting personal?” They both laugh.

“I know I’m not exactly an open book, but I can’t help but gush about her. She’s the best.”

“I knew you had to be in love or something, you’ve been unusually chipper.” He scoffs.

“I’m always chipper.” He sets the camera up how he likes and puts his hands on his hips. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask away, don’t know if I’ll answer.”

“Um…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I have this friend…just got out of a relationship, really great girl.”

“Oh boy.”

“And I know that you see women…”

“That I do. What’s her name?”

“Rachel.”

“How do you know her?”

“She’s one of Y/N’s best friends.”

“Got a picture?” Harry takes out his phone and goes to Rachel’s Facebook. He shows Mariah. “That’s her on the left.”

“Damn, she’s cute.”

“And she’s really nice.”

“What she do for work?”

“High school art teacher.” Mariah scoffs.

“Wow, a lesbian art teacher, real original.” She shakes her head. “So why do you want to set her up with me?”

“She’s been played a few times. She just wants to be with a woman who isn’t using her, and I immediately thought of you. You’re a good person, Mariah. Known ya a long time, I trust ya.”

“These set ups are always so awkward…she is really cute though.”

“What if I set up a double date or somethin’, take a little pressure off.” She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You realize that would involve us hanging out outside of work?”

“It’s a risk I’m willin’ t’take.” They both giggle. “These next couple of weekends are goin’ t’be busy, but I’ll plant the seed. Maybe in February?”

“Sure.” She smiles.

“Excuse me, Harry?” Julia comes walking over with the coffee. “Mariah? Here are your coffees.”

“Thanks Julia, you’re a life saver.” Mariah takes an iced coffee from her. Harry grabs his hot, black coffee.

“How do you drink that black?” Julia asks.

“Don’t much like added sugar.”

“But…not even any cream? Isn’t it bitter?”

“Maybe someday when you’re a grown up like me you’ll understand.” He winks at her. “Alright, Mariah, let’s get this shit goin’.”

Julia scurries over to her friend Dana and squeals when she tells her that Harry winked at her. Later on that day Julia goes around to take lunch orders.

“Harry?” She knocks on his door. His earbuds were in and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Harry?” She pipes up again. He looks over at her and takes his earbuds out.

“Yeah?”

“I’m taking lunch orders.”

“No thanks, I brought my lunch.” He points to his lunch box.

“You’ve been bringing a lot lately.”

“My girlfriend and I meal prep together on the weekends.”

“Oh wow. So it’s pretty serious with you two?” He gets up to take the container out of his lunch box so he can go heat it up.

“It better be, otherwise livin’ together would be kinda awkward, don’t ya think?” He smirks at her and brushes by her to go to the kitchen.

“Dana.” She whines.

“What?”

“He lives with her.”

“Who?”

“Harry! He lives with his girlfriend.”

“Holy shit, that’s serious.”

They watch him come back to his office. His phone was pressed against his ear and he had a huge smile on his face. He packs his container back into his lunch box and throws his coat on. He stops to check in with the young man at reception, Isaac, and leaves. Julia and Dana go up to Isaac after Harry is out of sight.

“Did he say where he was going?” He raises an eyebrow at them.

“Why?”

“Oh just tell us.” Julia pouts.

“He said he was stepping out for lunch and that he’d be back later. Probably went to meet his girlfriend. He does that sometimes.” The girls pout at each other. “Ladies, it’s fun to pine, but believe me when I tell you.” He looks them both up and down. “I would have a better chance of getting into those tight black jeans than either of you, okay?”

//

Harry goes right to your office with his food. You give him a big hug and kiss, and close your door. Neither of you eat. You end up making out. You didn’t mean to, but he just thought you looked so beautiful, and he pushed you up against the wall and grinded against you. You kissed between giggles. It was your most favorite lunch break ever. You left him with a pretty decent sized love bite on his neck, but he didn’t care. Something for the interns to gossip about. He scarfed down his food in his car before going back up to his office.

//

Harry checks in with Isaac when he comes back.

“Have a nice lunch Harry?”

“Yeah, thanks. Did the mail come in yet?”

“Yup, nothing for you today.”

“Music to my ears.” He leans on the top of the desk. “Do ya have any more of those mints I like so much?” Isaac beams up at him.

“Sure, here.” Harry pops one in his mouth and sucks on it.

“Thanks, I ran outta gum today, so annoyin’.”

“I could send one of the girls to grab you some more. I’m sure they’d love to run the errand for you.” Harry looks over his shoulder at them and sighs.

“Nah that’s okay.”

“C’mon, throw them a bone.” They both laugh.

“They do like me, don’t they?”

“Can’t get enough of you, H.”

“Christ.” He rolls his eyes. “S’not easy ya know?” He chuckles.

“So, how’s your girlfriend?”

“How’d you know that’s where I was? Maybe I was gettin’ m’nails done.”

“Those are not fresh nails, H. Besides, your neck is fucked up.” Harry runs his thumb over the spot and smiles.

“She’s good, thanks for askin’.”

“Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“For letting my girl express her love for me? Not at all.” He crunches down on the mint. “Besides, you think this looks fucked up? You should see her.” He winks at Isaac and walks away.

Harry was feeling particularly cheeky after his lunchtime make out session. He got back into his office and started editing the photos he had taken only a few hours earlier. He looked over at the picture of you and smiled. With all the excitement at lunch, he forgot to tell you about Mariah. He actually couldn’t wait to tell Rachel too.

He gets a text from you just as he’s finishing up a photo.

“Need to go to Macy’s after work today since I didn’t go over the weekend. Be home late.”

“Let’s meet at home after work, I’ll go with you ;)”

“It’ll be easier if I just go straight there, you goober ;)” He smirks at the word.

“We’ve been over this, you’re goober.”

You send a kissy face emoji and that ends the conversation. You were right, it would be silly to go all the way home and back out to the mall. Plus, he knew you’d model whatever dress you’d buy for him when you got home. The thought alone made him happy. Just as he’s getting back to work, there’s a knock on the outside of the door. He sees Julia standing there and crosses his arms.

“Let’s see, we’ve covered coffee and lunch. What else is there?”

“Um…Isaac said you needed me to run to the store for you.” Harry rolls his eyes and looks over in Isaac’s direction. Sometimes he wished the studio wasn’t so modern so he could have actual walls in his office and not just glass.

“He was just messin’ with ya Julia. I mentioned that I ran out of gum, but I can get it myself later. You’re an intern, not an errand girl.”

“Oh…”

“Are they givin’ ya much to work on?”

“A little. Not as much as Dana and I thought. We sort of just stand around and wait until someone needs something.”

“What made you apply for this studio?”

“I really like nature and journalism. This is one of the few magazines left that people actually buy the hard copy of and not just subscribe to the online version. And to be honest, I’m a really big fan of your photos.”

“Have you told Ryan what it is you’re interested in? I’m sure he’d let you write a piece or two.” He completely disregarded the compliment on purpose.

“We didn’t know if we were allowed to speak up or not. I don’t think he’s ever even looked at my samples.” Harry shakes his head and stands up. Without saying anything he starts to walk towards Ryan’s office. “You don’t have to do that.” He turns to look at her.

“You’ll never get anywhere if you don’t learn to speak up. I’ll help ya out this time because I happen to be in a pretty good mood today.” Her eyes dart to the spot on his neck. “But you need to put yourself out there. That’s the whole point of interning somewhere. Making connections, networking, all that.”

He doesn’t even knock, he just goes right into the office.

“Harry, to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Your interns keep buggin’ me.”

“They’re not just mine, they’re the studios.”

“Yeah well, they need more work to do. That one, Julia, she’s more interested in the writing side of things. Don’t you think it would be a good idea for her to work with Mykenzie? You know, the head of our writing department? You have them out there runnin’ errands, how’s that supposed t’teach ‘em anythin’?”

“Didn’t realize you cared so much, H.”

“I really don’t, just want them to quit buggin’ me every two seconds.”

“Aw c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t like the attention.” He jokes.

“Not the attention I need, especially not from two girls in college.”

“Alright, I’ll talk with Mykenzie about Julia. Do you know what Dana might like some extra work on?”

“Isn’t that your job? Go talk t’her yourself, mate.”

Harry walks out of the office and back towards his own. Julia looks at him like a lost puppy from her desk. He sighs and goes over to her.

“Have ya met Mykenzie yet? She’s the head of our writing department. I told Ryan to talk to her so she could work with ya more. You can show her your samples okay?”

“Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome. Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Ryan’s gonna ask ya what yeh like doin’ so figure it out before he comes over here.”

“Will do, thanks.”

He nods and goes back into his office, closing the door behind him, hoping for some peace and quiet. He hated getting interrupted throughout the day. About an hour later Mykenzie came storming over to Harry’s office. She barges right in.

“Oi! Do ya think I could get a fuckin’ thing done to today?” He says looking at her.

“What in the fuck is your problem? Can’t hand a couple of little girls so you stick ‘em on me?”

“Technically should be only one. Thought ya could use the help since you’re always sayin’ how busy you are.”

“You suck, you know that? Now I have to babysit Julia, and-“

“Teach her somethin’? She could be a big help. So you have to take a few minutes out of your day, so what? They’re here for a reason, let them get the most out of it.”

“Just so you know, Paige is pissed at you too. Ryan stuck her with Dana. Guess you don’t have to worry about them ogling you anymore.”

“That’s not why I helped them. I see them all day long sittin’ around doin’ nothin’. It pisses me off to be quite honest. They’re payin’ their schools how much money for the credits to be here and they’re not gettin’ anythin’ out of it. They’ll be here all semester. Take a couple weeks to train them and then give them some independence.”

“Easy for you to say since you’re not the one training them, H.”

“You know what Mykenzie, go suck a fuck, honestly.”

“Jesus, your life must be so stressful. Must be so hard to take pictures all day and edit them.”

“Must be so hard for you! Havin’ to sit there and make up fuckin’ stories about plants and landscapes.” She squints her eyes at his neck and smirks.

“So glad to see you’re gettin’ laid again. Good to see you’re in a jolly mood.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, babe.” She scoffs.

“Jesus, had I known you’d last here I never would’ve…”

“Never would’ve what? Sure you wanna say what you’re thinkin’ out loud?” She gulps. “S’what I thought.” He sighs. “Look, try to find a silver lining. They’re pretty eager to get coffee and lunch and all that dumb shit. Use it to your advantage. And tell Paige if she has a fuckin’ problem explaining to Dana how Adobe Illustrator fuckin’ works, she can certainly feel free to come talk to me.”

“Fine.”

She huffs out of his office and slams the door shut. Lucky she didn’t shatter the glass. Harry waits a minute just to make sure there weren’t any further interruptions before getting back to work. He wondered if people bothered you all day long too.

//

After work you met up with Rachel and Sarah at Macy’s. Sarah would be coming to the party too, so she also wanted to get a dress. You text Harry quick to let him know you’d be eating dinner with the girls after shopping. He was slightly disappointed, but understood.

“Y/N, how fancy do we need to be? Like is this ball gown?”

“No, it’s semi-formal. I usually shop in the bride’s maid section and look for the short dresses.”

“Oh, good idea.”

“How was school today Rach?”

“Not bad. I had the students draw with charcoal. Much needed mood today.”

The three of you walk up and down searching through the racks of dresses. Sarah’s favorite color was pink and yours was blue, so the two of you at least knew you wouldn’t be wearing the same thing. You stop and see this cute dark blue dress and pull it out to get a better look at it.

“Don’t you have like six dresses just like that?” Rachel jokes. “Step out of your comfort zone a little. Why not wear something green to go with your eyes? You always look so cute in like an emerald color.”

“If you can find something I’ll try it.”

Rachel helps you look while Sarah pulls a ton of dresses for herself.

“I’ll meet you guys in the dressing room.” She smiles.

“Oh! Y/N, look at this one!!” Rachel pulls out a short, strapless green dress. It was simple, yet elegant.

“Do you think I could go strapless? I feel like my boob’ll pop out and I’ll be adjusting myself all night.”

“Just try it on and see how you feel. I think this would look so good on you.”

“Okay, it’s worth a shot.”

You go into the dress room. Rachel helps you and Sarah zip up your dresses. Sarah comes out first in a blush pink dress that had one strap going across the chest.

“That is so pretty!”

“It’s my favorite out of all of them. How’s my butt?”

“Good! You’ll probably wanna get a thong to match the color though, it’s a little sheer.”

“Y/N, you’re turn.” Sarah says as you open the door. “Ooo, hot mama!!!”

“Ow ow! Dammmn girl.” The three of you giggle.

“Okay, okay, so it looks good?”

“It looks amazing!”

“It actually is a great fit. I feel pretty secure.” You look at yourself in the mirror. “Good eye Rach, it’s perfect. Can one of you take my picture? I wanna show Harry.”

You hand your phone to Sarah and she snaps the shot. You text it to him. He sees his phone go off while snacking on some carrot sticks and smiles when he sees your name.

“Holy shit.” He says to himself when he sees the picture. He really wished he was there in that dressing room with you.

You and Sarah buy your dresses, and the three of you head out to eat dinner. You catch up on things, and it feels nice to have the quality time with your friends. You’re happy to get home to Harry though.

“Baby, I’m home!” He’s just coming out of the shower when he hears you. He comes out in just his towel. “Good thing the girls weren’t with me.” You giggle.

You give him a quick kiss and go into the bedroom to hang up the dress.

“I like that dress. Would ya put it back on?” You shake your head no. “Why not?” He pouts.

“I don’t want it getting all wrinkled. I’m glad you liked it though.” You smile at him and start to take your work clothes off. “Did you go to the gym tonight?”

“Yeah, for a little while. I had an annoyin’ day at work.”

“Tell me all about it.” You throw on a t-shirt and pj pants and sit on the bed next to him.

“I got interrupted like every two seconds. Highlight of my day was comin’ to see you. Oh! You remember my coworker Mariah?

“Yeah.”

“Well, she’s single, and I told her about Rachel…she said she was really cute. I told her maybe next month we could go on a double date or something.”

“Who are you? Niall?” You giggle. “That was very nice of you.”

“How was she today?”

“Alright. It’s a good thing she’s an art teacher. She’s able to get out a lot of frustration at work. Do you have a picture of Mariah I could show her?”

“Ummmm…” He takes his phone out and looks her up on Facebook. “This is the only one. M’not friends with her on here so I can’t look at all of them. Does she seem like Rachel’s type?”

“Possibly. I’ve seen Rach date all types of girls. I don’t think she really has a type. She’s very into just loving the person, she doesn’t really care about looks.” You shrug.

“She’s so cool.” He chuckles.

“It’s really nice of you to want to set her up with your friend.”

“I’ve known Mariah a long time, she’s nice and caring. I think she could be just what Rachel’s been wantin’.”

“You’re like this protective papa bear, it’s so cute.” You kiss him on the cheek and get up to go to the bathroom to wash your face. “So how come you kept getting interrupted?” He puts some boxers on and stands in the doorway.

“First it was the interns, Julia and Dana. Julia bugs me the most. They literally give them no work to do. So I went and spoke to our executive assistant Ryan who’s supposed to be managing ‘em. And then this fuckin’….” He stops himself. He really doesn’t want to bring up Mykenzie and the fact that he’s shat where he’s eaten.

“This fuckin’ what babe?” You dry your face off and put your moisturizer on.

“Nothin’, not even worth retellin’.” You give him a look but you decide not to press him further.

“Think you’ll read to me tonight?”

“Would you like that?”

“I would.” You smile. Your period was far from over, so there was no hanky panky in the works. You kiss him lightly and get into bed.

Harry puts on his glasses, and continues you on with his friends to lovers story. Jane had moved in with her mother like she said. A whole month had gone by since they spoke. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. He decides to quit being a baby and go to her. He drives all the way to her mother’s house and tells her it’s time to come home with him.

“Baby, I’m starting to get tired.” You yawn.

“Alright, we’ll take a break for the night.” He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “You really dinged up my neck today.” He chuckles.

“Shoe’s on the other foot now isn’t it?” You kiss his cheek and turn over. He wraps his arms around you and spoons you.

“My favorite little spoon.” He nuzzles into your hair and you giggle.

“My favorite big spoon.” He kisses your cheek softly and sighs happily.

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because it was my love kat who requested this, i had to make this as intense as i possibly could. :^) also this is my first time tackling loki so please be nice!

[@angel-fire: best friend’s ex!loki. enemies to lovers.] 

“You know when I was with your best friend, I thought about fucking you way too much. You don’t understand the amount of times you opened that smart mouth of yours, and I had to stop myself from shoving my cock between your pretty lips just to shut you up,” he tells you as you regain composure and make languorous movements to crawl backward into the pillows. 

in which loki does the classy thing at his ex’s wedding—and fucks her best friend: you. (includes best-friend’s-ex!loki, loki’s pov, reader’s pov, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, overstimulation, mild choking, mild creampie kink, mild knife kink, unprotected sex.)

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“You know, when I found out her wedding was here, I wasn’t sure if I’d do something. Maybe start a fire, call in a bomb threat, smash the cake. But, I concluded all of those considerations are classless,” Loki Laufeyson breathes in your ear, surprisingly controlled despite the roughness he uses to wrench you against the wall, pinning you between his front and the hotel’s vertical surface. 

One hand is twisted in your previously up-done hair, harshly reeling your head back onto his shoulder, while the other is releasing his belt buckle with a loud clink and ziiiiiip. Once the heavy steel straining against the metal is freed, he’s shoving your expensive gown up and hooking your panties to the side. 

“Fucking you, however—” With a wicked smirk you can’t see, eyes casted on the ceiling, two fingers split your labias, and he slams in. No preparation, other than a few libertine whispers in the lobby to seduce you into coming back here, he propels his formidable length inside you until he’s practically nudging your cervix; a sword sheathed inside your hilt. “—is not.” 

By an immeasurable amount, you’re the warmest, tightest channel he’s had the pleasure of prising into. 

Upon the abrupt intrusion, your silk-like walls are seizing up around him, sporadically pulsating in a struggle to accept something so thick and far-reaching; every tremble is a shard of electricity stabbing euphorically at his nerves.

A cry breaks free from your lips. “Oh, fuck!” you yelp as you desperately claw at the wall, chipping it in your wake and the shudders overcome your whole body. Subsequently, trapped between his powerful build and the wall, your shivers inadvertently have you bucking back onto his cock. 

He half-expects you to tap out, to concede that you can’t handle him—and he will, of course, obey it. In fact, the competitive side of him would be smug in learning that you were all bark and no bite; that you and him used to go at it like you’re on the same level, and you tapping out would only prove that isn’t the case. 

As it turns out, it might be because you don’t tell him to stop. No, you’re purposely rutting against him, albeit whimpers still slip free. It makes his jaw lock, and a mania like he’s never known flood his veins. A cross between anger and competitiveness fuels his muscles because if you think you can take him like your best friend never could, then he’s gonna give you it all. 

He reaffirms the pressure on your hair, making sure there’s a sting in your scalp, and grips your left hip. Then his hips snap forward, and he pummels your narrow channel with every ounce of immense strength and residual anger in his system, bypassing any resistance your slick heat tries to clench. 

The minute he starts hammering into you, your eyes pinch shut, and you bite down on your bottom lip, teeth peeking out to gnaw on your lower Cupid’s bow. He already knows why, but when your hand slaps around your mouth, it only confirms his assumption. 

His lips twist. “What’s wrong?” he cooes fakely  into your profile, words fanning your cheek. “Don’t want to admit its your best friend’s bastard of an ex fucking you this good? That on the happiest day of your best friend’s life, you're getting stuffed by her ex’s fat cock.” 

“Go fuck yourself, Loki,” you just about snarl, but it’s strangled, on the verge of a cry, curling white paint beneath your nails. 

He chuckles darkly in your ear. “Why do it myself when you’re—already—doing—it—for—me?” With every word, he pounds your sticky folds, full thrusts slapping your bodies together in echoes around the pristine room. “No need to play hard to get anymore when I already have you creaming on my cock, kitten,” he practically purrs, catching your earlobe with his teeth. 

You shake your head, as much as you can, and you look like you’re about to rebuttal—not that there’s anything to say, considering everything he said is true. But instead, you clamp your mouth shut once more when the hand on your hip slides around and under your dress to sink between your thighs. 

“Or, are you trying to make sure no one hears me tearing your little pussy apart? ‘Cause I just can’t have that, kitten.” His fingers easily find your engorged button and use circles to abuse it with stimulation. Instantaneously, he can feel the tremors wracking you, wobbling your knees and tightening your inner walls. “No. You’re gonna scream my fucking name so everyone in this shitty hotel hears you. Sobbing and crying as I make you cum harder than you ever have.” 

You shake your head, again. He doesn’t know whether you’re referring to ‘the everyone hearing you,’ or ‘making you cum harder than you ever have.’ Either way, it’d be a lie. 

His teeth grit as his own orgasm burgeons in his stomach. The lightning lashes out underneath his skin, flames lapping at him as your channel begins spasming around his thickness. In contrast to the dexterous and resilient swirls on your little bundle of nerves, his thrusts are becoming more sloppy at the end of his rope.

He relinquishes your hair, turning your cheek into the wall, and reinforces every ram of his hips with his muscular body weight, fucking your imprint into the wall mercilessly. You’ve abandoned your futile mission of stifling yourself, and the high moans tearing from your throat only have him intensifying his onslaught, swelling bigger within you. 

His forearm is crossed around your left flank with three digits working on your clit, a flexing lump beneath your chiffon attire. With his opposing, he slings it around your neck and his bicep cinches your throat, constricting your airway in the slightest. 

“Now, you’re gonna cum for me, kitten,” he hisses in your ear, accented baritone like gravel. “Your soft little pussy is gonna milk my cock until I blow my load inside you. Until you’re dripping with my seed, you fucking understand that?” 

He can feel the delight that spears through you. A shudder, an elongated moan, and a limited nod; the increased fluttering of your channel, the way your body trembles against him but maintaining a tautness in your muscles. 

His chokehold on your esophagus tightens, and he growls, “I said, cum—”

“You fucking bastard—!”

Like that, you come tumbling. You explode in a keen of quakes and convulsions. A slur of curse words is almost unrecognizable—a hoarse call of “Loki!” amid the insults—as your walls become his own personal heaven: a swathe of clinging warmth and velvet, quivering like a massage around his aching cock, a vice demanding all the contents of balls to be emptied in.

He will never admit it, but you wring the most euphoric orgasm he’s ever experienced out of him.  A gratified snarl rips from his lips, your name angry and pleased at the same time. Spurt after spurt shoots inside you, thickened white swallowed by your soaked valley, residual wet dribbling down his cock. 

His legs almost give out with the force expelled out of him but he braces a wide hand on the wall and manages to remain upright. After a series of seconds, he frees you carefully, exiting you with a still semi-erection. But when he does, the moment you’re on your own, your thighs shake and you hit the ground. 

Face flushed from exertion, a sheen illuminating your breath-taking features, pupils blown wide, you’re panting like a cat in heat. Your maid-of-honor dress is disheveled. Your legs are askew, giving him a peak of your abused sex and the remnants of him leaking onto the wooden floors. 

This is supposed to be it. He should feel satisfied, but instead, he feels an insatiable hunger stiffening in his cock. Considering the feelings he harbored for you during his relationship, and the fact that the chains forbade action on them are broken, he’s going to take advantage of every bit of it. 

You expect him to kick you out, walk off after making some snarky comments. (Which you’d be perfectly fine with. A good fuck is a good fuck, no matter how reprehensible the fucker is.)

Rather than leaving, he stays looming over you in that still-impeccable black suit. His emerald blue eyes darken in a gleam of ravenous as his stare drags over your freshly-fucked form; an expression that has your stomach restricting with concupiscence. The muscles in his jaw clench, and in a glaring instant, he hauls you up by your armpits. 

“Shit,” he hisses, british timbre hot coaled with hostile desire. Effortlessly, he hoists you eye-level, big hands secured underneath your ass. “You’re fucking tiny.” He draws your body in closer, dwarfed in comparison to the mountain of strength clutching you, and adjusts you until your abused and dripping sex is rolling against his growing cock. 

The stimulation has you gasping, bucking as the smarting shocks needle at your nerves, but the reaction only forces you to grind harder against the glistening anatomy between you, his cock gyrating with every stride he makes. “G - goddamn it,” you snap, words cracking, grasping his shoulders for some sort of purchase. “What the fuck are you doing, asshole?!” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” The corner of his sinful mouth curls cruelly. “You.” 

With that one word, he heaves you up then drops you down, letting gravity impale your swollen depths on his somehow already fully erect cock with an audible slush. A douse of ice wracks your system at the blunt penetration, and your eyes squeeze shut while biting sensation ricochets through every cell of your being. 

“Fuck!” you cry in tandem with him slamming you onto a luxurious pallet you obscurely recognize as a made bed. Your spine arcs as he wastes no time plunging in and out, and the painful bliss ravages you in a way no other has before. Your arms fail out, and he takes it upon himself to gather your wrists above your head. “H - holy—fucking—shit—!” 

“I hope you didn’t think this was over, kitten.” Smug enjoyment at your wanton demeanor, he chuckles above you, his hips driving himself inside you relentlessly. “Far from it, actually.” His hand glides underneath your knee and stretches it high over his shoulder so he’s hitting deeper than before—than what you even knew existed. “No. A bendy and infuriating little thing like you, I’m gonna take my time taking you apart.” 

You’re gasping and bucking like a bronco but he maintains his authority over you. “F - fucking bastard—you fucking bastard,” you croak but you don’t want him to stop (if he did, you’d probably beg him not to but luckily he doesn't want to either), tears prickling at the beleaguering tide of pain and pleasure pushing and pulling inside you. “I hate you.” 

“No, but you love my cock.” He smirks. “And, I must admit, I love your tight little pussy.” Snaking his hand under your dress, he locates your aching bud and encircles it with his thumb, forcing these whimpers from your throat that have his eyes blazing. “And the little sounds you make while I’m completely ruining it. If I knew how superior you are to your counterpart, I would’ve had you splayed out for me in a minute.”

“Asshole!” you sob, tossing your head back while your knuckles fists in his clutches. “As if I’d ever give you the time of the day.” 

“Oh, that stings, kitten,” he says but there isn’t an ounce of care in his devilish voice. “But I know how you can make me feel better.” The rough pad of his thumb presses onto your button and spirals ruthlessly, lancing you in a bind of fire. “You’re gonna have your pussy cream around my cock. Or I suppose I’m going to make your little kitty cream around my cock.” 

Your entirety shakes and blurs. Overstimulation overrides you at a pace you can’t keep up with. “C - can’t. Not yet - not yet,” you warble as he cranes down so you’re nose to nose. The tendrils of his long raven locks fall like a curtain on either side of your profile; the wickedness in his eyes makes yours widen. “Loki—!”

“I didn’t phrase that as a question, did I, kitten?” His hips swivel in sync with his quickening digit, and claims your orgasm as his. Like a wave, Loki washes over you and pulls you under. 

The first time, he couldn’t see your face but now he can; and he basks in. Agonizing delirium contours your sweaty features; your eyes flutter to the back of your head, lips parted in a drawn out cry. Your chest juts out and jiggles with the trembles undertaking you, your overworked channel quivering around him.

But as he possesses you, you do likewise to him. With a triumphant groan, he pumps his cum inside you in rivulets of hotness. His gaze follows down to see his veined, tanned girth glistening in white translucent; your sex battered a pretty darkened color and swollen. When he withdraws, his bulbous head remaining at your entrance, a flood of his essence oozes out. 

“Look at that.” His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, somehow still looking as hungry as before. “I always knew your pussy would look so pretty all fucked swollen and leaking cum.” 

The words flare smarting zaps to your nerves, and you only manage a whimper. Your bones are like jelly, and you don’t even think you could ask for a break, but luckily, he takes pity—or pleasure—in seeing you like this: legs spread, breathing heavy, rendered completely speechless. 

“That good, huh?” he teases and lets your wrists go but you don’t have the strength to move them or soothe the prints left by him. For the millionth time, his gaze roams over you, eating it up like you’re a gift he’s been waiting for all his life. But his eyebrow quirks as if saying something’s missing, but in a flash, what that is seems to occur to him. 

He digs something out of slacks, and the silver shimmers in the light as he flicks the clip-point pocket knife open. In a skilled twitch of his wrists, he cuts your halter top down the middle like a hot knife into butter, the tip of the blade kissing your goosebump hackled skin. 

The danger of it, your body’s wild motions at his behest easy for a slip, for some reason burns you hotter. Your heart hurtles in your chest as he hacks away the waistband of your panties and reveals you wholeheartedly. The point traces down your mound and has you subconsciously clenching which has him smirking before tossing it on the nightstand. 

Then he’s undoing his jacket, nonverbally telling you your time together hasn’t even begun to be over, and arousal heightens underneath your skin. And you wish you felt some sort of shame for it, some sort of moral decency advising you to not make your betrayal worse, but there isn’t. 

As of now, you figure there’s no point in it, anyway. On the day your childhood friend tied the knot, you allowed the ex she cheated on—who you absolutely loathed at the time with his silver tongued remarks and sarcastic ripostes—motel room to fuck your brains out. Not once, not twice, but probably an uncountable amount by the time he’s finished. 

“You know when I was with your best friend, I thought about fucking you way too much. You don’t understand the amount of times you opened that smart mouth of yours, and I had to stop myself from shoving my cock between your pretty lips just to shut you up,” he tells you as you regain composure and make languorous movements to crawl backward into the pillows and away from his swelling erection. 

But he catches you by the ankle and reels you back underneath him. Your whole body hums, and your only response is a pitiful whimper as he continues: “Times where I fucked her so hard she couldn't walk in the morning all ‘cause I couldn’t put you in your place like I wanted.” 

Shirt peeled off and pants pooled around his knees, he lifts you up. His strong arms hook underneath your knees to palm your hips until you can feel his tip hovering under your abused sex. “And you want to know where your place is?” he rasps in your ear. “As my personal fucktoy.” Then WHAM! he burrows himself inside you while your pleasure-laden sob bounces off the room’s walls. “Wrapped around my cock, making this sweet little pussy squeeze again and again until you physically can’t. And even then, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

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Family, Duty, Honor [Part 3]

Part 1 | Part 2

Obiyukiweek 2020, Day 7: Loyalty To sovereign, country, and the code of chivalry

Obi was no stranger to a good fuck, not even among silk sheets. He’d worn a different face then-- so many had crossed over him, before he’d earn the warning over his brow-- but the body remembered, no matter what shape it bore. His hands may be deft with a blade, but they were even more cunning with a woman; he’d had every girl between Asshai and Estermont screaming whatever name he’d borne before moonrise on a summer night.

So there’s no godsdamned reason for him to have two fucking left hands now.

One hooks behind her head, the other round her slip of a waist, and-- and he means to scare her, just a little, to show her what a man could do if she gave herself to him-- but she softens instead of struggles, and oh, he hadn’t counted on her being pliant in his arms. This is supposed to be leap from a tower, not a surrender.

His mouth meets hers, and for a sweet moment, everything fades away, paling in comparison to the softness of her lips. To how they nestle so perfectly against his. It’s no longer about silencing the question he doesn’t dare to answer, or a calculated feint to make her retreat, but instead--

He wants this. All of it. There has never been a sweeter nectar than her gasp against his lips, a more arousing touch than her fingers clutching at his shirt, a more heady brew than the way she flows into him as his desire drags him under. There’s a free fall in his heart, and--

And it ends as his back hits the mattress. Their teeth clack together, hard enough to leave his rattling as they rebound from the fall. Father above, at least they’d only gone as far as the pillows.

Miss pulls back, hand over her mouth, eyes stark with betrayal. “I thought you said there would be no pain at all with you?”

He gives her a flat look. “If only I’d known you’d be so eager, Miss, I’d have braced myself better.” He arches a brow. “Are you sure there’s no Mormont in you? I’ve hear they like to give their men a good mauling--”

“You were the one who grabbed me.” She’s far too prim for a girl who just asked for him to put his get in her.

“And you were the one who asked me to.” His hand flexes at her waist, smooth linen tickling his palm as he rounds it over the curve of her hip. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, Miss. After all, you--”

Her fingers tangle in the bristle of his hair, dragging him down. This time it’s him who gasps against her lips, who lets her drink him down. Ah, he’d thought that first kiss had been the height of pleasure, but oh, he hadn’t known what her lips seeking his would do to him.

“Haah.” He tries to think past the blood rushing through his ears, racing to make it to his cock. “Miss.”

“Obi.” Her bright eyes flutter open, piercing him as well as any Tully spear. “Please.”

This is not the sort of begging he’s used to in bed; his lovers beg for his cock, but Miss-- Miss asks so much more. More than he ever planned to give.

He rolls her-- an impressive trick, he knows; hard to master but child’s play when a man knows the knack. She certainly seems impressed, jaw slack and chest heaving, the forest in her eyes half lost to night. He catches her hands in one of his, pinning them to the plump pillows above her head.

“I’m no lord, Miss,” he warns her, “there’s no wolf or stag or fish stamped on my shield to remind me to be gentle with a maiden.”

No dragon either, he nearly adds, but oh the line between kindness and cruelty is too thin for him to dance. He means to rattle, not wound, and that shaves a hair too close.

Her mouth pulls thin, eyes distant, and oh, she’s not here in this room with him when she says, “A man may wear a flower but still crush another in the taking.” Her chin lifts, and she meets his gaze squarely, no fear lingering in her eyes. “I trust you, Obi. I always have.”

His cock gives a traitorous twitch. Fuck him for being such a soft touch.

“And what was it you said?” she continues with a wry smile. “With me there’d be no pain at all--”

He tugs on her hands, cutting off the rest of that mortifying impression. “There won’t be. But that,” he leans in, letting her take in the full horror of his predator’s smile, “doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you hard. I’ll leave you wanting. Ruin you for other--”

“You’re stalling,” she says, blinking. “Are you nerv--?”

His mouth latches to her neck, nipping at the soft hollow behind her ear. With a moan that goes straight to his cock, she arches into him, every piece of her misaligned with his own body. She’s a giant in his mind, a true she-bear of Mormont, but in practice-- she’s a mouse. Her ribs grate against the top of his stomach, her lips straining to brush his chin, and he-- he grabs her hips with a bruising force, yanking her into him.

“Does it feel like I’m nervous to you, Miss?” His shaft grinds into the useless mound of her skirts. “Do I seem like a blushing boy, needing your hand to hold?”

He might as well be with how hard he is. But Miss knows nothing of men, not out of her books and diagrams. She doesn’t know he could have the Black Pearl herself writhing against him, naked as the day she was born, and never twitch. Yet with her he’s counting faces to keep himself from spilling on her like an untouched boy.

He expects his Miss to blush and stutter, to bolt upright and call the whole thing off. Instead she reaches out, fingers curling in the bristle of his hair, and drags him back to her neck.

Obi might be a fool, but oh, she does not need to ask him twice.

His teeth sink into her, tongue lashing the soft skin of her neck. She jolts beneath him, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails pricking him through the soft film of his shirt.

That gives him no little pause. Another woman might mean to goad him on, but Miss has plenty of reason to use tooth and claw against a man, and none of it for pleasure.

He lifts himself the barest breath away-- an effort worthy of song, the way he wants her-- opening his mouth to ask--

And she moans in protest, long and wanting. Oh, there’s no mistaking that, nor the way she pulls him closer.

Her pulse hammers hard against his lips, not a rabbit’s flutter but the strong beat of an entirely larger animal. Elder Highness-- ah, the False Dragon now-- had always said she was not one of them, not a dragon-born, but oh, if he could feel how she moved beneath him, how she writhed into his hands, blood boiling beneath her skin--

Some dragons are hatched, but some, some are born of fire.

He trails biting kisses down the column of her neck, each gasp and groan making him harder, hotter, burning him from the inside. Oh, a Red Woman she must be for her to ignite such fires in him and still remain unburnt.

At least, so it seems, until flesh turns to silk and damask. Obi pulls back, ardor cooled by his annoyance.

Her eyes, screwed up in pleasure, peek open. “I didn’t say to stop.”

“No.” He tugs at the sloping neckline of her gown. “But your damned dress did.”

She has the grace to flush; though it only highlights just how much of her eye has gone to pupil, green forest charred by the force of her desire. “It’s not as if I meant to-- that I came here to--”

“Ah but Miss--” his finger flips the first clasp on her robe, toying with the second-- “you did come here to. Quite specifically.”

Pink spreads to the top of her stays, perhaps beyond. His cock twitches. He’ll find out soon enough.

“I suppose I did.” Her gaze fixes to his fingers, following every minute shift. “You can take it off then.”

His stills, numb. “W-what?”

Her cheeks blow out, so red she might make it part of her device: red trout, desperate to spawn. “You’ll have to anyway if you mean to--” she licks her lips, and oh, he does not need to be reminded of how deliciously pink they are, like shells found on the shore-- “fuck me.”

Beyond the wall, they would call her kissed by fire, and Stranger take him, she must be to ignite him like this, to make his hips buck into her as if were she and not he who commanded them. Obi reins them, barely, and she--

She presses back against him, eyes entirely guileless, as if it were just instinct to meet him.

Obi may be no virgin, but by the gods, he is a man, and he cannot, he cannot--

He grits his teeth. He must.

“Not necessarily,” he manages, with less pain than he feels. “A creative man--”

“I want you to.” There’s not a coy bone in Miss’s body, but Mother fuck him, he never thought she’d put it to use like this. “Please, take it off.”

Never has he been more pleased to take a command.

He flips the last clasp, damask and silk falling aside, revealing the simple stays beneath. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before; she’d been down to less after her dip in the Blackwater, still flushed with victory and clutching Kihal’s case to her chest, but still-- it’s different, knowing all this is for him, that this is an invitation for him to touch.

So he does.

“Oh!” Her hand tangles in the bristle of his hair, but she does nothing to pry his mouth from her breast. If anything, she holds him more firmly against her, urging him on, making the sorts of noises that give men like him ideas.

“You should,” she pants, drawing his mouth up to hers. She loses her train of though for a moment-- he makes sure of it-- before trying, “You should get this over with.”

He jerks back, eyes wide. He’s had a hundred women from here to Essos, and not a single once has told him to get it over with. “Miss?”

She stares back, mouth slack and eyes dark, the very picture of a maid eager to be debauched. “Can’t you just...put it in now?”

“Some men might,” he admits, gritting his teeth as she squirms under him, his cock jumping at the attention. “If they didn’t care about the cu-- the woman they lay with.” He lifts a hand, running a thumb along the delicate ridge of her cheekbone. “But I promised you no pain. I mean to keep it.”

The round of her cheek heats under his palm. “But back in Oldtown, you said it was simple enough. Just stick them with the pointy end.”

Oh, he remembers that vividly enough. Stuck on an endless watch with second sons and guttersnipes, the boy called Hero fretting over one of the whores who haunted his patrol. He’d said it as a joke, as a way to ease the kid’s worries, but--

But if he’d known Miss was skulking about instead of snug in her bed, he wouldn’t have said it at all. Fuck, what a fool he is.

“Miss,” he groans, pinching her cheek. “You know better than to take a man’s word when he talks about fucking. Especially if he’s saying it to another man.”

She blinks, utterly guileless. “Not even yours?”

He barks out a laugh. “Especially not mine.”

It’s a mistake to say, pure and simple, especially when he’s got a girl pinned beneath him, hot and begging for his cock. Or, well, inquiring politely about its availability. And to say it to this girl, well--

It makes her entirely too thoughtful. “So everything you have said of lovemaking I’m to assume is...false?”

“W-well now.” He’s surprised he can still blush with the way his cock presses into her. “That’s not what I said, Miss.”

Her brows rise, and oh, she may play a sweet maid, but she’s the daughter of a bar at heart. “But isn’t it?”

Obi heaves a harried sigh, but beneath the cage of his ribs, his heart races. You only like the chase, Torou teased him once, that’s why you never keep what you’ve caught. She’s right, she’s right, but oh, he could chase Miss like this every night, letting her lead him into his own traps and liking her all the more.

“I may joke,” he quotes, leaning close enough to tap her nose with his. “But I never lie.”

Her mouth rounds listening to her words on his lips, eyes growing darker. “Which ones were jokes?”

Her breath is shallow now, matching his. He does not imagine her hunger when he murmurs, “I’m sure my lady could guess.”

Her hips buck beneath his, an accident, but still his eyes roll back in his head. He has to clutch the covers to keep himself upright.

“You once said men would put their mouths, ah--” her gaze flickers down between them, her cheeks pink-- “there.”

He lets his weight press into her, reveling in the way her head tips back with a sigh. “That is what you find far-fetched?”

A giggle bubbles out of her with a gasp. “Why would a man want to put his face down-- down there, when it yields him neither heirs nor pleasure?”

His mouth tilts, wicked. “Are you so sure of that, Miss?”

“I--” he presses a kiss to the slope of her breast, grinning as her back arches, breath leaving her on a sigh-- “oh.”

She licks her lips, eyes fixed to the beams above them. He knows the air she holds is to speak, to compose her next argument. There are two pieces of wisdom the maesters cling to in Oldtown: never interfere when dragons dance and do not get entrenched in a debate with Mistress Shirayuki. Both always lead to ruin.

Little do they know, there’s one way to win against Miss: never let her start.

Her mouth opens, argument at the ready, and Obi takes the tip of her breast into his mouth and sucks.

The noise he draws from her threatens to end this whole affair before it’s even begun. With a hiss, his cock grinds down into the mattress, but feathers are far from what he needs. He rears back, hands gripping her knees where they bracket his hips, long skirts rucked up around them, and he kneads them down her thighs, bringing heavy damask with him. She trembles beneath his touch, eyes dark as she watches him, but he has barely begun to enjoy that look before he catches a sight that captivates him more.

He’d known her cunt would be a pretty thing, flushed and pink, pale flesh framed by deep auburn curls-- ah, how that would end a few bets at the garrison, if he hadn’t seen to it already. Still, he wasn’t prepared to see her fully flowered before him, wet and weeping for his cock though they’ve hardly startled.

“Obi?” His gaze jerks up, taking in the painful flush of her cheeks. “Is there...is there something wrong?”

With me, she means. His Miss is fearless, a woman to throw herself from a tower rather than be held captive, but here she is, shy before his eyes.

“Not at all, Miss.” He lets his mouth cant, cock twitching at the breath that hitches in her chest. “Just thinking about how well I’m about to feast tonight.”

Her eyes pulse wide. “Oh, you don’t have to--”

“Please, Miss.” He drops to his elbows, not missing the way she flutters as his breath ghosts over her folds. “I’m famished.”

Palms settle against the dewy skin of her thighs, pushing them open, pushing them up, and then he licks a long stripe up the length of her slit.

She strangles a squeal, hips bucking, but he’s ready for her. His hands keep her still, keep her steady, pressing her thighs further back as his tongue dips between her lips, taking his first draught of the nectar within.

No woman is sweet; that’s a bard’s song, meant to flatter noble women who dream of a man with a silver tongue as their lover. But Miss is something close to it; clean and fresh and earthy still, untainted. No acrid perfume to mask her scent, just thick and musky and her, the salt heavy on his tongue.

“Obi.” It’s nothing more than a gasp, a prelude to the way her nails drag against his scalp. Her fingers knit in his hair, drawing him closer, and when his lips close around that small bud at the center of her--

Well, it’s a good thing he thought to hold her down. She could break a man’s neck with those legs.

His traitorous cock jumps. Ah yes, of course it likes the idea.

His tongue traces her, once, twice, before he closes in on that place again, using just the barest hint of teeth. She’s whimpering now, so close she’s dripping, staining the silk beneath them. Smart of her to choose his bed; the lord won’t be looking here for her sins.

She strains against him, hips seeking more. He knows what she wants, knows what her cunt is craving, and there’s nothing he’d like to do more than to give it to her; to unlace his trousers and bury his cock to the hilt, but, oh--

He has a point to make. And he knows better than to cede the floor once he has it.

One hand slips down her thigh, her wet curls tangling round his fingers as they trace down, down, past the crease of her leg. She squirms as he brushes her folds, but oh, he slides right to the knuckle, her sheath tight around the blade of his fingers. Her keen splits the air, and he should tell her to hush, tell her that this plan requires some discretion, but--

He doesn’t care, not when with every stroke of his fingers she clenches tighter, so close, body bent back like a bow--

She releases on a sigh, every bit of tension leaving her as she comes around him, his fingers drenched with her. He pulls back, pressing a kiss to her cunt for good measure, and smiles.

“Now tell me, Miss.” He takes her hand in his and puts it right over his aching cock. “Does that feel like nothing to you?”

Her jaw goes slack, eyes dark, and he nearly grins to see her so thoroughly routed, to finally see her bereft of her words--

And then she rubs him. Gentle, testing, and then-- then very much not.

“Miss.” He only just stops himself from rutting against her palm. It’s been far, far too long for her to be touching him like that. Not when he’s already-- when she’s already--

Gods, when she looks like that.

With no warning, she grabs his shirt, dragging him down to slot her mouth against his. He expects her to pulls back, to grimace at the taste of her on his lips, but-- she doesn’t. Instead she rolls her hips into him, only the weave of his trousers between him and her sweet cunt, and--

“We need to--” she gasps for breath against his mouth, ceaselessly moving against him-- “need to-- to--” his teeth graze her bottom lip-- “the baby.”

He springs back, gaze meeting hers. She can’t--

Her hand snakes between them, tugging at his laces. “Now.”

He’d be a liar to say he’d never thought of this, that he’d never dreamed of her reaching for him with hunger in her eyes, but oh, this is-- this is so much more than that. His own fingers fumble at familiar laces, lost, and it’s only Miss that manages to undo the knot there, pulling out his cock. Oh, he’s ready to have her now, to do the duty she has set for him--

“No,” she says, stopping his heart in his chest. She must feel it, since she’s ever held it in her hands. “Obi,” she murmurs, plucking at his shirt, “I want to see you.”

“Miss.” His heart aches more than his cock ever could. “There’s no point. None of this-- none of me is real.”

He does not say, but I am more real than I have ever been before. He cannot say so much, not even to her.

Her eyes are so wide, so wild, so green when she looks up at him. “Then show me the man you want me to see.”

Obi needs no more provocation than that; he whips off his shirt, the filmy material slumping to the floor. Miss’s clever fingers are already at his laces, scrambling to work him free, but he slaps them aside.

“You too,” he pants, pulling wildly at his waistband, “I want to see you too.”

In a flurry of movement, they are left bare, save for the stays his miss struggles with. Her finger scrabble at the stiffened cloth, trying to find purchase, and Obi rumbles out a laugh, shaking his head.

“No, no, Miss,” he purrs, drawing her to the bed, gathering her up on his lap. “Allow me.”

His hand slides beneath his pillow, and with a quick flick of the wrist, her lacing parts beneath the keen edge of his blade. She stares, mouth round and eyes wide, and lets out a laugh.

“I should have known,” she says as the boning falls away, “even naked you are armed.”

“Armed I may be,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, “but against you, I am defenseless.”

Her mouth softens. “Obi...”

He does not know what she means to say, but anything she might do is dangerous. He wraps her up in his arms instead, falling to the bed and catching her mouth. He’s prepared for the drop this time; there’s no jittering of teeth or unpleasant landing, just his hands in her hair, his fingers trailing down her spine, the whole of her radiant atop him.

Though not for long. A single squirm of her hips reminds him of his duty, and in a single, fluid roll, she is beneath him, breathless.

“You’re sure?” he asks, rubbing his cock against her, soaking himself. “You don’t--”

She tilts her hips up, just right, and Mother, Maiden, and Stranger, she better be, because he sinks in with nothing put the smoothest, hottest slide.

“Fuck,” he moans, teeth biting into the pillow. “Fuck. Are you--”

“Just a moment,” she pipes, strained. “I-- there’s so much of you.”

“Yes,” he gasps. “You’ve taken all of me. Fuck, but you’ve taken all of me.”

Her breath hitches, pained. “Is that-- bad?”

He laughs, somewhere between a honk and huff. “Maybe if you were with a lord, and he thought you a-- haah, fuck, but give me a moment, Miss-- light skirt.”

Her hips move so slightly against his, testing the motion. “Should I be-- ahh, that’s good, oh-- tighter?”

“If you were--” he thrusts into her, so gentle, and grits his teeth when she rises to meet him-- “I’d have embarrassed myself by now.”

“We’ve hardly-- haah, Mother--” her head tips back onto the pillow, baring her throat, and oh, who is he to refuse that invitation-- “started.”

“I know, I know, but, fuck--” he closes his eyes, starting a gentle rock that still threatens to ruin him-- “you’re perfect.”

Ah, he did not mean to say that. That’s-- that’s giving away far too many of his secrets.

Her arms wrap around him, legs clamping around his hips. Oh, that he does not pin her to the mattress and fuck her like her cunt’s begging him to should earn him a white cloak.

“Ah!” Her gasp is sweet in his ear, and if every noise she made was not already hurtling him to the edge, then--

“So are you,” she moans, nipping at his ear, “you-- you’re--”

“I’m close,” he admits, “I’m close. Are you sure you want-- should I--?”

“W-wait.” she pulls back, and Father’s cock, it is torture when she leaves him soaked an cold, no cunt to keep him warm. “I’ve heard-- the women say this is, um, the position. The best one. For conceiving.”

She rolls onto her belly, ass tilted into the air as she rises on her knees. Gods, it would take a better man that him not to bury his cock straight into the glistening pink shell of her cunt. She’ barely arranged herself before he’s on her, arms twined with hers.

“Is that what you want?” he says with more clarity than he’s managed since she put her hand to his chest and asked for just this. He sinks into her by inches, and gods, if she isn’t making every sweet noise known to man. “You want me to spill in you?”

“Y-yes,” she whines, “please.”

“You want me to come?” His hand drags down between her breasts, settling on the soft cushion of her stomach. “You want me to put a child in you, mistress?”

“Yours,” she pants, “I want yours. Please.”

It takes no more than that; the edge he’s dancing on falls away beneath him, and he’s only vaguely aware of how he pounds into her, relentless. All he knows is the feel of her clenching around him, so tight, too tight, and the heavenly pitch of her keening, and then-- then--

He follows. As he always has. As he always will.

It should be awkward, after.

They separate with the usual noises; her wetness and his come making a mess of them both, not to mention the sweat they’re drenched in. How he’ll ever sleep in the muddle they’ve made, Obi can’t begin to guess.

He rolls off her, spent. The sheets are damp beneath him.

Ah, but now he’s done it. There’s no going back, not after this. If Master were to find out--

Well, if all goes to Miss’s plan, he’s certain to. Obi scrubs a hand down his face. Ah, Stranger fuck him sideways, what a fool he is.

Still, the work’s not done. He rolls up, hobbling over to the basin. It’s no hardship at all to clean his cock; it’s hardly flagged even after a fucking like that, though it’s only a matter of time before nature takes its course. He soaks the cloth again, cleaning it of his mess, and then wrings it out, turning--

To see Miss on her back, knees folded against her chest, wet cunt making his cock twitch.

“Mother, have mercy,” he laughs, prowling toward the bed, “I’ve already fucked you.”

She blinks, head twisting to follow him as he crawls upon the bed. “Oh, no! This is-- to help it catch.”

He hums, gently taking the cloth to her. She gasps, ball tightening, before relaxing into his touch. “I see. My miss knows all the tricks.”

“I know enough,” she murmurs, cagey. “We will, ah...have to do it more than once, you know. For a babe to catch.”

He hesitates, cloth stilling against her cunt. He did know; he hadn’t been sure she did. “You really mean to do this, then?”

Her gaze meets his, and oh, he knows that set to her chin, that defiant glint in her eye. “It’s the only way,” she says, barely more than a whisper. “Zen needs Riverrun.”

His heart clenches hard in his chest, but it’s nothing he didn’t already know. With one last stroke-- she gasps, and ha, if only his cock would accept there is no encore that would not disappoint-- he sets the cloth aside, laying with his back to her.

“O-Obi?” Her fingers lightly graze his back. “You aren’t--?”

“Wake me up in an hour,” he rumbles, curling into himself. “I’ll be ready for you then.”

She huffs, indignant. “We don’t have to do it all right now.”

“I know.” He turns his head over his shoulder, grin wide and knowing. “But you want to, don’t you?”

She flushes, and oh, he know she would be like this, insatiable. It would be exciting, if it wasn’t for such a limited time.

“Take your nap.” Miss flashes a look at him that can only be called trouble. “You’ll be needing all that stamina, if you want to keep up with your promises.”

[greennightspider]

FairyTale Fic #3: Three Nights (Three Wishes - Genie)

Author’s Note/Summary: This one was very spontaneous, and a VERY loose interpretation of a boy being granted three wishes by his ‘genie’.

**SMUT WARNING**

Reader x Ubbe

On the first night he wished to remind her...

You sighed. The sun was turning from light into dusk, and to the rest of the town that signified the winding down of the day. But for you and the rest of the brothel, it only marked the beginning of your work day. You passed many a scantily clad girl down the hallway as you all readied yourself for the night, most of them only looking to fix their hair and makeup rather than clothe themselves.

The girls all had their own rooms separate from the ‘workrooms’ as you called them, which were hidden down a long hallway behind a curtain of red silk that led to the front of the shop, where couches and benches draped in furs decorated the front of the room, both for customers and sometimes those who liked to be seen during their excursions.

You worked in a brothel south of Hedeby, close enough to port that you had many different clientele pass through the doors, looking for a taste of the foreign, the exotic. And for them you were both, with your almond tan skin and dark loose curls, your appearance was an eye catcher, which is why the Madam made you work Front of House most nights. With flimsy sleeves that fell past your shoulders, a black cotton corset that supported your bosom and gave way to an almost sheer skirt down to your ankles, you were more than a little feast for the wandering eye.

Unlatching the front door you turned and started to light a fire, determined to get it going before the Madam could scold you. However, you heard the solid creak of the front door open and heavy, determined footsteps enter the shop.

What an eager customer, you grumbled. “Welcome sir, how can I help you-“

“Y/N.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned. Four years. Four years since you’d laid eyes on one another. Three years since he left Kattegat. Two years since you had heard he and his brother had taken the foreign lands. And a lifetime since you had uttered his name.

“Ubbe.”

“What are you doing here?” The shock turned to recognition as to where you both were standing.

Unable to meet his eyes you paced around the room, straightening things that didn’t need to be straightened, fluffing furs all the while still feeling his intense gaze on you.

“Oh what would you care,” you scoffed. “Family fell into disrepair. My father broke his leg while hunting and thus become a drunkard who owed money to half the village. And so now I’m here, working off the debt.”

“Working as…?”

You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “ Um, take a look around Ubbe I would think it pretty obvious.”

Darkness swirled in the prince’s eyes. “Why did you never send word, if I had known-“

“You would what.” You hissed, finally turning around. “What would you have done Ubbe. I don’t expect much from a boy who went on a killing crusade without so much as a glance back-“

At me.

Those were the two words you willed yourself not to say, but he knew. You both knew. His face looked pained, knowing he couldn’t refute what you said. The silence of four years hanging between you.

And so he should regret. You thought. For the second in line to Kattegat’s throne had left you with nothing but bitterness and vengeance.

“You don’t need to worry Ubbe, I’ve channelled most of my resentment into my work. It seems its made me quite popular, so you could say I’m doing well for myself.” You licked your tongue playfully, and you swore you could see his jaw clench underneath his beard.

You looked past him at the dying daylight through and shoved past him, sparking the flint left at the window, lighting a candle that signaled you were open for business.

Ubbe let his eyes wander to your figure as you turned back to him, the thin fabric of your skirt leaving nothing to the imagination as it curved softly with your ass. He watched you tuck a stray curl behind your ear as you fed the flame with a soft blow of your supple lips. Your hazel eyes glowing in the small light, revealing them to be pools of dark honey amber.

Brushing back past him you tried to set your mind into work. “Well enough about me. Since you’re here I’m guessing that you want company for the night.”

“Y/N I-“

“I’ll call the madam for you. I’m sure someone like Tirza would do well for you.” already walking away. Leaving a smoldering prince in your wake.

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In your room you removed most of your undergarments. You knew your regular Rohin usually came on Tuesday nights and he didn’t like to waste time. Checking the few candles that were in the room were secure you started to braid your hair up, knowing he liked it when it became dishevelled in your rough throes. Rohan was definitely not unattractive, and you had hoped he would help take your mind of the ghost of your past.

You heard the familiar creak of your door and the echo of footsteps after it as it squeaked shut. You continued to sit by the bedside table, undeterred by your intruder. “A bit early aren’t we Rohan?”

“Is that who you’re prettying up for.”

Instantly you swiveled on your heels to come face to face with Ubbe, removing his shoes and kicking them towards you. He seemed pleased with your reaction, your beguilement too late to cover up. “Don’t stop just for me, although I’ve always preferred your hair down.”

“How did you-“

“Well it is like you said, I am a man in need of company,” he smirked, his eyes snaking down your thinly veiled dress. “And after you boasted about your skills, how could I not be enticed into trying your services.”

“Well then… sir.” Trying to keep your voice even, trying to go into work mode, trying not to feel like prey in a wolf’s clutches. “How would you like this to go?”

“Oh you know how I like it.” He growled, slowly winding his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?”

“Maybe you were never long enough to remember.” You snark back, but you tried to bite back a moan as Ubbe’s fingers dived between your legs through your skirt, your own pussy starting to soak through the fabric.

“Liar.” He chuckled darkly.

In one swift move he pulled you onto the bed as his back was leant up against the bedframe and yourself trapped within his mighty hold. In one swift motion he pulled your dress up and off your body, wasting no time delving back between your thighs with one hand tweaking your nipple, leaving you helpless against his touch.

You gasped as his thick fingers entered you, leaving you gasping for breath. Your back arched as he curled his fingers into your sweet spot, grinding your ass onto his hardened member. “Still as tight as ever I see.” Ubbe panted through gritted teeth, his hand moving from your breast to your hip, pulling you tighter against him so you could feel his member between your cheeks.

You could do nothing but moan, one of your hands reaching behind you to his face, the other hand to his muscled thigh, tugging down at the fabric.

“Eager aren’t we.” His breath was heavy with lust, and he wasted no time stripping his shirt and pants, still holding you in place. You tried to wiggle free to face him but he didn’t let you, only lifting your hips and leaning you against his muscled chest so he could angle himself between your folds.

Both of you groaned at the teasing, your toes curling as Ubbe’s thick member rubbed against your swollen clit. He moved your legs over his so you were spread wide for him. You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling into your head as he entered you, Ubbe just as thick as you remembered.

You felt his fingertips grip your hips mercilessly, Ubbe hissing through his teeth. “By all that is war and blood Valhalla could not make me feel this good.”

Ubbe once again wrapped one hand around your torso, squeezing your breast as the other hand kept a rhythm on your hip.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” When your mouth wasn’t sucking on Ubbe’s fingers it was whispering incoherent cursings into the air, your mind becoming clouded with lust as Ubbe continued to thrust up into you. His pace slowly but surely became maddening, remembering how you liked it rough.

“Go ahead.” He grunted, sinking his mouth into your neck. “You can imagine anyone you want in this.” He snarled as you met his eyes. “But just know that its me who’s filling you. Its me who’s owning you. Its me you belong to.”

All of a sudden your body betrayed you as you screamed in ecstasy, Ubbe’s thrusts now becoming slower and harder, drawing every last euphoric pulse out of you. You whimpered as Ubbe continued to pound your sensitive pussy, until finally he came, moaning in your hair and squeezing your breasts.

“Long enough for you?” Ubbe snarked, but his gaze softened as he saw you had already succumbed to slumber, brushing a stray curl tenderly from your cheek. Silently he popped out of you, earning him a soft grunt from your sleepy mouth as he lay you on your side. Even in your dreamlike state you felt the warm covers envelop you, and strong hands snake around your waste as you feel him tuck you into his arms like he would never let you go.

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In a few hours Ubbe expected to wake to your sleeping, sated body. But instead he was greeted with the image of you buttoning the front of your thin dress.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze, wanting to ignore that soft longing hidden in his gruff tone. “You got what you paid for Ubbe.”

Despite everything your body craved, everything you felt, the feelings you had buried in your heart for so long couldn’t rise now.

Ubbe could have your body, but he couldn’t have your heart.

“What do you mean I paid for the next three nights.”

You froze in your tracks and swivelled back to him with an alarmed smile and widened eyes. “Say… what now??” You almost shrieked.

“Go and ask your madam if you want.” Ubbe patted the furs next to him. “Your ass is mine so you might want to get comfortable.”

You dropped your mouth, your belongings, and your hope of escaping your blue eyed torment onto the floor as you stared at him in disbelief.

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

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[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 25

It's my birthday today and today's the first no stress day all week! So I decided to put out my chapter early! 😊

A/N: the bathtub scene. It's here. Smut, abuse also a sleezy club

Neil's POV

"Bryce Torrance," I repeated, flipping quickly through the telephone book, "you sure?"

"Yes," Katrina answered, the memories flashing through our head again.

A young girl, naked and afraid in a strangers bed. His anger when she confronted him, the sneer on his face when he got away with what he'd done.

It set my teeth on edge, what this fucker got away with. I scribbled down addresses and went to the door, stopping quickly to look at our reflection. I'd raided the man's closet after throwing Katrina's clothes in the wash, finding an oversized flannel and jeans that would work for now. Lifted up the shirt to inspect an angry red scab on our ribs.

Old habits.

I couldn't feel it and neither did Katrina, but I'd have to stop and get some medication and bandages so it doesn't reopen or get infected. Can't have her getting sick.

--

We found him on the third try. Grown up now, with a white picket fence and a lovely little wife bouncing a child on her hip.

"Fuck," Katrina growled, "we can't do this."

I looked in the rear view mirror of the man's car from the cabin, made eye contact with Katrina.

"Cold feet?"

"He has a family, he's probably forgotten, made himself a better person."

"Does that atone for his past, him being a father? Does what he did not matter because he's married?" My heart twinged, thinking of what Olivia had said to me.

I knew Katrina was remembering what Olivia had told me too. I could feel the sadness mirrored in her heart.

"No," she whispered.

"I'll follow him."

--

I followed him for three days, from home to work and then to this building until late at night. A dark building, with no signs advertising what was inside. I got out of the car and walked up to the door, keeping my head low until I got inside.

A thick arm stuck out in front of me, barring my entrance.

"You lost little girl?"

I looked up to see a large bald man in front of me, dressed in an all black suit.

"I...I'm looking for a friend," I smiled tightly.

He grabbed my chin in his meaty hand, angling my face to look at our eyes, "interesting."

I scowled and pulled myself out of his hand.

"The boss will like those eyes," he smirked, "he'll be your friend. Give you a job too."

I tried to object but he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me through the club.

Inside was all black, with multi colored lights shining over stages and plush booths. A dead eyed girl twirled on a pole, extending herself out to grab a wad of cash from an older man. The song ended and she walked off the stage, slow like one would walk to their execution, and followed the man out of the room, behind a curtain.

Bryce has to be here somewhere, behind one of the many curtains. I just need to lose the bouncer. He led me to the back of the club, into a room with a huge leather couch and a dark wooden table.

"Boss'll be a couple minutes," he grunted, leaving me alone in the room.

I could feel our heart starting to race.

"I don't like this," Katrina whispered, "we shouldn't be here."

"Relax. I can handle this."

I only had a moment to look around the office before a man walked in.

Bryce.

"Evening, sweetheart," his voice was syrupy sweet, "word is you're looking for a job?"

"That's him," Katrina urged.

I nodded, "yes."

He walked over to the desk, dropped down into the chair and studied me.

"Well, no offense sweetheart, but you look like someone who's been sleeping in an alley, not exactly what we're going for here. We like our girls to look...irresistible, decadent...sinful."

I grit my teeth before answering, "I just moved, all my clothes aren't here yet. I stumbled in here on accident."

He leaned back, "well, which is it? Looking for a job or stumbled in here on accident?"

"Both. I need a job, but I didn't come looking for this place."

He laughed, "that sounds like fate to me. Tell you what, since you've got nice eyes," he pulled a handful of cash from a drawer and handed it to me, "buy yourself something pretty for me and come back tomorrow. We'll have...an interview."

Katrina was screaming for me to kill him and run. To not come back.

I extended a hand to him and smiled, "see you tomorrow."

"What the fuck?" Katrina yelled, "you had him!"

I glanced up at the rear view mirror, "and I'll have him again tomorrow, but I'll be better prepared. Have to have a plan, pet."

I felt her anger die down to a simmer when she grumbled, "fine."

"Now, direct me to your house. We need some things."

We slipped in and out Katrina's apartment without anyone noticing us. Retreated back down the staircase with a bag of clothes and things that Katrina had asked me to grab and bring back to the cabin. Slid back into our car and hunkered down when a blue car rumbled up and parked near the building.

--

Katrina's POV

The room with the giant pink tub was back. The spaces between the plants and around the tub were now filled with candles, casting a warm glow. Neil stood in front of me, a hand resting gently on my hip. The other came up to my face, his knuckles dragging softly across my cheek before cupping my face.

"Take some time to relax. We need to be prepared for tomorrow," he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, into the hard plane of his chest under my hand and the feeling of his fingers sliding up under my shirt. I could feel his chest rising as he breathed, could feel our heart beating faster in our chest.

If I let myself, I could easily forget my real life in exchange for this one. Stay here in a dream with Neil and not turn back.

Neil gentled my pants down my legs, waiting for me to step out of them before slowly standing back up, trailing his nose along my skin. A hand wrapped into my hair, the other settling on my naked hip and holding me close. He paused, his face a mere breath from my own and looked into my eyes. Paused there like he expected me to turn away and kissed me when I didn't.

Velvet lips pressed against mine, moved slowly and gentled my lips open. A sigh shared between lungs when our tongues met. I melted into him and felt his fingers tighten on my hip.

"Olivia," he breathed against my lips.

He froze instantly and pulled away, "I..shit, I should leave..."

I clutched at his shirt, "no, stay...please."

My hands twisted in his shirt, holding tight as I pleaded with him to stay.

His face softened a little before pulling me into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my back, holding me to him as he tucked his face against my head. He let out a sigh and nuzzled into my hair, shoulders slumping as he relaxed into the embrace. Stayed like that for a minute before he started to pull away.

"Come on," he murmured, leading me towards the tub.

Neil held my arm as I climbed into the tub, sinking down into the steamy water. Turned to leave once more but was stopped by me clinging tight to his arm.

"Please, stay," I pleaded again.

He looked at me softly and smiled, leaning down to kiss me again. I pulled at him, wanting to be as close as possible. Slipped one hand down to grab the hem of his jeans. He pulled away, just enough to look into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

I smiled, breathless, "yes..I want you."

He climbed into the bath with me, soaking his clothes and sending water splashing out over the side. Kissed me harder this time, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Captured my lip between his teeth and tugged, pulling a whine from my throat.

"Neil," I panted, fingers curling under his shirt.

He pulled back to remove the shirt and curled over me again, hesitating inches from my face.

"Do you think I'm a bad man?" He asked, eyes darting away from me.

I slid my hands up his sides, feeling the raised scars on top of hard muscle. His face dropped, shameful.

"No," I whispered.

He turned back to me, lip pulled tight to stop it from shaking.

I lifted one hand to his cheek, watched him close him eyes and press into it.

"I know you're not all bad. I know you're hurting," I soothed.

I pulled to close the space between us, bringing his lips back to mine and threading my hand into his hair with a sigh.

He kissed down my neck, nipping gently when I arched up into him. His hand smoothed over my hip to hitch my leg up to his waist before dipping lower to toy between my folds. A low hum against my throat when he slowly pressed a finger in. I moaned, writhing from his teasing, lifting my hips to meet his hand, begging for more.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased, smirking when he lifted his head to look at me.

I whined, stretching to try and recapture his lips. He leaned back, watching my gasps when he added a second and third finger. His hand moved slowly, just enough to keep me whining and needy. My hands shook as I fumbled to try and undo his pants.

"Look at you," he cooed, coming forward to kiss down my jaw, "I've only just started and you're shaking."

"Please," I begged, "I need you."

He wasted no more time and pulled away to tug his pants off before curling back over me and flipping us so I could straddle his hips. Water sloshed with the movement of my hips, grinding against him.

A coy smile when he grabbed my jaw in one hand, bringing me close for a kiss. Teeth sunk into my lip when he lined up and pulled me down. A breathless moan shared between us. My hand braced on his shoulder so I could ride him, rocking slowly. Neil's head tipped back against the tub, watching as I bounced.

Fingers moved from my chin, up and past my lips. I stopped bouncing and closed my lips around his fingers, sucking and swirling my tongue. Coating him in my saliva and gagging when he pushed them deeper. He pulled his fingers away and slapped me with them, smearing spit across my cheek.

I gasped and stared at him, shocked.

"Did I say you could stop?" He growled, rutting his hips up sharply.

"I'm sorry," I whined, starting to rock into him again.

We chased our release. Pulling hair, scratching and clashing teeth like we were fighting to the death. I was careening towards my orgasm when a strong hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tight. I wrapped a hand around his wrist, my eyes brimming with tears as I started to get light headed. His eyes took on a cruel glint the harder he squeezed, like he could easily suffocate me without a care in the world. My head was swimming, darkness creeping around the edges of my vision. I was barely aware of Neil licking tears from my cheeks as I struggled to pull his hand away. My body went taut when I came, a silent cry dying on my lips as I blacked out.

I opened my eyes groggily to find myself leaning back against Neil's chest. Nuzzled into his wet skin with a sleepy moan.

"Good morning, pet," he murmured, kissing my head gently, "how do you feel?"

I hummed, sinking down into him, "good."

He lifted a soapy hand, letting the bubbles drip off. I smiled and blew them off before grabbing his hand in mine. A breathy laugh when he buried his face into my shoulder.

"Should we go to bed?"

--

I woke up in the afternoon in full control of my body for the first time since being stabbed. No voice in my head, no feeling of Neil in the background. I got up and started exploring the cabin. It had been scrubbed and put back together after our last time here. No sign of what had happened. Unless you knew to look. Then you would find the stained wood floor under the new rug in the living room and the now mismatched lamps in the hall. You would see a long scratch across the living room window. All evidence of the horrible night we spent here.

I searched the kitchen, pulling soup from the cupboard and putting it on the stove to heat up. Sprinkled hot chocolate powder into a mug and turned the kettle on.

Took my bowl and mug and went out to the deck to eat. Sat there and enjoyed the fresh air while the afternoon tick by.

@alias-b @charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama

[hartigays]

32: angst, billy is pushing Steve away and then they get into a fight and billy blurts it out

32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“what’s wrong with you?”

steve blinks at billy expectantly. billy doesn’t look up, but he does pause his frantic notetaking. there’s a long pause where steve doesn’t get an answer.

and then, “what?”

that sour feeling that’s been churning in steve’s gut for the past few weeks rears its ugly head once again.

“you’ve been acting weird. we need to talk,” steve says quietly.

he has his hands clasped together, resting on the kitchen table before him while he twiddles his thumbs.

billy finally looks up. his face is perfectly neutral, making steve’s stomach sink.

it’s been like this for almost a month now. billy won’t talk to him, and steve is at a loss as to what to do.

at first, he thought billy’s nightmares had come back. but billy has been sleeping through the night like a baby, without incident.

steve then tried to attribute it to school stress. but billy’s taking a light courseload this semester, and seems to have no problem balancing school and work.

so, naturally, steve can only conclude that it’s him. that he’s the problem. he’s been trying to get billy to open up more, to be more comfortable talking about his feelings. to be more open about what’s going on with him.

no such luck.

that being said, it’s making it really hard for steve to understand what’s going on. making it even harder for him to come to any conclusions other than that he’s done something wrong.

he’s been given no evidence to the contrary, even when he’s all but fucking asked billy to give him some. to prove to him that they’re okay. that steve hasn’t somehow ruined this, too. like he has with pretty much everything else in his life.

steve is starting to wonder, very seriously, if this new attitude of billy’s is permanent. and if it is, how much more of it he can take before he breaks.

billy puts his pen down and sits back in his chair. folds his arms across his chest and gives steve a careful, measured look.

“so talk,” he says, gesturing for steve to continue.

steve swallows around the lump in his throat. “you’ve just been...off. i’m just - i feel like i’ve done something wrong. but you won’t talk to me.”

“i talk to you all the time. we’re talking right now,” billy points out, his lips quirking up a little.

it’s frustrating, to say the least. nowadays, billy’s always deflecting, always turning everything into a joke. shutting down and distancing himself.

he’s been through hell, steve knows. but it’s been years, with countless hours of therapy and trauma recovery. and in all other areas of life, billy seems to be thriving.

but not here, not with steve. here, he’s suddenly become withdrawn, distant. the once deep well of careful attention and gratuitous affection he’s always reserved for steve seems to have run dry. everything is a joke now, their conversations shallow and lacking in any real depth.

not to mention, billy doesn’t ever seem to want to talk about the future anymore. about what it holds for them and their relationship. and he keeps himself busy more often than not nowadays, seeming to have all the time in the world for anything other than steve.

steve has just about had enough. billy means the world to him, but he knows better than to stay in a deteriorating relationship just because he doesn’t want to lose someone he loves.

“you know what i mean,” steve sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “look, if you’re not going to talk to me, or at least give me some idea of what’s going on on with you, then i’m - i don’t think i can do this.”

billy’s expression shifts, something like worry now swimming in his eyes. “steve, i was just - i’m kidding. ‘m not being serious.”

“that’s the problem!” steve cries out, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. “you’re never serious anymore. i’ve tried to get you to talk to me, to tell me what’s been going on with you, but you just - everything is a joke to you.”

“i didn’t think anything was wrong.”

“god. billy. you’ve been so detached, and distant, and you never talk to me about how you’re feeling or what’s going through your mind.” steve shoves his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. “we used to talk to each other. like, really talk to each other. do you remember that at all?”

“steve -”

“i don’t want excuses anymore, billy,” steve cuts him off. he sounds as defeated as he feels. “no more deflecting. no more holding shit back. no more treating this like it’s a joke. like i’m a joke. either you level with me, or i’m gone.”

billy just keeps blinking at him, seemingly frozen in place. steve can see the muscle in his jaw twitching, presumably from how hard he’s grinding his teeth.

“we used to be so happy together,” steve tells him, his voice soft. “everything was perfect. we talked, all the time. about everything. what happened to us? was it something i did?”

more silence. steve wants to just scream, maybe even pull his hair out. beg billy to give him some clue about what changed between them, about what’s making him pull away.

instead, steve waits as patiently as he can for billy to speak. he waits a long time. eventually, when billy still hasn’t spoken, steve looks down at his hands.

tears well up in his eyes and he pushes back from the table, moving to stand and walk away. he’s turning towards the hallway leading to their bedroom with a sniffle, when billy’s hand reaches out to grab his.

“wait, just - i don’t know how - i’m trying, okay?” billy pleads, looking up at steve with those big blue eyes of his. “christ, i’m sorry. i didn’t know i was making you so fuckin’ unhappy.”

billy’s tone has turned rough, accusatory. but steve is used to his defense mechanisms by now.

“i’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. been trying to get you to tell me what the fuck is up so we can fix it, but you won’t,” steve reminds him, giving him a sad smile. “if you didn’t know, it’s because you didn’t want to.”

steve pulls his hand from billy’s, heading in the direction of their bedroom. he’s just stepped into the hallway when he hears it.

“i think i’m in love with you. and that scares the ever-living fuck out of me.”

it feels like his heart has leapt up into his throat. steve is now the one frozen in place, his whole world tilting. he hears footsteps, then feels billy hovering behind him.

“you what?” steve squeaks, turning to look at him.

“i’m in love with you,” billy repeats, his cheeks tinged red. “and i - it’s fuckin’ terrifying. you make me feel shit i never thought i could before. i just. i needed time, and space.”

steve furrows his brows in concern. takes one of billy’s hands. “i would’ve given you that. you could’ve just told me how you felt, and what you needed, billy.”

“i was...” billy trails off. he fixes his eyes on the wall behind steve. “i guess i thought it’d be easier if i just kept it to myself. in case you changed your mind.”

“changed my mind?” steve asks, tilting his head to the side.

“about me,” billy mutters. he starts to gnaw on his lip. “about us.”

“not a damn thing in this world could ever make me change my mind about you,” steve says immediately, squeezing billy’s hand. “i’m in love with you, too. have been for a while.”

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to billy’s lips. steve can hear billy’s little sigh of relief when he does.

“and for the record, talking about your feelings is never going to make me change my mind, either,” steve tells him. “telling me how you’re feeling, talking to me about anything that’s on your mind - those things are just going to make me feel closer to you.”

“i’m going to do better,” billy vows. he clutches both of steve’s hands between his, bringing them up to his lips and giving them a soft kiss. “i promise.”

“billy hargove, secret softie,” steve jokes. he presses a lingering kiss to the corner of billy’s mouth.

“only for you, sweetheart.”

it’s a conversation they’ll continue having, but for right now, they’ve said enough. steve feels nothing but relief, and billy feels ten pounds lighter with that weight off of his shoulders.

they both have changes to make, things to work on. but that’s the beauty of finally talking about the things that need to be talked about. they can move forward, make progress instead of constantly moving backwards.

progress takes work, and dedication. but they can and will do it the same way they do everything else.

together.

[vesuviannights]

hey!! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you do 11 and 28 for Muriel? Thank you!!💕

For my final trick this evening, some soft mountain man!!!! ˢᵒᶠᵗˢᵒᶠᵗᵐᵒᵘⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿᵐᵃⁿˢᵒᶠᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗ I had particular pleasure in editing his sprite and the background to create his banner though also much frustration because he so soft sad soft

Muriel/You. Female/afab reader. 

You find Muriel dozing in the morning sunlight. Lots of praise for our man. Soft, soft, soft.

Prompt: “Look at you, all spread out for me” and “Someone so cute shouldn’t ever have to touch themselves, baby” from this post.

**

Muriel is laid out in the centre of the clearing, directly beneath a shaft of sunlight peeking through the canopy above. His eyes are closed, his muscles soft in a way you so rarely get to see. A few feet away, Inanna is sniffing at trees and insects, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment as much as her master.

You walk toward him, steps soft. He always tells you that they’re too soft, that he’d have to look to see you coming even in an empty room. You watch the soft rise and fall of his chest, eye the way his hair shifts from obsidian to onyx as the sunlight dances around him.

“Look at you, all spread out for me.”

You mean it as a soft joke, words of endearment, but even before he has opened his eyes you can see the pink flush of his cheeks, the uncertain slack of his jaw as he sits up and tries to form an answer to give back to you, something equally as doting and wonderful, but words have never been his strong suit.

As you come to a stop in front of him, fingertips pushing the hair from his face, you watch him turn into your touch and realise no part of you means it as a joke any longer, and every part of you means it the same way every atom of a black hole intends to devour the universe – slowly, and absolutely.

“Can we—?” You ask. He nods, one short movement, before you have even finished. The darkening rings of his irises tell you he was craving it as much as you were, even if he would never have denied you.

Sinking into his lap, you shift back to sit on his knees and take your lips to his. He holds you there, his large palm cradling the nape of your neck as you fumble with the waist of his pants, already so eager to get your hands on him.

When he realises the exact path your plans are taking, he gently takes hold of one wrist, shaking his head.

“I’ll take care of myself,” he tells you. His lips find your jaw, peppering slow, soft kisses along its line. “You’re what matters right now. Only you.”

But you must disagree. As his lips move down your neck to you collar bone, you sigh and twist your wrist from his grip. When he looks up to you with a questioning frown, you place that hand to his cheek, a mischievous grin twisting your lips.

“I want to take care of you,” you tell him. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you grind down onto him through his pants, feeling him swell and twitch beneath you. “Someone so cute shouldn’t ever have to touch themselves.”

You think you spy him rolling his eyes, along with the slightest twitch of his lips. You kiss the tip of his nose and resume your fumbling at his waist, flicking the button and pulling at the zipper. All the while, you use his thigh to grind against your aching self, the action causing your breath to hitch just a little every few seconds.

When he’s free, pants pooled around his ankles, your own garment forgotten somewhere on the ground nearby, you position yourself over him, thighs quivering from the anticipation of his length.

It’s always a stretch; he always seems a little too large for you at first, and in more ways than one. The one time his words are good to him is when you’re taking his cock and he’s murmuring words of endearment to you, telling you how good you feel stretching around him, how much he loves that you never shy away, how well you’re doing.

After a few moments with him resting inside of you, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and begin to move, rocking your hips forward, the hard length of him pressing all of the best parts of you.

“Muriel— ” It comes out as a whimper as you throw your head back, allowing him to bury his face in your neck. His hands flatten against your lower back, guiding and steadying you, allowing you to do whatever makes you feel good, to take whatever you need from him as you writhe on his hard length.

“Your cock feels so good stretching me—” You tell him. You have to gently pull his face from your neck to watch the already-present flush creep a little further, reaching the tips of his ears as you voice your praise. “I love riding you, love it when you hold me—”

You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale as his hips twitch, sending his cock to the hilt inside of you. The clearing around you explodes like starlight on a moonless night, and you quiver in his hands at the feeling of him filling you so completely.

“I’ll always give you anything you need,” he tells you, lips against your jaw as he begins to thrust up into you. You bounce in his lap, breasts jerking with the movement. He tilts you back just enough to lean down and take one pert nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before latching on and sucking.

You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, the sound echoing through the clearing, startling birds and critters and all kinds of life from their hides, but you barely notice. Shaking in his hands, still bouncing on his cock as he thrusts into you, you grasp out for whatever you can hold to steady yourself, finding his shoulders at least and digging your nails in to try to ground yourself.

Just as you think you’re starting to settle, he releases your breast and buries his face into your neck. The crisp air of the morning envelopes your wet nipple, and you clutch a little tighter to him as the sensation threatens to send you over the edge again.

“I want—” He gasps into your neck. His thrusts have become more uneven, the movements jerking and desperate as he approaches his own release. “I’m coming. I want to come inside of you, please—”

You nod, and the moment you do, his shouts echo through the clearing much like your own, the sound reverberating in your chest as his seed fills you, warming your belly, bringing a flush to your cheeks.

After, when you both have your breath back and he’s still seated inside of you, he shifts himself to lay the two of you down in the warm beams of sunlight. Arms wrapped around your waist, he kisses the top of your head and sighs, murmuring to you until you close your eyes to doze in the morning light.

[waywardrose13]

Mind Over Matter (Fluffy Ending)

Summary: She sold her soul for her sister, and saying goodbye to her family and the one she loved most was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Five years later, she finds herself topside, and Y/N walks into a whole new nightmare she never thought she’d have to face.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x OFC

Word Count: 13,876

Warnings: ANGST, soul selling, flashbacks, nightmares, torture, graphic violence, character death, depression, implied suicidal thoughts, lack of appetite/anorexia (sort of), unrequited love, language, injury, self loathing, self deprecation, Dean is a dick, hurtful things said to reader, TW: STRONGLY implied past sexual assault/mentions of

There are a lot of warnings, please let me know if I missed any.

Written for; @spndarkbingo (Square: Somniphobia), @heavenandhellbingo (Square: Escaping Hell), @badthingshappenbingo (Square: Flashbacks), @spndeanbingo (Square: Hell)

Would rather have an angsty ending? Go here!

“This isn’t a good idea,” Jane said, sweeping a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“There are people dying,” I said, grinding my teeth. “We’ve been over this.”

“We don’t know what we’re up against,” she muttered. “We could have at least-”

“No, Jane,” I said, whipping my head around to look her in the eye. She closed her mouth, young eyes looking up at me. “I told you. We can handle this.”

“But Dean said-”

“I don’t give a fuck about what Dean said. He doesn’t get to bench us. He’s not dad,” I said. “There are people dying in this town and this is how we can stop it. If he won’t do it, we will.”

She sighed, biting her lip. “Okay.”

I smiled, putting my hand up to her cheek. “Stay with me. If I say run, you run. Don’t worry about me, okay, little duck?”

She nodded, blinking a few times before letting out a deep breath, following me into the vamp nest.

What we thought was a small nest, turned out to be a nest of about sixteen. We sliced our way through the rooms, our backs to each other as we moved through the barn.

A scream echoed through the room, and I turned to see Jane be picked up by two vamps, my eyes widening. One of them grabbed me from behind, and I let out a frustrated growl as I bucked and squirmed in his hold. I watched with a heavy heart as Jane was held down by one vamp as the other bared its fangs, gripping her chocolate hair in his fist as he sank his teeth into her throat.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing in the arms of the vamp behind me. He laughed, breath hot against my ear as one hand raised to palm at my breast. I growled, writhing with fury.

I reared my head back against his nose, and he loosened his grip enough for me to slip free. I grabbed my blade from the ground and swung it up, taking his head off in one motion.

I honed in on the vamp holding Jane down, kicking the back of his knees. He grunted, dropping to the ground and I swung my blade again, a hot spray of blood coating my face.

“Don’t move,” a voice sounded. I looked up, swallowing as I saw Jane in the other one’s hold. Her back was pressed against his chest as his hands crept to her bleeding throat, her eyes tired and legs weak as she stared at me. My face trembled as anger coursed through my veins, and I raised my blade.

“Let her go,” I hissed, his smirk growing.

“Why? So you can kill me?” He asked, his nose pressed against the side of her head. She flinched.

“I swear to God, you son of a bitch, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He asked, looking at me again. “You don’t think I’ve got friends in other places? Please. Maybe I’ll take her with me, turn her. Maybe… she’ll be my mate.”

I drew my gun, clicking the safety off. He snarled, hands tightening. “That won’t do any good.”

“No?” I asked. “It’ll hurt through.”

With him distracted, Jane was able to retrieve a syringe of dead man’s blood from her jacket pocket, and she stabbed his thigh, a cry of pain escaping from his chest. She pressed the plunger, and as he realized just what she had done, I watched in horror as he clenched his jaw and flexed his muscles, the sickening snap of my sister’s neck sounding through the room.

“No!” I screamed, running towards her. She fell as he did, and I dropped to my knees, catching her before she could crash to the ground. Tears blurred my vision as I frantically felt for a pulse, pushing her hair back from her face. “No! No! No!”

I shot upright with a cry. My chest heaved as I took in lungfuls of air, my hands coming to wipe my wet cheeks and push my sweat drenched hair from my face. I fisted my hand at the top of my head as I clutched the sheet to my chest, tears still streaming from my sore eyes.

My door burst open, a startled scream leaving me at the sudden intrusion. Sam stood in the doorway, a worried look on his face as he stared at me.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked. I choked on my words, looking away from him.

“She’s… she’s alive?” I asked, squeezing my eyes shut. “She’s okay?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, knowing exactly what I meant. I turned my head towards him again, opening my eyes to look up at him. “She’s alive. I promise.”

I nodded, biting my lip as I was trying to slow my breathing down. I looked past him, spotting Dean in the hallway with his arms crossed and a hard look on his face. My heart panged, longing to be in his arms again. But I knew what I did hurt him. I watched with a frown as he turned and walked away, Sam still staring at me.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked. I nodded, and he murmured a quick “okay” before leaving me alone, closing the door softly behind him.

I laid back, my head resting softly against the pillow as I stared up at the ceiling. It was my second night back, the first time I had tried to sleep since hell. The memories from the dreaded night were slowly coming back to me, and even though I knew she was alive, I still felt the pain of when she died.

The bastard that killed Jane got what he deserved. He was an unrecognizable pile of flesh when I was finished with him. I had packed Jane up into the car, laying her carefully on the backseat before looking at a map, knowing exactly where I would go.

The demon had given me a year, my track record of killing them on top of being Dean Winchester’s girlfriend made the time change from the usual ten years. She had said it was almost poetic, receiving the same amount of time for selling my soul for my sibling as Dean did.

I hadn’t regretted it. Jane deserved to live more than I did, and I couldn’t imagine a world without her smile in it. She touched everyone around her, instantly filling someone’s day with light. Whereas I, on the other hand, was full of dark thoughts and anxiety. I wouldn’t be missed as much as her. And I couldn’t let her die. Knowing I would never hear her laugh or see her smile killed me.

So I made a deal. She knew I did something as soon as she woke up. She wasn’t stupid. She was furious with me for a long time, but I didn’t regret it once. Eventually, she understood, and we shed a lot of tears for a while, until I wouldn’t let her cry over me anymore.

Dean didn’t speak to me for weeks after I told him. It nearly killed me then and there. He was the only man I had ever loved. I hadn’t had many chances, anyway. He was my first real relationship, and I had fallen hard and fast. I was only twenty-two, and he was nine years my senior. Our relationship had been viewed as taboo from many people around us, but we couldn’t be bothered with that.

When he finally came back to me, we didn’t leave his bedroom for a good three days. We’d talk and make love, or simply lay with each other, basking in each other’s presence. I’d only seen him cry twice before, but he cried a great deal over those few days.

When the year was up, the bunker was quiet. Dean never left my side, and his hand never left mine. The thought of leaving him behind was absolute torture, and it made it worse when he frantically searched the books for a way out.

“There has to be something, dammit! Those old pricks had to have found a way!” Dean yelled, throwing yet another book across the room. I jumped as it collided with a lamp, both clattering to the ground, the bulb in the lamp shattering.

“Dean, please!” I said, taking his hands in mine. He shook me off, riffling through the bookshelves. “Dean!”

“No! I won’t give up! There has to be away out of this,” he said. “There has to be.”

He frantically flipped through book after book, simply dropping them to the ground when he was finished. “Stop it!”

He froze as my voice pierced his ears, and he turned to look at me.

“You’ll drive yourself insane! There is no way out of this that will end with both me and Jane alive.” He shook his head. “I can hear them, Dean.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

I swallowed thickly. “You know what. You went through it, and it means it’s almost time.”

He shook his head again, lip wobbling as he walked forward, hands cupping my face. “No, no, no. We need more time… I can fix this, I can-”

I silenced him with my lips, eyes fluttering closed as I surrounded myself with him one last time.

“Do me a favour, Dean,” I whispered. “Stop looking. Stop beating yourself up over this. Just know I love you.”

And not ten minutes later, I had walked up the stairs and out the front door of the bunker, sinking to my knees a few hundred feet away, embracing death with open arms, knowing that my sister was sleeping soundly inside.

I woke up buried in a coffin five years later.

I climbed my way out, finding myself in the field a little way behind the bunker. It was my favorite spot, mostly because it was where Dean and I proclaimed our love for each other. It turned into our little space, and I nearly dropped to my knees knowing that’s where he wanted to bury me.

After waking up, the world around me was calming. The field was a brilliant green, the grass taller than I remembered, and more wildflowers had sprouted. Kansas wasn’t known for their many trees, but the big oak that Dean and I would lay under was as great as ever, the leaves rustling in the soft wind. Memories haunted the grounds of the field, replaying the smiles and blushes and gentle caresses that I desperately tried to hang on to in hell.

But they were just that; a memory. A simple thought blown away by the breeze that no longer carried the life and love that once thrived there.

Dean tried to kill me when he saw me. He thought I was a shifter, or a demon. But Sam did the tests after calming him down, he too realized it was me. Sam welcomed me back with wide open arms, arms that I had to talk myself into walking into, and a few tears, but Dean barely said a word, his jaw clenched the whole time and arms crossed over his chest, almost as if he was blocking his heart. When I tried to touch him, he backed away, turning to walk down the hall without a word.

I jumped when I heard his door slam from deep inside the bunker.

So here I was, heart and spirit broken as I lay awake in my old bedroom, obviously not welcomed in Dean’s. Jane was out on a hunt with a friend, apparently. Sam had filled me in on what had happened within the years I was gone.

It killed me that Dean was so sour towards me. It made me realize that he must hate me for leaving, and that he had fallen out of love with me. I wondered if he found someone new. And although I knew he probably would, it still hurt all the same.

It wasn’t my place to feel that way anymore, though.

His reaction was odd, and the insecurities and self doubt that I had when Dean and I first got together began to creep into my mind. I never thought he’d give me the light of day, let alone be with me. And once we were together, it was hard to believe him when he said he wanted to. I couldn’t come up with a reason as to why, but he’d constantly remind me of the multiple reasons why he was, and somehow it would be okay. Eventually, those insecurities faded, but now, I wondered if what he said was really true, or if he simply told me what I wanted to hear.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep, so I turned onto my side, squeezing my eyes shut to try and will the tears away.

***

The next day, I didn’t see Dean at all.

Sam caught me up on Game of Thrones and watched the latest Marvel movies I had missed. But he could tell I was missing Dean. And he could tell I was lying about being okay.

Whenever he’d come near me, I’d flinch. I could no longer be touched, and I stuttered more, something I hadn’t done since I was a teenager.

But he didn’t prod. He let me be, and didn’t say anything when he caught me pouring a good amount of Dean’s whiskey into my coffee; or when I drank straight from the bottle at lunch. He didn’t prod when he realized I wasn’t going to bed for the night, leaving me at the library table with Dean’s whiskey and a glass of ice.

Everytime I close my eyes, flashes from hell would replay; the pain and fear I felt for so long bottling up inside my head with nowhere to go. It was five years Earth time, but six-hundred for me, and not once within those six-hundred years did the torture let up.

The bunker door opened around two in the morning, and Dean stumbled in. I watched as he ignored my presence, making his way to the liquor cabinet. I swallowed thickly as I realized he was looking for his whiskey.

He looked over his shoulder, grumbling under his breath as he stalked towards me, eyes hard as he looked down at me.

“That’s mine,” he said.

“Sorry,” I murmured. He glanced down at the bottle, lip twitching as he saw it was nearly empty.

“You just assume it’s okay to take something that doesn’t belong to you?” He asked, snatching the bottle from the table. He took a drink from it.

“Well I… I just saw it and…” I furrowed my brows as his stare never relented. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. You’d share your stash with me all the time.”

“That was when we were together,” he snarled. He slammed the bottle down onto the wood, making me flinch.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, looking away from him. Tears pricked my eyes, and I bit my lip trying to keep them down. I couldn’t cry. Not now. Just knowing that he didn’t want to try to be together again made my heart clench painfully in my chest.

“No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re never sorry. You never were. And you’re not now. You’re back, and you think you just own the place again.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You and Sam are pals. You’re in my flannel-” I glanced down at the shirt I stole from the laundry room- “And you drink my fucking whiskey.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up!” He yelled. I jumped, an unwelcomed whimper slipping past my lips. “You don’t mean to do anything! Why the fuck are you alive?”

Ouch.

A tear slipped down my cheek and I wiped it away, hoping he didn’t see it. But he did, and his face softened for a moment.

“I’m sorry that me being alive and out of hell has ruined your life so much,” I whispered, getting up to leave.

“Princess…”

I flinched at that, my body tensing up as memories flashed through my head. That nickname from Dean had been turned and used against me in hell. Amel, the demon who had taken me as his own toy, had began to call me that once he realized Dean did.

I vaguely heard him saying my name, and I gasped as his hand landed on my shoulder. I stumbled back, tripping over the leg of the chair and falling onto my ass. I trembled violently, my breaths coming in gasping gulps as I tried to catch it.

Dean lowered slowly down in front of me, shushing me.

“Hey, hey you’re safe,” he said quietly. I shook my head, scooting back away from him. My body shook with panic, and I frantically tried to catch my breath. “Y/N, hey. Look at me.”

“No, I-I can’t,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut.

“You can. Give me your hands princ- Y/N,” he said quietly. I didn’t move, and he didn’t push me to. He waited until I reluctantly placed my hands in his. They were rougher than I remembered, but still soft; his touch gentle, his fingers caressing my skin slowly. “Match by breathing. That’s it.”

I took a breath with each one he did, trying to calm down. That nickname registered pain that I tried to push away. I should have known it would be too hard to do.

His face was somber, and I allowed myself a good look at it. He had aged well, looking the same other than a few more lines here and there and a more defined face. The crinkles around his eyes had deepened with the years, but his green orbs were the same. They still held that slight sliver of hope that he rarely believed in, and still held the pain. But there was something else, a look I had missed more than anything.

He placed a hand on my cheek for a moment, not missing when I tensed up. His eyes bored into mine, but he pulled away after only a few seconds, standing without a word and walking out of the room, grabbing the whiskey on the way out.

***

“There is nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you,” his voice whispered in my ear. The sun shone brightly through the clouds, warming the air and the grass around us. My fingers ran through the blades of green, eyes trained on the opposite side of the field as Dean’s fingers gently moved my hair back from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “You know that.”

I sighed, tears pricking the backs of my eyes. I looked up at him, glancing down to his lips for a moment. “I don’t.”

“Y/N,” he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek as he gazed lovingly at me. A small smile danced on his lips, and his thumb brushed against my skin. “You do. Do you know why?”

“Because we’re soulmates,” I whispered, looking down at the silly title I came up with months ago. ‘Boyfriend and Girlfriend `` wasn’t strong enough, and I had felt it the day we met that we were meant to be. He hummed.

“And you will always be my love,” he said quietly. “There is nothing, nothing, that could ever change that.”

“You’ll move on,” I said sadly, a tear falling from my eye. “You’ll find someone else. As you should. You deserve to be happy but I-”

“Even if I do, I will never feel for them like I do for you,” he said, shaking his head. “Hey. Look at me.”

I hesitated, obliging and meeting his eyes. He used his thumb to wipe away my tears, and he bent down to press a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Hey. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said, forehead resting against mine. “Always have.”

“Always will,” I finished, my hand coming to rest against the side of his neck. And for the first time since making the deal, I felt okay.

***

I pushed myself up off the floor, steadying myself against the wall as the memory flashed behind my eyelids. Righting myself, I furrowed my brows and followed after Dean, my shorter legs moving faster to catch up to him.

I turned down the hall, spotting him almost to his door. Swallowing thickly, I raised enough courage to say what I wanted to.

“Hey!” I called, voice shakier than I would have liked. Dean stopped, his head turning slightly at the sound of my voice. I swallowed again. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” I saw him stiffen, and I watched as his jaw clenched. He looked down, a sigh heaving through him. “Always have.”

I waited for him to finish it. I waited for a sliver of something to hold on to that told me he still loved me. I just wanted to hear the words.

Always will.

But he stayed silent. He turned his head back, and walked the rest of the way to his bedroom door, not sparing another glance at me as he slammed it behind him.

A choked sob slipped past my lips, and I found myself stumbling down the hall to my room as I did my best to keep my cries silent.

The pain I felt was worse than anything I had endured in hell. It felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest and crushed beneath his boot. I felt as though there was nothing left for me to fight for.

Except Jane.

She was coming home tomorrow. I would see her. Alive. And I couldn’t wait.

***

His laughs echoed off the cobblestone walls. The telltale sound of his boots clacking against the floors made me itch, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt his fingertips trail along my bare back.

“Look at you,” he hissed, his breath stinking of blood and decaying flesh. He slipped a forked tongue from his mouth, running it along my cheek before his hand came up to cup my breast. I flinched, trying to shrink away, but he simply squeezed harder. “What shall we do today?”

It had been two-hundred hell years. I had been burned, beaten, whipped, abused and assaulted to the point that I had given up fighting. I had been taken off the rack years ago, moved to Amel’s personal quarters.

I heard the crack of a whip, and the crackling of the flames. I tasted the blood with each lash, felt the searing with each burn, and I felt my ribs crack with each blow with a fist.

And finally, after what I thought couldn’t get any worse, I heard his belt jingle, and his hands grip my waist, and it took everything in me not to vomit then and there.

***

Hands were on me.

Strong ones.

Firm ones.

On my arms and the side of my face.

I lashed out blindly, making contact with flesh. The assaulter grunted, and I scampered away, falling off the bed and into a heap of blankets on the floor.

“Jesus! Y/N, it’s just me!” Sam said, his hand pressing against the nostrils of his bloody nose. “You were having another nightmare.”

“Oh, I- Sam, I’m so sorry,” I said, shaking my head.

“No, no, it’s… it’s okay. Nice hit,” he said, a small laugh leaving his lips. I cleared my throat, picking up the blankets and sitting back on the bed.

“Sorry if I woke you up,” I murmured, keeping my eyes down.

“No, it’s okay. Look, I understand. If you ever need to talk-

“I don’t need to,” I said quickly.

“Okay,” Sam said quietly. “But if you do need to-”

“I won’t.” I cut him off again. “I just- I’m just tired. Can I go back to bed?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Of course. Good night, Y/N.”

The door closed behind him, and I collapsed back on the bed, my breathing shaky as I tried to catch it. I didn’t want to close my eyes in fear I would see another memory. I couldn’t bare to be back there, to feel the pain and the crippling fear. I could taste the bile in my mouth at the memory of the feel of his hands on me, and a tear slipped down my cheek.

Sleep would have to wait.

***

Jane was coming back today.

I couldn’t begin to describe my excitement. She didn’t know I came back. Dean seemed to be even more on edge, which confused me more. It still stung to know that he didn’t love me anymore. That he didn’t care.

It had been almost a week since I returned. Each night was plagued with a different nightmare, eventually the mere thought of sleep making my stomach roll. Within that week, Dean had avoided me, and each day turned a little worse.

Sam was walking on eggshells around me, always scared about sneaking up on me or making too much noise. I was skittish, and he was trying to be careful, which I was thankful for. But the excessive worrying became a little much.

I heard the bunker door close in the distance, and my heart fluttered with excitement. I would be seeing my little sister again. Technically she was now older than me, but she would forever be my baby sister.

I jogged out into the library with a wide smile on my face, the first real smile I had since getting topside, not being able to contain the joy. I saw Sam out of the corner of my eye, a low gasp slipping past his lips.

My smile fell as I saw the scene in front of me.

Jane’s lips were pressed firmly against Dean’s, her arms wrapped around his neck. I placed a hand on my stomach as it jumped to my throat. It all made sense now. Why Dean had been the way he was towards me, and why Sam had been so cautious.

A pained whimper sounded from me unannounced, and the two broke apart, Jane’s hazel eyes meeting mine. They widened, mouth dropping open as she took me in.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, walking up the steps into the library. Dean avoided eye contact with me, and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

“She’s back, Jane,” Sam murmured, looking down as well. I felt as though my heart had finally destroyed, this being the last stab to an already broken heart. “It’s really her.”

My sister lunged forward, her arms wrapping tightly around me as she laid her head on my chest, ear pressed against it as she listened to my heartbeat. She let out a sound of joy, rearing back to look me in the eyes, tears swimming in hers.

“I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Here I am,” I whispered, my excitement gone. Her smile faltered, guilt quickly over taking her features.

“Look, Y/N… I-”

“I don’t really want to hear it,” I said, breaking away from her. I closed my eyes and shook my head, clearing my throat as a single tear fell. “I can’t- I can’t deal with this right now.”

She nodded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Dean finally made his way up into the library, his emerald eyes scanning my face.

“Look, I wanted to tell you but… you had just gotten back from hell after five years, and I don’t even know how long that is in hell time. I didn’t know how to tell you,” he said quietly.

“So you decided to keep it from me?” I asked angrily. “Because quite frankly, walking in on my sister and the man I love shoving their tongues down each other’s throats hurts a lot more than you just telling the truth.”

“Look, I know this must hurt,” Jane said. I scoffed. “But you gotta understand, we didn’t think you were coming back.”

“When did this start?”

“Few years ago,” Dean muttered.

“When?” I pushed.

They glanced at each other. “About a week after you died.”

Dead. I was dead.

It finally killed me.

“What?” I choked. “Dean did you… did you ever love me?”

“Of course I did,” he said quietly. “I just… I had eyes on Jane, too.”

“You what?” I whispered, vision blurry from tears. “When we were together?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Really,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I… I can’t deal with this right now,” I muttered, turning and taking off down the hall. My body surged with anger and hurt, Dean’s words bouncing around the inside of my skull. I was shocked. Shocked that it had taken them a mere week to get over me and begin seeing each other.

But truthfully, should I have been so surprised?

My whole life, I had been the outsider. I was the other sister. I was the other one who hunted with the Winchesters. I was the one who was invisible, so easily forgotten that people I had met a dozen times would look right through me with no recollection as to who I was. It was always Jane; Jane, Sam and Dean, the hunter trio that took on the world’s monsters. The trio with an angel friend and a debt that needed repaying by the King of Hell.

And then me. The one who was seemingly always in the background. The one left behind on celebratory toasts and claps on the back. The one who was never noticed missing until it was too late. I was always someone's second choice, never the one someone thought of first or wanted first.

The one who was forgotten, the one who was given up on one too many times to count.

I locked my bedroom door, a heart-wrenching sob coming from deep within my chest as it all settled in. I always assumed Dean would find someone new, I had hoped. I just wanted him happy. But once I saw no one else in the bunker, I thought he was single. That maybe we could pick up where we left off. But no, he was with my sister, and had been since I died.

He had wanted her when I was still alive and sharing his bed.

I curled up into a ball on my bed, tears staining the pillow case, knuckles turning white with how tightly I was gripping the blanket. My cries echoed off the walls of my room, and I didn’t care who heard me. I was hurting too much to care.

At this point, I would have rather been dead. If I couldn’t come back to Dean, or to my sister, what else could I do? I could never look at them the same again. Knowing they were together in that way was much too painful to suppress.

I was tired, but I couldn't go to sleep. With sleep came the nightmares, ones of my time in hell that I couldn’t bare to relive. I was scared of what played behind my eyes when they closed. So the simple solution to that, would be to keep them open.

I heard a knock on my door about an hour after I left the library. I ignored it, a few more knocks following a few moments after. Whoever it was, didn’t pry, and I heard the retreating footsteps after a little while.

Knowing Dean had began to have feelings for Jane while we were still together was heartbreaking. My own sister. The one I sold my soul for, only needed a few days to fall into bed with the love of my life. That’s what stung; is that I’d have to live with the fact that he would choose my sister over me, just like everyone else in my life.

***

I was exhausted the next morning. My eyes were heavy and I struggled to keep them open, knowing I’d need lots of caffeine just to get to noon. But I’d gladly put up with the tiredness if it meant not having the nightmares.

I shuffled to the kitchen, doing my best to stay out of sight. But of course, both Dean and Jane were in the kitchen, low whispers being heard from outside the doorway.

I took a deep breath before entering, their conversation coming to a halt. They both watched as I took a cup, pouring a generous amount of coffee into it before setting it on the table, turning and reaching up into the cabinet to retrieve a bottle of rum.

I poured a few cap fulls of the alcohol into the black liquid, ignoring the stares from my sister and my ex.

“Don’t worry. It’s not because of you two,” Sam said, looking away from the staring eyes. “She does this every morning.”

“Why?” Jane asked.

Dean let out a breath. “She spent five years in hell,” he murmured. “It does shit to you.”

I sipped the coffee, grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter and leaving the kitchen.

“Wait!” I heard Dean say. I ignored him, heading back to my room. I heard him follow me anyway, and I tried my best to hold my tongue. “Y/N, please.”

He grabbed my arm unexpectedly, causing me to jump, making me drop the mug to the ground. It shattered at my feet, the burning liquid splashing against my ankles as I fell back against the wall.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, holding his hands up. Sam and Jane ran out into the hall.

“What happened?” Sam asked, worried eyes trained on me, Jane’s trained on Dean.

“I just… I grabbed her and I scared her,” Dean answered. “I didn’t mean to.”

I trembled, backing up slightly. Which proved to be a mistake when I stepped onto a piece of the ceramic, a yelp bouncing off my tongue. I tripped backwards, falling onto my ass and flinching away from Dean when he tried to catch me.

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Don’t touch me!” I said, scooting back away from him. I reached down and ripped the ceramic from my skin, a gush of blood oozing down onto the tile. I used the wall for support as I got to my feet, wincing when I tried to put weight down onto my hurt foot. “Just fuck off.”

“Let me help you back to your room,” Dean said, moving towards me again.

I took a few steps back. “No. Leave me alone.”

“But your foot-”

“I’ve had worse, Dean,” I said, throwing him one last glance before turning around.

I collapsed onto my bed when I got back to my room, thinking back to a simpler time. A time where I could turn to Dean and cup his cheek or hold his hand, where I could curl into him at night.

I let out a frustrated growl, looking down at my foot in the light of the nightstand lamp. I gently picked out a few stray pieces of ceramic, wincing only slightly as they ripped through my skin each time I tugged on one.

The only thing that kept me going when I was in hell was the thought of Dean. The only thing that kept me from ending it completely after I was topside, was Dean. The thought of seeing him again gave me enough willpower to fight through the nightmares and the memories. For a long time, he was the oxygen to my flame. He kept me going, kept me from ending it all; even before hell. And the mere thought of him brought me back to life, the thought of being in the arms of the one I called mine was more than enough to fight for.

But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t call him mine, and I couldn’t fall into his arms. I couldn’t curl into his body at night, seeking the comfort I so desperately craved. I couldn’t kiss him, or trail my fingers along his skin as I traced the freckles along his cheeks. Instead, it was my sister doing those things, the one person who I was sure I loved before Dean came along. She was my best friend, my other half, the one I sold my soul for. And she had intertwined herself into Dean mere weeks after my death.

***

“Hey,” Dean whispered. My eyes fluttered open, squinting, trying to focus on him in the dark. A lazy smile was pointed towards me, his hand softly pressed against my cheek. I smiled back, letting a sigh of content fill the space between us as my E/C eyes met his emerald ones. “I love you.”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, one to my forehead, and finally my lips, whispering one last “love you” before tucking me into his side, his chin resting on my head as he brought the sheet up over our bare bodies.

***

A knock sounded on my door, and I wiped away the tears, sniffling and opening the first aid kit.

“Y/N?” The soprano voice said gently. I sighed, picking up the alcohol pad and needle.

Jane opened the door, stepping inside silently. She stood there for a moment, watching as I prepped the needle. She then bit her lip, closing the door and making her way towards me, sitting gently on the bed beside me.

“Hey,” she murmured, hazel eyes trained on me. I pierced the needle through my skin, lip twitching at the sting, but staying relatively still. I weaved the needle in and out, sewing my skin back together.

If only it were that easy to do to a broken heart.

“Look,” she began, taking a deep breath. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but… I care about him. A lot. And… and I know that he was yours and I know you love him. And I’m sorry. I just never thought you were coming back.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to hear this.” I set the needle down after tying off the thread, lathering the wound in neosporin and covering it with liquid bandage. I ripped open the gauze packet.

“Y/N, I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I am. But, I’m not going to back away just because you’re back,” she said. I stopped what I was doing, head lifting to narrow my eyes at her. She nearly flinched at the cold look.

“Did I ask you to do that?” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not that much of a bitch.”

“I didn’t mean it like that I just… I know you still love him but he and I are together now,” she said.

I focused back on wrapping the gauze around my foot. “Do you love him?”

She opened her mouth, closing it not a second later. I heard her sigh, watched from my peripheral vision as she clasped her hands together.

“I… I care about him. Very much,” she said quietly.

“But do you love him?” I repeated, placing a small piece of tape on the gauze to keep it together, grabbing the wrap next. I looked up at her. “Do you love him, Jane?”

She bit her lip again, looking down at her lap before shaking her head.

I scoffed, unwinding the wrap. “Look, Jane. I love you. You’re the only person in the world that I truly know I love. I would do anything for you.”

“You have,” she interrupted.

“And I know that I’ve made mistakes in the past. But I would never- never- be with someone you were in love with after you were gone. Because even if you weren’t here, I would never be able to do that to you,” I said, finishing bandaging my foot. I put everything away in the kit, clasping it back up.

“And that’s what makes this so much worse,” she whispered, wiping a tear. “Because I know that you never would have done this to me. And I feel horrible. But I can’t give him up.”

“He doesn’t love me anymore, Jane,” I muttered. “It’s not like he’d let you go so easily.”

“What are you talking about? Of course he still loves you,” she said, shaking her head.

“No, he doesn’t. You should see the way he acts towards me, and if he was able to get over me so fast…”

“Get over you?” She asked. “He isn’t over you.”

“How can you say that?” I said.

“He still says your name,” she said quietly. “In his sleep. He’ll say how he misses you… how he loves you. It hurts but… I know that he can never love me like he did you. And it’s not fair to want that from him when I don’t love him back.”

“He doesn’t love me, Jane,” I said harshly. “He said he had feelings for you when we were together, and it took him a week to get over me.” I sighed, rubbing the base of my palm against the bridge of my nose. “I’ve never had great luck with guys. Dean… he’s the love of my life, but I knew he was going to move on. I urged him to. I just didn’t know I would be coming back to him and my sister, and I didn’t know it would hurt this much.”

“I’m sorry,” Jane whispered.

“I don’t think I’d be able to be… intimate with him anyway,” I murmured.

“Why not?” She asked.

I swallowed the bile in the back of my throat, closing my eyes. Memories replayed through my mind; memories that sent shivers down my spine and made my skin crawl. I turned my head away from her, biting my lip. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I heard her breath hitch in her throat as she put two and two together. “Y/N I’m-”

“Don’t. Please… don’t,” I said.

She sighed. “He’d understand something like that. That sorta thing isn’t everything to him.”

“Yeah but I wouldn’t be able to provide that and I don’t think he’s going to want to spend the rest of his life never having sex again,” I said. “Besides, he’s with you. I’m not going to have to worry about that anyway.”

“He loves you, Y/N,” she said. “You. Not me. He cares for me and I know that it sucks he started feeling something for me when the two of you were together but… it never grew into something like the two of you had. I’m telling you, I can tell. He talks about you in his sleep, but he avoids the topic of you when he’s awake. I can tell it hurts him too much to talk about. And he keeps a picture of you in his wallet and in the glove compartment in the Impala.”

“What?” I said, surprised. “He does?”

“I’ll catch him looking at it sometimes when he thinks I’m not looking. I’ll be in bed sometimes and I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find him gone. But he’s in the library, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and your picture in the other,” she said softly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Her hazel eyes locked on mine.

“Why are you apologizing? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. When someone has feelings as strong as he had for you, they don’t just go away.”

I stared at her for a moment, heart clenching in my chest at her words. I wasn’t sure if I should believe her. His actions had shown otherwise, but she never had given me any reason to not believe her.

“Why can’t you let him go?” I asked, looking away again.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I think… I think because when you were gone, he was the closest thing I had to you. You two were so in sync and he loved you so much… I dunno. I guess it made me feel closer to you when you were gone.”

“Well I’m here now,” I said.

“You’re here now.” She smiled smally, swallowing thickly. “It’s my fault you were gone in the first place.”

I shook my head, brows furrowing as I took her hands in mine. “No, don’t say that.” I bent my head a little, meeting her downcasted eyes. They were watery, and her face was written with guilt. “I would rather spend a million lifetimes in hell than let you die.”

I hugged her, bringing her head to my shoulder like I did when she was young. She smelled the same, her hair cut to right above her shoulders like she always liked. She was more slender, but she was Jane.

“I missed you, big sis,” she whispered, squeezing me tighter.

“You have no idea, little duck,” I said. “No idea.”

***

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I was more tired than I had ever been in my life, but the mere thought of sleep made my chest tighten with fear. I was emotional after the talk with Jane. If what she said was true, I was torn. I couldn’t just sit back and watch the love of my life and my sister be together. I wanted to leave, I needed to leave, in order to keep my own sanity. But then again, it would hurt too much to leave the bunker. I wouldn’t get to see Dean anymore, even if I didn’t see him much anyway. And Jane wouldn’t be with me, and I couldn’t protect her.

A small voice in the back of my mind, one that sounded eerily close to the demon of my nightmare, told me they didn’t want me here. They hadn’t looked for a way to get me out of hell. Dean moved on all too quickly. And he and Jane were together.

Maybe they were sneaking around behind your back, the voice hissed. Maybe they just couldn’t wait until you were gone so they didn’t have to hide anymore.

I bit my lip, letting out an angry breath. Even separated by different worlds, Amel found a way to get to me.

I fell back onto my bed, groaning as a knock on my door echoed through the room.

“Come in,” I said without sitting up. The door creaked on its old hinges, a face poking into the room.

“Hey,” Sam said. “There’s a hunt not too far from here. I don’t know if you’d be up for it… probably not but I thought I’d offer just in case.”

I looked over at him. “Uhm… I dunno, Sam. I don’t know if I want to throw myself back into it quite yet. I’m out of practice. I’d slow you down.”

“You could just tag along,” he said. “You wouldn’t have to hunt if you didn’t want to. You could research, take notes. If you don’t want to be alone, that is.”

“Jane and Dean are going too?” I asked quietly. Sam swallowed.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe it’s better if I stay here,” I muttered. Sam sighed.

“You can’t avoid the two of them forever,” he said.

“I’m not avoiding Jane. Just Dean,” I told him. He scoffed.

“Right. Look, I can stay if you want. Or one of them can. Hell, I could call Cas, see if he wants to head down here for a little while,” Sam offered.

“No, I don’t want to be a burden or hold anyone back. I’m a big girl, Sam. I’ll be okay,” I said.

He sighed again. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few days, Y/N.”

I nodded, looking back up at the ceiling as he closed the door, once again bathing me in the silent darkness of the room.

***

The bunker was eerily quiet without any other occupants.

It seemed as though every little thing made me jump, and I always felt as though I was being watched, when I knew that was impossible inside the bunker. I was jittery from the pot of coffee I had, needing something to fuel me enough to keep me from falling asleep.

Boredom soon overcame me, and I found myself roaming the bunker halls, turning down corridors I forgot about and relishing in the cool feel of my home again. I hated the fact that I might have to leave. But the sight of Jane and Dean would be too painful to see each day.

Selfish, the voice whispered. You’re sister is happy. Dean is happy. They’re happier without you. Stop moping and get out.

I bit my lip, taking a deep breath at the words. I felt as though I was doing a disservice by being alive. Everyone had been walking on eggshells since I got back, and Jane and Dean had been so awkward around each other and me, and I could tell that they weren’t anything like that before I showed up.

A clang echoed around me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around, the sound coming from the front of the bunker. I glanced around, reaching into a room and pulling out the first hard thing I could find; which just so happened to be a broken lamp.

I rolled my eyes, holding it up like a bat before quietly making my way through the halls and into the front of the bunker.

Stopping before the entrance to the library, I peered my head around, eyes scanning the room. I sighed in relief at the sight of a familiar duffel bag on the table.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I jumped at the voice, lamp coming back up as a weapon. My eyes flashed to Dean’s, an amused look on his face.

“I… I heard a bang in here,” I said, lowering the lamp. “I came to check it out.”

“With a lamp?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “Where the hell did you even get that?”

I shrugged. “I found it. That’s not the point.” I set the broken thing down, scrunching up my face. “Why are you back?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, a blush creeping onto his skin. “Well, uh… I got worried. I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Why didn’t Sam come back? Or Jane?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Jane was the one who pushed me to come back, actually,” Dean answered. “Said we need to ‘reconnect’ or some shit.”

“Ah, I see,” I murmured. “Well, it was a waste of time. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Dean said. “I can tell.”

“Really?” I deadpanned.

“Yes, really,” he said exasperatedly. “In case you don’t know, I know you better than anyone.”

“Yeah, not anymore,” I said. He sighed.

“When was the last time you ate? You looked like you’ve lost weight.”

I shrugged again. “‘M not hungry.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

I hesitated. “I’m not tired.”

“Bullshit,” Dean growled. “I can see your dark circles and your eyes get all twitchy when you don’t get enough sleep. Why don’t you go sleep and I’ll go out a pick up food?”

He turned to leave, picking up his keys.

“No,” I said. “I’m not going to sleep.”

He stopped. “Why not?”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of telling him. There was a time where I would tell him absolutely everything. And how I yearned to pour myself to him again, to watch his eyes bore into mine and his hand grasp mine in comfort. But I couldn’t. Not anymore. I couldn’t burden someone else with my constant thoughts, or share the nightmares I experienced on the daily, even when I wasn’t asleep.

His brows furrowed as he watched the wheels turn in my head, how my eyes went out of focus and shoulders slump. I snapped myself out of it and shook my head.

“Because I’m not, okay?” I said. “I’m not tired.”

He sighed, knowing damn well that was a lie. He shrugged, rubbing his forehead and dropping the keys back onto the table.

“Okay. Fine,” he grunted. He walked past me, bumping his shoulder harshly into mine, causing me to flinch. “Why even try.”

I closed my eyes as his footsteps progressively faded away.

***

It was midnight, and currently day three with no sleep. My body was drained, physically and emotionally, and I felt like I might collapse at any moment. I hadn’t eaten a proper meal since before hell, the banana the only thing I ate in three days. But honestly, the mere thought of food made my stomach roll.

I paced back and forth, not allowing myself to rest because I knew I’d fall asleep, and the absolute terror that came with that idea kept me from doing so.

I hadn’t seen Dean for the rest of the night after our encounter. But to be honest, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to see him. He always seemed angry with me, and I didn’t have the energy to be bothered with it.

I wasn’t sure what the appeal of being alive was anymore. I felt utterly alone, and with the memories constantly surging through my head, I felt as though I was living my own personal hell all over again.

***

“I will never get tired of this,” Amel said, patting my hip. I winced, biting my lip as a sear of pain flashed through my side.

The chains that held me up rattled as he yanked my head back by my hair, eliciting a yelp from my throat as he snarled at my ear.

“Beg.”

“No,” I said through my teeth. His forehead dropped to my blood crusted shoulder, a frustrated groan grumbling deep from his chest. He yanked my hair again, a squeal echoing off the walls before he let go, sending the blade that was in his hand flying across the room to clatter against the stained cobblestone.

“Why must you be so insolent?” He yelled, hand gripping my chin. “I have given you every opportunity. Beg. Let me be your master and I can train you into the perfect pet. Your pretty skin won’t be marred and I won’t be so angry.”

“Go to hell,” I seethed, conjuring up all the blood and saliva I could, spitting it into his eye.

He winced, lip curling into a ferocious snarl. He let go of me roughly, swiping an iron rod from the table beside him. Gripping the loose fitting tank top I wore, he pulled me close to him, chains groaning as he brought his arm back, ramming the rod through my abdomen with one, strong thrust of his arm, his hand curling around my throat as he did so.

I cried out, and it spurred him on. He laughed as he twisted the iron, blood coated teeth and feral eyes searing into my brain as he dug his nails into my neck.

***

I only realized I was crying when the pads of two thumbs swiped gently across my cheeks. I was sitting in the corner of the room, eyes staring blankly at the wall across from me as flashbacks danced in front of my eyes.

But a pair of green orbs came into focus, and I watched as he carefully unravelled my balled fists, bringing my palms up to his lips. He pressed soft kisses to each crescent shaped mark left on my skin from my nails, not caring if they were beginning to bleed or not. He eased away the pain with his lips, taking his time to softly brush against each one, barely putting any pressure.

He then kissed both of my wrists, where I once had ugly scars, scars that he, too, kissed under the moonlight and in the safety of our room. But that was simply a memory, one that was brushed away and erased much like the scars on my arms. And as Dean gently pulled my hand to rest against his cheek, it was those memories that flashed before my eyes, not the ones of hell. Memories of smiles and stolen kisses. Memories of soft caresses and long night talks.

Memories that were brushed away, too.

I couldn’t stop him when he leaned forward, his forehead resting against mine. I couldn’t stop him when his hands came up to cup my cheeks. And I couldn’t stop him when he pulled away for a moment, simply to aim a little lower, just enough to press his lips ever so softly against mine.

Suddenly I was wisped away, carried up into the sky by everything Dean. I was surrounded by him; his touch, his smell, his lips. My body reacted in a way of a relapsing addict, and I didn’t think twice before I wrapped my arms around his neck. The thought didn’t occur to me that he was no longer mine, that he was with my sister. No, all I could think of were the times before; before hell, before the deal, before I made a shit show of things and fucked it all up.

If only I had listened, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Jane wouldn’t have died, I wouldn’t have sold my soul and gone to hell, and he wouldn’t have gotten with my sister.

Or maybe he would, the voice said. He said it himself, he had feelings for her well before you bit the dust.

No, I thought. He couldn’t have. The mere thought of that sent me down a path of crippling pain.

But he did, he said. Why wouldn’t he? Jane is so much better than you. Anyone would be better than you.

What the hell was I doing? I was so wrapped up in my own fantasy of Dean, that I hadn’t thought to push him away. I was betraying Jane.

I pulled back, shoving his chest. He fell backwards onto his ass, confusion flashing onto his face.

“What the hell? What’s wrong?” He asked, his tongue running out over his swollen lips.

“What’s wrong?” I scoffed. “What’s wrong is that you’re with my sister now. Not only that, but you’ve acted like I was a parasite since I got back, and you blatantly admitted that you didn’t want me back. Now you come in here, wiping away my tears and-and kissing me?”

“I didn’t see you complaining,” he shot back.

I stood up, and he copied my actions. I didn’t look him in the eyes, but I stood tall, keeping my ground.

“Because I love you, you moron! Of course I wouldn’t fucking complain!” I yelled. “But you are dating my sister!”

I finally looked up at him, just to see him roll his eyes and run a hand through his hair.

“Jesus, you’re acting like a child!”

“I’m acting like a child?” I asked. “Oh, that’s rich, especially coming from you. Make up your damn mind, Dean. Because you’re the one who decided to go have feelings for my own sister while we were still together, and then began shacking up with her not a week after I died-”

“-Hey, you said that I should-”

“-And then proceeded to treat me like absolute shit ever since I got back, and then come in here and kiss me like everything is fine. So don’t tell me that I’m the one acting like a child, Dean Winchester. I have been the most mature out of all of us, because at least I’m not the one keeping shit from the others.”

“Oh really?” He said. “Then why the fuck aren’t you sleeping? Huh? Because you’re keeping that from me.”

“Because it’s none of your damn business!” I shot at him.

“Well it’s none of your business if I decided I want to fuck your sister!”

I took a step back, mouth gaping as my eyes grew wide. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, the echo of his outburst still bouncing around in my head.

I took a deep breath, snapping my mouth shut. “Fine.”

“Fine,” he snarled. He spun around, stalking towards the door. “Don’t think I don’t know what you probably did to get off the rack. I have no doubt in my mind that you were some demon’s whore. And knowing you, you probably fucking liked it. That’s why you’re so messed in the head now.”

I gasped, a tear trailing down my cheek at his words. It was pure venom shot at me; salt in an open wound.

“You have no idea what happened when I was in hell. But that is the farthest thing from the truth, Winchester, and you know it.”

He scoffed, a dark smirk on his face. “Yeah, real likely, princess.”

He gave me one more look before slamming the door behind him, leaving me to slump to the ground and curl up on the cool floor, because at this point, I was at a loss for words, completely and utterly drained.

***

The next three days were spent shrouded in the darkness of my room. It was one of the few with a bathroom, so there was no reason to risk bumping into Dean. He hadn’t tried to come and apologize the next day, nor did he try to talk to me at all. It was radio silent.

Sleep had tried to take me, but there were things I would do to keep it from doing so. I’d splash water on my face, pace back and forth. I’d do anything if it meant I didn’t have to relive hell.

I barely registered the bunker’s door loudly creaking as it opened and closed after a few days, two sets of footsteps echoing down the stairs, my sister’s cheerful voice ringing in my ears.

The mere sound caused tears to spring to my eyes.

When had things become so messy? Why couldn’t I have just left it? I could’ve left the bunker, like I originally wanted to. I could’ve walked the other way when I got topside, ignoring the past completely. Or I could have just stayed dead.

Or I could die now.

I would be lying if it wasn’t on my mind a lot. With the constant flashbacks and pain from hell and the emotional stress from within the bunker, the weight on my shoulders was too much to handle. It was difficult, and the fact I didn’t have anyone to talk to made it all the more difficult.

“You said what?!” A screech could be heard from down the hall. I jumped, sitting up and turning to face my door. I heard murmurs echo and travel to my room, loud stomps sounding until a fist pounded at my door. “Y/N! Open this door or so help me, I will knock it down.”

I swallowed, letting out a long breath. “Yeah, I’m not really in the mood to talk right now, Jane.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” She said through the door. I head her hush someone, before she jiggled the door knob. “Y/N, open the door.”

“I really don’t want to,” I said. “I’m tired.”

“You haven’t slept for almost a week, Y/N. Don’t deny it, either. Just open the door. I need to talk to you,” Jane told me. I sighed, licking my lips and shaking my head.

“Jane… please. I can’t do this right now,” I said. “Just… leave, okay? We’ll talk later. I can’t… I can’t right now.”

I heard her grumble, a thud sounding as she must have kicked the door. “Dammit, Y/N… fine.”

“I told you,” Dean said. I got up from my bed, walking towards the door to listen. “She hasn’t left her room in three days.”

“Did you at least check on her and make sure she wasn’t dead?” Jane hissed.

Dean was silent, and I heard her scoff. “Room. Now. You’ve got some explaining to do.”

I heard him clear his throat, and their footsteps retreated down the hall, a door slamming a few minutes after. I rested my forehead against the wood, taking another deep breath to try and calm my nerves. Dean must have told her what had happened, and I wasn’t ready for a yelling match with my sister. I knew she would be pissed at me, and I can’t imagine what Dean must have told her.

I unlocked the door, opening it and stepping out into the hall quietly.

“Jesus, I thought I’d need to take the door off.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin at Sam’s voice, his shadow falling over me. He rested a hand on my shoulder and looked me over.

“You look terrible.”

“Wow, Sam. You really know how to make a girl feel special,” I deadpanned, looking up at him. He visibly winced at the sight of my dark circles and hollowed cheekbones.

“Jesus- Y/N, you’re killing yourself,” Sam said, brows furrowed in worry. “You need sleep. And food- something.”

“No, I’m fine,” I said, shaking my head, ignoring the dizziness that came with it. “I just need some water.”

“And calories and sleep,” Sam said. “I’m serious. I’m not going to sit idly by and watch you kill yourself.”

I heard a yell down the hall, and I shared a glance with Sam before taking off towards the sound of it, him hot on my heels.

“Have they been going at it since you guys got home?” I asked, stopping at room 11. Sam nodded.

“Pretty much. Dean told her what happened the other night and she flipped. She was freaking out about it, and marched to your room. She’s pretty pissed.”

“Great,” I said. “That’s all I need.”

“Huh?” Sam tilted his head. “What do you… Oh. Oh, no, Y/N… she’s not mad at you.”

“What? Why not?” I asked.

“Dean told her what happened. He told her he kissed you and told her what he said to you. He was feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. I don’t think he anticipated this reaction from her. She’s pretty protective of you now, you know,” Sam said.

I shrugged. “She never was before. I think she just feels bad.”

“She’s your sister, Y/N. She’ll take care of you before him. She’ll put you first.”

“Heh, sure. Tell that to Jane seven years ago.”

Sam sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say to that, because he had witnessed it first hand and knew I was right.

The door swung open, startling the two of us. Jane’s eyes locked on mine, and she rushed forward, throwing her arms around my neck.

“Dammit, Y/N. Look at you,” she muttered. She pulled back, looking at me. “Come on.”

“Where?” I asked, eyes flickering to Dean for a moment. He was looking anywhere but at me, and I bit my lip.

“I don’t know, somewhere where you can shower and then eat,” she said.

“Jane-”

“No, Y/N! I’m done watching you kill yourself,” she said harshly. “Now, let’s go.”

She took my hand, dragging me down the hall and to my room, leading me past my bed and into the bathroom. She pointed to the toilet seat.

“Sit.”

I obeyed, watching carefully as she started the bath. The silence scared me. She wasn’t letting on if she was angry at me, but the sour look on her face let me know that her mood wasn’t very pleasant. I waited for her to scold me, or to say anything, but she kept her mouth in a tight line, the running of the water the only sound in the room.

“Alright, come on,” she said, motioning to the tub. “In ‘ya get.”

I eyed her warily before undressing slowly, my limbs feeling like led after not being mobile for the last few days. I wasn’t entirely comfortable being naked in front of her. I wouldn’t have cared before, but I knew my bones were sticking out from under my skin and I knew how sickly I looked.

I lowered myself into the water slowly, allowing the warmth to seep into my skin. Jane took a wash cloth and gently began to clean my back, and I kept my eyes away from hers, not wanting to see her reaction.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” she murmured, dipping the cloth into the water. She brought it back up, swiping it over my shoulders.

“You didn’t,” I said truthfully. “I was just worried you were angry at me.”

Her hand faltered for a moment, and she hesitated. “Don’t be silly. There’s nothing you could do that would make me angry at you… except let yourself go like this.”

I closed my eyes. “Jane, please.”

“No. I lost you once, I won’t lose you again,” she said. She rinsed my back, grabbing the shampoo. “I can’t imagine what you went through, and I know things with Dean are difficult. But you’ve got to try. For me. I’m begging you.”

I didn’t respond as she carefully washed my hair. I was silent for the rest of the time. After my bath, she brushed out my hair and moisturized my face, and then flossed and brushed my teeth for me. She babied me, but I knew that I didn’t have the strength to get up and do it all on my own.

She allowed me to go back to my room if I ate something. I reluctantly agreed, my appetite still nonexistent, but choked down a sandwich for her sake. I knew she was trying, and I appreciated it. I just didn’t want it, and I did my best to swallow back the urge to throw it up.

“Sleep,” she said.

“I can’t,” I told her. “Really, I can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked. “Talk to me.”

I shook my head, and she sighed deeply. “I can’t help you unless you talk.”

I stayed silent, and turned away from her, bringing the covers up to my chin. I heard her mumble something under her breath, and her hand gently laid itself on my leg.

“I’ll come check on you later, okay?” She said. I didn’t respond, simply stared at the wall across from me. I didn’t want to sleep. I didn’t want to eat. And I didn’t want to leave my bed.

I didn’t see the point in existing anymore.

***

“You exist purely for my pleasure.”

Fingertips ran down my face, smearing blood across the hollowed cheeks and over cracked lips. My eyes were glazed over, focused on nothing as I stared blankly at the wall.

The fifth hundredth year was approaching. I had given up hope on the Winchesters and Jane around the third century. I knew that the extent of their rescuing ways only reached so far.

Amel was persistent, not once letting me rest for a day. He would always come around, some sort of new torture thrown my way, if that was even possible. There were a few tactics he liked to recycle, but he didn’t want to “get bored.”

“I know you know that they aren’t coming for you. Surely you’ve given up on them?” Amel said, palm cupping my cheek. I ignored him, as I always did, and kept my eyes trained forward. His other hand ran down my torso, stopping at my pelvic bone, and I bit my tongue in disgust. “I did. I truly thought they would come for you at some point. But alas, they have disappointed me.”

He sighed, letting go of me, not missing the slight slump in relief I had. He turned away from me, heeled boots clacking along the cracked stone floors. His onyx painted nails scraped along the handles of the knives atop of the metal cart, and he let out a whine.

“What must we do today, pet? It seems we’ve used just about everything here at least twice,” he said, mostly to himself. He glanced over at me, leaning against the cart. “Hm?”

A knock rang through the room, and Amel grumbled to himself. Without breaking his gaze from my body, he motioned with his wrist, and the door creaked open. Astrid, whom I had gotten quite familiar with over the last century, sauntered in, her platinum hair tied up in an intricate braid.

“Crowley wants to speak with you,” she said. Amel groaned, picking up a small, curved knife. He twirled it between his fingers.

“Must I go? I’m busy,” he said, pouting. He was immature for a demon of such high ranks, and his black lined eyes and painted nails made him look like a teenage rebel, his leather pants and boots not helping his case much. He looked more like a pirate than a demon.

“He said it’s urgent,” Astrid said. Her eyes flickered to me briefly.

Amel sighed. “Fine.”

Before I could react, he had shot his wrist out, the small knife being shot through the air like a bullet. It lodged itself inside my windpipe, and I cried out, not much sound coming out. Blood soon filled my airways, and I began to choke and sputter. Astrid’s eyes widened, and a smirk crossed Amel’s face.

“She’ll be fine once I get back,” Amel said, waving his hand at me. My lungs burned for oxygen as they began to fill with blood, and black spots began to dot my vision as panic bubbled in my chest. “In case you’ve forgotten, she’s already dead.”

And with that, he left me alone, blood beginning to foam at my mouth as I desperately tried to suck air into my lungs.

***

Weeks flew by faster than expected, and with time, I grew weaker. I began to sleep a bit more, only a couple hours a night, and even then I would be awakened by fits of nightmares. It seemed as though I couldn’t catch a break, and I found it difficult to function by midday.

My relationship with Jane was still strained, but it finally began to repair itself around the third week. She eventually stopped helping me, and I didn’t mind. The old me would have, but not anymore. I was actually grateful. At this point, I was merely surviving, but if it turned out that I would stop doing so, I don’t think I’d mind.

I barely spoke two words to Dean within the four weeks of our last encounter. He hadn’t made any moves towards me and I hadn’t made any moves towards him. It was his turn to move a pawn, and I was simply staring at the clock.

I slowly but surely began to feel a little more numb, and whereas I usually wouldn’t like that, I welcomed it. This way, I wouldn’t have to feel the fear and pain I felt when I had a flashback. Instead, it was simply a dull ache.

Hunts were far and in between. I typically hunted on my own, taking the larger hunts out of carelessness, but also out of spite. It gave me more things to kill and get my anger out on. Jane didn’t like it, but she didn’t do anything to stop it, either. I slowly began fading away before their eyes, and they had given up on me.

Old me would’ve been pissed. But now, I was thankful.

I was in bed, curled up under the blankets. An uneaten sandwich and a bowl of fruit sat on my nightstand. My eyes began to flutter, when suddenly there was a knock on my door.

“Y/N?” Dean called. He sounded defeated; hesitant. I swallowed thickly, sitting up.

“Come in,” I said. The door opened slowly, Dean stepping in before closing it softly behind him. He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, silence sitting heavily in the room. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied simply. He motioned for the bed, and I shrugged, letting him perch on the edge of the mattress. He looked down at his hands. “I wanted to… I needed to come and apologize.” He swallowed thickly, scratching his neck. “I know it’s been a while since everything and I… I guess I just couldn’t find the right words to say. But now, I don’t think there ever will be the ‘right words’ that I should say to you.”

He finally looked up at me, face scrunched up in a way that made him seem younger, more like a scared boy than a fearless hunter.

“I am so sorry. I know that can’t possibly take away what I said to you. Don’t be mad at her, but Jane told me what she suspected had happened to you in hell, and what you told her. And when I got angry, I said things I didn’t mean.”

“Why did you get angry?” I asked. “Why did you kiss me when you’re with Jane?”

He took a deep breath, wringing his hands in his lap. He bit his lip. “Because… because I still love you.”

I gasped slightly, squinting my eyes at him. “What?”

“Jane and I talked about a week ago and we made the mutual decision to end things,” Dean said, looking away for a moment. I brought my knees up to my chest, eyes widening. “I never stopped loving you. Ever. And you being back I… I can’t help it. I can’t. And knowing I hurt you and pushing you away has broken me.”

“Why did you make me think you hated me?” I asked bitterly. “You don’t know the half of what happened in hell and thinking that you hated me just added to all the shit I was dealing with.”

He swallowed thickly, eyes not leaving his hands. “I know that no matter how many times I apologize, it can never make up for what I said… what I did. I can’t imagine what you went through. I know what hell is like, truly like, but I have an inkling that it was nowhere near your experience.”

“No. I don’t think so,” I whispered. He gave a small nod.

“I’m not asking for you to forgive me, because I know what I said and did isn’t something easy to forgive. And I don’t know if I should ask for a second chance, I sure as hell don’t deserve on, especially after being with Jane but… if you’d have me…” He trailed off, and I bit my lip.

A tear slipped down his cheek, and I tentatively reached forward to grasp his hand. Mine was even smaller now, and his fingers curled around my slender ones. “Hey.” His eyes bore into mine, waiting for the words to be spoken. “I love you, Dean Winchester. Always have.”

He smiled at me, hand raising to cup my cheek. “Always will.”

And this time when he kissed me, I didn’t feel guilt, nor pain. It was different, as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

And in a way, it had.

The conversation with Jane wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. She explained to me, privately, that she knew she never loved him. She cared for him, but was never able to feel true love for Dean like I had. She was happy for me, truly happy.

I moved back into Dean’s room after about a week. We moved a little slower, but I was finally able to get some sleep when I was with him. I explained to him why I was afraid to fall asleep, and he simply held my face in his hands and promised me that nothing would ever happen to me when I was with him.

He would chase away the nightmares, softly rocking me back to sleep or simply hugging me tightly to his chest. It would make me feel better, being tightly held like that. It grounded me, and reminded me that I was no longer alone.

I also slowly began to eat again. My appetite hadn’t truly returned, but Dean coaxed me into eating again. But my self loathing had begun to disperse slightly, and slowly but surely weight began to return to my bones. I had began to look sickly, and I scared myself when I looked in the mirror, the thin woman looking back at me with the tired eyes and tight lips alien. But I was beginning to look like myself again.

Things were finally looking up. I was with the love of my life, my relationship with my sister was as strong as ever, and I finally began to feel like myself again.

***

We were back in that field, the grass green and sun warm as it heated the Earth beneath us and kissed our skin. My head laid on Dean’s chest, fingers drawing slow patterns over his shirt, his hand in my hair, gently brushing through the strands.

“I missed this,” I whispered, watching a honey bee dance from flower to flower. Dean hummed and took a deep breath.

“Me too, sweetheart. You have no idea,” he said softly. I lifted my head, eyes meeting the jade I loved so much before pressing my lips softly to his. His hand twisted itself gently in my hair, keeping my head close to his as he gently nipped my bottom lip, soothing the slight sting with his tongue before kissing me again sweetly, ever so softly caressing my lips with his own.

“Do you know how much I love you?” He asked, eyes hazy. I smiled lazily at him, shaking my head playfully. He chuckled, hugging me tightly to his chest. “Too much.”

“Why?” I asked.

He smirked. “Because we’re soulmates.”

I breathed a laugh, closing my eyes for a moment, remembering a time long ago where I said those exact words to him in this very field. That memory wasn’t as happy as this one would be. I knew that now, we’d grow to make new memories in our field, and in the bunker. Ones that weren’t full of heartbreak and sadness, desperation and worry. But hope for a new future, and anticipation for those memories to come.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Always have.”

I smiled widely at him, pressing my lips against his again, a butterfly touch that sent shivers down my spine. “Always will.”

In that moment, I realized my life had finally put itself back together. That no matter what had happened in the past, things were finally how they should be. Sure, I still had nightmares, and Dean would still hold me as I cried. Jane and I still argued, but we didn’t take each other for granted, and would soon realize that the argument was irrelevant, and quickly forgot about it.

And I still had that fear in the back of my mind of going to sleep, knowing that there was a good chance I would see Amel dancing his wicked dance behind my closed eyelids, and that I’d be warped into another round of torture. But I knew Dean was there, and he would chase away each and every nightmare of mine with ease. Finally, I found myself settling back into my old place, into a new life that had stronger formations and walls built around me and the people I loved.

I finally felt like I was home.

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