#i’ve almost always stayed on deck 2

[ebonysolcum]

I tried to make a post last night, but I think the internet ate it … twice. It might have been the pictures. I guess I’ll just have to share them later.

Anyway, I am currently at the coast, staying at a resort … called Voyager.

I’ve been here several times before (the last being five years ago), but this is the first time I’ve come here since discovering Star Trek and becoming obsessed with Voyager. My nerdy self is ecstatic.

(Also, I may have inadvertently arrived wearing a shirt that says U.S.S. Voyager. It wasn’t intentional, and I only realised the irony after getting off the train.)

[snowysosturn]

Allies or Affiliates? - Chris Sturniolo Part 27

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing : Y/n x dealer!Chris Sturniolo

Summary : Law student Y/n’s life takes a turn when she reconnects with Chris, her brief teenage flame who is now a dealer for a dangerous Boston drug gang. As their bond reignites, Y/n is drawn into Chris’s tumultuous world, where rival gangs clash and loyalty is everything. Balancing her love for Chris with her own ambitions, can their connection survive the chaos that threatens to pull them apart?

Warnings : MDNI, angst, cursing, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mention of guns, description of murder, description of shooting, description of dead body

The air on the deck was crisp, biting in a way that kept my thoughts sharp. The sky was dark, the stars barely visible behind the thin veil of clouds. I was perched on one of the chairs, hugging a throw blanket close around me. The tension in the air was suffocating, but the silence was worse. Every few seconds, I’d glance at my phone, hoping to see a message from Nate. 

The sliding door creaked open, and Chris stepped out. His footsteps were soft, deliberate, as he walked over and sat in the chair next to me. He rested his elbows on his knees, staring out into the darkness like it held some sort of answer.

"You should be resting" I said quietly, not wanting to shatter the fragile stillness.

Chris let out a hollow laugh. "Like that’s even possible right now." He rubbed his hands together, the motion slow and restless. "This whole thing.. it’s messed up, Y/n. More than I ever thought it could be."

I stayed silent, giving him space to speak.

"I’ve done a lot of stupid things" he admitted, his voice low, almost like he didn’t want me to hear it. "But this? Vince?" He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t know how this ends. And Nate.. god, I’m worried about him. I just..I can’t lose him. Or you. And this whole thing feels like we’re walking a tightrope with no safety net.” 

I glanced up at him. He looked as drained as I felt, his usual calm replaced by something raw and vulnerable. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. Then, he turned to me, his expression unguarded.

“I’m scared, Y/n” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

It was the honesty in his words that caught me off guard. Chris wasn’t the type to show fear, not like this. “I am too” I said, my voice matching his in quiet intensity.

Chris ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands like he was trying to pull his thoughts together. “It’s not just about Nate or what happens tonight. It’s..everything. I’ve been living like this for so long, I don’t even know what normal feels like anymore.”

I shifted in my chair, leaning forward. “You’re not alone in this, Chris. You know that, right?”

He gave a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “Sometimes it feels like I’ve already lost. Like no matter what we do, Vince is always one step ahead. And now, Nate’s out there, and who knows what could go wrong-”

“Stop” I interrupted, standing and walking over to him. I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Don’t go there. He’s going to be okay. You taught him how to handle himself.”

Chris turned to me, his eyes searching mine. “And if he’s not? If this all goes to shit?”

“Then we deal with it together” I said firmly. “We’ll find another way. But for now, we have to trust him.”

He looked down at me, his shoulders dropping as if the weight of everything was finally settling in. “I don’t deserve you, you know that?”

I gave him a small smile, reaching up to brush my fingers against his cheek. “You do. Even if you don’t see it yet.”

For a moment, we just stood there, the world around us falling away. Chris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his heart pounding against my own, the rhythm erratic and raw.

“Thank you” he whispered into my hair. “For sticking with me through this.”

“Always” I murmured back, my arms tightening around him.

We stayed like that for a while, holding on to each other like it was the only thing keeping us from falling apart. But eventually, the sound of Chris’s phone vibrating on the deck table shattered the moment. It had nearly been 4 hours since Nate left.

He pulled away reluctantly, checking the screen. “It’s Nate.” he said, his voice tense.

My stomach dropped as I watched him swipe to answer, bringing the phone to his ear. “You good?” he asked immediately.

Nate’s POV

The drive to the docks felt longer than it actually was, the time reading 10pm. The streets were dark and empty, the kind of quiet that never sat right with me.

“You’re quiet” Willow said suddenly, breaking the silence.

I glanced at her briefly. “Trying to focus.”

“On what? You said this wasn’t unusual for you” she pointed out, tucking her phone away. “If you’re so used to going to this place, why are you acting so tense?”

I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Because this time’s different. I’m not picking up. I’m sneaking in to grab footage, if anyone catches me, I’m screwed. We’re all screwed.”

Willow stared at me for a moment, as if weighing something in her mind. “Would it be better if I called the cops? I mean no one knows my voice.”

“I mean, if you want to.” I shrugged. “Just make sure to put it on speaker so I can hear.”

She swallowed hard and dialed the non emergency number for the Boston Police Department, her fingers trembling slightly. As the line rang, she stared out the window at the street lights.

Finally, a calm voice answered. “Boston Police Department, how can I assist you?”

Willow cleared her throat, forcing confidence into her voice. “Hi, um, I need to report something. I don’t know if this is the right number for it, but I think there’s something illegal happening down at the docks.”

I glanced at her briefly, giving her a small nod of encouragement as she continued.

“What kind of illegal activity are you referring to, ma’am?” the dispatcher asked, their tone professional but curious.

“It’s.. drugs. I overheard some people talking about a stash being kept in a warehouse near the docks. I-I don’t know all the details, but it sounded serious, like a big operation.” Willow took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. 

“Do you know the specific location or the warehouse number?” They question.

“Yeah, um…” 

“Warehouse 7” I mouth to her silently.

 “It’s the warehouse on Pier 7. I think that’s the one. They mentioned it by name.”

The dispatcher asked for more details, how she knew this, if she’d seen anything herself. Willow stuck to the story they’d agreed on. “No, I didn’t see it myself. I just overheard it. I live near the docks, and some guys were talking about it at the coffee shop. They sounded serious, like it’s happening tonight or really soon.”

 “Understood. Can you describe the individuals you overheard?”

“Not really, sorry. I didn’t want to stare or get involved. They just seemed.. rough, you know? Like they didn’t want anyone overhearing, but I did. I thought it would be best to report it, just in case.”

“You did the right thing. Do you feel safe where you are, ma’am? We can have officers sent to your location if you feel threatened.”

“No, no, I’m fine!” Willow says quickly. “I just..I didn’t want to keep this to myself. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” 

“Thank you for letting us know. We’ll send officers to investigate Pier 7. If we need more information, we may call you back. Is this the best number to reach you?”

“Uh, no!” She says, starting to panic, her eyes darting toward mine. “I mean.. I’d rather stay anonymous, if that’s okay. I don’t want to get involved.”

“Of course. We’ll treat this as an anonymous tip. Thank you again for bringing this to our attention.” The dispatcher says calmly.

“Okay. Thanks.”

She hung up the phone and took a deep, shaky breath. I could tell her heart was pounding, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins

By the time we reached the docks, the flashing red and blue lights were already bouncing off the dark water, reflecting like twisted, chaotic stars. Cop cars were everywhere, doors open, officers fanning out with flashlights, yelling orders to one another. The scene was total chaos, exactly what we needed.

Willow shifted nervously in her seat as I parked a ways off, hiding the car in the shadow of a large shipping container. “You think they’re finding anything?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter” I said, scanning the scene. “As long as they’re here, Vince won’t be. Can guarantee no one will be down here for the rest of the night.”

She nodded, but her eyes lingered on the swarm of officers. “What now?”

“Now, we wait.”

We sat in the car for what felt like hours, the occasional flicker of a flashlight passing too close for comfort. Willow fidgeted beside me, playing with the drawstring on her hoodie. The air felt thick, like every breath I took was heavier than the last.

“Nate?” she said quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing this? I mean really doing this.”

I glanced at her, caught off guard by the question. Her expression was serious, searching.

“Because I owe him.” I admitted, my voice low. “Chris got dragged into all this because of me. I’ve been in this mess longer than he has, shit, my family’s been in it longer. But Chris? He doesn’t deserve this. If there’s even a chance I can help him get out, I’ll take it.”

Willow was quiet for a moment, staring at me like she was trying to read between the lines. “You’re a good friend” she said softly.

I snorted, shaking my head. “I don’t know about that.”

“Well, I do” she said, her voice firm. “And whatever happens, you’re not in this alone. Chris isn’t either. Y/n and I, we’re here. You don’t have to carry this on your own.”

I didn’t respond, because I wasn’t sure how. Instead, I turned my attention back to the cops swarming the docks, my leg bouncing impatiently. “They’re taking forever.”

“You want a distraction?” Willow said lightly, suggestive. 

I let out a small laugh, but it didn’t last. My eyes locked on hers, now distracted from watching the officers move deeper into the maze of containers and warehouses. Maybe this distraction could be a stress reliever. 

-

The clock on the dashboard read 2:11am, and the docks were finally starting to look deserted. After four maybe not so agonizing hours. The surge of officers now dissipated.

Willow glanced over at me, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but still alert. “Looks like they’re done.” 

I nodded, gripping my phone. “I’m going to call Chris, I’ll add you in too so you can keep us all updated about our surroundings.” I muttered, already dialing.

The line clicked, and Chris’s voice came through, groggy but instantly alert. “Nate? What’s going on?”

“Cops are gone” I said, keeping my voice low despite the empty surroundings. “I’m about to head into the warehouse.”

There was a pause on the other end before Chris responded, his tone sharp. “You sure it’s safe? They might’ve left something behind? Cameras? maybe even someone keeping watch.”

“It’s clear” I assured him, though my stomach churned with doubt. “Willow’s staying outside as a lookout. If anything moves, she’ll let me know.”

I heard Y/n’s voice faintly in the background, likely asking Chris what was happening. A moment later, he spoke again. “Just be quick. Get in, grab the footage, and get out. Don’t stick around for anything else.”

“I know, I’m not taking any chances. I’ll grab the timeframe we talked about and dip.”

Chris exhaled loudly, the tension in his voice palpable even over the phone. “Alright. Keep us on the line.”

“Will do” I said.

I looked at Willow, who was gripping her own phone, ready to keep us in check if anything seemed off. “You good?” I asked.

She gave me a faint smile, though I could see the nerves in her eyes. “Just hurry, okay?”

I nodded and stepped out of the car, the cool night air biting at my skin. The warehouse loomed ahead, it's dark silhouette eerily still. My footsteps echoed faintly on the pavement as I approached, every sound amplified by the emptiness around me.

Here goes nothing, I thought, pulling my hoodie up and tightening my grip on the burner phone in my hand. With one last glance back at Willow, who gave me a reassuring nod, I slipped inside the warehouse, ready to find the evidence that could finally bring Vince down.

Y/N’s POV

The clock read 2:17am. Hours had passed, and the only sound in the Airbnb was the hum of Chris pacing the living room and the faint noise of Nate’s rummaging around through the group call. Willow was on lookout, her voice crackling in every now and then to confirm everything was clear. I sat cross legged on the couch,trying to stay calm as Nate worked his way into Vince’s warehouse.

“You good in there?” Chris asked Nate for the fifth time, his voice low but sharp. He wasn’t pacing anymore, he was frozen in place, arms crossed, staring at his phone as if his gaze could somehow keep Nate safe.

“Yeah, man. I’m fine” Nate replied, his voice muffled slightly through the call. “I’m in the office now. Give me a second.”

“Second’s up.” Chris muttered.

I shot Chris a look. “Pushing him isn’t going to make this go any faster.”

Chris let out a frustrated sigh and dropped onto the armrest next to me. His knee bounced relentlessly. “You know what would make it faster? If Vince didn’t have the whole place locked down tighter than Fort Knox.”

I ignored him and leaned closer to the phone. “Nate, what are you looking at?”

There was silence for a moment. “It’s a computer, but-” He paused, and I could hear him typing faintly. “No. No, no, no. Shit.”

“What?” Chris and I said at the same time.

“They wiped it.” Nate answered sharply. “All the footage inside the warehouse is gone. Whoever cleared it knew what they were doing. Dates, files, everything’s been scrubbed.”

Chris cursed under his breath, shoving off the armrest to pace again. “This was a waste of time. I told you! Vince doesn’t leave loose ends.”

“No, wait.” I cut in, feeling the gears in my mind turning. “Nate, check the surrounding warehouses. Some of them might have external CCTV that points toward Vince’s place. If we’re lucky, you might be able to grab something there.”

“You sure about that?” Nate asked skeptically.

“It’s worth a shot” I said firmly. “Vince’s crew wouldn’t have access to neighboring businesses’ systems. They wouldn’t think to wipe that footage.”

There was a pause before Nate let out a small sigh. “Alright. I’ll check.”

Nate’s POV

I stepped back out into the cold night air, my burner phone clutched tightly in my hand as I glanced around the yard. I could see Willow’s silhouette across the yard, crouched low behind a rusted shipping container, her phone pressed to her ear as she kept watch.

“Willow, you see anything?” I whispered.

“All clear” she said softly. “But hurry up. I don’t like how empty it feels right now.”

I jogged to the warehouse next door and pressed my face to the side window. Sure enough, I spotted a small CCTV camera perched above one of the external doors, pointed directly at Vince’s place. 

Bingo.

I forced open the back door, slipping inside quickly. The office was just as empty and lifeless as Vince’s, dusty computers and monitors blinking faintly on standby. I moved to the system hooked to the cameras and noticed a flash drive connected, I opened it, praying this would work.

“Alright, I’m in” I muttered into the phone, accessing the drive and pulling up the camera’s footage. I scrolled back through the dates as quickly as I could, pinpointing the windows Y/n had told me to look for, the night Danny died, and the night of Danny’s funeral.

“Any luck?” Y/n asked, her voice anxious.

“Yeah” I breathed, watching the thumbnails pop up. “I’ve got footage of the warehouse yard for both nights.” I started the download, watching the bar slowly crawl forward.

“Thank fuck.” Chris said. “Get it and get out of there, Nate.”

“I’m working on it” I shot back.

Suddenly, the computer beeped at me, flashing a warning: Storage Full - Delete Files?

“Damn it!” I hissed.

“What’s wrong?” Willow’s voice broke through.

“The system’s full. It won’t let me pull more footage unless I delete something. It’s asking about tonight.”

“No.” Y/n said immediately. “Delete tonight’s footage. You don’t want a record of you breaking and entering.”

“Agreed” Chris said. “Get rid of it.”

I didn’t waste time arguing. I deleted the footage from tonight, watching it disappear off the list. The download finished, and I yanked the flash drive out, shoving it into my pocket.

“Alright, I’ve got it” I said, relief flooding through me. “I’m on my way back.”

“Be careful” Willow said, moving from her spot to meet me halfway back to the car.

We moved quickly, both of us keeping our heads low. When we reached the car, I slid into the driver’s seat and exhaled.

“Let’s get out of here. Please let there be something on this.”

Y/N’s POV

I let out a shaky breath as Nate announced he was heading back. “Thank God” I muttered, sinking back into the couch. Chris leaned against the back of the sofa, his jaw tense, but I could see the faint relief in his posture.

“They better get here quick” Chris mumbled. “I don’t like them being out there too long.”

“They will” I reassured him, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.

Chris sat beside me, rubbing his hands over his face. “You think we’ll actually get something useful off that footage?”

“I hope so” I said honestly. “If we can prove anything happened on either of those nights, it could link Vince to something bigger.”

Chris stared at the floor, silent for a long moment before muttering, “It has to. Otherwise, what the fuck are we doing all this for?”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. Chris looked up at me, his expression softening just slightly. For the first time tonight, the fear in his eyes was clear. He looked vulnerable, something I knew he’d hate admitting.

“Chris” I said softly, “we’re going to figure this out. I promise.”

He let out a slow breath and nodded. “I hope you’re right.”

-

The clock blinked 4:00 AM in harsh green digits when Nate and Willow finally pulled into the driveway. I heard the car engine shutting off, followed by two car doors closing in quick succession. Chris was sprawled on the couch, his head propped against the armrest, mouth slightly parted as he dozed. The minute he’d heard Nate and Willow were safe and on their way back, he’d let exhaustion pull him under, like a switch flipping off in his mind.

I stood from the dining room table where I’d been pacing between mindless tasks, checking and rechecking my phone, picking at my nails. My gaze drifted to Chris, softened by sleep, his features free of worry, for now. I almost didn’t want to wake him.

“They’re back” I murmured, hurrying to let them in.

Willow stepped inside first, her jacket half zipped and cheeks flushed from the cold air. “It’s freezing out there.” she muttered, brushing past me toward the kitchen. “I need coffee or something warm before I keel over.”

Nate came in right after her, looking worn and tired, his dark hoodie pulled up and his face paler than usual. He didn’t say anything at first, just held up the USB drive like it was a trophy he’d earned.

“Got it.” he said gruffly.

“Thank God.” I let out a long breath, relief washing over me like a wave. “I set up the computer already, come on.”

Chris stirred at the sound of Nate’s voice, his brow creasing before his eyes fluttered open. He groaned quietly, shifting on the couch to sit up. “They’re back?” His voice was hoarse, thick with sleep.

“They’re back” I confirmed, leading Nate toward the small office tucked behind the kitchen.

Chris was on his feet in seconds, shuffling after us as he rubbed his eyes awake. Willow followed, cradling a mug of instant coffee she’d somehow put together in record time.

The office was cramped, but it had a decent sized desktop computer sitting on a small desk, just as I’d found earlier. The monitor flickered to life as Nate leaned down to plug in the USB. Chris hovered right behind him, resting his hands on the back of the chair as if he couldn’t trust himself to sit still.

“Please tell me there’s something” Chris muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

Nate didn’t reply at first, clicking through the folders he’d saved. A list of video files appeared on the monitor, timestamps neatly arranged in order.

“This is from the warehouse across from Vince’s” Nate said, pointing at the first file. “The night Danny died.”

A tension filled silence settled over the room as Nate opened the video. The grainy footage appeared, a black and white view of the loading docks outside Vince’s warehouse. The time stamp in the corner read 11:42 pm.

I stepped closer, my breath catching as we all watched. The footage showed Vince’s warehouse, its doors slightly ajar, a faint flicker of light spilling out. Moments later, shadowy figures began to move in the distance - men. My stomach churned as I realized what we were seeing.

“There” Chris said sharply, pointing to the screen. “That’s them.”

The footage was grainy, but Vince’s hulking figure was unmistakable as he stepped into the light. Two other men trailed behind him. A small, tense conversation played out near the door, though we couldn’t hear it. 

“That’s Danny” Nate whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “It has to be.”

The figure stumbled into the pool of light spilling from the warehouse door. Danny was easy to spot, his smaller frame, the familiar way he carried himself even under duress. He turned to face Vince, his hands raised as if pleading with him.

“Jesus” Willow whispered, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the floor.

We watched, frozen, as Vince stepped closer to Danny. The camera’s view wasn’t clear enough to capture their expressions, but Vince’s body language spoke volumes, aggressive, domineering. He jabbed a finger at Danny’s chest as he shouted something, his movements sharp and jerky.

Chris’s breathing had grown heavier, his shoulders tense. I could feel the anger radiating off of him as the scene played out.

“What are they saying?” I whispered, though I knew no one had an answer.

Danny shook his head frantically in the video, backing away, only to be grabbed by one of Vince’s men. He was shoved to his knees, his arms pinned behind him.

“Stop it” Chris muttered, his voice low but pained. “Fast forward, man. I don’t think you need to see this.”

Nate’s hand shot out. “No. Let it play.”

Nate froze, his expression torn. For a moment, I wanted to say something, to stop this, to shield Chris and Nate from what we were about to witness, but I couldn’t find the words.

We watched as Vince crouched down in front of Danny, speaking low and slow, his face so close it made my skin crawl. Danny tried to twist away, but the men held him in place.

And then Vince stood, turned, and said something to one of his men. The second figure stepped forward, pulling something from his coat. The metallic gleam of a pistol caught hitting off the light.

“No” Nate said sharply, shoving back from the desk. “No, I’m done.”

He stood abruptly, storming toward the other side of the room, but Chris didn’t move. His knuckles were white where they gripped the chair.

Danny struggled, his movements frantic, but it was no use. Vince held the gun in his right hand, lifting it up point directly at Danny. 

My hand flew to my mouth as Danny’s body slumped forward. Blood pooled across the concrete, dark even on the grainy footage. Vince said something to his crew, and without hesitation, they began dragging Danny’s lifeless body toward the warehouse doors.

The footage went still.

The time stamp now read 11:53am.

A choked sound broke the silence, Chris. He turned away from the screen, pacing toward the window as he pressed the heels of his hands against his face.

“Chris..” I whispered, unsure what to say, my voice trembling.

Willow was crying quietly, hiding her face in her arms. Nate stood with his back to the room, both hands braced against the wall like he was holding himself up.

I swallowed hard, feeling my stomach turn as the full weight of what we’d seen settled on me. It was undeniable now. Vince killed Danny and the footage showed everything.

Chris t,urned back, his eyes red rimmed and his jaw tight. “We have him.” he said hoarsely, his voice raw with emotion. “That bastard’s done.”

Nate spun around, his eyes glistening with tears and rage. “Yeah? And what do we do with this? You think the cops are just gonna watch it and say, ‘Thanks, boys! we’ll handle it’?”

“We take it to someone who can help ” I said softly, stepping forward. “This is evidence. Vince can’t run, not from this.”

“Y/n’s right” Chris said firmly, his voice steadier now. “We get this in the right hands, and Vince goes down. No more running, no more looking over our shoulders.”

Nate dragged a hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. “And what if he finds out we have this?”

“We don’t let him” Chris snapped. “We keep it safe until we’re ready.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as we all processed what had just happened. The footage had given us the answer we’d been searching for, but it came at a price. Seeing Danny like that, helpless, scared, was something none of us could ever unsee.

I took a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the desk. “We’ll figure it out” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “We have to.”

Chris walked over, resting a hand on my shoulder. It was a small gesture, but the weight of it grounded me. I glanced up at him, meeting his gaze, hard and determined, but beneath that, I could see how deeply this had shaken him.

“We’re going to end this” Chris said quietly, his words meant for all of us. “For Danny. For us. Vince doesn’t win.”

Nate wiped a hand across his face, turning back toward the desk. “Then we start tomorrow” he said, his voice rough. “First thing.”

I nodded, though I knew none of us would be sleeping that night.

The four of us stayed there in the cramped little office, sitting in silence as the weight of what we’d seen hung in the air like a storm cloud. Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten ever so slightly, the first hints of dawn creeping over Cape Cod.

We had proof.

Now, we just had to survive long enough to use it.

a/n: ITS GOING DOWWWWWN

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[winchesterwild78]

Behind the Scenes pt 2

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, sex scene filming, language, SMUT

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be a one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, just wanted to set up the story*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes

This is my original work, do not take it.

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The next few days were somewhat relaxing. You hung out with Jared, Misha and some of the other cast and crew. Noticeably absent from the get togethers was Jensen. One night Misha joking around said Jensen must be held up at his apartment with his latest flavor of the month. You looked at Jared and he offered you an apologetic look. You smiled softly and turned your head, tears pricking your eyes.

You got up to walk in the kitchen to grab a water and Jared followed you. “Hey Y/N, you okay.” He questioned. You told him what happened the other day before Jensen left and he was just as confused as you were. He sent Jensen a text.

Jared: Hey man. We are all hanging out at Misha’s if you’re around.

Jensen: We might swing by. Not sure yet. I’ll let you know.

Jared: “we” who’s we?

Jensen: Katie. You met her a few months ago. We ran into each other the other day and have been hanging out.

Jared: Yeah I remember her. Um, what about Y/N? I thought you liked her.

Jensen: Yeah, it didn’t work out. It’s for the best. She’s your love interest on the show and I just think it would be for the best if we didn’t hook up.

Jared: okay man. Whatever you say. Maybe see you later.

Jared looked at you and said “I’ve been friends with him for years and I don’t know what he’s thinking. He’s out with some girl right now. He said they might come by. I’m so sorry Y/N. I swear he told me he wanted to be with you.” A lump formed in your throat and you felt sick. “It’s okay Jared. I mean we only kissed and I guess he decided he really didn’t want to see where we went.” You said fighting back tears.

You took a sip of water and went outside to the deck. You sat listening to the crickets and the laughter from inside. You couldn’t believe your heart was breaking. It was just a kiss. He changed his mind. He’s allowed to do that. It’s for the best. Getting involved with a coworker is always a bad idea. You kept telling yourself this over and over. Then you heard his voice. You turned around and saw Jensen with his arm around a very attractive, slender, blonde woman.

Everyone was greeting Jensen and her. You noticed he kept looking around. You wondered what he was looking for. You heard Jensen introducing the woman as “Katie” and she seemed really sweet. You stayed on the deck unable to move. Jared saw you and made his way outside to you. “Hey, you okay” he asked throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah I’m good. Just wanted to get some fresh air. I’m not feeling great so I think I’m gonna head home.” You said fighting back tears. Jared nodded and walked back inside with you.

You made your way through the people saying goodbye as you walked. You were almost at the door when Misha stopped you. “Hey, Y/N. Where are you going” he asked. As you turned to tell him goodbye you saw Jensen with Katie standing next to him. “I’m heading out. Not feeling too good. I think I had a little too much to drink and not enough to eat.” You said not making eye contact with Jensen. Misha completely clueless said “oh okay. Yeah that sucks. Before you leave did you get a chance to meet Jensen’s girl, Katie.” “No, I don’t think I have. Hello, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Katie. I don’t mean to be rude but I really should be going.” You said after shaking her hand.

You looked up at Jensen and nodded. He looked at you almost apologizing but you had to be mistaken. “Well good night everyone, nice to meet you Katie. I’m sure I’ll see you around again soon.” You spun on your heels and went out the door.

Jensen followed you outside. You knew he was there. You could smell his cologne. “Hey, Y/N wait a second please.” He almost whispered. You looked at him “what Jensen”. “I need to explain. I” “No! (You cut him off) You don’t need to explain anything. You kissed me, wanted to be together, then you said you didn’t. There’s nothing to fucking explain. Go back inside to your girlfriend. I’m going home.” You hissed at him. You climbed in your car, slammed the door and took off.

Jensen stood in the driveway for a few minutes then went back inside. He went over to Jared and asked for your number. Jared hesitantly gave it to him.

*Time jump 3 weeks*

You started to become more comfortable with the set, the cast and the crew. Today however was going to be a more challenging shoot. Your character and Sam have sex for the first time. You’ve read over the script multiple times, met with the crew who would be present during the scene and Jared. They explained everything to you and assured you none of your body would appear on screen. Just your bare back and the only crew on set would be the director, Jared, you and two female assistants to help you in any way you needed.

Your wardrobe was flesh colored intimate covers and your robe to get you to and from set. Jared’s was pretty much the same thing. You were in your trailer reading over the script trying not to be nervous but you couldn’t help it. There was a knock at your door and it was Jared. “Hey, um Rick is sick and can’t direct the shoot today. They have called in another director.” He said reluctantly. “Oh, okay. Are they aware of the scene today and everything we have in place for it.” You asked. Jared nodded. “So Y/N, the director is Jensen.” Jared said. “Wait, what?!?” You exclaimed. “This can’t be.” You said. “Why would they have him direct?!” You practically yelled.

“He has experience and he was available today. The studio didn’t want to push the schedule so we were behind. It’s going to be okay. I promise. Jensen is very professional and I’ll be there.” He assured you. You sighed. “Okay Jared. Let’s get this over with.” You stood heading towards the door.

As you and Jared approached the set you saw Jensen looking incredible. You instinctively bit your lip. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his chest and biceps. It wasn’t fair how this man could look like sex on two legs no matter what he was wearing.

Jensen’s voice boomed over the set asking for everyone to clear out unless they were part of the scene. He approached you and Jared and asked if you two were ready. You both nodded. He went over the scene and how he was going to get multiple angles and shots so they can piece together the best ones. He called for places. You and Jared removed your robes. The assistant helping you held up a sheet to wrap around you until you got in the bed. You climbed in and snuggled to “Sam”. “And action” Jensen called.

The beginning of the scene was you laying beside Sam and he was making sure you were ready for the next step. You nodded and he cupped your face kissing you. Things started heating up and the scene moved on. Sam was hovering over Lilah. “God you’re so beautiful, Lilah. Are you sure you’re ready” Sam asked. “Yes I am. Take me Sam. I need you” you said. Jared positioned himself in between your legs and “pushed in” as he started to move and you moaned you heard Jensen yell “cut”.

“What’s wrong” Jared asked. “I don’t know. I just don’t think she’s giving a convincing scene. I need more from you. Sam is a moose and he’s big. I need to believe it.” Jensen said. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Jared leaned down and said you did great but to follow his lead. You shook your head in agreement.

“Action” Jensen yelled. Sam pushed in again and you gasped loudly grabbing his shoulders. Moans from you and Jared filled the room. It was very convincing. Jared leaned down and said in your ear “you’re doing great. Now let’s get this party started”. You stifled a giggle. Jared sped up and flipped you over on your knees. This took everyone by surprise. Jensen’s jaw was on the floor but he couldn’t call cut. The way the sheet laid over your body and the moans falling from your lips turned him on more than he cared to admit. If anyone had been looking at his they would have noticed he was getting hard.

Sam and Lilah were moaning and filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. Jared moved and had you straddle him. The sheet pooled around your hips exposing your breasts. Jensen bit his lip but kept rolling. You started to ride Jared and ran your fingers in your hair. Your breasts were bouncing up and down and Sam sat up cupping them. You moaned his name as he took a nipple in his mouth. You knew he couldn’t really because the covers on them, but your moans were pretty convincing. So convincing Jensen yelled cut.

“Jared what the hell man. None of this was part of the scene” Jensen yelled. “You know we improvise a lot of these scenes. What the hell is your problem man. You keep stopping the scenes” Jared demanded. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jensen had a noticeable bulge in his jeans. Jared saw it too and reality struck him. Jensen was jealous. Jensen called for lunch and everyone cleared the set except you, Jared and Jensen. You covered up with the sheet and Jared got up to talk to Jensen.

“Dude what the hell is wrong with you. The scenes are going great. She’s an incredible actress. Give her a break. You’re the one who decided not to pursue her.” Jared reminded him. Jensen ran his hands down his face in a frustrated sigh. “I know. The scene was perfect. You guys have incredible chemistry and I guess I got jealous. I want her to moan my name and be mine. I fucked up man. She wants nothing more to do with me. Not that I blame her.” Jensen said. Jared looked at him and said “Man you have to figure out what you want. If you want her then tell her. Stop being a coward. If you don’t want her then let her be. It’s not right man.”

“You’re right man. Can you give us a minute to talk” Jensen asked his friend. Jared nodded and left the building. You sat on the bed covered up as Jensen approached you. “Hey Y/N. Can we talk” he asked. You nodded and he sat on the bed. “Look you were doing an incredible job with that scene. I’m so sorry for being an ass.” “If I did so well why did you keep interrupting the scene” you asked. “Honestly, I got jealous. I wanted you to call my name out and me being the one having you. I’m so sorry.” He said as he put his head down.

You took his hand and said “I don’t understand. You’re with Katie and you made it clear you didn’t want me. Why would you be jealous.” “I’m not with her. I don’t want her. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I was scared. I’m sorry.” Jensen said kissing your hand.

You took your hand and lifted his chin staring into his green eyes. You leaned in and kissed him. At first it felt like he was hesitant but then he deepened the kiss. Pulling your body flush with his. His hands dancing up and down your bare skin. Goosebumps erupted all over and you moaned into his mouth. You both pulled away gasping for air and as soon as you both caught it you were kissing again.

Jensen pulled away and looked at your still naked body and bit his lip. “Can we take this to my trailer” he asked. “Yes. Please Jensen I want you”. He helped you up and you put on your robe. He took your hand and the two of you walked to his trailer. As soon as the door was closed and locked his hands were on your body again.

He led you to the bedroom and laid you on the bed. He helped you out of the robe and body covers from the scene. Jensen stood back admiring your body. “Fuck you’re sexy baby”. He said and your face flushed. You bit your lip and told him he was overdressed. He smirked and said “yes ma’am” and he removed his clothes. When his rock hard cock sprang free from his boxers you gasped at the size. You made eye contact with him and he smirked.

He licked his lips “I want to taste you sweetheart”. He parted your legs and crawled in between your thighs kissing all the way up to your dripping folds. He took his fingers and parted your folds. He smirked when he felt how wet you were. “You’re dripping baby”. He stuck two fingers in and hooked them. You gasped and your walls clenched around his thick fingers. He moved them in and out getting you ready to take him. He leaned down and started to lick your engorged clit. You moaned his name as you arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and you pulled him into your dripping pussy. He was licking and sucking like a man starved. You felt yourself close to the edge. “I’m going to cum Jensen. Oh fuck. Right there baby” you screamed. He licked faster and pushed you over the edge. As you came you screamed his name and he kept licking and sucking as your body grew more sensitive. You screamed again as another, more intense orgasm hit. Jensen grinned as he pulled his fingers out of you.

“Damn baby, you taste delicious and you came so hard.” He said smiling. “Oh my god, Jensen. That was amazing.” You said as you laid back. “You sure you want me, Y/N” he questioned. “Yes, please. I want you in me” you begged. Jensen grabbed a condom and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom on. Once it was on he lined himself up and asked if you were ready. You shook your head yes. He pushed in slowly. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Jensen leaned down and kissed you as he pushed further in.

Once he was all the way in he lifted your legs and set a steady pace. Moans and the sounds of pleasure filled the room. Jensen and you were exploring each other’s bodies with every thrust and movement. He felt incredible and he fit perfectly inside you. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain.

He moved at an easy pace and each thrust he hit a spot inside you nobody ever had.

He pulled out and laid down having you straddle him. As he looked up at you he said “damn this is an incredible view”. He cupped your breasts as you lined him up and sat down on him pushing him all the way in. The new position had you seeing stars. He was in so deep and when he lifted his hips he pushed further in. You grinded down on him and arched your back. You threw your head back moaning and gasping in pleasure.

Jensen leaned up and kissed your lips and made his way down to your nipples. Each bounce brought him closer to his release. He bucked his hips into you causing you to gasp loudly. “I’m gonna cum Y/N” Jensen said in a low voice. “Cum for me baby. Fill me up” you said with a seductive tone. He grabbed your hips pulling you down onto him. He grunted and came hard. Filling the condom with his hot seed. You climbed off of him when he finished and he got up to clean himself up.

When Jensen got back in bed he pulled you close to him. He kissed your head and you snuggled into him and giggled. “What’s so funny, Y/N” he asked with a smile. “So this was taking it slow” you laughed. Jensen laughed and said “I guess for us it was”.

You laid in his arms as he pulled you tight. “How much longer do we have on lunch, Mr Director” you giggled. “About an hour. Why what did you have in mind” he asked smiling. “I can think of something to fill that time” you whispered in his ear. He smiled, growled and pulled you to his lips. Giggles and laughter filled the room as you and Jensen kissed and held each other.

Your heart leaped with every touch, and kiss. You could see yourself giving him your heart, you just hoped it would be safe in his hands. Your y/e/c eyes looked into his green as the giggles and laughter quieted. He brushed a stray piece of hair from your face and his hand ran down your face. “So beautiful” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled, blushed and knew in that moment you could definitely fall for Jensen. It was exciting but so terrifying. For now though, you were perfectly content just lying in his arms.

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Trapped

Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission

Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)

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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.

Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha. 

When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.

What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story. 

You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd. 

She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace,  why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.

Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.

Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.

She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.

Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.

“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.

“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.

“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.

She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.

“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.

Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop. 

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.

Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.

You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.

“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.

“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.

Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.

“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.

She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.

You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”

She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”

Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.

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You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.

Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.

You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.

As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.

“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.

Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”

You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.

Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.

“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”

Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.

“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.

There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap. 

In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.

You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.

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You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.

Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.

She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.

When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.

There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.

“I really missed this.”

You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”

She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face. 

“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.

The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing. 

A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.

No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.

Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.

You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off. 

Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green. 

Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.

You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure. 

Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time. 

This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.

It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.

You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.

She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.

In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.

“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.

After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.

It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.

Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out. 

Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched. 

Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.

»

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Let’s Talk About Kaiser Ryo in Season 4

I think I intended to make a post analysing this way back when I first watched Sho and Ryo’s mini arc in season 4… almost two years ago now. Yeah… I had so much to say about season 4 back then and was also starting to watch Zexal for the first time and get really into it so I never really got around to talking about this in any details. Now that these episodes are fresh in my mind again however, I’d like to discuss them.

I have… mixed thoughts on Kaiser Ryo being alive in season 4. On one hand, his death in season 3 felt very final and the perfect note to send off his character. It didn’t make much sense for him to suddenly be alive with very little explanation and definitely felt like a cop out the first time I watched it. It felt very much like a last minute decision since within season four, he only appears in those episodes with Sho. I haven’t rewatched the episodes where the kids are being tormented by their anxieties in the world of Darkness yet but I don’t recall Kaiser Ryo even appearing in Sho’s warped visions of the future, despite the two of them agreeing to start a pro duelling league together. Plus he definitely didn’t appear at the graduation, and why not? Why wouldn’t he attend his little brother’s graduation if he was staying at the school’s infirmary to recover? Unless he wasn’t intended to still be alive until the crew started making the Sho episodes. Obviously I can’t confirm this, but it’s a feeling I’ve always had. Also the deck giving Kaiser Ryo those electric shocks rather than the damage to his heart just being from the electric collars he duelled in during season 2 is complete nonsense and definitely another asspull. Bringing Kaiser Ryo back did not feel like the original intention and is very poorly explained and feels ill fitting at first glance considering how well done his death in season 3 was.

With that said, I actually really like Kaiser Ryo’s presence in Sho’s mini arc. It’s rushed of course (some parts of season 4 are I will admit) but the fact that we actually get to see a character who hit rock bottom actually recover is really cool. And that recovery isn’t a straight line, he regresses when he accepts that duel and pushes himself too hard like he did in season 3, nearly getting himself killed before Sho steps in. I love that this arc really examines Sho’s relationship with Kaiser Ryo in more detail than we ever really saw before. Sho taking on Ryo’s deck to save him, despite knowing the risk of doing so, and, with a bit of advice from Judai, being able to make the deck his own and finally evolving this seemingly unchangeable deck was really cool. The theme of Kaiser Ryo throughout the series being this gifted kid who was unable to evolve past the “perfection” he found always really fascinated me.

This arc was the perfect way to deconstruct that mindset of his. To show that, no, there is always room for improvement, there is always a way to keep evolving and growing. Because that’s what this show is all about: growth. It’s a theme with everyone’s arcs throughout the show that really shines in season 4. Also, I do think it was important to give Sho and Kaiser Ryo’s relationship some kind of resolution. Kaiser Ryo’s dying words in season 3 were to Judai, completely ignoring the little brother that he grew up with and knew for far longer.

Yes the dub’s version of that scene did actually fix this issue, it’s one of the few things I like about the GX dub, but the GX dub didn’t adapt season 4, it’s not canon to the sub (which is what I’m talking about) so it’s not relevant to this conversation. Season 4 is what fixes this issue in the sub. Sho steps in to help his brother and makes Kaiser Ryo’s deck his own and in the process, evolves it in a way Ryo didn’t think was possible. Finally, after all the years of ignoring his little brother, who he found annoying and disrespectful in duels, Kaiser Ryo takes notice of his little brother and recognises and respects his growth. They had a broken relationship throughout the entire show due to both their bad attitudes and this mini arc forced them to change and show that change to the other so that going forward, they can finally have a positive more balanced relationship as brothers, something they seemingly never had before. And that’s really sweet, and wouldn’t have been possible to nearly the same degree without these episodes.

So while I think Kaiser Ryo’s return in season 4 was poorly implemented and explained, I think it did both his character and Sho’s character wonders and fits in well with the themes of this show. I’m glad this mini arc existed and I’m overall glad Kaiser Ryo returned despite the fumbled execution.

[starpupilastro]

Aquarius III

Starting at the end. (2/10-2/17)

This seems almost like a typical thing for me. I’ve always been kind of bad at following through on things. (zodiac series) This seems like something that has a sort of framework that is already laid out, albeit I’m going out of order.

I’m following in the foot steps of the other astrologers that have taken on this year long endeavor and I’ll be using mainly “36 Secrets” by T. Susan Chang as a guide along the way. I’m really excited about this venture because it will be a good way for me to really dive into learning the Tarot in a much more intentional way. I currently have a simple fascination with tarot and have a couple of decks that I try to read intuitively and can glean a little insight from but this will be good for really internalizing the significations.

According to 36 Secrets the 3rd Decan of Aquarius, or degrees 21-30 of the sign, is called “Lord of Futility” is ruled by the moon, are represent in the tarot by The High Priestess and The Star of the Major Arcana and the 7 of Swords in the Minor Arcana. The High Priestess representing the Moon in the 7 visible planets of the solar system that are used in astrology. The Star representing the sign of Aquarius. The 7 of Swords representing the themes are associated within the last 10 degrees of the sign.

Although there are the Cards of the Major Arcana they seem to take a back seat and simply represent the ruler of the Decan and the sign that is in. The main cards to be focus on is the Minor Arcana, these are the cards that will give us the truer nature of these degrees.

The 7 of Swords in the Rider Waite-Smith deck is shows a man carrying 4 swords while 3 more are planted firmly in the ground.

Chang talks in her book about how this card represents the “Divided Mind”. Saying one thing and doing the other. Noting that the man has a somewhat suspect air about him. One might think that he is trying to steal the swords he’s carrying. The way he’s looking back while walking away on tip toes. “Midnight Activity while the Sun is brightest”

In my personal life I feel like I’ve noticed this dynamic playing out somewhat in the hunt for new employment.

I have been unemployed for about 2 months now and looking for work has been tough. While the Sun has been in this Decan I feel that it has been especially difficult to stay focused on the the task at hand. I’ve had several ideas of thing that I might be able to start doing to try to make some more money than just my unemployment checks can bring me; but when it comes to put the rubber to the road my tires seem to still be spinning an inch off the ground.

The book also mentions reference to the Picatrix which notes the energy of this area as “-the accomplishing of the will, and the giving of offense” in thinking of things in these terms, I think that I’d like to become an professional astrologer for a living however I’m not sure I could do that without giving some offense to my partner who wants me to do something more stable.

For the next Decan, Pieces I, I’m planning on drawing cards for all the days which I will record and try to draw a theme that puts everything together.

See you then!

[clunelover]

Okay so, my cruise review! It was all in all pretty great. As parents will know, it is hard to have a real vacation with little kids. Mostly you just end up consumed with caring for them in a new location. So I’d say the cruise is a great option for giving parents of little kids some actually relaxing time on a vacation.

C is 5 and has some special needs (sensory stuff) and E is 9. There are 3 age groups for “camp ocean,” the childcare activity area. C was in 2-5, and E was in 9-11. C noped out of that immediately - really bored and wanted to be with the bigger kids. They let the 6-8 and 9-11 groups interact but 2-5 are more segregated. So he was jealous of E and probably overwhelmed too. So I was initially so frustrated - I’d been banking on camp ocean keeping them entertained so we could relax together a bit! I’d read online that the age groupings were strict and you couldn’t move up a group. Then of course towards the end, Jeremy asked if C could be in the next group up and they said “oh sure, he can do that but if he acts too immature we’ll move him down.” So then he had a great time and I was annoyed that I didn’t know we could do that sooner! Granted, I could have asked and did not.

So, the good things:

Camp ocean once we figured it out. We did let them stay up late one night there (but of course we were paranoid they’d call to say we needed to get them, so we couldn’t fully relax…just watched the talented mr ripley, which Jeremy had never seen and I knew he’d love. He did!)

FOOD!! The food was pretty good quality, some of it very good, but more importantly, just always having food available that everyone would like, and not having to PLAN FOOD which is like the worst part of being a weekday adult.

I loved being on the ocean. Walking onto the decks and seeing ocean in every direction. Being able to look out the window of the cabin and see the waves, day and night…it was just really unique and cool and something I’m glad I got to experience.

Getting to see some locations I wouldn’t have otherwise without a dedicated longer trip - thinking specially of Belize. I was fascinated by everything there, took lots of pictures of all the hand painted signs on buildings from the bus we were on. Now I know that’s a place I’d like to visit again for longer, but previously I would not have known that. Oh and we did a jungle hike and cave tubing there and that was awesome too.

Just overall vibe - everyone is there to relax and have a good time, and I did feel genuinely relaxed.

Less good:

CROWDED. Holy crap. We went during spring break which is their busiest time (something I hadn’t thought of, but - duh!) and our ship had a 5,000 person capacity and was almost full. So in some places, like the main pool and the chairs around it, it was overwhelmingly packed and noisy and chaotic. But also, surprisingly there were some places/times of day where some things were very open, so once we got the hang of that it helped. Like, the smaller pool was always almost completely empty after dinner. So then we started having the kids do night swims to tire out before bed once we realized that! It was very nice.

Saltwater pools. Not like fancy nice saltwater pools I’ve seen at some spas - like filtered ocean water, suuuuper super salty. I couldn’t swim in them too long, cause once I got enough splashes on my eyes they just wouldn’t stop burning (no I don’t own goggles). The kids had their googles but they’re not used to saltwater, so any time a little water splashed into their mouths they’d be hopping out of the pool looking for a drink of water to wash it out. In spite of this, they did still swim a decent amount. But I know they would have done more if the pools were not salty.

There definitely is a certain type of passenger that’s like what you’d think of as a stereotypical cruiser. A lot of people were very Obviously Republican. So you’ll hear some spouting off of Republican opinions! I tried to just roll with that cause like, I think any time you’re in a large vacation group setting, you might brush up against more republicans than usual. But I do get a little freaked seeing someone wearing a shirt that says “we the people” where all the letters are formed out of guns!!!

There was a casino on board and you can SMOKE in it! Mostly we steered clear but a couple times we had to cut through and it was so gross. I also find casinos generally depressing.

So yeah, that’s it! I wouldn’t say I’ve caught the cruising bug, but I have already found myself looking up some more to see what kind of deals there are and where else we could go! I think it’s a very good value. I’m also now super fascinated by all things cruise related and am watching videos posted by crew members talking about their work experience.

Ideally in the future I’d like to go to Real Places but for now that would just be a nightmare with the kids I think. Especially since they’re both very picky about food (but in different ways, haha).

[9centjefferson-blog]

Speaking of them, I can’t describe how surprised I was to find that Heartwood Storyteller is one of the best cards that I’ve added recently. Not only is it a powerhouse for card draw, it’s also an incredible engine for all the card draw tax effects I’ve been including recently. I mentioned it before, but Heartwood alongside Faerie Mastermind is almost too much draw (unless you’re using Awakening and Tidal Barracuda), which is the one positive of Zenith Chronicler.

Despite the fact that Heartwood triggers stuff like Smothering Tithe and Xyris way easier, Zenith Chronicler does have one spot where it’s better: aggro. In all the games I’ve played recently with these two, Heartwood eats a removal spell either on impact or within the first turn cycle. It still generates a lot of value (especially for helping other people draw interaction whenever someone is going off), but it has a target the moment people realize what it’s doing. Zenith has sat around for quite a while and usually stays out after the tax effects have been removed. It triggers far more infrequently and on fewer things (I usually only see it when people cast commanders), and that makes it way less threatening. It should also be noted that it costs one less and always comes down on turn 2 regardless of your mana, but every deck I run is centered on green because of the color fixing and ramp, so it’s kind of a moot point.

Either way, I just wanted to gush about how surprised I was by these cards. Heartwood feels great— OH another thing I like about Heartwood is that it doesn’t trigger in upkeep but whenever a player casts a noncreature spell, and that helps with the issue of snowballing the player after you. It has its own problems, but it’s a notable part of what’s made it feel so good.

[neon-knights-mercenary-company]

“3… 2… 1… aaaaand, we are docked.”

A thud reverberated through the hull of the Electric Pony as the pilot finished his countdown, locking clamps on the docking collar of the Invader securing them firmly in place. “Five minutes ‘till jump, Commander.”

Rowan clapped the pilot on his shoulder and gazed out the viewscreen. She always got nervous when other people were at the controls, even of things she couldn’t personally pilot. Normally she’d stay in her berth during the exciting parts of transit, but she was the CO now. That’d be a bad look, and so here she was, trying not to hover too much.  

"You're hovering, Commander," her XO spoke up. Rowan arched an eyebrow at Agata, but nevertheless pried her white knuckled grip off the poor pilot’s chair and made her way to her crash couch.

“I’ve got the jump covered, Lieutenant, you can head back down if you want.”

Agata shook her head, and stayed fixed looking at the viewscreen. “This might be the last chance I get to see Satalice, ma’am. Unless you need me off the deck, I’ll stay up here,” she said softly. Rowan gave her a nod, but winced internally. It couldn’t be easy for Agata to leave her homeworld behind to face occupation. At least, not if you still gave a damn about the place.

A quiet settled on the bridge, unbroken but for the electronic hum of the computers and the occasion ping of sensor stations. Satalice wouldn’t have been visible as anything more than a particularly bright star to the naked eye, not from this distance, the world occupied a live feed in the corner of the viewscreen. Scopes were kept pointed at the last place they left, by tradition or some practicality Rowan didn’t know, but Satalice looked almost at peace from here. She hoped the lie of it gave Agata some comfort.

The jump claxon sounded, and the pilot announced “Germanium Fever initiating jump to Skandia via Satalice. Preparing to jump in 5… 4… 3... 2-”

A lurch, off in a direction orthogonal to sideways, and the taste of copper flooded Rowan’s mouth. Something had gone wrong.

For an agonizing moment, or maybe for an eternity, light and sound ceased to be, before it all snapped back to the a new sound from the klaxons.

Misjump.

Rowan opened her mouth to shout for a status report, but only blood and bile came out. Agata called out for it instead, damnably calm as if she didn’t just get wedgied by a hyperspace squid, and moved to help Rowan get back on her feet.

“Ma’am, we- we misjumped, computers are still figuring out where to, but. We’re not in Satalice and we’re not in Skandia,” the pilot reported, voice shaking. “Gavimetrics show stable, we’re either at the jump point or a pirate point- scopes still scanning.”

“What’s the damage, Xiong?”

“No response from the Germanium Fever, Ma’am, she’s dead in the water,” the tech in question spoke up. “Structural damage on the Pony is light, and no casualties reported- minor injuries only”

Rowan leaned against Agata, grateful for her support, and wiped her mouth clean on her sleeve. Relief flooded her veins as the adrenaline began to clear. She hadn’t lost anyone yet. They were all alive, and whatever else happens, she’d do her damnedest to keep them that way.

“Where we at getting a fix on our location?”

“Ma’am,” Xiong replied once more, “spectrometry shows we’re above a K-Class star, aught-point-seven-nine solar masses. We’re running through our stellar catalogue, trying to find a match.”

Rowan frowned. Aught-point-seven-nine? Rowan knew a K-class star with that mass, but… No, there was no way they misjumped clear across the Inner Sphere.

Still, she had to put her suspicion to rest. “Comms, we picking up any satellites?”

“No, ma’a- wait, hold on, jump interference is starting to clear up. We’ve got a signal, patching it through.”

“-status. I say again, unknown mercenary jumpship, this is SLDF Star Colonel Ulther Binetti. You are leaking helium, and your ship shows damage consistent with a non-catastrophic misjump. Please identify yourself and advise on status, we will render medical and technical aid if required. If we do not receive a response, we will initiate boarding to manually determine your status.”

The bridge had gone silent. Someone had finally shut off that klaxon, but as Rowan looked around, her whole crew seemed to be as stunned as she was. Star Colonel? SLDF? All she could do was try and get answers, and hope this wasn’t some strange Clanner deception.

“Star Colonel, this is commander Rowan de la Rosa of the the Neon Knights Mercenary Company. Your assessment is correct, we have suffered a misjump. We have no casualties aboard our dropper, but we have lost communications with the jumpship we rode in on. Please clarify your unit affiliation, I wasn’t aware anyone still called themselves the SLDF.”

The Star Colonel was quick to reply, “Aff, the Star League Defense Force. It is not a surprise that you have not yet heard, if you are coming in from the deep periphery. The SLDF only reformed two years ago. Let us send over that assistance, we will discuss more in person. Binetti, out.”

That answered precisely nothing, Rowan groused, except that we’re definitely dealing with Clanners. With a sigh, she sunk back down into her crash couch, finally letting go of her XO. “Let’s just hope they stay as cordial as they’ve been, right Ag?”

Agata didn’t reply, and Rowan looked up to find her glaring a hole at the viewscreeen, as if she could send a laser through the comm straight into the Star Colonel’s face.

“Hey. Lieutenant!” Rowan snapped, “I need you to keep your head in the game. No pissing on their batchalls till they get us moving again, ja?”

The glare turned on Rowan, but before Agata could snap back, the comms officer spoke up again.

“Ma’am… The Star Colonel’s messages came with a timestamp. You… it’s, uh. Well, just look.”

Curious, Rowan leaned forward as the comms officer put the metadata up on screen. Right at the end was the date, in Star League Standard format.

8 October 3153

January 4 3052

Mired in the shadows of Mech Bay 1, a small cherry light glowed bright for a moment, before a breath of smoke exhaled forth. The figure holding the the cigarette glared at the empty space that once held a priceless Atlas II, as if trying to coax one last bit of wisdom from a ghost that wasn’t there.

She’d have had better luck asking the traitor Kell for a shiny new CO.

Rowan de la Rosa did not think of herself as a leader of anything more than a lance. She wasn’t a grand tactician, and her figting style of “jump on their mech and pummel them to death” was not the most condusive for leading a company. Never mind that the Neon Knights Mercenary Company barely numbered enough for a lance, get out of here with your reasonable counterpoints.

The ghost of Ronnie Blazko still hadn’t shown up, nor did Phelan Kell come through the airlock bearing gifts, but she did hear footseps echoing through the mech bay towards her. Each step coming toward her punctuated to Rowan just how empty the Union-class dropship was, until the new arrival stopped a respectful distance away. Or maybe they just didn’t appreciate the secondhand smoke.

Letting the silence drag on, Rowan continued her contemplation of the mech bay, not bothering to look up at her guest.

“What is it, Agata?”

“Ma’am, we’ve got new orders. We’re to rendezvous at Skandia for repairs and re-arming.”

Rowan turned to face her friend, looking down only slightly. Agata Rinsdóttir, veteran of almost as many campaigns as Rowan, and her new XO, stood at parade-perfect attention. Not a hair was out of place, and if there were a few more lines of stress on her face than before, well it was understandable. Everyone lost friends in the fighting on Satalice, but only Agata lost her home.

“Jesus Ag, you look like shit,” Rowan lied. “You know we’ll come back, right? Even if I gotta drag Babyface Steiner-Davion here by his cojones, we will come back. I promise you.”

Agata didn’t so much as twitch, but her expression darkened nontheless.

“Don’t, Row-Commander. Don’t promise me something out of your control. I don’t need your bullshit machismo right now.”

Rowan winced, and sighed. “Look, Ag, I’m sorry. I don’t- the only way I know how to comfort someone is to kick someone else’s ass for them, ja? I don’t mean to be an ass. And cut the formal shit. Consider that an order.”

Agata sighs. “I know, Rowan. You’re you, but you can be a bit much. Look, here’s the orders. Jumpship is already arranged for us, we just gotta dock. I already sent a copy of the orders on to Ignoble Steed, we’ll both be docking around the same time. Our ride’s an Invader, so it’ll just be us.”

Rowan frowns. “Bit weird not to fill the third collar.”

“Collar’s on the fritz, according to their captain. They took a couple of pot shots from some passing ASFs,” Agata shrugged, “but the drive was untouched and we’re pressed for time.”

“Thanks, XO. I’ll put the rest of my moping on hold. See you on the bridge.”

[alchemie-tarot]

Cold Moon Pick-A-Card: What is Coming To A Close In Your Life?

Here’s to the last full moon of 2022. She invites us to look back on everything that transpired this year, especially the events that had us face our shadows. Transformation can often take place in darkness. Know that it gets brighter from here. ✨🌕✨

Feel free to choose the pile/s that call out to you. Some details may not resonate with you since this is a general reading. As always, nothing is set in stone, so please don’t take it too seriously.

Extra: The Justice card was at the back of the deck before I started shuffling. When I was still warming up, shuffling without intention, Justice dropped from the deck. She is a general theme for the piles of this reading. She has our backs.

Extra (2): Featuring my photographic attempts to capture Miss Mama Moon.

Pile 1

Cards: King of Pentacles, 5 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles

Right away I see that this is about your work, or something you’re putting a lot of effort into. You’ve established yourself in this place, but lately it feels rigid, like there’s hardly any room to breathe. “No freedom” came to me quite strongly. This could be a lucrative pursuit you have lost your passion for. For others, it could also be something you pursued for the sake of financial stability and security, but now you feel that it’s time to move on to something you genuinely like and flourish in. 

There seem to be voices in your head pulling you in different directions, arguing with each other. For most, though, I feel that it’s more so from your surroundings that are affecting you than your thoughts. Has someone been disrupting your space lately? They seem to be driven by self-interest. Your environment could be tense and filled with clashing egos, or some of your peers are threatened by your power. Either way, they just mess up your vibe.

Take a deep breath, Pile 1. I see that whether you decide to stay or to choose another path, you’re in for a breath of fresh air. This crowd will close its chapter in your life, and new connections will come in. They will be nothing like your previous or current peers. Collaboration is valued at a spiritual level. They will see you as someone to invest in, and you will mirror this view towards them. 

They could be older or more experienced in the field that you choose. In fact, you’re likely to find a mentor in them. They will bring you to places you haven’t been, I feel. It’s really up to you where.

This is the speediest and most straightforward interpretation I’ve ever done for a pile so far. I feel like you will realize quickly when these people come around, or they will approach you right away.

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Pile 2

Cards: 9 of Swords, King of Pentacles, The Fool

Are you having a hard time getting some good sleep lately? Something seems to be keeping you awake or has been giving you unpleasant dreams. I could sense an almost tangible anxiety around this trauma. I believe it’s related to money or something material that’s important to your security. 

Some of you may have been carrying a responsibility like this on your shoulders quite early on in your life, and it has taken its toll on you. For a few, I feel the energy of someone stern who may hold some power over you in your career or, again, in relation to money. It’s like they’ve been blocking you from getting any kind of breather.

Putting my arm around you, Pile 2. These things are not easy to navigate at all. I hope I can ease your worries somehow, since this reading is about things in your life that are coming to an end. 

The big break you’ve been waiting for is not so far from your horizon. It will feel like the brightest of new beginnings. Seriously, you’re moving from the bleak darkness of worry that never seemed to end, and into broad daylight where you can see the land across you for miles. Your burdens would be made light and, perhaps for the first time in a long time, you’ll be able to throw your cares in the air and think about yourself. 

I feel the need to add: when I shuffled for this pile, the first card deliberately slipped out of the deck without falling. It took me a few seconds to decide if I was going to get it. The same happened with the rest of the cards. I felt unsure even in the order I was going to lay them on. This new beginning may unfold slowly and you may find yourself going from hopeful to fearful, back and forth, worrying if things are on the right track.

Please take it easy on yourself and know that it’s normal to have moments of doubt especially after you’ve been through a heavy situation. Every little glimmer of hope contributes to the new foundation you’re making. You will get there. 

When you do, you will feel like a child. What felt like years of torment will gradually return to you in the form of healing. Instead of a mountain to climb, your next step will feel like the start of an adventure.

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Pile 3

Cards: 2 of Cups, 3 of Pentacles, Knight of Swords

Okay, I feel like you have already got a lot of abundance in your hands. I see that you’re quite gratified within a relationship or a kind of partnership that’s close to your heart. You’re busy with projects you enjoy working on, with people who admire and trust your abilities in your team. You’re surrounded by energies who lift you up and encourage you to be productive.

Not gonna lie, this is not the kind of scenario I expected to see in a reading about something coming to a close in your life. These three cards came all together and I had a distinct sense to order them this way. I was dumbfounded at first glance. At the same time, I don’t feel like it necessarily means that your auspicious situation will come to an end. Fortunately, the third card explains what’s on its way to you.

The Knight of Swords is all about independence. There is an opportunity for you to experience going solo. It’s more of putting some distance between you and your tribe in order to be in your own space for a while, rather than cutting ties with them.

A swift change seems to be on the way that needs you to be quick on your feet. An emphasis for you to make your own decisions. Maybe you’ve been relying a bit too much on your circle? Yes, they make you feel safe, but there’s a sense of being oblivious to the consequences of certain actions when you’re only taking account of the blissful feelings.

Again, I don’t necessarily think that what brings you joy is about to be stripped from you. This may just be a way to test your tenacity and dedication about something. It involves a lot of your inner strength. You may come face to face with your priorities. Regardless, only you can say what is meant for you deep down. Hold on to that.

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Pile 4

Cards: 6 of Wands, 6 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands Rx, 10 of Cups

An extra card jumped out. What are the odds that a pair of Sixes and then a pair of Tens came out? That’s pretty cool.

Being generous comes naturally to you. You share what you can to people in need and these people really look up to you. This admiration makes you feel good about yourself and you take pride in being able to help others. It’s like a part of your identity now and because of that, you may think you have peaked at this position. There’s a feeling of wanting to give and give on behalf of everybody. Because of the little attention you genuinely turn to yourself, you may be on the brink of burnout without knowing it. You could even be denying it.

You’re not solely a giver, Pile 4. There is no need for you to prove this about yourself over and over. We already know it. You need to refocus because I feel like you’re having a problem disengaging from this role. If you persist in this mindset, it will end up doing more harm than good. It’s safe for you to express how you truly feel. It’s okay to acknowledge that you need support, too.

All the noble deeds you have done will return to you tenfold. True, stable, and long-term harmony in all fields awaits you. You care so much for others, but now you need to be open to receive. The people you have lent a hand to would happily return the favour. Letting this go will help your innate abundance spread more evenly to everyone– and yes, that includes you, too. You deserve it most of all.

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[write4tomorrow]

Chapter 5: The Best Lies 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x CIA Agent!Reader

Summary: During the training with Maverick for the mission, the pilots must also complete “hostile condition” training with a CIA interrogator (reader). Hangman thinks this type of training is a waste of time until the reader exposes him. Enemies to Lovers. 

Genre: Adventure / Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Epilogue (Complete)

 You swirled your drink and leaned back in your seat. It had been a difficult few weeks. 

The pilots that took your training seriously were doing well, but you knew that Maverick’s training was what mattered. The flying had taken it’s toll on several of the pilots and everyone was stressed about leaving for the aircraft carrier tomorrow. Tonight, you decided to leave the base early and went to The Hard Deck by yourself. Your beer tasted bitter in your mouth and you wondered if it would be easier or harder if you spent the night in the company of the Top Gun pilots. 

Despite your best efforts and your admittedly cold demeanor, you had become too close to all of the pilots. Rooster and Phoenix were probably your closest friends in the world, but you knew that they were the best pilots. You wouldn’t be surprised if Maverick chose them as part of the assault team. But even the other pilots had become your friends. Bob was the best karaoke partner; Fanboy always knew the punchline to the joke before you told it; Coyote never said no to a game of cards; Harvard and Yale taught you how to actually play Dogfight Football; and Hangman…

You two didn’t speak for almost a week. Almost. 

A week ago today you beat him in the interrogation game at The Hard Deck. Some of the pilots were still poking fun at his loss. You were glad to win the interrogation game, but you hadn’t heard his taunting voice in days. He was avoiding you like oil on water. At first you didn’t mind, but as you continued to listen to the Dogfights over the radio, you kept an ear out for his voice specifically. And as you did, you began to notice little things. 

The first time you noticed something was during a dogfight with Harvard, Yale, and Hangman. Predictably, Hangman left to chase down Maverick. But as he talked over the headset, you heard him almost methodically whispering lyrics. You had to really listen, but they were the lyrics to your favorite song. Thankfully you were alone, listening to the dogfight over a personal radio from the comfort of your room, but you hummed along to the melody. Rooster had played it the night before at The Hard Deck and you practically screamed the lyrics in the middle of the bar. Did Hangman hear that? If he was there, you didn’t notice him. 

The fourth time you noticed something strange was when Hangman, in the middle of a dogfight with Maverick, asked, “Hey Mav, why’d you never get married?”

“Sometimes I wish I did,” Maverick answered, “is this a new tactic? Try to distract me over the headset?”

“Was there ever a girl you could see yourself with?” Hangman pushed. 

“Hangman, why are you asking?” Maverick asked after a moment. 

“I’ve just been thinking about it…” was all Hangman said. 

The most recent time you noticed something was going on with Hangman happened when he tried to fly through the simulated valley for the first time. You were in the rec room with most of the other pilots, trying not to be impressed by Hangman’s flying. He was staying below the 100 foot hardeck and swerved left and right to avoid being targeted by the surface to air missiles. This was the fourth time he had flown this track. He was even beating his personal record while avoiding the SAM’s.

Coyote and Fanboy were having trouble keeping up. 

“Damn, Hangman, what’s got you flying so fast?” Fanboy’s strained voice came over the radio. 

“I’ve got a lot to lose,” Hangman answered. You rolled your eyes and heard Coyote give a small chuckle. 

“The ego,” you mouthed to Rooster. 

“Nothing can compare to a man in love,” Coyote said over the headset. Hangman just scoffed but you froze where you were standing. Rooster turned to you then and he looked as confused as you felt. Rooster raised his hands and shrugged, he didn’t know what it was about either. But you were eerily aware of the other pilots in the rec room with you. All of you had been listening to the radio but now a few people’s attention shifted towards you. 

But none of that compared to the fight you had with Hangman just hours ago. You were playing a game of cards with Coyote in the rec room. There were some other pilots around, but it was a game of poker and only you and Coyote were left in the game. Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob were looking over your shoulder while Payback was hovering next to Coyote. 

“Hey, Coyote,” you said slowly, “What was up with Hangman the other day?”

“What do you mean?” Coyote said. He was looking at you over the top of his cards. You knew you shouldn’t pry, but the pilots were leaving for the mission tomorrow. This may be your last chance to find out. Luckily, Phoenix knew where this conversation was going. 

“You said Hangman was in love,” Phoenix answered. You watched Coyote’s eyes dart back towards his playing cards. Payback turned a nervous expression toward Coyote. 

“It’s someone we know,” you whispered. After watching these pilots for weeks, you knew their ticks and tells. Coyote was trying to hide something from you and Payback knew what it was. 

“Look, it’s probably not even that serious,” Payback said, trying to cover for Coyote. 

“What do you know?” Rooster asked. You leaned forward in your chair, watching the two pilots in front of you. Neither of them spoke. Knowing the power of silence, you let the quietness become louder. 

“Hey, y/n,” Bob muttered from behind you. Remaining silent, you chose to ignore him. You heard Phoenix shush him until… 

“y/n,” Phoenix said. You heard something hesitant in her voice. You let out a breath and turned around to face Bob and Phoenix. But they weren’t looking at you. They turned toward the doorway of the rec room and you were surprised to see that even Rooster was looking that way. And when you realized why, you understood Phoenix's tone. 

“Let’s talk in my office,” Cyclone said. He was standing in the doorway, awkwardly nodding at the other top gun pilots in the room. You nodded and tossed your cards down on the table and Coyote groaned. 

“I should have called your bluff, Ice Queen,” he said with a smile. “I would have won.” You laughed with him and gave Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster a comforting look. 

“See if you can find out anything else about Hangman,” you instructed. They all nodded and you followed your father out of the rec room. 

The meeting with your dad was short. He asked how you were doing, how the pilots were, what you thought of the mission tomorrow, and if there was anyone you would recommend to sit out of the mission. 

“Halo might be a weak link,” you confessed, “but everyone else - at least everyone that has been attending my classes - seems to be eligible for the mission.” Your dad nodded at your words. 

“You’re still planning on going with us to the aircraft carrier tomorrow?” Your father leveled you with a look. You only nodded. There was something else going on and you could tell that your father wasn’t telling you something. 

“It may not be a good idea,” Cyclone finally said. You felt your eyebrows pull together but patiently waited for an explanation. Cyclone ran a hand over his hair and continued: “I’ve noticed that you… distract some of the pilots. You’re attached to them. You wear your heart on your sleeve.” 

“Are you kidding,” you laughed, “they call me Ice Queen. I don’t think I’m wearing anything on my sleeve.”

“You care about them,” Cyclone said. He let a small smile creep over his face as he looked at you. “You get it from your mother, you know.” 

“I’m going to the aircraft carrier tomorrow and I plan on being in that control room during the mission,” you said but then added, “sir.” Your father locked eyes with you for a moment and he eventually nodded. He looked out the window and sighed. The sun was still above the horizon but it was quickly setting. 

“I think you distract the pilots but you also motivate them. Mav agrees. It’s no secret the effect you have on them. Sometimes Mav can’t get through to them but you can. The way you talk to Pheonix and Bob, your relationship with Rooster, Coyote, Hangman-”

“Hangman?” You interrupted. Your father only raised one eyebrow in your direction. There was something about the look coming from your father that made your neck feel warm. Were you blushing?

“We’re leaving the base at 0600 tomorrow. Be ready.” Cyclone said, dismissing you. Gladly, you left his office and made your way to the rec room. But something was wrong. There were shouts coming from the rec room and you knew those voices. 

You began running down the hall and could tell that Rooster was arguing with someone. It took a lot to get Rooster to that level of rage and you knew that it couldn’t be good. Where were Pheonix? Bob? What happened? 

“It’s none of your business what I think of y/n or who I talk to about her.” 

You stopped in your tracks. You were only a few steps from the doorway and you knew that voice too well. Hangman. Something about hearing him speak in person for the first time in a week startled you. It made you take a step toward the door but quickly stopped as Hangman spoke again. 

“This is none of your business,” he continued. Before you could do anything, he walked out of the room and into the hall. He froze as he looked up to find you. Rooster, Coyote, Bob, and Phoenix hurried out but Hangman didn’t look away from your face. Instead, he let his cocky facade slide into place. 

“We’ll if it isn’t the Ice Queen herself.” Hangman slid his hands into his pockets as you walked toward him. Your steps were quick, decisive. No one spoke as you planted yourself less than a foot away from Hangman, glaring up at him. 

“Are you going to break your vow of silence, sweetheart?” Hangman taunted. You mentally kicked yourself, wondering how you could ever miss his voice. 

“Lieutenant, what is your problem?” You set your jaw and stared at him. A shadow fell over his face as he leaned in. His breath danced across your face. 

“You,” he answered. He pushed past you and his footsteps echoed in the long hallway. You were left looking at your friends’ faces. Coyote gave you an apologetic look before he left to catch up with Hangman. 

“He requested that you stay here at Top Gun tomorrow rather than join Cyclone, Warlock and Holdo in the command room.” Phoenix said. You blinked a few times. So that was why your father had wanted to talk to you. But if Hangman didn’t want you there…

“Where are you going?” Rooster asked as you began walking away. You weren’t sure where you were going but your body pushed you to move in the opposite direction of Hangman. Tears pricked your eyes and your breath was coming in small bursts. Rooster and Bob made an attempt to follow you, but Phoenix held them back. 

You were so distraught that you walked most of the way to The Hard Deck before you even knew what you were doing. By a stroke of luck, Penny had found you walking in that direction. She was driving into work and knew something was wrong by the look on your face. Without asking any questions, Penny chauffeured you the rest of the way and poured a drink for you when you arrived. You sat in a small corner, watching the other patrons in the bar slowly trickle in as the night continued. The beer in your hand had become room temperature, but you didn’t care as it swirled around in the glass. 

After an hour or so of swirling your drink, a couple of bodies appeared at your table. Wordlessly, a few of the Top Gun pilots took a seat, giving you warm smiles. Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, even Payback and Fanboy pulled up chairs. You didn’t have to fake your joy when you looked at each of them. 

“If every single one of you doesn’t make it back from the mission tomorrow,” your voice broke as you spoke, “I’ll kill all of you.” 

The pilots around you laughed and began doing their best to cheer you up. Unknown to you, Hangman watched from across the room.

Hangman and Coyote looked on as their friends slowly cheered you up at the opposite end of the bar. Hangman could tell you had been crying and something in his chest ached when he saw your face. He understood why Coyote had forced him to come. 

“Don’t do this to her,” Coyote said in a low voice, “don’t do this to yourself, man.” Hangman’s eyes were glued to you but he nodded at Coyote’s words. 

Hangman’s mouth went dry as Rooster took your hand and pulled you up from the table. The pilots cheered as your face split into a genuine grin. You and Rooster began dancing to whatever the jukebox was playing. Arms flailing, head shaking, and lips grinning, you looked like the cunning girl he had beat at pool so many weeks ago. 

“Just look at yourself, Hangman,” Coyote chided. Hangman turned his attention to his friend and was surprised to find himself smiling. Hangman gave his friend a good natured shove and walked toward you. 

“Ice Queen!” Hangman bellowed. Almost every head in the bar turned his way, including yours. The smile on your face slipped and Rooster took a small step in front of you. That didn’t stop Hangman from giving you an award winning smile. 

“I have a bone to pick with you.” Hangman stopped just a few feet in front of you. Being this close meant that he could see how your eyes were still a little puffy from earlier tears. Hangman cursed himself but carried on. 

“Please,” he held out his hand toward you. It took great effort, but he let his face soften. He tried to lay himself bare in front of you with just a look. And as he watched your face, he knew you saw something on his own. Of course, that didn’t mean you weren’t skeptical. You placed your hand in his, but didn’t budge. Instead, your eyes narrowed, waiting for him to make the next move. 

“Convince me to listen,” was all you said. Hangman rolled his eyes.

“Why can’t you just make this easy, y/n?” Hangman closed his hand around yours and pulled hard enough to make you stumble forward. Using your momentum, Hangman threw you over his shoulder and turned to leave. He saw Rooster, as well as a handful of other pilots, move to defend you, but Coyote stepped in their path. Hangman didn’t know what his friend said to the others, but they didn’t follow him as he carried you out of the bar. Rooster didn’t even make an attempt to follow you outside. 

“Hangman! Hey, Lieutenant! Lieutenant Seresin. Stop!” You were hitting Hangman’s back which only made him tighten his grip around your legs. He didn’t stop until he stood on the dark beach, a few meters away from The Hard Deck. 

“Lieutenant, put me down-” you huffed, still struggling. 

“Say my name,” Hangman said in a low voice. He felt you still in his arms. He couldn’t see your face but he knew you understood what he wanted. After a moment of silence from you, Hangman gave your ass a hard flick. You began to swear.

“C’mon,” Hangman said, “just let me hear you say my name and I’ll put you down.” 

“Jake Seresin, put me down now,” you said through gritted teeth. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Gently, he allowed you to slide off of his shoulder. He kept a grip on you until he was sure you had found your footing in the sand. He watched you then, your face lit by the distant lights from the bar. You looked furious. 

“Look, I know-” Hangman didn’t get a chance to finish. With all your might, you punched Hangman’s gut. He doubled over, trying to catch his breath. Still, he was a little satisfied to see you shake out your fist. 

“Are you kidding,” you wheezed, clutching your hand, “Why is your stomach so… so hard?” 

“No one has ever complained about how hard I am,” Hangman said with a pained laugh. You moved to punch him again, but Hangman had learned his lesson. He caught your fist as it sailed through open air. You pulled back but Hangman didn’t let go of your wrist. Instead, your breath caught as Hangman pulled your hand to his chest and he began to gently massage your palm and knuckles. 

“Did you hurt your hand?” Hangman asked with a fake pout. 

“What do you want, Lieutenant?” You glared up at the pilot. 

“I want to talk to you. Can I do that? Will you just listen, for once?” Hangman’s voice sounded frustrated but void of it’s usual bravado. You watched his face for a moment, wondering where this was going. You wanted to release your frustration. You wanted to punch him again. It would hurt, but it felt good to let your feelings out like that. 

The way Hangman was holding your hand  also felt good. 

“As long as you don’t stop doing that,” you finally answered.

“Yes ma’am,” Hangman grinned. 

“And if this is going to be a long conversation, I’d rather sit.” You quickly added. Hangman nodded and pulled you down into the chilly sand. You sat across from him and you had to lean forward for Hangman to keep massaging your palm. Your legs were crossed and so were his. Your knees were resting against his crossed legs. 

It wasn’t a comfortable way to sit and he noticed. Wordlessly, Hangman moved closer. He lifted his legs and placed them on either side of you so that they rested over your folded legs and his feet stuck out behind you. He silently raised an eyebrow asking if it was okay. You gave him a little nod. 

“You distract me-” Hangman began.

“So you had to go tell my dad?” You interrupted. 

“You said you’d listen.” Hangman glared. You apologized and motioned with your free hand for him to continue. 

“I think I hate you,” Hangman said, but he continued to speak before you could interrupt again, “You - and I cannot stress this enough - make my head hurt. Like the worst headache I've ever had. You’re just always… Something about you and that smart mouth of yours brings out the worst in me and it makes me want to be better. I don’t know what it is, Ice Queen, but you make me grind my teeth and for the first time in my life, when I’m up there, all I can think about is coming back down. I want to come find you in the rec room playing cards with Coyote and I want to go to The Hard Deck and see you singing with Rooster and Phoenix. I want to be the one dancing with you and I want to show you that I can spin you around better than anyone else in the whole bar. And even when I’m up in the air, I just… I know you’re listening and want to talk to you. And I hate it, y/n.” 

You didn’t know when it happened, but at some point Hangman stopped massaging your hand. You sat, facing the arrogant pilot, one of your hands was held in both of his while your other hand lazily rested on his thigh. 

“Oh, now you’re silent?” Hangman let out a nervous laugh. “I think you’re clever and I also think that makes you dangerous. And sometimes I want to take you down a notch because I know you can take me down.” Hangman seemed to be looking everywhere but your face. He kept your hand close to his chest and you tried to find something to say.  

“But all I really want is your attention,” Hangman glanced up at you, meeting your gaze. “and I hate you for ignoring me. I hate you for making me watch Rooster sing with you. I hate you because you like hanging out with Phoenix and Coyote and even Bob more than you like seeing me. And I hate watching you smile at everyone but me. And I just hate myself because…” Hangman’s voice broke then. He looked down at his hands, still clutching your own. 

“I hate you.” Your voice sounded so distant. The crashing waves behind you were loud but all you could hear was your heart beating in your chest. 

You and Hangman looked at one another. Neither of you spoke and you used your free hand to touch his cheek. You felt little grains of sand on his skin. His eyes never left your face as you wiped away some of the sand. 

“Say it again,” Hangman demanded. His voice was different now and you liked the way his face moved under your touch. 

“I hate you, Jake,” you said. Hangman inhaled and something in you felt unbelievably fragile like a glass box teetering on the edge of a high shelf. 

“I hate you and I hate the idea that you...” You had to take a deep breath to fight the lump in your throat, “I hate that I don’t know if you’re going to make it back from the mission, tomorrow. And if you don’t, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this… hate.” 

“Well if that’s your concern, worry no more, Ice Queen,” Hangman said, bringing some of his bravado back, “rest assured, I’m the best. And I’m coming back tomorrow.” You rolled your eyes and laughed. Pulling your hands away from Hangman, you moved to swat his chest. He caught your wrist for the second time that night and, very slowly, brought your open palm to his lips. 

You told yourself to pull away. You told yourself this was a bad idea. But feeling Hangman’s lips against your palm pushed all thoughts out of your head. 

“Tell me you hate me again,” Hangman said, “you tell the best lies.” 

“Tomorrow, when you come back from the mission.” You promised. There was a challenge in your voice and you felt your familiar grin return to your face.  

“C’mon, Ice Queen,” Hangman said in a plaintive voice, “hate me tonight. Hate me now.” 

“Tomorrow,” you insisted. “when you’re back - safe and sound - I’ll hate you then.” Hangman raised an eyebrow, a little gleam beginning to show in his eyes. He took both of your hands in his.

“Tomorrow,” he began, “when I come back as the hero of the day, you and I are going to play your interrogation game by my rules. You’re going to answer all of my questions - no lies.”

“And you’ll answer my questions, too?” You asked. Hangman nodded and pulled you to your feet. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Hangman said, looping your arm around his. The two of you began walking toward The Hard Deck. You could see Rooster and Phoenix dancing with one another. Bob laughed with the other pilots around the pool table. And then you turned to glance up at Hangman. His eyes were already on you, an unreadable expression on his face. Thinking about what might happen tomorrow made your chest feel empty. So, if you held Hangman’s arm a little tighter or pressed yourself a little more against his side, you told yourself that it was better to enjoy it now than to regret it later. 

“Where are we going, Lieutenant?” You asked, turning away and hoping your blush wasn’t evident. He was leading you around The Hard Deck rather than back towards the entrance. 

“I’m driving you home,” He said with a shrug, “On the ride back, you can tell me more about our date tomorrow.”

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧

Part 2

Pairing: Druig x (female) Mortal!Reader

Summary: just more porn with minimal plot. Druig invites you to his cabin for round two...

Warnings: smut, pwp, thigh riding, penetrative sex (m+f), rough sex, choking, dirty talk, sight praise kink, Dom!Druig, slight corruption kink, slight dumbification, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, squirting, minors DNI

A/N: plot? I don’t know her😌 lmao my loves as requested, here is part two of Come to My Cabin. There is literally no real plot here so it’s not necessary to read part one to enjoy this but it’s still a fun read and I’d super appreciate your support by showing love for both parts🖤✨hope you like it!!

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It had only been days since the encounter with Druig in his cabin. Mere days and yet it had felt like a lifetime. Since that day you hadn’t seen Druig once, not even just in passing around the compound. It was no as if he was deliberately avoiding you. You couldn’t help the small twinge of pain that went through your chest at the thought.

You were just walking up the steps to your own cabin ready to head in for the night when you suddenly felt that all too familiar feeling of being watched. You feel your stomach knot with butterflies as you turn slightly to see Druig standing on the decking of his own cabin, watching just as he always had.

You hear that simple command ring in your mind once again. Come to my cabin. You can feel the smirk in his voice as it caresses your mind.

You turn on your heels slowly and attempt to walk towards his cabin as casually as possible. No one else was around at the moment to question what you were doing heading to the leader’s cabin so late, but still, you didn’t want to appear too eager.

Same as last time Druig doesn't wait for you and instead disappears back into his cabin before you even step foot on the decking. You follow the same path as last time, stepping through the other rooms until you reached the bedroom.

The room is dark, lit only by a few candles that were scattered around. You step into the room only to find it empty. Your eyebrows crease in confusion, a slight disappointment settling in your chest. That is until you hear his voice ring through your head once again.

Back again for more babygirl? His voice teases. I know you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me since last time. Still touching yourself almost every night at the thought of me.

You feel yourself blush furiously. You knew he knew that already from last time but his rubbing it in made your cheeks warm. You can feel his deep chuckle ring through your head.

What if I told you I’d been thinking about you too? He carries on smoothly. I’ve been thinking about that mouth of yours around my dick for days. My hand just isn’t doing the job anymore. He sounds frustrated, almost angry at the thought.

You suddenly feel a body press flush against you from behind. One arm wraps around your waist, locking you in a vice-like grip. Another arm reaches around you, snaking up your chest, between the valley of your breasts, to finally wrap around your throat, keeping you locked in place. You feel hot breath on the shell of ear as Druig just about brushes his lips against your skin.

“You’ve got me insatiable sweetheart” Druig growls into your ear, gripping your throat even tighter, giving it a quick squeeze. “I’ve tried to stay away from you but I just can’t seem to do it. I’ve been thinking about that pretty cunt of yours ever since that day. Imagining what it would feel like to be inside you, to have you clenching around me. Now I’m not gonna imagine anymore. I’m gonna find out exactly what you feel like around my cock” he snarls.

The wetness between your legs grows with every word he speaks into your ear. You can’t help the whine that escapes you in response, your thighs rubbing together in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. You feel his chest rumble against your back with a chuckle.

“There’s no need for that sweetheart” he says as he tucks one leg through yours, kicking outwards so you’re forced to stand with your legs spread, your ass pushing back into Druig’s groin. “I got you” he whispers hotly into your ear.

The hand around your neck stays firmly in place. His other hand, however, begins to travel down your waist, dipping underneath the waistband of your trousers. His hands skim your lower belly, dragging down lower until he dips his fingers underneath the fabric of your underwear. His head dips now, his lips finding their way to the curve of skin where your neck meets your shoulder. You whine lightly and rut backwards into his crotch involuntarily when his fingers brush against your clit. You feel him smirk against your neck. He starts to move his fingers slowly, gathering the wetness already leaking from your entrance before moving his fingers back to your clit, beginning a circling motion. You whine again and let your head roll to the side, granting Druig’s lips better access to your neck. His light kisses are replaced by light nipping, the gentle scraping of his teeth against your flesh.

His lips move up and down your neck, biting and sucking every inch of your skin that he can reach, ensuring to leave as many marks as possible. All the while his fingers continue to circle your clit, slowly starting to build a faster pace as you begin to rut against his hand, frantic for more pressure.

“So desperate for my touch hmm” he mocks you, biting down and pulling on your earlobe. You groan at the pain, his bite sending another wave of arousal straight to your cunt. You can feel his cocky grin against your neck as he starts to pick up the pace even further, circling your clit faster, harder.

Your hands are holding onto the forearm of his arm that’s still wrapped around your neck, keeping yourself upright as your legs start to feel weak, your thighs trembling. He can feel you’re starting to get close so he tightens the hand around your throat, squeezing your neck. A strangled moan escapes you as you struggle to keep yourself upright, your head dizzy, your legs weak.

You can feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Druig’s fingers on your clit, his hand around your neck, his lips and teeth against your skin, your head spinning. You arch your back, pushing your pussy harder against Druig’s fingers as you finally feel the wave of pleasure break and wash over you. Druig releases his hold on your throat just in time for oxygen to reenter your body as you climax, just adding to the incredible sensation of cumming over Druig’s fingers. You can hear a groan from behind you, Druig's mouth hanging open in a smug smile against your ear.

Druig is relentless with his hand though. He continues his fast pace on your clit even as you cum, dragging out your orgasm. Your body convulses against him as your clit becomes sensitive, his touch becoming almost unbearable. You grab his wrist, stopping his movements as you breathe heavy, slouching into his chest to keep yourself upright. He doesn’t stop immediately, just slows his circles, bringing you slowly down from your high, extracting every last drop of pleasure your body had to offer.

“Much better than your own hand hmm?” he hums into your ear as he finally retreats his hand from your underwear, returning his grip to around your waist. Your mind and body are still reeling from your orgasm, too wrapped up in your state of bliss to coherently provide an answer. Druig’s hand around your neck suddenly moves to harshly grip your jaw, his fingers digging roughly into your cheeks.

“I said, that was much better than your own hand hmm?” he snarls. You whimper slightly at the pain in you jaw, nodding in response.

“Yes” you manage to squeak. You hear his satisfied ‘hmm’ behind you.

Druig suddenly tightens his arm around your waist, lifting you up slightly. He spins you around until you’re facing his desk. He’s then pushing you down, bending you over until your face hits the desk. He harshly yanks your trousers and underwear down your legs before kicking your legs apart again, leaving you bared to him.

“Ah there she is, that sight that I so sorely missed” he coos as he runs a hand through your folds again, placing a quick slap to your sensitive clit as he goes. You gasp loudly at the sharp contact. He removes his hand, instead placing both hands on either one of your thighs. He spreads you even wider as you feel one of his legs situate itself between yours. Druig rests his knee on the desk just where you’re bent over, his thigh sitting just underneath your exposed cunt.

“Why don’t you ride my thigh, sweetheart? Since you’re clearly so desperate for more” he taunts. He grabs your hips and pulls you back slightly, angling you so your dripping pussy hits his clothed thigh. The contact makes you moan again. You hear a groan leave Druig as he starts to move your hips, making you grind into his thigh. It doesn’t take you long to find a rhythm by yourself, pushing your hips downwards to extract as much friction as you could. You hold onto the desk, steadying yourself as you continue to rut against Druig’s leg, a sweet burn building in your core again. Your pace begins to quicken as you feel the heat burn in your aching pussy, your breath quickening to match your movements.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Druig groans behind you. “You’re doing so well."

His words encourage you further, your pace quickening even more. You’re rocking against him as fast as you can, your clit dragging across the fabric of his trousers. You can feel his thigh muscles flexing as he keeps his leg propped up against the table. You move to lean over forward even more, lifting your ass and pushing your clit harder into his thigh. This new angle provides even more friction for your clit but leaves your entrance in the air again, exposed.

“Fuck” you hear Druig moan behind you, another deep groan escaping him. You suddenly feel his fingers playing with your entrance, circling around your hole. You moan loudly, pushing yourself backwards against his fingers.

“How am I supposed to not play with your pretty cunt when you offer it up so nicely to me hmm?” he hums, lust dripping from his voice. An ecstatic moan erupts from your lips as you feel one, then two, of his fingers finally enter you. You push back against his hand, getting his fingers as deep as possible inside you. Your back arches at the sensations, your head thrown back in ecstasy. Druig takes the opportunity to fist his other hand in your hair, twisting harshly. You gasp in pain but Druig holds you in place. The new position is uncomfortable for your neck and back but you can’t deny how good it feels, pushing your clit harder against his leg. You rock a few more times, your pace faltering, as you feel the fire inside your belly erupt. You cum again, your pussy clenching around Druig’s fingers, your clit throbbing and raw.

“That’s it” Druig praises you. “Good girl."

You’re a ragged mess, your chest heaving against the desk uncomfortably as you try to calm your breathing. But Druig gives you no such break. He jerks his leg underneath you, brushing over your extremely sensitive clit once more. You shudder, your body involuntarily jolting away from the touch, the sensation too much for your body in the moment. He just chuckles cockily as he finally releases your hair and drops his leg from between yours, pulling his fingers out of you as he does so. You slump against the desk, your legs weak and shaking, the desk the only thing keeping your from slipping to the floor.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet sweetheart.” He leans over the top of you until his mouth is at your ear again. “Because we’re not even close” he growls, his hand snaking around your throat again. He pulls you up by your neck, pulling you tight against him again.

“Lie on the bed. Face down” he instructs, his voice unbearably deep all of a sudden. The final two words are spoken so sternly you know there’s no room for argument.

“And strip the remains of your clothing” he says as he releases your neck, pushing you forward. You step forward on shaky legs, pulling your shirt off you as you go. You toss it to the floor where your trousers and underwear are lying. You reach the edge of the bed and crawl onto it, lying on your front, your ass exposed in the air. You bend your neck so you can look behind you. You see Druig drinking the sight of you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He grabs the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off him in one swift movement. He walks towards the edge of the bed, stopping just to pull his trousers and underwear off. As you finally gaze upon his painfully hard and leaking cock another moan leaves your lips, your back arching again, pushing your ass further into the air. You can feel how smug he is from behind, seeing you completely wrecked before him, a mewling mess. And he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He crawls over you, his chest pushed against your back. His one leg slots between yours, once again forcing your legs open beneath him. You can feel his hardened cock against your inner thigh and you can’t help but grind into it. Druig moans at the slight friction you’re providing him.

“So impatient” you hear him taunt. He supports himself with one arm above you, his other hand going to grab his aching cock. You feel him slide his tip along your slit, gathering the wetness from where you’d already cum twice. You shiver as the head of his cock brushes over your raw and sensitive clit.

Druig kisses your back suddenly, his lips featherlight and soft. You’re taken aback slightly by the sudden tenderness of the gesture. He keeps his lips peppering your back as finally sinks into you, the most sinful moan leaving Druig as you envelope him with your cunt. He sinks into you slowly and doesn’t stop until he’s slotted to the hilt inside you. You both moan in sync, your bodies finally connecting in the way you’d been fantasising for months. You can feel his heavy breath on your back as he takes a second to steady himself.

Druig starts his rhythm slow, just like when he was massaging you clit, working to slowly build up a pace. His pace is deliberate, pushing himself as deep inside you as possible with every thrust. He pushes down into you with each thrust, so deep it’s almost like you can feel the head of his dick pushing out into your stomach.

He begins to pick up his pace, slamming into you harder and faster. His one hand still holding himself up whilst the other kneads into your ass cheek roughly, pinching your skin. He continues to roll your cheek in his hand, spreading you wider. He’s now longer peppering your skin with kisses, instead returning to his earlier actions of nipping you with his teeth, leaving even more marks across your body. He chuckles as you moan loudly, gasps escaping you with each thrust of his hips.

“You like that? That feel good sweetheart?” He taunts you, smugness dripping from his voice. “You like being fucked by your leader?” You simply mewl in response. He laughs again.

“What would all the other villagers say if they knew you were here getting absolutely wrecked by me, huh? What would they think about you going dumb over my cock inside you?” He pants as he continues to slam into you. You really are too fucked out to even respond so you just moan loudly, your mind only comprehending the feeling of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again.

“The good girl of the village, so bad behind closed doors huh?" He’s fucking into you so hard you’re seeing stars. His ruthless pace and your two previous climaxes making you feel almost weak, you cunt and clit both throbbing from the overstimulation.

Druig shows no mercy as the hand that was previously on your ass moves around until it’s tucked between the mattress and your lower belly. You know where this is going and you’re not sure your clit can take anymore.

“Druig please” you whimper as he slides his hand down, his fingers once again brushing over your clit. You flinch at the contact, your cunt convulsing around him. You’re a whimpering mess, a tear slipping from your eye as he ruthlessly pounds into you whilst beginning to circle your clit again. His circles matching his incredible thrusting pace.

“Come on baby, I know you can take it” he says slightly gentler now. “You’re doing so well” he groans above you, firmly keeping his fingers in place. Your hands are fisted into duvet, clinging on for dear life.

“Fuck you feel so good” Druig pants in your ear. “So tight for me. Ugh. You feel even better than I imagined” he hisses, a small stutter in his pace as he speaks. You know he’s close. You’re close too but you’re almost scared to cum again, thinking you might actually just implode from the amount of pleasure Druig was building inside you.

“Uh shit” your groans are muffled as you bury your face in the mattress below you.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” you cry as your third climax washes over you, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably. Druig’s name is a strangled prayer on your lips as you clench around him whilst he carries on pounding into you. His pace only faltering slightly upon hearing his name in your mouth. It only seems to encourage him further as he mercilessly continues to rub your clit and pound into you. Your orgasm stretches out, a sharper sensation pinching in your clenching cunt. You moan helplessly as you feel yourself gush around Druig’s cock, soaking the bed beneath you.

“Ugh fuck. Yes. That’s it babygirl” you hear Druig groan as he bites hard into your shoulder. Your pulsating cunt grips him like a vice, finally milking an orgasm from him. His hips falter, his pace becoming sloppy and stuttered as he fills you with his cum. He stays for a minute, keeping you pinned to the bed. His breath still hot on your back as he recovers his breathing.

He then finally pulls out of you, flopping onto his back next to you in the bed. You flinch at the movement as he pulls out of you. You can feel the wet patch between your thighs on the bed, Druig’s cum leaking out of your pussy along with your own juices. You’re completely spent out, your pussy and clit almost sore with how sensitive they were.

Both of your chests are heaving as you come down from your highs. You turn your head to look at him. He’s staring at the ceiling, one hand tracing a pattern on his bare chest, a wicked grin on his face.

“We might have to make this a more frequent occurrence, sweetheart” he quips cockily. “My hand will never be good enough again.”

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You guys have no idea how much Azul’s new SSR means to me.

There are things I’m going to be losing from this. Obviously, I’m going to see my gem and key count dwindle because I have no idea if I’m going to be lucky tomorrow. I have exams next week, and this event is going to really affect my concentration horribly. I really can’t afford to not get low scores on these exams since my grades are horrible.

But this card… It’s everything that I’ve been dreaming of for the past two years.

I’ve gone through two whole years of eating crumbs, and maybe that sounds entitled since Azul got his story and SSR really early on. But it’s because his story was concluded really early on that afterwards, I don’t get to hear much from him. I really only look forward to February, I have to seek food about him from other characters (especially from Jade and Floyd), I have to feed myself every day with my own thoughts. Some days, I’ve considered on looking for new fandoms to join because I’ve gotten bored of even myself. But I still stay because of two things: (1) I have friends who still love this game very much, and (2) Azul means so much to me that it’s enough of a reason to stay.

And now, here we have him. A beautiful SSR in the most gorgeous outfit. There are so many things I want to say about this card because it is every single fantasy in my head coming to life.

Like, the setting? I once had a Honeymoon Un Deux Trois phase back in 2020-early 2021. There was something about dancing a waltz with Azul that really made me feel so giddy for months. I would always imagine us under the moonlight, on stone streets and bridges with lamps on, and dancing to that song. I never cared if it was graceful or not, because it was a dance with Azul.

Babes, besties, and bitches, the setting of that card art is exactly the setting of that imagination. Even the lights of those buildings are the same. It’s like Yana read my mind and put it on a digital canvas. The only thing different is the gate behind Azul, but otherwise, it’s everything that I’ve seen in my dreams.

Then Azul’s outfit! I’ve long entertained the idea of Azul in a masquerade outfit since last year. It was so appealing because he hides behind a mask all the time to seem more pleasing to others. It pushed me to plan out and write a (work in progress) fic where Azul is a masked pianist. He’d be decked in black and purple, mostly purple. He’d have a hat with a feather, and he’d be wearing a mask with that same shape you see on the card.

You know in fact, I always imagined since late last year that the next Abema stream was going to be me seeing Azul getting a masquerade SSR. And then I would be screaming.

And 😭 I got it. I got the masquerade card, and his outfit has similarities to what I envisioned for him. I now also know that his hat is called a tricone, and that is really awesome to know.

And to top it all off? His tailcoat. I always loved tailcoats even as a kid. There was something about how simple it is yet the way it billows in the breeze as it trails behind you creates a certain aura about you. It looks classy and almost authoritative. It catches your attention.

And guess what? Azul Ashengrotto comes in with at least 6 tail ends on his tailcoat.🧍This mcfucking octopus.

Anyway, I’m just… I am just so happy right now. 😭 Sundays have recently been my worst day of the week for certain reasons, but I had such a great day today because of Azul.

The gacha is coming tomorrow, which is really exciting but also anxiety inducing xD! I really want to stream for everyone, but I don’t think I can :( I think my stream would end up lagging horribly. But I’ll definitely share what happens here.

This post is really different from how I’d usually scream about Azul. I’ll admit, much of my energy is gone because I have melted down in a vc with friends xD but mainly, I just feel so tender about this card. It’s two years of my dreams put on a screen for the world to see. It’s two years of all the times I thought about him, talked about him, wrote about him, bringing me to a time when I can actually for the first time freak out about his event SSR when I could not do that for Beans Day. It’s two years of loving him, and now I’m here. 🥲 And I’m so thankful and happy right now.

[scuttling]

And this I promise from the heart

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,428 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Fluff, Hot tub foreplay, Hiking, Hotch is into plants, Rough sex, Hickies, Biting, Mirror sex Summary: Includes a scene Inspired by @ssahotchie and this ask. Collection: Just The Way You Are Series, Part 2 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Coming Soon!) Part 4 Link to A03 or read below! “Sunny. Sunny,” Aaron calls in his deep, even voice, and the six-month-old Golden Retriever at your feet wags her tail, looks up in your direction.

“Daddy’s home, Sunny girl. Do you want to get daddy?” She rises to her feet, looks out the door, down the hall, then back at you, tail thumping against your desk chair. “Go get daddy.” She takes off running, and you smile, turn back to your work. You can hear the jingle of her tags as Aaron scratches her neck—she’s probably two seconds from flopping onto her back for a belly rub, which, you know, you completely get—and his voice as he asks her if she’s had a good day.

If anyone doesn’t believe Aaron is a soft, gooey marshmallow of a man beneath the buttoned-up federal agent exterior, you welcome them to witness one exchange between him and his dog.

A few minutes later, he walks into your office, Sunny at his heels, and you look up, raise your eyebrows. “Oh, is it my turn to be greeted now?” you tease, and you stand, meet him for a kiss.

“Not jealous, are you?”

“Only a little, but I’ll let you make it up to me.” He wraps an arm around your waist, smooths a hand up your back, kisses you again, but this time it’s slower, warmer, and you’re a little breathless when he pulls back.

“Planning on making it up to you tonight—or, all weekend, actually. Derek offered to watch Sunny, and I pulled some strings and was able to rent us a cabin near the national park. I thought maybe we could get away, get some fresh air, hike the trails? I know it’s not the beach, but on short notice I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Are you kidding?” you ask with a grin, holding onto his arms. This is totally unexpected, so thoughtful it makes your chest ache. You lean up to kiss him repeatedly, soft and sweet. “Thank you, baby, really. I can’t tell you how excited I am.”

“You’re welcome. I should have thought of something like this sooner; I’m sorry I’ve been a little oblivious.” He frowns, and you move your hands to his face, guide him down for a deeper kiss.

“I know you have a lot on your plate, and I love our life exactly as is—going away with you is just a bonus.”

“Well it’s a bonus you deserve,” he says, pulling you closer. “I want to be more attentive; I don’t want to fall back into my old habits.”

“You’re very attentive; I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with my thoughts, so I can’t blame you for not reading my mind. Let’s promise to talk more about things that matter,” you suggest; he agrees, and you kiss again before heading to your bedroom to pack your bags. After getting the car packed for the trip, you head to Derek's to drop off Sunny and her things—with lots of pets and kisses for Sunny, and a tight, appreciative hug for Derek—and then stop for dinner on your way to the cabin.

Aaron is so light and happy, you almost wish you’d gotten drunk and asked for a vacation sooner, even if it is only a weekend away.

The cabin is beautiful, all deep cherry wood and high ceilings, a stone fireplace; there is a swimming pool, a hot tub, and a finished wraparound deck that overlooks the forest. It promises peace, quiet, solitude—a perfect place for you and Aaron to reconnect and spend some one-on-one time together.

You unpack your clothes and toiletries, and Aaron unpacks the kitchen things: coffee, water, and wine, breakfast ingredients, snacks. You meet him downstairs when you’re finished, and he is sitting out on the patio with two glasses of wine on the table in front of him. You feel a little like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

“You’re so good to me,” you tell him when you step out onto the deck. You intend to sit down in the chair across from him, but he reaches out, curls a hand around your forearm and guides you to sit in his lap instead. You wrap an arm around his neck, loosely drape the other over his chest, look up at his gentle face. “So very good to me.”

“All I want is to be good to you; I just want to make you happy,” he murmurs, and he leans in to kiss you—it’s a very specific type of kiss, slow and passionate, one that makes you crave his touch on your bare body, and you make a soft, needy sound against his mouth, pull back with a smile.

“What do you have planned for me in that beautiful, brilliant brain?” Aaron ducks his head, smiles a bit bashfully; you love that your compliments still affect him after all this time, quite partial to the shy, serious man who stole your heart in the first place.

“Well, I was thinking wine, clearly… maybe a soak in the hot tub? I turned it on, brought out some towels—did you happen to pack a swimsuit?” He smooths a hand over your hip, your ass, and you cling to him a bit more tightly.

“I didn’t, but that won’t stop from getting in that hot tub with you.” He looks confused, and you raise your eyebrows, give him a moment to let it sink in.

“Skinny dipping?” he says, looking simultaneously surprised and turned on by the prospect. You laugh softly.

“Yes. It’s private back here, no neighbors close by, and I think it would be a lot of fun. I won’t try to force you to join me, you know I won’t, but if I could convince you somehow, please let me know.” You brush your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, lean in for an unhurried kiss, slowly dragging your tongue along the length of his, and it’s clear he’s quickly convinced. He grips your thigh with a firm hand, moves the other to the back of your head to keep you close, keep you kissing.

He’s not always forceful, not always rough, but there’s no denying what it does to you when he grabs you a little harder, kisses a little deeper; you want to give yourself to him even more than you usually do, want him to do what he wants, take what he wants. You want to give him everything.

When he breaks the kiss, you press two more against his lips, then pull back and tug your sweater over your head. He runs a hand over your breast, squeezes through the fabric of your bra, then slides it up to wrap lightly around your throat. It’s tender but possessive, something else that never fails to drive you crazy; the first time he did it during sex you had an orgasm almost instantly, and there’s just something about having his broad palm and thick fingers there that makes you lose your mind.

“Fuck,” you groan, though it’s more like a whisper, and he moves his other hand to your pants, slips the button free, hovers. “Please, Aaron.” He flicks his eyes up, stares into yours, pulls you toward him for another kiss, and you moan against his lips. The moment he releases you, you shift up, out of his lap, and you push down your pants and panties, unhook your bra.

You’re both breathing heavily, especially when Aaron looks over your body like he hasn’t seen it a million and one times already, his gaze hot and lingering; you reach for him, and he stands, lets you get him out of his clothes too. It’s clearly a little uncomfortable for him to feel so exposed, even though you are in a private space, so you run your hands over him gently, press your lips against his body, whisper soothing words of encouragement and remind him that you can go inside whenever he likes.

The hot tub is in-ground, square, made of stone, and you both sink into the blissfully hot water with matching sighs; the night is warm, with a cool breeze, and you sit down next to him, let him pull you into his lap again. You smile, tug the hair tie off of your wrist and sweep your hair up into a high bun, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Not so bad,” you murmur, smoothing your hand over his chest, “is it?” He holds you close with a hand on your lower back, drags the other up your stomach, over your breasts. Your mouth falls open in a soft gasp, and he does it again, his rough palm catching your nipple, rubbing against it.

“Not bad at all.” You run your tongue over your lips, grind in his lap—he’s already hard, and you can’t blame him, feel like you’re halfway to a climax as is. This is extremely hot, and not just because you’re still surprised he even agreed to it. “I want to kiss you—just kiss you for a little bit. You’re not too turned on for that, are you?” You close your eyes briefly, sigh, because he clearly plans to torture you, drag out the foreplay; eventually, you shake your head.

“I’m not too turned on for that.” He hums, pleased, and then brings a hand to your throat again, pulls you in for a long, wet kiss. You roll your hips against his, slowly and sensually, and he moves his hands over your body, squeezes your ass hard with both of them. “Mmm. Want you.” He squeezes again and you grip his shoulders firmly, whimper. “Aaron.”

“Should I let you up? Or should I make you come right here in my lap?” he asks, and then he decides on his own, moves a hand between your legs and slides it over your pussy. You moan softly, looking down at him in a way you hope conveys your desire, your desperation; he seems to understand, holds your ass and pushes two fingers inside you, presses deeply. “Kiss me, baby,” he breathes, and you do, gasping against his mouth as he pumps his hand.

Your kisses are graceless, eager, and you ride his hand, weave your fingers into his hair to keep him close, to stay connected. Eventually you just breathe against his lips, unable to focus on even a messy kiss; he adds a third finger, watches your face like you’re mesmerizing as you get close, as if he hasn’t seen this look a million and one times too.

“I want you to come hard, I want to hear it. I want the neighbors we don’t have to hear it.” He smiles, just a little, and so do you, and then you kiss him with renewed fervor, slam down against his hand, water sloshing around you; you come moaning, gripping his shoulders hard, and he brings his wet hand up to hold tightly to the back of your neck, so you’ll make eye contact as you ride out the final wave of pleasure, clench around his fingers. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groans, and you wet your lips, panting, lean in for another kiss.

“I want to blow you,” you speak over his mouth, earning a soft sound of desire, and he kisses you deeply once more before guiding you off of his lap. He moves up a step, so just his legs are in the water, and you climb between them, run your hands over his thighs. “Gorgeous too.” You look up at him, and he puts both hands on your face, pulls you in for a kiss; you grope at his chest, slip your fingers over the wet hair that trails down his stomach, then bite him there softly when he lets you go, leans back on his arms.

You wrap a hand easily around his straining cock, press the other against his thigh; his sharp intake of breath when you cover him with your mouth is enough to get you wet again, and you shift a bit uncomfortably—the stone is hard beneath your knees, the ache between your legs back in full force, but you would stay in this position for hours if that’s what Aaron wanted.

Now, though, he just looks like he wants to come, so you suck—tight, shallow, wet, strokes—and hum, working your hand with each dip of your head. “Oh, yes. So good,” he rasps, and he curls forward so he can run his hands down your back. It brings his body closer, his scrunched stomach brushing against your nose as you tilt your head up, and you whine, lift off of him, press open mouthed kisses to his stomach and chest, everywhere you can reach. “Fuck. Are you wet again, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh, kissing him, touching him with your free hand—the other is still pumping his cock even though your mouth has abandoned it. “Touch me, please touch me.” He leans in a bit further, puts one hand on the back of your neck and one over your clit, rubs quickly and pulls you in for another hot, hard kiss. “Yes, touch me, Aaron, touch me.” You’re so eager for more—more pleasure, more of his pleasure—that you literally can’t stop talking, so you slide your mouth over him again just to occupy it, just so you don’t sound as needy as you feel.

“You’ll come for me again,” he murmurs, cupping your head with his broad palm—no pressure, just a reverent touch. “You’ll swallow for me, come for me; you’d do anything for me.” You would, you have no doubts, and you just hum your agreement, keep sucking until he groans, guides you off of him, to his lips. “Inside,” he mumbles through a kiss, and you take his face in your hands, deepening it, clinging to each other.

“You want to go inside?” you ask, breathless.

“I want to go inside… come inside you.” He puts his hands on your waist, urges you to stand, and you step out of the hot tub, take a few dripping steps over to the chair with the towels laid across it. You wrap one around Aaron, rub it roughly over his body; it starts as something sexy, but then it must tickle, and he laughs. You can’t help laughing when he does, and when he dries you off, you dissolve into giggles, wrap your arms around his neck and let him lift you, carry you into the cabin and toward the bedroom, pausing to grab the half-full glasses of wine before you go.

You set them down on the dresser, and he sets you down on the bed, hovers over you with a grin. He pushes your legs apart, wide on either side of his hips, and you surge forward for a kiss; he wraps his fingers in the sheets and pushes inside you, earning a short, high moan. You sink back against the bed, tilt your hips up, and he thrusts quickly, roughly, makes you sigh.

“Yeah, fuck, Aaron.” You curl a hand around the back of his neck, grip his forearm with the other, and grind up against him, watch his face as it shifts from determined to desperate for release.

“Won’t last,” he pants, and you shake your head, pull him down to your lips.

“Don’t have to. Just come, baby.” He groans, wraps his hand around the wooden headboard and uses it for leverage, slams hard into you; you fuck yourself against him, even harder when he comes, so eager to catch up, to meet him there. He leans in, face against your throat, fingers tight on your shoulder, and thrusts so deeply and roughly that your entire body tenses when your orgasm follows, and then you shake in his embrace while you catch your breath.

He brushes his mouth over your throat, your jaw, and you just lay together a moment, chests heaving, before he climbs off of the bed and grabs the wine. You both drink it down in one long sip, then laugh breathlessly once more, kiss again.

You get cleaned up, pull on pajamas, and Aaron builds a fire; you cuddle up on the sofa in front of it, drink enough wine to get a little tipsy, and talk and laugh, make out just to do it, with no end goal in mind. Time passes by slowly, and here, that’s perfect; you’d stop time if you could, spend the rest of your life warmed from the inside out with Aaron’s voice in your ear. The next morning, you wake up at a decent hour, make coffee while Aaron starts breakfast. It’s a bit chillier than the day before, so you wrap a blanket around your shoulders and take your coffee outside, look out at the forest and its silent stillness. Between Aaron’s work and yours, and now Sunny, life is rarely so peaceful, so quiet, and you just stand there and drink it in for a moment before Aaron comes out, clinking plates and silverware, disturbing your solitude in the most perfect of ways. You turn back, and he smiles, sets down your food, and you cross the deck, press a warm kiss to his lips, and sit down for breakfast.

The two of you get showered, dressed, and you drive to the national park to hike before it gets too warm; the trails range from easy to difficult, and you stick with something moderate, since you’re not very familiar with the park. The path you take is mostly dry, but lush and green, surrounded by thick trees and lots of plant life. Aaron, as it turns out, is quite the amatuer botanist, points out random flowers when he notices them, tells you their scientific names like a nerdy boy scout; it’s really very adorable.

“Baptisia australis—Blue Wild Indigo,” he says, pointing to a plant with small, light purple buds. “It’s a member of the pea family.”

“The pea family,” you repeat, taking care to step over a fallen log. He hums.

“I’m sure you know Indigo plants are used for dye, but indigenous people also use them in medicinal teas.” He takes another two dozen steps, kneels down to pick up a pretty golden-yellow flower that has fallen off of its plant. “Oenothera fruticosa—Southern Sundrops. Hummingbirds love them.” He turns to you, offers the flower, then a slow, tender kiss.

He moves on, tells you about at least ten other flowers along the path; you spend so much time smiling at his exuberance that your face is more sore than any other part of you by the time the hike is over.

You are ready for lunch, and a dip in the pool, and maybe a foot massage that leads to something more, but almost the second you walk in the door, Aaron’s phone rings. He looks down at it, then you, and you shoot him a soft smile.

Some things are just too good to be true.

He sighs, answers and brings it to his ear. You pass him, pat him on the back, and head to the kitchen to make some coffee to go.

“Hotchner. Yes, the family annihilator. Me specifically, JJ?” He looks over at you fondly as you pull a travel mug down from the cupboard, almost like part of him is surprised that you accepted his fate so easily, where the other part is very unsurprised. “We’re not far, but… No, it’s okay. I’ll be at the precinct in an hour. Thank you.”

“Family annihilator doesn’t sound good,” you say after he’s ended the call, stepped into the kitchen with you. “Do you have to travel?”

“It’s local, just an interrogation. We could be back here together by dinnertime.” He comes up behind you, runs his hands down your arms, leans in to brush his nose over your throat. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He sounds resigned, a bit sad, and though it’s inconvenient, it’s not something he should be beating himself up over. You knew what you were getting into when he had to leave in the middle of your third date to fly out for a case, and you’ve accepted that his work is unpredictable, and urgent, and important, would never make him choose between you or the job—because it’s not the right thing to do, but also because you’re fairly certain he would not be able to choose you.

“I know you will; you always do.” Your tone is not sarcastic or biting, but soft, and you turn your head, tilt it back to receive a warm kiss on the mouth. “You’d better get changed. Can I come along for the ride? You can stash me away in a corner at the precinct,” you say, following him upstairs; he’d packed a spare suit just in case something like this happened, and you know he wishes he could shower first, but there isn’t time.

He agrees easily, and you change your own clothes, slipping into dark jeans and a clingy black sweater, a pair of low-heeled boots. He gathers up his badge and gun, looks every bit the super special FBI agent you know and love—but he still smells like the forest, and a very large part of you is uncomfortably aroused by that fact.

You focus on that, and the thought of how he’ll make this up to you, for the entirety of the drive; Aaron is quiet, shifting gears into his calm, composed authoritative mode, but you can tell he’s aware of what you’re thinking, feeling, that it’s running through the back of his mind as well. When you arrive at the precinct, JJ is there, and you stand by quietly while she brings Aaron up to speed. Apparently a man has killed his estranged wife, children, and mother-in-law, and there is evidence, but a confession would speed things up considerably, and the district attorney has called in a favor to ensure that Aaron is the one to interrogate the man. He leaves you with a kiss on the cheek, and you and JJ make small talk before it dissolves into silence.

“Do you want to watch the interrogation? Two-way glass,” she says with a smile, and you are intrigued by the prospect. You’ve never seen Aaron in action at work before, or at least not in a way that’s any more exciting than filling out forms. She takes you to the large window, where you can see Aaron and the suspect engaged in tense conversation.

He opens up a file, spreads out photographs of what must be the man’s family; you can’t make them out, but they appear to be gruesome, if the concentration of crimson that covers the pages is any indication. The man doesn’t flinch the way you would expect, but Aaron seems to know where to proceed with that knowledge; he continues questioning him, and at one point he gets in the man’s face, shouts, and slams his hand on the table.

You can’t help it, you jump, and JJ reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder.

“You okay? I know it can be intense,” she says, and you compose yourself, nod.

“Yeah I’m okay. I just… he’s never raised his voice to me. Not once in almost six years,” you muse; you’ve never thought much of it, because a man shouldn’t be yelling at his girlfriend, right? This isn’t extraordinary, just normal behavior, but it makes you feel something deep and moving anyway. You excuse yourself, head to the bathroom and splash a little cold water on your cheeks; by the time you return, Aaron is already out of interrogation, and he and JJ are smiling.

“That was fast,” you say when you approach, and JJ pats Aaron on the arm.

“Now you know why the DA pulled all those strings to get him here. He makes the BAU look superhuman.” He shakes his head, never one to take a compliment without putting up a fight, and they chat a little more before Aaron puts a hand on your back to signal that it’s time to go.

You look at your phone when you get into the car. Thirty-six minutes have passed since you turned it off on your way into the building.

You always kind of figured, but for the first time you can see for yourself: Aaron is kind of badass. You stop to have dinner on the way back to the cabin again, but this time there is less laughter and more lingering looks, soft, eager touches. The atmosphere between you is the same as it was in the car on the way to the precinct, the familiar tension between two people who want each other but can’t, or won’t, or are waiting to say it.

It makes you feel pretty good, that the two of you have this kind of chemistry after all this time.

When you get back to the cabin, you both undress, and Aaron suggests showering together in the master bathroom’s large glass shower. You agree, eager to put your hands on him, your mouth on him; the way you touch is exploratory, as if you haven’t done this countless times over the course of your relationship, as if you weren’t in a very similar position just last night. You wash each other, slow and sensual, but tender, and then dry off, and kiss, walk backward toward the turned-down bed.

“I want to take our time tonight,” Aaron murmurs as he hovers over you. You nod, lost in the haze of his hands on you, the smell of his soap, toothpaste, the feel of cool sheets beneath your back—these are sensations, scents, you are intimately familiar with, but they never fail to make your heart pound, your breath quicken in anticipation.

No one has ever made you feel quite so much, and even after almost six years, Aaron is capable of reducing you to your basic needs and emotions with just one sentence breathed into the space between you. He smooths his hands up your sides, over your stomach, and you’d swear time stops so the two of you can just be, so you can indulge in each other in a way that feels like going back to the beginning.

His hands move to your breasts and he squeezes them, watches your face as you react to the roughness, the pleasure, before leaning in for a hot, breathy kiss. “Mmm. Yeah,” you sigh, and he presses his lips to your throat, drags them slowly down your chest, encircles a nipple and sucks hard enough that your head falls back instantly and you moan his name.

“God, I love your body,” he tells you before moving to the other nipple. “So perfect for me.” Again, he sucks, then moves his mouth just a little to the left, bites down on your breast where you’re soft and sensitive; he sucks harder, so hard it hurts and you know you will be sore where he’s claimed you for days to come. It’s been a while since he’s done this, bruised you, covered you in bites, and he knows what it does to you, seems unsurprised when you wrap your hands around his arms for leverage and try to grind against him where he’s sprawled on top of you.

“Please, Aaron.” He groans against your skin, moves a hand to cover your pussy, lets you rub against it while he continues to lick and suck and bite until both breasts are covered in the aching, tender remnants of his kiss. You’re so close to a climax from just his mouth and your own desperate movements against the heel of his hand; when he brings his lips to yours, soft and wet, you run your hands over his shoulders and head, hips working, revel in the way your own pleasure is reflected in his face when you come.

“Fuck, baby; so good for me.” You stare up at him, panting as you try to come down, and he brushes fingers over your lips, down your throat. “Turn over?” You moan softly at his request, turn onto your stomach when he leans up over you; you spread your legs wide and he tucks his knees in behind yours, guides you back onto his cock with both hands on your ass.

You fist your hands into your pillow, work your body back against his thrusts; it’s not fast, or hard, but he knows exactly where to put his hands to drive you crazy, how to help you move. You moan together, both out of breath and quickly approaching orgasm when he pulls out, leans back against his heels.

“Mmm, come here, sweetheart.” He slides his hands under you, covers your breasts again, guides you to your knees, then shifts so you both turn, face the side of the bed, not the headboard. He presses his nose against your cheek, hooks one arm around your shoulder to tightly grip your breast in his hand, and you grab onto his arm, lean your head back against him. “I want you to watch, baby. I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you come on me.”

You lick your lips, and it’s only then that you realize he’s positioned you right in front of the full-length mirror by your side of the bed. Your eyes roll back in your head a little when you process the request—is he trying to wreck you?—and he huffs a laugh against your throat.

“Do you like that? Do you want to watch me move inside you?” You nod lazily, lean your back against his chest, and he presses his cock into you, thrusts smoothly but quickly. Your mouth falls open in a soft moan, and you rock against him, digging your fingertips into his arm.

It’s so erotic, watching the movements of your bodies—Aaron’s deep pumps of hips against your ass as he disappears inside you, your thighs flexing to keep up. He squeezes your breast, which still aches from the hickies he covered you with, and then that hand slides up to your throat and you can see the bruises in all of their rich, vivid glory. “Oh, fuck, Aaron.”

“It’s been a while since I got to take you apart like this; you’re so perfect for me, so beautiful. Covered in me, full of me.” He squeezes your throat softly, just enough pressure to draw your attention there, and you sigh.

“Yes, yes. Harder,” you breathe, and he pounds against you; you watch his face in the mirror, can see that he’s breathless, close, and you bounce roughly back against him, moan and come when he’s pressed exactly where you need him. He thrusts a few more times, right there, and you don’t stop coming, just clench around him and ride it out, watch both of your expressions shift when he loses it inside you. “Oh, god, yes.”

“Yes, baby, just like that. Just like that.” He snaps his hips hard, mouths at your shoulder, and you’re reduced to whimpers until he removes his hand from your throat, pulls your hair back away from your face, tilts your chin toward him for a kiss. “So good: did so good, felt so good,” he mutters against your lips, and you both kiss a little messy, soft. This one has left you both a little come-dumb, and you press back against him, spent.

“Mmm. I fucking love you,” you sigh, and you focus on him—and maybe a little on the mirror—when he rumbles a reply and slips you his tongue. You pick Sunny up from Derek’s the next day—she runs to Aaron first, no big deal, so you talk with Derek, thank him again for watching her on such short notice.

“I’m happy to take her any time, she’s a real sweetheart. Did you enjoy your getaway?” You nod, smile, sigh a little wistfully.

“Yeah, it was really nice. He promised me a beach vacation for our honeymoon, though, and I plan to sunbathe on an island so remote his cell phone is rendered useless.” You look up at him, slap him lightly on his bicep. “So get better at your job, will you? When he’s my husband I’m going to be much less lenient if my date night gets interrupted.”

Aaron looks up from his position on the floor, where he’s giving Sunny the belly rub of her life.

“When I’m your husband,” he says with a smile, and you roll your eyes, thank Derek again, and wrangle your family out the door.

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Take Me By The Hand

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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requested: Heyy, could you do the ‘take my hand’ concept that you did with JJ, but with Harry?? Love your writing sm! Xxx

please see my pinned post for masterlist and request info!

One taking the others hand to help them up

You were 4 when you first met Harry properly. You’d been running around the playground, chasing after one of your friends when you’d taken a tumble and ended up in a small heap on the floor. Harry had come trotting over, sticking out a hand to help you up.

“Is your knee okay?”, he asked you.

“I don’t think so. It’s bleeding”, you told him sadly. 

Harry kept hold of your hand, dragging you over to where the teachers on duty were standing. “She hurt her knee”, Harry said bluntly, poking one of the adults and then pointing to your knee.

Harry followed you and the teacher inside, sitting next to you as you had your knee cleaned and a plaster stuck on. The teacher left to fill in the accident book and write a note for you to take home. “I’m Harry”, the boy said as soon as she’d left.

“I’m Y/N”, you told him with a bright grin.

“Shall we be best friends?”, Harry asked with a toothy smile.

“Yes!”.

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Holding hands whilst one walks on a small wall

You and Harry had stayed best friends from that day forward. There wasn’t anything that you didn’t do together. Harry would always be the first person you’d turn to whenever anything was wrong. He held your hand through every trip you took to the first aid room in your primary school and he shouldered his way through to sit next to you whenever you were in a classroom together.

Harry asked you out on your first date when you were both 15. You’d gone to his house after school, pestering him until he did his homework before you let him outside. He’d been pacing around the lawn in front of you, completely distracted from his kickaround with Josh, as you sat on the deck with Rosie.

“What’s wrong with him?”, she asked from beside you.

“I have no idea”, you told her. “You know what he’s like though”, you dismissed, all the while worrying about your best friend.

Rosie and Josh ran inside 20 minutes later to help set the table for dinner, leaving you and Harry alone in the back garden. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up with you?”, you asked him.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”, Harry blurted, leaving you stunned. The two of you were wide-eyed in surprise, both with words caught in your throat that you were desperately trying to say. 

“Yeah”, you smiled.

A week later you met Harry by the beach. You’d seen each other through the week during school and spending the evenings after school together, but this evening felt different. This evening would be the one that potentially changed yours and Harry’s relationship forever.

You walked side by side down to the sea front, stopping and sitting on a small wall there. The two of you talked for hours, like you always did. Harry telling you about his family, about what happened in the few classes that you didn’t share together, telling you about his day and you returning the favour. You laughed well into the sunset, a soft silence falling over you as you watched the sun dip beneath the Guernsey horizon.

“It’s getting dark, and it’s cold. Let’s head back”, Harry suggested. As soon as you’d stood up, you stepped up onto the wall you’d just been sitting on, making you ever so slightly taller than Harry. With your arms held out for balance, you took a few tentative steps.

Harry reached out, grabbing your hand to keep you steady. You looked over to him, a shy smile on his face that you soon mirrored, paired with a rosy blush. Harry kept your hands entwined as you walked along the wall, matching his pace with yours so he didn’t rush you and cause you to stumble.

When you reached the end of the wall and jumped down, your hand didn’t leave Harry’s.

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Holding hands whilst driving

Harry had never let whatever Youtube success he was gaining get in the way of the two of you. He always made time for you, always made you feel important. As soon as he’d learnt to drive and got a car, you and Harry would spend hours traversing the coastline, wind pouring into the window and billowing through your hair as you watched the cliffs and waves pass you by.

If you were in his car, Harry would insist on you being in the passenger seat, no matter who else was joining you. His hand would always rest on your thigh as he drove, only ever moving to change gear before quickly returning to its place.

Your fingers were wrapped loosely in his, making sure he was able to let go and reach for the gear stick whenever he needed to. The roads along the coastline were fairly straight, only ever bending slightly and no sharp turns in sight.

With the road empty bar from the two of you, Harry snuck a glance over to you. Your face was illuminated by the soft glow of the sun, hair windswept against the headrest and over your shoulders.

“I love you”, Harry said simply. It was no massive declaration, it didn’t have to be. You and Harry had been friends for 13 years, together for nearly 2. He’d loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I love you, too”.

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Possessive hand holding

The first time you visited Harry in London was quite the nerve wracking experience. Aside from helping him move his stuff into his flat with Lux and Freezy, you’d barely seen him since he’d left the small island you both called home.

You waited by baggage claim, leg shaking with restless, nervous energy. It was just your luck that your suitcase was one of the last to make its way through and round the conveyor belt, the hall almost empty by the time you’d got your belongings.

Harry was waiting for you just outside arrivals, just as restless and nervous as you were. His eyes had been glued to the door from the minute you’d text him to let you know you’d reached baggage claim. Every person that walked out of the sliding doors that wasn’t you irritated him even further. It had only been a few weeks since he’d last seen you, and he was going mad.

At last, you trudged through the doors, looking a little worse for wear and incredibly pissed off. But you were there.

Harry wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. “I’ve missed you so much”, he whispered into your hair. “The guys are already at my place, I hope that’s alright”, he told you. “They’re really excited to meet you”.

At Harry’s apartment building, he kept a tight hold on your hand as he led you upstairs. “Harry, it’s okay”, you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Just nervous”, he told you.

Harry led you into the apartment, pausing for a second so you could drop your case by the door and kick your shoes off. His deathly tight grip on your hand never waned, like he was scared you were going to escape.

“Lads, Y/N”, Harry said awkwardly as he led you through the doorway. “Y/N, both of the Cals, Ethan, JJ, Simon, Josh, Tobi and Vik”, he introduced, pointing to each man in turn as he said their names.

“Nice to meet you”, you smiled happily.

You sat next to Harry on the sofa, squeezed up against his side. His hand was still gripping onto yours, squeezing tighter whenever any of the guys started to talk to you. “Harry”, you whispered, wiggling your fingers in his grip. “What’s wrong?”.

“Someone looks a little jealous if you ask me”, Freezy poked, wicked grin shooting across the living room.

“Oh, give over”, you scoffed, flicking Harry in the chest. “You buffoon. There’s nothing to worry about. Now ease up, you’re cutting off blood flow to my fingers”, you teased.

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Rubbing their thumb over the other’s hand 

“I don’t wanna leave”, you sighed, leaning further into Harry’s chest. “I miss you too much”, you whispered.

“I miss you, too”, he told you, wrapping both arms around your body and pulling you closer.

Harry watched over your shoulder as you opened your phone and pulled up flight times for a few weeks time, scrolling through them to find the cheapest option. Seeing Harry as often as possible was taking its toll on your finances and Harry knew you’d only accept so much help from him.

“What if this was the last time you flew home?”, Harry asked into your hair.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, thumb pausing over the screen.

“I spoke to Cal about it the other day, before you came”, Harry started. “How would you feel about moving to London?”, he asked.

You turned in his arms, facing Harry. “Are you being serious?”, you asked, a blossoming grin eager to bloom over your face.

“As I’ve ever been”, he whispered.

3 weeks later, you waited at the gate in Guernsey airport, surrounded by your family. “I’m so happy for you”, your mum whispered as she pulled you in for a tight hug. When she pulled back, you were both laughing through the tears that had begun to shed. “You and Harry deserve to be happy”, she told you.

They watched and waved as you walked towards the flight bridge, knowing that this would be the last time they’d see you for a while. You sat in your seat, watching as Guernsey got smaller and smaller below you. Although leaving home was never going to be an easy thing, you knew that you could build a home wherever Harry was.

You’d already shipped a lot of your stuff over to Harry, leaving you only to bring a large suitcase with you on your flight. You had no idea what to expect when you arrived, whether your stuff would be in Harry’s room or boxes strewn into whatever corner of the apartment they could fit into.

“Here”, Harry said as you sat in the car in the car park outside of the apartment building. He handed you a key on a keyring. “House keys”, he told you.

“Thank you”, you smiled

Harry pulled your case behind you as you walked up to the apartment. You stilled in front of the door, Harry pulling to a stop next to you. “Are you okay?”, Harry asked, voice filled with concern.

“Yeah”, you assured him quietly. “It’s just a lot, y’know”, you murmured.

“I know”. Harry’s thumb skimmed across the back of your hand in a soft, repetitive, soothing pattern. “I love you”, he reminded you, thumb never halting its soft reassurance against your skin.

“I know”, you smiled up at him. “But I love you more”.

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Unconsciously searching for the other’s hand whilst asleep

If you were to ask Harry when he knew you’d be in his life forever, he’d have told you when the two of you were 5. Teasing from the other kids about you being best friends with each other was almost never-ending, but you and Harry always found a way to make light of it.

It wasn’t uncommon to see you and Harry playing with the dolls amongst the other little girls or racing around through the mud with the other boys. Everyone quickly learnt that where Harry went, you went and where you went, Harry went.

Harry knew you were going to be his bestest friend forever when he’d sat down on the grass to play and realised that there were no toys left. You’d come and sat down next to him and you’d played in the mud together, making daisy chains and mud pies and potions that you stirred with sticks, never caring about the dirt coating your pretty pinafore dress.

If you were to ask Harry when he knew that your relationship was meant to last, he would fumble and stumble over his words, not really knowing what to say. It was something that brought his friends great joy, asking what he saw in the future for the two of you. After all, you had been together since you were 15.

The night Harry realised you were his one great love was rather anti-climatic. There was no fireworks or mind-blowing kiss or Earth shattering sex. In fact, you were curled up asleep next to Harry, hair piled on top of your head and the hem of one of his Sidemen Clothing shirts riding up on your thigh.

He’d shut his computer down and gotten ready for bed, sliding in next to you as quietly as possible. Whilst he was lounging in bed next to you, attention focused on the screen of his phone, you’d started shifting beside him. Harry laid stock still, not wanting to wake you up with any movements.

Instead, you reached a hand across the bed, seemingly searching for something. When you couldn’t find whatever it was you were looking for, a frown settled itself onto your face. Harry was sure you were dreaming, but couldn’t resist closing the gap between your fingers and his.

The minute Harry hooked his fingers around yours, the frown on your face disappeared, replaced by a soft, blissful smile. Harry had known you long enough and knew you well enough to know that you were still fast asleep, the gentle sighs falling from your mouth being a dead giveaway.

So, if you asked Harry when he knew that your love was meant to last, he’d tell anyone that listened that it was the moment he realised you loved him even in your dreams.

[itssleepyrabbit]

hi! wow i super love your art and i don’t have enough dabihawks in my life 🥺 was wondering if you had any fic recs for them?? 💕💕

aah thank you so much!! 💕💕 💕💕

BOY IF I DO HAVE!! alright buckle up this might get long (most are fluff and SFW~ i’ll put a NSFW warning but be sure to look at tags in all of them!!)

Bed I made (lie in it with me) by  silverwordswrites

“Touya is in desperate need of a plus-one for his brother's wedding and Keigo is infinitely curious about the man who he was sure used to hate him in college.” 

-- the summary says everything and honestly it’s one of the most romatics dabihawks fics i’ve read.

On-going

He Doesn't Love Me by  Fatally

“Dabi doesn't love him. He's accepted that thorny truth, swallowed it down and let briars grow in his chest, drinking down his blood like water.Or: The one in which Hawks settles for pining for his entire life and doesn't realize Dabi's been staring at him the entire time, too.” 

-- I love pinning Hawks with a burning passion.

Completed

sweetheart, is that you? by  fuckendeavor666

“dabi and hawks say i love you (without actually saying i love you) in five different ways.“ 

-- This is my absolute fave dabihawks fic

Completed

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Folly by  DrAphra

“In which the League has acquired a new fancy mansion -with all the heating and food and plush beds they could possibly need - but they still prefer to spend the day out in the wilderness with just each other. Plus Hawks.“ 

-- Honestly all Aphra’s dabihawks fics are more than worth it but this one has a special place on my heart.

Completed

fuck, im so young - orphaned

“Todoroki Touya writes poems.

Words upon words of heartfelt confessions, letters of sing song fantasies, syllables of feelings he never got to say out loud.

When Todoroki Touya hits sixteen, he burns himself to death.

When Dabi hits twenty four-

He meets Hawks.” 

-- i don’t know how to explain but this fic it’s pretty

Completed

Feathers and Feelings by  Toboe1087

“Hawks keeps leaving feathers on his pillow, and Dabi's about had it.

(like hell he'd let anyone else have them, though)”

-- Dabi preening Hawks feathers is a blessing

Complete

(this is not a) swan song by  bittermoons

“"Who's your favorite, then?"

"Hawks." Touya doesn't miss a beat. "Definitely Hawks."

"What? Seriously? How come?"

"He has his flaws, but at the end of the day, he's trying to do good. It's something he always strives for. Dabi, on the other hand...if it weren't for Hawks, he wouldn't be a hero, that's for sure."

[Or: How a secret is revealed, and what comes afterwards.]”

-- Adorable no quirks AU with manga artist Touya and oblivious Keigo! Another author i adore pretty much all dabihawks works.

Completed

You can't trap the sky in a bottle by thyandra

“Letting Toga organize the accommodations for their trip might have been a mistake. This particular truth becomes obvious to Keigo as he opens the door of his hotel room for the first time. There, staring back at him mockingly, is a single, king-sized bed. It’s only by virtue of all the years spent perfecting his poker face around his adoptive parents, that he manages to keep his face straight. At his side, Touya clicks his tongue. “They must’ve given us the wrong key.””

--(no quirks AU) I really love they way Dabi and Hawks are written here i can’t express it in words and so so much pinning

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A Tale as Old as Time by  EloFromMars, Gotcocomilk

“Dabi and Hawks are hit by the most improbable Quirk: both are yeeted in Fairytales land and have to rely on each other to get out of this.“

-- this was such a fun read omg

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A Romance Written All Over Your Body by  minatsukinoamayo

//NSFW mind the tags!//

“Hawks is assigned to infiltrate the League of Villains in order to expose them. Hawks usually never fails a mission, but Keigo usually never falls in love, either.A story of how Hawks falls from grace to become a villain, because hero society has failed them all.

OR

5 times they're not in a relationship and 1 time they are.“

-- you know those fics you say “one more chapter” and it’s 3AM

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it caught spark in your eyes by  youareoldfatherwilliam

//Mature - Implied Sexual Content//

“Keigo’s quirk is powerful, but sometimes it comes with unintended side effects.

Or: A 5 + 1 fic of five times the more…instinctively bird-like parts of Keigo’s quirk took over accidentally during his relationship with Dabi, and one time it happened entirely on purpose.“

-- I was screaming about this particular fic on twt the other day pls give it a read if you can it’s so so so good! Any fic that has Hawks with bird traits has a special place on my heart

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The Others by  threesipsmore

//Mature - 2 sexual scenes, nothing too explicit but they’re there//

“"Skeptic's starting to think he’s more important than me,” Toga sneers, an acidic edge to her voice. “Making decisions on his own, sending out birdie without even talking to me first.”

She’d simply acquiesced to cooperating with Skeptic, but from day one the complaints had never stopped. In this tiny room layered with sushi and cakes, Dabi was forced to listen to her whining.”

-- You go birb, you get that man

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Equivalent Exchange by  inexchangeforyoursoul

“Keigo blinks the blurry oblivion away from his eyes, although some part of it is oddly stubborn and to stay indefinitely. There's three things he's certain of: first, he’s alive. Second, just by looking at the bed and windows he can tell this is no villain hospital or torture room. Third: something feels wrong. Very wrong.

The silence… is deafening.

xxx

To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.

If so, what of a bird that has lost its wings?”

-- i had so many feelings reading i can’t physically explain them to you also PINK HAIR DABI PINK HAIR DABI

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dabi's 5-step guide to being a better parent than endeavor by  twinkfrankenstein (orphan_account)

“A little voice inside his head whispered spitefully about how this was no place for a child, and how he was making a mistake and would only traumatize the kid, yada yada. He responded with an equally spiteful-

“Fuck off, its not like I planned to do arson today.”

(or: how Dabi becomes a good dad just to spite his own, realizes he kinda sorta maybe likes Hawks for realsies, begrudgingly admits the League cares and finally comes to terms with his protective side. Not in that order.)“

-- this legit made me laught out loud idk what else tell you

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The Todoroki In-Laws by  aphrodaisyacs

“Over 10 years after the fight against the Paranormal Liberation Front, Rumi, aka the part-time hero Miruko and the proud wife of one Todoroki Fuyumi, decides it would be an awesome idea to create a groupchat with the significant others of the other Todoroki siblings.

Maybe things would be easier if its members weren’t two Pro Heroes, a former one and a rehabilitated villain, but…Honestly, where’s the fun in that?”

-- this is not dabihawks focused but it’s so funny pls

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With Being Petty Comes Consequences by  CursedUndead

“"When we were saying fuck pro heroes, I didn't think you literally meant FUCK them," Tomura grumbles, kicking over an empty beer can.

"Pretty judgmental for someone fucking a pro twice their age," Touya says.

Tomura squints, and says, "Ten years is not twice my age."

Or, after spending Enji's money, Touya is forced to babysit for the number 2 hero to pay him back. Touya makes it his life's mission to fuck his new boss.”

-- this only has 4 chapters but i know it’s going to be one of my faves

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The Truth series by  AmethystUnarmed

-- Hawks gets hit with a truth quirk and starts to be actually free by the power of love, friendship and a bit of crime <3

The last entry is on-going

and if we sit and count it up it's really not a lot by  sincerelysamedt

“Hawks finds a bento box in his messenger bag and almost cries.

"Is that a loving wife bento?"“

-- please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THIS ONE /sobbing noises/

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steal your heart by  darlingest

//Mature//

“When infamous thief Hawks announces that he is going to steal the heart of Endeavor's son, everyone expects him to prey on Shoto Todoroki - nobody suspects Touya to be the actual target.“

-- Villain Hawks and civilian Dabi are my guilty pleasure and this one it’s so soft too i’m- djsahfdjkfhadf

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darling, thank god it’s this universe we’re in (and you can annoy me as much as you please) by  juurensha

“ Todoroki Rei divorces Endeavor and moves all four of her children into a small apartment next to a boy with wings as red as the hair of her eldest son. “

-- This was one of the first dabihawks fics i ever read and, to this day, i come back to it when i feel i need the extra burst in happy feelings and check their other works too! Honestly all are such a good fucking read

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