#if i could just rest my face in his neck and have a think that'd be swell

[ballpitwitch]

John Wick: Chapter 2 (2017)

[alchemistc]

Buck's halfway through his third cup of startlingly bad coffee when Josh pushes the door to the breakroom open, looking mildly concerned in the half second before someone else looms over his shoulder.

He's too numb to do much more than take another sip of coffee as he watches Josh usher Tommy in.

The door clicks shut behind him. Buck wonders for a moment if Tommy's ever actually been to the new dispatch headquarters before. If he ever went to the old one, charming grin on his face while he waited for Abby to finish up so he could take her out, drive her home while her car was in the shop - but no, Tommy would have worked on it himself, maybe.

Had Josh recognized him, that first time, with half of his soot on Buck's face, and just never said anything?

The silence is tense. They're in a fishbowl, no room to lash out even if either of them wanted to because more than half the people working in this place can see them if they just tip their head to the side.

"How can I help?"

It's - his voice is strained, scared, worried. Buck doesn't have a single guess as to how he knows. Maybe Bobby. It's the only person he can think of who would have -.

Buck snorts. "I rebounded with a serial killer who just kidnapped my sister and my baby niece or nephew. I don't - I'm not sure what you want."

He glances up just in time to see the end of Tommy's grimace. Good. He's not sure how much more disastrous of a choice he could have made to try to get Tommy out of his system, but at least it hurts him to know. At least...

"Do you want me to go?"

Buck can't remember anyone asking, before. Usually they just... leave. Get up, walk out, disappear. Tommy bubbled Buck five times in three months. Buck went through seven bags of flour before he drove Eddie to the airport.

His voice shakes on his "No," and Tommy is there, all of the sudden, his hand hovering just over Buck's shoulder, like he realized halfway there it might not be welcome. "Do you still think I need to keep looking for someone better than you?"

It'd been seeing Tommy out with a guy that'd prompted him to stop fucking baking and make an effort to just...get over it But with Eddie away, and the rest of the 118 so wrapped up in their lives, there weren't a whole lot of outlets for that. And it's been easy to willfully misinterpret Tommy's breakup speech. Or - interpret it in the most hurtful way possible.

"Is this what you want to do right now?" Tommy asks, even and measured. "Will this help?"

"I want my sister back!"

Tommy takes a step back. His hands shift to his pockets, and Buck just wants -

"Why are you here?"

He tips his head up. Holds Tommy's gaze. Tommy flounders in a way Buck's never seen before.

He looks - tired. Good. White Henley under a flannel Buck had always told him brought out his eyes. The jeans Buck had stolen once or twice because they made his ass look good. His hair's grown in at the sides, and the sprinkling of greys are more obvious than the last time he'd seen it this length.

"I just... didn't want you to be alone."

Tears threaten at the corners of his eyes. He wants to laugh, but he's terrified if he starts he won't be able to hold in the fear. "When did that change?"

Tommy gnaws on his cheek. "You have so many people, Buck. You have -."

"I don't want emotional repression Tommy here, so if you're just here to keep me distracted until someone else can be here you should just... go."

Something flashes in his gaze. Anger, maybe. Terror.

"Please let me stay."

It hurts, to hear it. It hurts to hear the trepidation in his voice as he says it. Buck just wants to pull him in, tuck his face into the curve of his neck, soak in the warmth of his arms.

Buck spends too long staring at his knees. Long enough for Tommy to shift, to sigh, to nod his head decisively out of the corner of Buck's eye.

The word is stuck in his throat. Has been for months, since Tommy looked at him with teary eyes and walked away.

"I won't be able to let you go again."

He's already half turned away. Buck can only see half his expression as his eyes dip closed. He swallows. Nods, again.

Buck can't watch him push back through that door, so he stares at the toes of his boots until his vision starts to blur.

A second pair of toes swim into his eyeline. A hand shifts through his curls, snagging on knots, digging towards his scalp, and he can't quite bite back the sob. The arms that reach for him are warm, big and familiar, and Buck gives himself over to the panic and the fear that have been clawing at his chest for hours now. Tommy says something - whispers it into the air above Buck's head over and over, but Buck can't - he just -

He presses his face into Tommy's stomach, digs his fingers into the back of his shirt, sucks in horrible, gasping breaths. It's not enough. Nothing will be until he's got Maddie in his arms.

But it's more than he had an hour ago.

"Stay," he manages, and Tommy's fingers curl around Buck's neck and hold.

[nickgurl4life]

"Santa Came Early This Year"

C!W: cute fluff in beginning, kissing, a small bit of nipple sucking, p in v, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), breeding (let me know if i missed any!)

Summary: Matt and You take a drive on Christmas Eve for fun but it ends up with the car pulled over and his cock in you~

A/N: @cupiidk1lls suggested I do a Christmas fic so here you go, enjoy! Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

"Wait, so why are we driving again?" You ask as you look over from your spot in the passenger seat. The feeling of the warm air flowing from the heater on the dash, calming your shivering body. "Oh well, I figured, since we haven't gotten out of the house and away from Chris and Nick.. I figured a little night drive would be calm cause I don't get time with my girl that often." Matt says with a smile as his eyes flicker to you then to the road. "Okay, well...." You look out the window before looking back over. "I'm pretty sure there's another reason, Babe." You say with a small smile creeping onto your face. "Okay okay fine, the reason I wanted to come out here was to get some alone time...I brought us a blanket and some pillows so we can maybe push the seats forward and relax in the trunk with it open?" He says as he slowly pulls over.

"Matt, why didn't you just ask?" You say with a chuckle as you and him unbuckle. You guys go to the back of the car and set up the blankets, cuddling up and staring up at the night sky. "I didn't ask cause I didn't think you'd do this with me," he admits as he gently presses kisses to your neck, sometimes nibbling softly. You let our a soft hum at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, a soft moan slipping out at the feeling of him sucking your sweet spot. "And maybe we could yknow..." he kisses up to your ear before whispering into it. "We could maybe have car sex under the stars?" He says, and you can hear the shit-eating grin on his face. "Matt..." You chuckle and gently push him off. "I don't know if that'd a good ide-" he cuts you off, "Babe cmon, loosen up we'll be fine~" he gently kisses you and your self control melts immediately as you kiss back.

His tongue gently prods at the entrance of your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. When you comply with a part of your lips, he shoves his tongue inside to tangle with yours. As the kiss goes on, you feel his warm hands trail under your shirt to rest under your bra, gently tracing the underwire. Your hands tug on the Christmas light necklace he has on from the previous car video his brothers filmed earlier. "You really gonna fuck me in this Christmas Tree shit?" You tease as he slips your shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of your lacy red bra. "You want it off?" He asks in a rough tone, and when you nod, he takes it off and chucks it to the front seat, immediately latching his lips back onto yours as he rubs your hard bud through the lace. "Mmph-" You murmur onto his lips as he pushes you to lay down, he unclips your bra and tosses it behind him.

"Fuck..." he whispers and before you know it his mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly as he gently rolls the other between his fingers. You toss your head back in pleasure at the feeling. "Matt-" You whimper, subconsciously rolling your hips up into his hard-on. "Oh, don't so that..." he whispers raspily as his eyes flutter shut. "But baby, you've made me all horny now. Don't be a tease..." You mutter as he slips his shirt off. "I won't be too much of a tease cause we have to hurry home so..." he says with a soft chuckle as he taps your hips, a signal to lift them. He tugs your pants down, and when they come all the way off, he then fondles with his belt, tugging his pants off along with his boxers. "God, you didn't wear panties under your sweatpants?" He teases with a chuckle.

He leans down, spitting onto your cunt as he slaps it a bit with his dick. "You ready, sweetheart?" He asks with a head tilt that's makes you grow even wetter. "Yeah...yes, I'm ready," you say softly, and when he heats the words, he slips in. "O-oh fu-ck..." he stutters out as he bottoms out. "Oh, m-my..." You mutter at the stretch that never fails to please you. After a minute, he started to rock his hips until he's pounding into you. "Cmon baby that's it...take it, fucking take it sweetheart I know you can cmon~" he coos as he pounds into you wet cunt, hearing the squelching noise with each movement. "Thatssss it, baby..." he coos as he watches your pretty eyes roll back. "Already cock drunk huh pretty?" He teases and you let out a pornographic moan as his hand gentle wraps around your throat.

"Fuck your squeezing my cock holy s-shit-" he groan as he thrusts quicker. "Fuck im gonna cum, cum with me baby please..." he pleads and you moan. "Y-yeah, yeah, I will...." You spit out as you both quickly approach the edge. "Gonna breed you... gonna put a fuckin baby in you..." he moans as his hips stutter. Both of you are falling over the edge. "Holy..." he collapses on top of you. "That was..." he cuts himself off with a chuckle as he pecks your cheek. "Let's just, uh, let's just take a nap..." he mutters, and you nod. "I love you..." he whispers, "I love you too" you whisper back before you guys doze off.

Sorry if this sucks, I wrote this with a sprained hand so it's half assed but hope you like it!

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[mimiii-3]

Hii omg, I love saboteur sm it's been living in my mind rent-free. I keep rereading it and refreshing ur page to see if there are any updates lol 😭 anyway, icl I think Batsib would be the typa person to go as far as becoming another villain to have more attention from their family (no such thing as bad attention after all eme). Even more thrilling if they don't even try to conceal their identity. Like yeah it's that kid you lowkey forgot about that you're fighting now, I wonder how that'd feel for the Batfam

Thank you and good idea!

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Saboteur: Cherry Bomb Pt.2

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: platonic relationship between Harley and reader, villain behavior is more likely to show up in part 3

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🦇 - your first meeting with Harley Quinn was questionable…to say the least

🦇 - you barely had time to think before she grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the alley

🦇 - she only laughed at your slew of questions like “where are we going” and “what’s wrong with you”

🦇 - you weren’t an idiot. You knew the implications of one of Batman’s own seen with Harley, a known ally of the Joker

🦇 - maybe that’s why you let her take you away. The thought that your father and brothers would find out you had sided with the enemy

🦇 - Harley’s back was turned to you as she skipped down the trash-ridden sidewalk

🦇 - you could knock her out right now. Present her to your father and receive his short but fulfilling praise

🦇 - you pondered your options before making your way next to Harley. You timed your footsteps to match her strides

🦇 - the urge to be petty outweighed the urge to make your father proud

🦇 - after what felt like forever, Harley brought you to a little hole-in-the-wall jazz bar in between a drug store and a massage parlor

🦇 - the place felt grimy. The wallpaper had started to yellow and the music was subpar (at best)

🦇 - you bite down the urge to flee and follow Harley down a dark flight of stairs

🦇 - the stairs lead to a bright, green door with a brass knob

🦇 - your eyes dance between the chipping paint on the door and the impressive bouncer that leans against it

🦇- listening to Harley’s rapport with the bouncer turns boring and your eyes shift to get a better look at him

🦇 - the bouncer is wearing a compression shirt that hugs his muscled-chest. The head of a snake tattoo rests against the side of his neck.

🦇 - you imagine that the body of the snake dips lower and likely wraps around the bouncer’s torso

🦇 - your thoughts are interrupted when Harley yanks you by your elbow into the velour-walled room

🦇 - as you enter the room, you swear that the bouncer spared you a passing glance

🦇 - he shuts the heavy door and you look around at the room

🦇 - almost everything in the room is covered in red, velour fabric. You can’t help but think that the room resembles a motel honeymoon suite

🦇 - as you silently judge the space, you spot a mess of red hair just over the rounded sofa facing the flat screen tv

🦇 - uh oh

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Extra notes: I plan on making a part three to this just to flesh out batsib’s villain transformation

I wonder if the bouncer might have an integral part in this alternative storyline😉

Tag list:

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[jayke0]

A Pleasant Surprise

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: Steven has had something on his mind for a while now, and finally he divulges his fantasy to you; degrading was certainly not on your playing cards.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: sub!Steven, dom!reader, “mommy” title, degrading, grinding, cumming in pants, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,441

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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When Steven had come to you with a “fun idea”, you'd expected something along the lines of ”naive uni teacher gets fucked by his student”, but this was so much better.

“Love? I have a, uh…suggestion,” Steven calls from the bathroom between brushing his teeth. “Well, it's more of a proposal, really.”

“Yeah? Go on.” You're sitting in your bedroom reading some gruesome crime novel that Marc seems to have a real distaste for.

You hear the water running briefly before your boyfriend joins you in the room, warm morning sun streaming in through the cracked curtains and casting a soft glow over his face. “I mean, we don't have to do it now of course. I know you're reading and all that, and I have to get to work in a bit–.”

You close your book and pat the edge of the bed, making him instantly respond to your gesture by placing himself down. “I'm all ears, sweetheart, lay it on me.”

Blood rushes to Steven's face as he actually thinks about saying it outloud, feet shuffling a little on the creaky floorboards. The words feel stuck in his throat now that he has to speak them, despite the fact he'd thought about the whole image on numerous occasions... and in great detail.

“Heeyy c’mon,” your hand brushes his arm, and you move closer to him to wrap your arms fully around his, crinkling his blue floral shirt. “You know I can't read your mind, Steven… Though I wish I could, that'd be super fucking helpful, then the other two couldn't lie to me.”

His chuckle makes you smile and you feel him draw in a long breath.

”I wanna like… grind against you… and I want you to mock me for it, u-until I cum… in my trousers…”

The pauses between his words are almost comical, but you look up at his face and see that he's completely serious, looking at you with wide eyes and waiting for an answer.

“Oh! Right.”

“Ah, Gods! No no... no no no no no, forget it–.” He frantically shakes his head, his hands doing the same as his face scrunches. “It's weird, I'm sorry, pretend I never said anything. Me and my big bloody mouth.”

“Steven,” you say between giggles, hand resting on his soft face to pull his gaze towards you. “It's not weird, silly! I just didn't expect you to be the one that's into degrading.” Careful not to fall back off of the bed, you climb onto his lap, thighs either side of his as you examine his expression, how gorgeous he looks with his brows knitted together and his unruly curls that Marc would definitely be gluing down with copious amounts of gel right about now.

His chest deflates as he lets out a soft sigh, resting his head on your chest out of embarrassment while you link your arms around his neck to run your fingers through the long curls at the back of his head. You feel his hands graze up your back, gliding under your night shirt and making you shiver with the warmth.

“Are you sniffing me?”

“No! Well…” he pauses, “yeah, but not in a creepy way.” The man lifts his head and looks up at you with those big doe eyes, and you watch them close as you start rolling your hips down on him slowly. You're only in your underwear underneath that shirt, but Steven is fully clothed and ready for work… or at least he would be, if his eyes weren't fluttering shut and arousal wasn't growing in his tummy.

“I promise you, darling, I like your idea.” You reassure him with your hips drawing slow circles against the material of his trousers, creating a delicious friction. “As long as you tell me if it's too much, alright?”

The bed creaks a little with your grinding before he looks up at you, nodding with a kind of desperation in his eyes that lights a fire in your gut.

“You promise?”

“Yeah love, yeah I promise.” He says, his voice a little more whiny.

You don't bother yourself with working out the psychological reasons for why your boyfriend enjoys being degraded about how long he can last, chalking it up to his masculinity, despite your reassurances that he's just as much of a man as his other two alters.

“You've got 10 minutes, think you can do that?”

Steven groans at your question, since both of you know all too well that 10 minutes is more than enough time. Still, he nods, big puppy dog eyes looking up at you and begging you to divulge in his vision.

A smirk creeps across your face when you see those glassy eyes, your gaze trailing down to the blush dusting his cheeks and the straining muscles in his neck.

“God Steven, I love the way you look at me. Look at those big soft eyes, all for mommy, aren't they?”

He lets out a whimper with the use of that title, his cock stirring in his trousers and reminding you of the thin barrier that's stopping you from grinding on the rough material of his slacks all together. The man doesn't take his gaze off of you; he drinks in every one of your features as if he's seeing you for the first time.

Rocking his hips up, he pants.

“Yes mommy, all for you, I'm all for you.”

“That's right, sweetheart, those desperate eyes are for me. that dumb little face is mine.” You lean forward and nip his bottom lip, soothing it afterwards with your tongue as he gasps and bucks his hips.

“I can feel you twitching, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Always getting so worked up and hard when I'm around, maybe I should put this pretty cock in a cage, what do you think?”

Steven's shoulders drop as he leans forward into your neck, biting and sucking any skin he can get his mouth on while his hot breath and whimpers raise goosebumps over your skin.

The suction he had in your neck is broken as his head is suddenly jerked backwards, your grip tight in his hair and making him whimper pathetically.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he tries to suppress his moans, his head nodding wildly. “Yes mommy, I'd– agh–I'd love that.” His hips buck again.

“Mhm.. then you'd at least last longer than 5 minutes, you'd actually be able to fuck me properly.”

Steven's mouth hangs agape, his eyes now squeezed shut as his grip on your hips tighten and he guides your hips down on him harder, wanting more, anything.

“Sh–it… Ah- Feels so good.” His eyebrows knit together in a beautifully strained way. “More, gimme more–.”

You tut with a small smirk on your lips, rocking back and forth to coat his trousers in your own arousal that's seeped through your underwear.

“Oh, look at you, you gonna cum in your pants, baby? Gonna prove how pathetic you are to mommy?” You feel the muscles in his shoulders and back tighten. “C'mon sweetheart, cum for me, ruin those pants.”

Sweet moans and whimpers tumble from the man's rosy lips as he finally lets go, staining his boxers enough that you feel the wetness as it soaks a spot on his trouser leg.

His grip on your hips loosens, but he doesn't stop whimpering, soft babbles and huffs escaping his throat as he calms down. You stroke his head, combing your fingers through his hair as your hips slow. “Good boy, you're such a good boy, Steven.” You smile brightly at him, despite the fact his eyes are still shut.

They only flutter open when he feels your hand stroking his cheek and tilting his head down.

“Are you ok, baby? How do you feel?”

His cheeks are flushed bright red still, beads of sweat sitting on his forehead from the warmth of his button-up shirt. A smile cracks across his face as he nods shyly, “I'm ok– great, yeah.. I'm great, actually.”

“You sure? I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?”

He shakes his head and tilts face to kiss your palm. “No, you didn't, love. I promise.”

His eyes drift down to the wet patch on his trousers, your eyes following as you chuckle softly.

“Should probably change…” He mumbles while resting his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” You place a kiss on his neck as you embrace him, ignoring the fact that he will most definitely be late to work… again.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

♡ Hunger ♡

୨୧ Note: brain empty, I only got one thought: Wesker. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you'll like it too 🥰 your feedback is important to me, so don't hesitate to speak your mind!

୨୧ Plot: Wesker is into you and it's not afraid to show it. However, when he sees that the crush is mutual, he doesn't hesitate to tease you. Things heat up pretty fast.

୨୧ Pair: Albert Wesker x F!Reader

୨୧ Tags: teasing, fingering, slight choking, dirty talk, praise, oral sex, unprotected sex.

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Wesker was never shy to express his attraction towards you. You can feel it when he is looking behind those dark shades. He doesn't have to remove his glasses, you can feel the intensity when he is near you. And when he smiles at you with those dimples... it just makes your legs weak.

Wesker knew that the attraction was mutual, of course, and he had so much fun when teasing you. He liked how his simple presence was enough to make you act like a lunatic and how his mere touch would make you lose your words.

One time, when you were in the elevator alone with him, he got closer to you and hunched a bit until his nose was only a few inches from your hair.

"New perfume?" he asked in a low tone.

"Yeah...you like it?" You asked a little confused. Nevertheless, you liked the closure.

"Yeah...it's very...sweet."

"Wanna smell it better?" You tiled your head a bit, giving him access to your neck. Your body was leaning onto the metal bar seductively.

He hummed.

"Maybe some other time."

The elevator stopped at the next floor. Wesker patted your shoulder and left nonchalantly, leaving you alone with the embarrassment of acting like a bitch in the heat. Your cheeks turned red instantly, and the interaction just deflated you.

After that, you ignored him completely, hoping he'd forget the elevator incident, but it turns out he doesn't like to be ignored.

Small touches followed. He'd rub your shoulders gently, his hands would fall low on your back. He once "accidentally" pressed his body onto yours, and you could feel his erection, which was fun, it made you stay awake all night fantasising about his dick.

A few weeks pass in which you haven't seen him. Of course he was a busy guy; running this shitshow must be hard, but you were still worried about his well-being. Was he getting enough rest? Was he eating properly?

"Jeez..." you thought, sighing. You didn't even fuck, and you were already acting like his wife.

"Why the long face, honey?" said a familiar voice from behind, with a hint of seduction in the tone.

"Believe it or not, I was actually thinking about you." You said, smirking. Albert Wesker sat in front of you, carrying his tray. "I actually missed you around."

"Hmmm, I don't believe it. I bet you didn't even notice that I was gone."

"But I did, and I was worrie-wondering where have you been."

"Yeah, yeah, you and the rest of my employees." He pretended to be hurt and said it in a sad voice with a hint of drama.

"The difference is that I actually give a shit about you."

he chuckled.

"The food is fresh; why order from somewhere else?" you asked, noticing that he ordered takeout.

"Because I know how 'fresh' it is. Trust me."

"Ewww...that's explains the cramps..."

You two finished your food in silence. You could notice how Wesker would peek at you from time to time, and see the hunger in his eyes. He surely wanted to devour something else, and you couldn't resist giving him what he wanted.

"Is there something wrong, Doctor Wesker?" You put the accent on the last words because you knew how much he liked it when you called him like that.

"No, it's just that something is caching my eyes recently, and it's hard to ignore it."

"Oh, can I do something to help you?" you asked in a very innocent voice, batting those beautiful eyelashes of yours.

"Well, you'd have to leave, but that'd be so cruel, especially since I haven't seen you in such a long time."

"Maybe we can go somewhere where you can look at me how much you want." you said as you gently slid your fingers along the table until you reached his.

What's funny is that the cafeteria was full. What's funnier is the look of the people faces when Albert Wesker guided you out of the room in a hurry.

He was aiming for his office. While in the elevator, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in a lingering, passionate kiss, which made you realise how hungry he was for you.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers moving to grab his golden locks. His hands were all over your body, caressing and grabbing your soft flesh. He just couldn't pick a favourite spot.

"God, I want you," he said between his teeth as he squeezed your ass hard and bit your lower lip. This sudden move made you even wetter.

The elevator stopped. When the doors opened, you noticed that the floor wasn't as big as you imagined. It was just a narrow, long, and poorly illuminated corridor. There were some lamps on the walls that emitted a dim, warm light. The walls were painted black.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, noticing that you stopped touching him.

"No, no, I just never expected you to take me to your villain lair."

"It does look like one, doesn't it?"

He looked around and began to think of ways to make this floor more menacing, but he was pulled out of his thoughts when you grabbed his ass.

"Come on, loverboy, you can destroy the world later."

He chuckled and began kissing you again.

You didn't have any time to look around his office as he threw your body on the couch and quickly came on top of you. God, his frame was huge.

His lips found you again, and now the kiss got more intense and intimate. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. As he rubbed himself onto your body, you could feel his growing erection.

"Albert..." you moaned his name.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered with his low, raspy voice. His soft lips pressed repeatedly on your neck, giving you these soft, delightful yet agonising kisses.

"I want..."

His lips travelled to your check, then your jawline, and then your neck.

"Hmm, you were right...it does smell better up close," he said as he rubbed his nose over your sensitive skin.

"Told ya back then, when you teased me."

"I didn't tease you; I just couldn't do this."

You felt a sharp pain as he sank his teeth into your flesh. then he loosened the bite, and his tongue began to make circles all over the place.

"Fuck..." you place a hand behind his head, pushing him closer.

"Tell me what you want..."

"I want you inside me." Your hands moved to his hips, gripping onto his pants to push him deeper between your legs. You moaned, frustrated, as the thin fabric of your clothes was separating you from your prize.

Wesker kept nibbling on your skin, his tongue going all over your neck, tasting every inch of you. His hands, which by now resided at the sides of your body, were now fumbling at your blouse, trying to expose your chest.

"God, I've been wanting to do this for so long...ever since you showed up in that dress."

"The black one..." You made a sudden pause and exhaled deeply as you felt his tongue running circles around one of your nipples. He quickly gave attention to your other breast as well, running the sensitive, hard bud between his big thumbs.

"Don't...stop."

You could feel your core getting wetter and wetter as Wesker kept on playing with your chest. He gave each one of your boobs great attention, and if he'd been going on like that, you would've come in your pants.

He stopped, and your frustration was very obvious by your whines. That was, however, only for a few seconds, as you soon felt his hands sliding across your abdomen until they reached your pants.

"Let's see how wet you are..." he said, full of himself. His fingers moved at the edge of the fabric, sliding it down your legs until he revealed your pussy. You wasted no second and spread wide for him, showing him what he craved for.

"God, I want you so bad," he said in a longing, thirsty way as he slid on the sofa, pushing his hips back so he could face your slick cunt. From there, he gave your folds a shy lick. God, his tongue was so wide, it reached everything effortlessly. He gave you another one, and another one, going from your hole to your clit and then back to your hole, as if he tried to clean you.

"Fuck...this feels amazing," you moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing him closer.

"I'm just getting started." His soft lips moved to your clit, starting to suck that little bud until you felt it swelling, and he didn't stop there; no, he also used his tongue and moved it in every direction possible, sending you over the edge.

You could feel him moaning; he didn't even try to hide his pleasure, and he was determined to make you feel the same. As his mouth kept eating you, he pushed inside two of his thick fingers inside your clenching hole.

"Hmm, so tight," he said, pushing deeper and deeper until he reached his knuckles.

It felt so good already—his fingers, his tongue, God, he was divine—but it still wasn't enough to relieve the burning desire you had for his cock.

"Albert..." you said breathlessly, with your last strength.

A gentle touch on his silky-smooth hair was enough to make him understand what you wanted next.

With a smug on his face, he slowly removed his clothes. His abdomen was like that of a Greek God; his abs were very defined. Under the dim light, you could see his muscles flexing as he was unbuttoning his pants.

After much teasing and anticipation, you finally saw the cock that was rubbing onto you on those occasions, and it did not disappoint. He was above average when it came to girth and length and was slightly curvy at the top. The tip was already leaking, and it was swollen red.

"Come on...." you whispered, bitting your lower lip.

Wesker gave his cock a few strokes and bent over you. Using one hand, he guided his dick to your hole, and he began to push inside little by little.

"Shhh...you are doing so great..." he cooed, caressing your cheeks as he saw you struggle only with the very fist inches. "How will you be able to take all of it if you struggle now...?"

Seeing the shock on your face, he chuckled and pressed his lips onto yours. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, holding onto him as you felt a lot of emotions at that moment.

Your bodies were tangled onto each other. Wesker kept pushing his cock inside you very, very slowly. You felt him stretching you, but the burning sensation was fading, and it was being replaced with pleasure. Before you knew it, he began to move his hips, thrusting at a decent pace, not to hurt you, and enough to please your cunt.

"God...." he began in a guttural tone, opposed to the soft way he used to speak by far. It sounded more impatient and greedy. "You are simply wonderful..." You felt a powerful grip on your hair and a sudden jolt that made you tilt your head. Once your neck was exposed, he didn't hesitate to assault your flesh.

He was aggressive, his teeth biting without considering your yelps or the bruises he left. It was harder and harder to keep his composure, losing his control with every thrust.

"I love your cunt so much, it's squeezing me like crazy."

"Everything for you, Albert." You said, and the desperation was showing.

"You are such a pathetic whore," he said, grinning at you with pride. How easily you threw yourself into his arms, how easily you spread your legs to him, and how eager you were to please him. "Tell me...he began in a confident, cocky tone. "Can you take the last inches for me?"

You nodded. Your nails dug deeper into his flesh as he completely buried himself inside of you. Between heavy breaths and a few moans, his name made its way on your lips in such a desperate yet lustful way, indicating how much you were clinging onto him both physically and emotionally.

The couch was shaking underneath you. Wesker had picked up the pace, moving one hand to your ass and attempting to push your hips higher. His cock was now sliding in and out with ease, and he was rubbing your sweet, sweet spot from inside.

"Let's go deeper." He said very determined, and before you could protest, he threw your legs over his shoulders and bent again over you, caging your body under his much stronger one.

"Albert," you said, almost incoherently. The sensation overwhelmed you because you never had someone to go as deep as he did, and you most certainly didn't have anyone to go at his speed.

"You are taking me so well, my love. I am so proud of you."

His bright blue eyes were looking down at your pretty face. You could see the pride in his eyes and feel the vanity that was gently stroked by the joy of subduing someone so easily.

"Look at you...I want to ruin you." Albert picked up that pace, that moment when your limbs just felt too weak to hold onto him. His speed, his length—all of those made you feel so vulnerable. As if you weren't numb already, you felt a hand chocking you, not only making it difficult for you to breathe, but it also hurt a bit as he was pressing on the bruises.

Your tiny hands were wrapped around it, holding with your dear life. You loved when he was rough with you; you loved when he claimed your body and when he'd mark it. That's why you never knew when it hit you; the orgasm was so intense that it made your whole body shake. Your cunt violently clenched around Albert's cock, helping him reach his own release. A very deep, guttural moan escaped his lips as he shot his load inside you. A few long, thick spurts filled you to the brim.

Your limbs fell weak on the couch.

A few moments passed in silence. The room was filled with your heavy breaths. Your exhausted bodies were lying on the couch. Wesker was sitting, having your legs over his lap. He gently massaged your thighs and calves, which would occasionally spam. You were still lying on your back, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you alright?" he asked, showing a little concern.

"Yeah, I'll fine, thanks. How are you? Did you enjoy it?" You didn't want to raise and meet his eyes because you were afraid of a painful rejection. Once your head returned from the clouds and you finally had a clear judgement, you felt a strong urge to leave and never speak of this again. You were just waiting for your legs to stop shaking.

"If I enjoyed it?" he said, chuckling.

That didn't help your anxiety.

"I loved it," he finally answered after a few seconds of silence and emphasised the word 'love'. God, he loved to tease you.

"That's great; I loved it too." You pushed his chest with your foot in a playful manner, a moment in which he grabbed it and began to kiss it. His lips left a trail from your toes to your ankles, and he was approaching dangerously fast to your calves.

Something told you that your work there was not done yet.

[astraystayyh]

Young and beautiful

hyunjin x reader. mutual obsession. lots of fluff. they are in love your honor (but still haven't told each other).

feedback is highly appreciated <3

You never really understood the difference between loving someone and being in love with them.

That is until you met Hyunjin.

You didn't love him the way you loved sunsets or the smell of earth after the rain.

You were in love with him. You were so submerged in Hyunjin's love that it was all you could feel within you at times.

Other emotions come and go in you, like tidal waves lapping softly at the shore. But the love for him stays- it echoes inside you like the distant ringing of a cathedral bell.

You imagined that your love for Hyunjin slowly seeped into your body and intertwined itself with every atom that formed you. That loving him became a certainty for your being, just like your name or the lines stretching across your palm.

Still, despite all those grand feelings you harbored, you never dared to confess to him. Those five words were stuck in your throat, and you had to force them down each time Hyunjin existed near you.

You didn't want to scare him off. But most importantly, you didn't want him to feel forced to reciprocate your feelings.

So you didn't say it. But you kissed the mole under his eye whenever his face was close enough to you. You sent him daily reminders to drink water because he tended to forget it. And you slipped encouraging notes in the pockets of his jackets, so he'd find them randomly throughout his days.

Those were wordless confessions you sent his way in the hopes that he'd understand. That he'd feel your love and he'd store it inside him, keeping it safe until the day you finally found the courage to say it.

And on mornings like this one, it was especially hard to not shout your love for the whole world to hear.

You rose before Hyunjin, and the sun was streaming through your curtains- its golden rays casting an ethereal glow on his sleeping figure. You slowly trace the outline of Hyunjin's face, sliding your finger down his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose and his plump lips. His lips reminded you of soft cushions, rosy and yours.

"Morning, angel," he whispers, eyes still closed, and you bury your head in his neck, "Morning, baby."

His arms instinctively wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough with him. You wished you could crawl inside of him and build a home for you to rest in there.

Hyunjin places a soft kiss on the top of your head, and you retaliate by kissing his neck. Once, twice, and then you stop counting.

"I think the rest of my body is getting jealous of my neck," he giggles and you lean away, smiling cheekily. "Really? We can't have that, can we?"

"No, that'd be sooo unfair," he pouts playfully and you laugh, before straddling his lap. You start with a kiss to his forehead and he smiles at you so brightly, you feel sorry for the sun shining outside, for it could never rival with your Hyunjin.

You then kiss his eyes- the left one first, then the right one. The tip of his nose is next, his rosy cheeks follow, and finally, his mouth. His lips move against yours slowly, his hands finding your hair and gently threading through it. There was no rush- you had the rest of your life to love him.

When you both inevitably pull away, panting for air, Hyunjin grabs your hand and places it on top of his wildly beating heart.

"You feel it?" he asks breathlessly and you nod timidly in response. Sometimes you couldn't believe the effect you had on him.

"Whenever you laugh, I feel as if my heart is in the palm of your hand. And you are squeezing it to the beat of your laugh," he speaks quietly, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"When you kiss me, I feel as if my skin is on fire, tingling all over from your lips. But it's not a burning sensation, it's more of a warm one. You make me forget all the days I've spent feeling cold before you." He clasps your hand in his tightly, as if holding it gave him the force to speak.

"And when you look at me I feel as if you are the answer to all my prayers. Even the ones I haven't made yet." He pauses, gazing deeply into your eyes, "You are everything to me, yn. And I don't- I don't mind if you don't feel the same. I love you enough for the both of us."

"You love me?" you question, eyes wide staring into his. It felt as if your heart was leaping out of your chest, leaving you dazed in its trail.

"I do."

You start to giggle, bewildered by his words, which then morphs into a fullblown laugh. Hyunjin simply looks at you, a confused smile adorning his face.

"So you're telling me," you try to speak through your laughter, "I've been torturing myself for the past weeks so I wouldn't tell you and you love me?"

"Wait. You love me too?"

"Do I love you?" you repeat incredulously, "Hyunjin you are everything I've ever loved and more in human form."

"Say it," he whispers breathlessly and you beam at him.

"I am in love with you, Hwang Hyunjin."

"Say it again," he grins, as he grabs your body and spins it around, until you are laying on the bed and he's hovering over you.

"I am in love with you."

"Again."

"I'm in love with you," you giggle and he sighs happily, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I think your laugh just gained a strong competitor."

"What do you mean?"

"You saying I love you has just become my favorite sound," he explains, kissing your forehead gently.

"My poor laugh was dethroned?" you ask and he nods sadly, "Unfortunately. But you know what my favorite favorite sound will be ?"

"What?"

"You saying yes when I ask you to marry me."

"Who says my answer is yes?" you tease, even as an evident blush creeps up your neck.

"I'll keep asking until you agree."

"it might take time."

"I'll still ask even when I'm seventy."

"Yeah? even when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" you joke, referencing to one of your favorite songs to listen to together.

"Nonsense, you'll always be beautiful. And I...", he leans down, bopping his nose with yours, "I will love you till my last breath."

"You do love me," you whisper in relief, any hint of teasing gone from your voice and he smiles softly at you.

"More than you'll ever know."

[piratefishmama]

Nest | Part 16

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

“WHAT THE HELL KIND OF OPERATION ARE YOU RUNNIN HERE?!”

Steve felt… numb. He was tired. He was hungry. He felt… lost. It’d happened so fast.

No amount of rational thought could have fixed the conclusion Eddie’s confused mind had come to. No explanation could have cut through the panic, the fear, the pain, that radiated from the omega, the air that’d been filled with such a sweet desire replaced far quicker with pain, anger, confusion and fear he’d been choking on it, the air vents unable to clear it quick enough, he’d been struggling to talk, struggling to breathe when the doors had opened.

Security had gotten him out. A Beta dragged him out by the scruff of his shirt while another two worked to keep Eddie's panicked, inconsolable self corralled away from him.

It happened so quickly. And now he sat there, his back against the wall, sat on the floor, head in his arms, a patch on his neck to mask the stank of Alpha negativity that'd undoubtedly have choked anyone in his immediate vicinity, a scrap of fabric in his hand, and Robin beside him, unusually quiet, her arm wrapped around his shoulders as they listened to the eldest Munson react as any guardian would in this situation.

He’d left his nephew at a clinic to be taken care of, under medical advisement, had undoubtedly spent the majority of the week worried sick, and then receive a call from clinic security claiming something had gone wrong. Wayne Munson had turned up in a rusted old pick up truck that screeched as it pulled up into the carpark ten minutes after security had completely ignored Owens's instructions to leave it alone, and did their job in contacting him.

nobody could blame them, it was their job to contact Eddie's next of kin should something go wrong.

It all happened so fast.

He couldn’t see Eddie. Eddie who was still in recovery, Eddie who still needed him. Eddie, who wasn’t done with his heat yet and needed to be taken care of and soothed by his alpha for at least another day or so, it wasn’t healthy to cut it short there.

Eddie still needed him. He could go into another spiral, he could hurt himself, he could—

He couldn’t hear Owens replies, could only hear Wayne Munson, the man rightfully furious that they’d allowed an alpha into his nephews room when the man was at his most vulnerable. It didn’t matter that Eddie was a grown adult man, it didn’t matter that he didn’t need a guardian.

And it didn’t matter that nothing had happened. Eddie thought something had, and in the state he was in, nothing could convince him otherwise.

The door opened, both Steve and Robin looked up in unison, both shrinking back as Wayne looked down at them both with understandable fury, nothing they could even argue against, and turned to Owens with a clipped “I want my nephew here in two minutes ready to go” Owens opened his mouth to argue, hell Steve opened his mouth to argue but Wayne simply held up his hand cutting them both off, “I don’t give two flyin fucks what you lot think, my nephew is coming home. Now. The worst is over, I’ll handle the rest.” Steve shrunk back under his harsh glare, too exhausted to formulate a reason as to why that was a bad idea.

It’d be fine. Wayne was family. The worst was over he was right, and sure the next twenty four to forty eight hours could go in either direction, he had to trust that Wayne could handle it.

That didn’t stop him from scrambling to his feet the moment Wayne turned to walk away though, desperation in the voice he barely managed to find “W-wait! Wait, please… Mr. Munson, I swear… I didn’t hurt him, an I know—I know that’s hard to believe, I get that, but—but could you… could you give him this, at least just—it’ll help, it’ll help him” Wayne looked at him through cold eyes, his expression damn near thunderous, silent for a moment, he dipped his gaze to the scrap of fabric in Steve’s hands, the towel.

Just a little towel.

A towel Eddie had clung to throughout the night, so close to his face, a comfort. Something still drenched in Steve. Wayne looked down at it with narrowed eyes and for a moment, Steve thought he’d refuse.

That he’d shoot him down without mercy, but something in him just couldn’t seem to do that.

That cold gaze softened, just a little, his shoulders relaxed as if acceptance had won some kind of internal battle inside of him, then wordlessly he took the towel with a subtle nod, and made his way out to wait at the front.

Security would bring Eddie out. He wasn’t a danger to anyone but himself in the final stage, not really. The final stage of a heat was just… recovery. An Omega needed comfort, they needed something or someone familiar, in shared heat situations they needed their alpha to take care of them or they could spiral.

They needed to be pampered. To be reassured. To be loved.

Every fibre of Steve’s being ached to be the person doing that for Eddie. He felt untethered. Unmoored, lost. He needed to be doing something, but he couldn’t and there was nothing even close to that something to fill the gap not doing it left behind.

He didn’t even get to say goodbye. Barely caught a glimpse of the Omega as he was guided through the barren halls toward the exit, dressed in clothes that’d no doubt be uncomfortable, itchy, scratchy on his sensitive skin, his head down never once looking up, never once looking his way.

The halls had been cleared of staff for Eddie’s safety. He still smelled like an Omega in heat.

It shouldn’t have happened like that. Eddie should have still been in his room, should have been able to wake up peacefully in his nest, should have woken up to a warm, comforting embrace, but instead it’d been panic. Fear, and confusion and Steve didn’t even know if it’d been avoidable.

Maybe if another alpha had been there, maybe if it wasn’t him. Maybe everything would have progressed as it normally should have.

“Go home Steve” Owens placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, voice so soft Steve barely caught it. “You should uh… take some time off, okay?” Steve barely managed to tear his gaze away from the doors Eddie had walked through, but when he did it was with eyes full of unspoken panic. “You’re not in trouble, Steve. We kept watch all night you… you’re an exemplary Alpha, truly a credit to your kind… your self-restraint is… well, I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen it for myself, but I think it's best if you still take some time off. Use some of those holiday days you’ve built up, paid, of course, I think two weeks should cover it.”

“But—”

Owens held up his hand to silence him, before turning to Robin, who’d been doing her best to keep Steve grounded with her presence alone. It worked. Kind of. He wasn’t stinking up the hallway, but that could have probably been due to the patch covering his scent glands rather than anything she was doing. “Miss Buckley, take him home would you?”

“I uh… I can’t drive but—but sure, yeah, I’ll uhm, I’ll get him home. Should I come right back, orr—”

“Take the rest of the day. You’ve earned it.” She hadn't actually gone home much like Owens, so technically she'd have been due to start a new shift in around half an hour, but... alright.

And then he was gone, walking back into his office, and closing the door behind him, leaving both Robin and Steve alone in the hallway, none-the-wiser about what he was going to be getting up to in there, but neither having enough energy to really care.

“I told him after his heat we could… that we could—” be together, that all Eddie had to do was wait one more day, one more. And they could be together, that it’d be okay then… “I promised him, Robbie…”

“I know, Stevie… let’s just get you home.”

"...Okay." As if he had any other choice.

Part 18

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 21

Alt: Rainy Day

Pairing: Loki x gn!Reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, cuddling, pet names (my love), not beta read

Summary: When your plans for a walk get ruined, you and your boyfriend decide to have a lazy afternoon instead. Word count: 886

A/N: You don't need to have read day 11 for this (it's just a drabble!). I chose this alt because today is Stormy night and i think they follow on nicely. - Love, Grem x

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Rain pitter-pattered against the window of your apartment, rivulets of water streaming down the glass in hurried patterns.

You huff against the pane. Your breath catches on the surface of the glass making it go cloudy with condensation. The sound of the rain was soothing but the cold made you shiver. Not for long, however, as a blanket was soon draped over your shoulders. You glanced up from your seat, smiling as you met the emerald eyes of your boyfriend.

"Hey you," You chuckle as Loki’s arms wrap around you. You peck his cheek softly and he hums, squeezing you tighter. "Think we may have to raincheck our walk."

"Oh dear, what a shame." Loki smirks into your neck and you know he's not even remotely sorry. Your boyfriend prefers the indoors to the outdoors. He only went on the short walks around your apartment with you because you liked doing it. And it wasn't exactly a difficult task to go on a walk.

But Loki much preferred the rainy days with you. He never used to enjoy the rain but now he knew it meant keeping you close and keeping warm and he wished the rain would never stopped.

"My love, come to the living room." Loki pleaded softly, tugging you away from the window.

"Why? What's there?" You tease, stepping backwards and following him, his arms still wrapped around you.

"More blankets," Loki murmurs. "And fresh tea."

You enter the living room and see the display for yourself, giggling slightly with excitement and you're heart warming. Loki could be so effortlessly romantic when he wanted to be. There was a comforter piled high on the sofa with another two blankets and pillows like a poor attempt at a blanket fort. Steam billowed from a teapot on the coffee table, two mugs, a small jug of milk and a pot of sugar nestled beside it. It looked like heaven.

"All this for me?" You said sweetly, pecking his cheek again.

"All for you." Loki confirms before snapping his fingers loudly. The large unused candle on the coffee table springs to life, the flame flickering wildly and then settling to a soft crackle.

Your heart skips with delight. It looks so utterly cosy and it doesn't take you long to start dragging Loki to the sofa, burying under the blankets and settling next to him with a dreamy sigh. Loki chuckles at your soft expression and pours two mugs of tea, settling back into the sofa with a pleased smile.

"Do you like all of these pillows and blankets, my love?" He asks, peering at your face hidden in the blankets over his mug.

"They're comfy." You cosy up next to him, looking up at him from his shoulder with big, round eyes.

Loki bites back a smile. "But?" He presses.

"But," you continue with a cheeky smile. "I'd love for you to read to me too. That'd make it perfect."

Loki’s cheeks grow pink and his green eyes glimmer with joy. He waves a hand and his book apparates into his palm. Loki all but throws his mug back onto the table, freeing up his other arm to wrap around you again, bringing you closer to his chest. You chuckle as you settle onto his shoulder, curling against him under the blankets.

Loki hurriedly updates you on his book so that you know some of the characters and context, despite the fact you only care about resting on him and listening to his voice. Shortly after Loki begins to read to you, he begins to feel a little self conscious. It's only when he stops and you look at him begging him to continue that he concedes.

"You have a beautiful voice." You murmur, rubbing your face into his shirt. There was something about the cosy warmth that made you feel slightly sleepy.

"You think so?" Loki presses a tender kiss to your head, grateful you can't see how bright his cheeks are burning.

"Mmhmm," you hum, breathing in that gentle pine smell you've come to love. "I like hearing it. I thought you did too."

Loki grins down at you with a scoff. "Thank you, my love."

Your body shudders when you giggle. "I couldn't help but get one little dig. Besides, I think your voice is soothing."

"Is that a hint to continue?"

You look up at him with a beaming, albeit sleepy, smile. "Please."

Loki continues to read aloud to you, eventually stroking your head soothingly once he'd settled into a rythymn. That didn’t make you stay awake much longer; your eyes fluttered against his shirt and you short, soft breaths breathed in his scent. You fell asleep with a soft smile on your features that Loki didn't see for over an hour. He was too wrapped up in the story, focusing on reading to you unaware that you'd dozed off in his arms.

When he finally did notice, he couldn't tell if he should be offended or feel incredibly loved (leaning towards the latter). He kissed your head again and continued to read in silence next to you, letting you nap on him. His heart fluttered anytime you'd stir or huff particularly loudly in your sleep. Days like this were his favourite.

He'd have to ask Thor for favours more often.

[irisintheafterglow]

so anyways secret relationship with volleyball player bf!suguru

"special delivery?"

he perks up when he hears your voice, turning to face you with a smile, dark eyes shining. he's still in his track jacket and his hair is down, so you figure they haven't started warmups yet. you were right on time.

"hey, pretty." he's trying so hard not to outwardly freak out that you're here, but excitement still seeps into his voice. he has to physically stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground; god forbid the rest of the team figured out he had a partner since keeping satoru's mouth shut was difficult enough. still, the reserved, cool guy façade always melts away when you're around. "what're you doing here?"

"eh, just came by to see my favorite player." you maintain a respectful distance from him, as if you didn't know every inch of his body like it was your own. as if you haven't memorized every line of corded muscle or rough patch on his hands. as if he wasn't yours.

"oh?" his pretty mouth quirks teasingly. "and who would that be? maybe i could help you find him." he takes a step toward you and, in turn, you step backward. his lips part in surprise and your knees threaten to give out from how hot his stare feels on your body.

"i don't think that'd be such a good idea."

he scoffs, finally understanding what you were doing. you liked playing this game with him before every match you were able to watch, seeing how far you could flirt with him and play hard to get before he breaks. he was good, but you were better.

"it wouldn't?" his eyebrows furrow, eyebrows that you had trimmed and cleaned up days before. the same eyes that looked up from your lap with so much love now narrowed with suspicion.

"no," you sigh with exaggerated dramatics, putting on your best fake pout. "i don't wanna break his concentration before such a big game. he tells me semi-finals are pretty important." and so are you, his mind is screaming. every nerve in his body just wants to touch you, hold you, show how much he loves you.

and you're exploiting every ounce of restraint he's struggling to hold down.

you turn to leave, hearing his breath hitch behind you, and take a few careful steps away from him. "maybe i'll catch him when he's done, though i do have a pretty busy schedule-" you smirk in triumph when his hand gently but firmly grabs your wrist, spinning you to face him and determinedly pressing his lips to yours. gossip be damned, you were driving him absolutely out of his mind. you smile against his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to his nose before pulling away slightly to find his hands on your waist. your arms instinctually wrap around his neck like they have hundreds of times before. "hello, boyfriend."

"hello, lover. done with your silly game?"

"mhmm, because i'm the winner."

"how so?"

"got to skip out on some boring council summit to see my smoking hot boyfriend play with balls." his fingers pinch your side lightly and you yelp.

"it's only one ball," he corrects while dropping his voice to a suggestive volume, "and maybe we can discuss later what you know about playing with balls." your face feels like it was set on fire as he laughs and you try to wiggle out of his grip to no avail, opting to lightheartedly slap his bicep. "oops. too far?"

"get your mind out of the gutter. this is what i mean by distracting you before a game."

"to be fair, i was only joining you in the gutter; you were there first. also, i don't understand why you think i won't get distracted every time you're around."

"should i stop coming around, then?"

his face becomes lethally serious. "don't you fucking dare."

you chuckle, finally remembering why you went to find him before the game in the first place. "oh, you left these at my place and i figured you'd need them today," you say while you fish around in your bag for black hairties. he looks at you like you painted all the stars in the sky when you motion him to turn around and pull his hair back into a sturdy bun. when you're done, he sneaks a quick kiss to your temple before you can pull away, and then several more for good measure. "what happened to 'i want to keep this a secret,' sweetheart?"

"sorry, i tend to lose my composure when my smoking hot council president ditches events for me." he nudges his nose against yours sweetly and your eyes flutter shut.

"it's okay, i'm sure they'll forgive you." when you open a single eye, wary of the sudden silence, you catch several shocked pairs of eyes over suguru's muscled shoulder. satoru is watching with his hands raised in surrender, as if to say that it wasn't his fault. "however, you may have some explaining to do to the others."

"that can wait," he murmurs. "i need to focus on winning now that my biggest distraction is here."

my mind is a cacophony of vb player satoru, vb player suguru, hq sakusa, and hq suna and i'm having a hard time distinguishing who is who at this point LMAO but anyways hope you liked this <3

[glitterjay]

can i ask for enhypen rection at yn waking up from a nightmare?

im still keeping up with all of ur post but i always forget to send something 🤌🏼

have a great day <3

⭐️ anon

⭒ fluff, mention of nightmare, crying, ot7

⭒ c's note: it's nice to see you again in my ask, ⭐️'anon! reblogs are appreciated

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heeseung had woken up because he felt the way your body kept moving around on the other side of the bed. "baby?" he called, but he received no answer. he could see from the light coming from outside that your eyebrows were furrowed and how tightly you were holding onto the blanket. he placed a hand on your waist, and you woke up. you sat up straight, sweat dripping off your face and tears running down your eyes. he was quick to bring you into his arms, brushing your hair as a way to calm you down while he tried to sing you back to sleep, just as if you were a baby. he'd ask if you wanted to talk about it or just go back to sleep with his arms wrapped around you to feel safe. it was always your choice.

you had woken up from a very bad nightmare, startled and shaking. you looked around frantically, only to calm down a little after seeing your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. jay had always reassured you that it was okay to wake him up if you needed anything, so you didn't hesitate to call his name. he was quick to sit up with you and talk out what had happened, one of his hands resting on your lower back, rubbing circles to help your fear ease. he'd gladly stay awake all night until you felt well enough to go back to sleep.

jake was busy watching videos on his phone, awake pretty late at night when he noticed how hard and fast you started breathing in your sleep. he set his phone aside, calling your name softly to wake you up. to his dismay, the reason you had woken up was not because you heard him but because the fear you felt was too much for you to handle. "hey, hey, I'm here." he'd hug you really tight, whispering sweet words to calm you down. he'd even offer to show you what he was watching in hopes that'd ease your worries.

sunghoon always slept while cuddling you, one way or another. so when he felt you shake and twist under the covers, he was quick to tighten his grip. he would kiss your cheek, neck, and shoulder blades, reassuring you that you weren't alone and that he was there with you. his hands would caress your skin softly, actually lulling you back to sleep.

sunoo was quick to react when you shot up in fear. your breath was rapid, and your hands were frantically searching for something to hold onto. sunoo offered his hand and carefully let you regain your composure before speaking. he brushed away the strands of hair covering your face, assuring you that it was okay to cry and let it out. he reassured you that he would be there to listen to everything and that nightmares were not something to be ashamed of.

it took jungwon a few minutes to realize you were sitting in the bed, hugging your legs close to your chest. he was quick to ask what was wrong, and when you told him it was a nightmare, his face softened. he'd get up and run to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and the first snack that crossed his path. he'd then sit in front of you and talk you out of it as you drank some water and ate the snack. he'd invite you to take a spot between his legs, claiming it was safer and that no nightmares could get past him, and surprisingly, it's true.

ni-ki sleeps in late most of the time, but it caught him off guard seeing you awake so late at night. you didn't have to tell him for him to notice you had a nightmare, so he'd pull out netflix and put on a kids' show for you. he'd make silly remarks about the characters while one of his hands holds yours, the other drawing patterns on the back of your hand. he'd talk and talk because he knows the noise helps you drift off without thinking about the nightmare, and he'd sigh in satisfaction when you're fast asleep on his shoulder.

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🕊️ *⁠.⁠✧ LUCIFER × READER *⁠.⁠✧ 🕊️

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ WARNING:

None! Just fluff!

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ GENRE/THEMES:

Speculative romantic attraction. Romance. Fluffy romance. Fateful love

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ SYNOPSIS:

You and Lucifer engage in a special moment together where truth becomes known

First impressions hit hard as always for you. At times, you could be so perceptive about the smallest of details —Like Lucifer, for example, you felt as if you could read him inside and out; He seemed like the type of guy who desired to dance in drizzling rain with sad romantic ballads playing in the background. Or well, in a nutshell, he was a hopeless romantic - he was someone who was internally hoping that something, anything, would work out for him. You wanted to be that someone to him. The someone that'd be there for him through the thick and through the thin.

You couldn’t help but notice strands of the hair falling into Lucifer's face, instinctively, you reached out and brushed them out of his face, gently tucking them aside - to which that caught the king's attention. He looked at you, as if he were a mere child struck by the wonderment of something so beautiful, so captivating. He then blinked, his eyes roaming around the vacant room before resting upon you once again. You recognized a hint of mischief in his twinkling hues; he had something in mind...

"May I have this dance, my dear?" Bowing before you, Lucifer extended his hand out to you. "It'd mean the world to me."

Butterflies formed in the pit of your stomach.

Maybe he too wanted to be a someone to you.

"you're not.... you're not messing with me are you?" You questioned him cautiously.

"messing with you?" Lucifer looked up at you with a genuine smile. "I wouldn't even think of it."

"quite bold, are you?" You finally accepted his hand and he eagerly pulled you flushed against his body.

Bold, you were right. He was bold enough for a situation like this.

"Only when it comes to you, darling." Lucifer stated.

"really?" You found yourself spinning into his embrace after he had twirled you around in one quick motion. Panicked, you looked up to see that your faces were mere inches apart, his eyes exploring your features lazily. It almost seemed like he was one of those princes in a disney movie that you wished your whole life you’d meet and fall for.

Cautiously, Lucifer took your hands in his and said, "I must say, you're just...."

"just what?" The butterflies in your stomach festered intensely.

Lucifer inclined back, seemingly bashful. “Well— you’re very — you seem like a thoughtful person. I’m just glad, glad that you are here. At this hotel." He squeezed your hands reassuringly. "With me."

"you--" Suddenly, your back was met with a firm palm which supported you as you were lowered further back, just above the ground. Instinctively, you locked your arms around Lucifer's neck before continuing, "You're...."

"I'm what?" Lucifer grinned cheekily.

You could've sworn your heart skipped a beat or two. "You're definitely something...."

"that's great, because..." Lucifer hauled you upwards and waited until you were stable before continuing in a gentle tone, "I've always wanted to be something to you."

[ilovetheriddler]

lars pinfield - picking our costumes - fluff and smut please!

An excellent choice! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Costume issues.

(Lars Pinfield x F!Reader.)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 Vaginal Fingering, Neck kissing, Fluff.

"I don't know, lars.... are you sure this costume suits me?"

You stood there a bit confused as to why his idea for a brilliant couples costume was just you wearing his uniform, until you walked into the living room that is, and saw lars standing there with a white bedsheet thrown over himself. You couldn't stop yourself from the fit of laughter that then escaped you.

"Is the laughter a good sign? It's an amusing idea, right?"

"Haha... so let me get this right... you want me to basically be you... and for you to be a British man wearing a bedsheet?"

"W-what?! No! I'm a ghost! I thought that was obvious..."

"I know you're meant to be a ghost, I'm just messing with you!"

His face was slightly flushed as he averted his gaze from your face for a moment, not that you could tell since he quite literally had a bedsheet covering him, with two poorly cut-out eyes holes.... you really hoped that wasn't one of your new ones.

"Oh... i see..."

"I think the premise is really cute.... but are you positive that you want to run around all night with a bedsheet drapped over you?"

"....I wouldn't wear it all night.... that'd be impractical, my dear."

The two of you continued to get ready for the little costume get-together that the rest of the lab was having. However, a certain "ghost" couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He couldn't help it! You just looked so adorable in his uniform!

He pulled the sheet off of him enough to where his head was free and started gently kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you against him and taking in the feeling of you being so close to him.

You couldn't help but giggle as he slowly unzipped the front of the uniform that you were wearing, you two had to leave soon if you were going to make it and yet he couldn't wait, he needed to have just a tiny bit of you right now. Once it was fully unzipped in the front, he slipped his hand into your underwear, which resulted in a surprised gasp from you and your face becoming considerably flushed.

"L-lars! We have to leave soon..."

"I know my love, but I think we should have enough time for just a bit... don't you agree?"

"...Fine... just a bit...."

He carefully ran the tips of his fingers over your folds, choosing to tease you just ever so slightly before slowly slipping one of his fingers inside of you. He always took such pleasure in how warm you felt around either his fingers or cock depending on the moment, it was an addictive feeling for him.

He slipped a second one in after a few moments and carefully started rubbing soft circles on your clitoris with his thumb, driving you closer and closer to the release you needed. His fingers eventually increased in how fast he was moving them in and out of you until you were a moaning and whining mess in his arms.

"L-lars! A-ah.....ah..."

"That's it, good girl... Just let it all go and come for me..."

As the overwhelming feeling hit you, you came with a loud whine of his name and a tight grasp on his arm, breathing a bit unevenly as you came back down from your high. He gently pulled his fingers out of you and zipped the front of the uniform back up, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead as well.

"There you go, you did so good for me, my dear..."

[justforalifetime]

Prompt by @urfriendlywriter - Waking up in their chest, their arms wrapped around you protectively. You just tilt your head and admire the curve of their lips, their lashes and their soft labored breaths as they seem to hold you like you're their most beloved treasure!

Summary- the bestfriends have finally confessed their love, and are waking up in bed after spending an intimate night together.

Characters- M (fmc, reader), P (mmc, reader's childhood bestfriend)

She couldn't remember the last time she had been this comfortable in bed. The last time she had slept so well. The last time she had woken up all cozy and wrapped up in someone's arms.

Actually, that hadn't happened yet. This was a first.

She was awake now, but all this still felt like a dream. They were sharing a bed. She was in his arms. He was hers. For now and forever.

She giggled at how she was literally lying on top of him, and her head resting on his chest made her heart soar. This was everything she had ever hoped for. Everything she had ever dreamed of.

And now it was time to wake up to a new life with him.

M wiggled around, trying to turn her head to look at P without falling off of him. His arms tightened in response and she blushed. He looked so serene, so at peace....as if now that he had her, he never wanted anything else. Never wanted to do anything but hold her and keep her to himself.

On the other hand, M wanted to do a lot of things. Like tracing the curve and arch of his lips, the strong line of jaw, the sharp nose framed by full, flushed cheeks. She would have done all this and so much more, if only she could move her arms!

That's right, she was hugged so tightly to his chest that her arms were leaden and bound at her sides. She groaned softly, trying just a little hard to wriggle and free herself from his hold, when she felt his arms flex and tighten again.

"P" she breathed in sharply, "You jerk! You're awake, aren't you?"

"Mhmhmhmhm" was his reply, and M rolled her eyes at his sleepy grin.

"Uh huh, I know you're awake. Time to get out of bed."

"Nuh uh," he countered, his voice deep and scratchy from sleep. M had heard this voice all through her teenage, had practically grown up with it. And still this time her heart fluttered in delight. He really was hers, wasn't he?

"Can't you spend a few more minutes admiring my charming face?" He asked, and M rolled her eyes before headbutting him in response. She had only managed to slightly nudge his chin when he suddenly rolled over, pinning her under his form.

All breath left M's lungs as she gasped. Caged in his arms like that, there was no where else M would rather be. Putting up a fight, however, was a must.

P descended on her slowly with half lidded eyes and M ducked her head, delaying the inevitable kiss that was bound to turn into a full blown hot as hell makeout session. P crashed into the soft pillow of the hotel bed instead, and M was too busy giggling to notice his arms snake up around her.

"Where," he said slowly, his voice deeper than before, "do you think you're going, Miss?" It was too late, he had her arms pinned above her head and there was nothing, nothing in the world that'd make her fight her way out of his hold this time.

M closed her eyes and moaned softly as P lowered himself over her, blanketing her but not crushing her. "N-nowhere", M stuttered out. Apparently that was the correct answer because in a flash his soft lips were on her neck, kissing and sucking and licking as a hot trail blazed her skin from head to toe. He attacked her neck and shoulders and the hollow of her throat till she was writhing under him, every cell in her body begging for more.

She was ready to demand a proper kiss when he stopped and froze over her. For a second she worried something was wrong, before she recognised the look on his face.

It was the same one she had worn minutes ago, when she had woken up.

It was the look of realization that she was his. Finally, finally they were together. She was his to love, his to adore, his to cherish.

He had been lost for so long, searching for the treasure that had been right beside him all along. Now he had the treasure, his treasure, right here in his arms, and she knew he'd spend his eternity at her altar, protecting her from the world, forever.

M took a chance, deciding to end the moment before either of them got swept in a wave of emotions. "Done admiring my charming face, Mister?" She teased him, still basking in the glow of his adoration. "Because in that case, there's something waiting for us."

P grinned and shook his head before letting her go. "Yeah, your first love? Food?" he rolled his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her nose. "Okay, let's go before the breakfast buffet runs out!"

[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟒)

╰┈➤ two weeks before the release of tired of u, alanna surprises everyone by dropping another single

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media + real life

╰┈➤ masterlist

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alannaoregon surprise !! another single !!! sunset chasing aka my baby is now out on all streaming platforms !!!!

even though some of you guessed it with my youtube video, here's a surprise drop for my sunset lovers out there. this songs hold suchs a special place in my heart because half of it was written while i was in a relationship, and the other after said relationship. i think this songs truly represents how intense and deep my feelings were during my breakup, the first half and seconds half being complete opposites. i hope you all enjoy this song as much as i do

love, lanny 🩵

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lhughes_06 sunsets > sunrise

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 woah now, just because ur always asleep during sunrise doesn't mean others don't enjoy it lhughes_06 @/alannaoregon my deepest apology ma'am

user620 WENT FROM CHASING SUNSETS TO CHASING YOUR ATTENTION

user72 @/user620 MY HEART WAS A COLOUR FULL SKY user910 @/user72 PRECIOUS AS A SUNSET user006 @/user910 YOU WERE LIKE DARK CLOUDS user820 @/user006 TAKING OVER ME WITH NO REMORSE

colecaufield proud of you lanny

alannaoregon @/colecaufield love you coley &lt;3

becky.rivera THATS MY BEST FRIEND

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera my fav girl 💖

user256 if i ever see trevor zegras it's on sight

user826 @/user256 no fr and the nerves he had to follow her again-- user527 @/user826 asshole alert user 027 @/user826 she followed him back-

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user928 you have some nerves posting this today mr zebras

jamie.drysdale can't believe you ditched me for this...

alannaoregon luv u bubs 😽😽

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-REAL LIFE, KENNEWICK, WASH.-

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"Gosh, Trev, can you please calm down." The Oregon girl begged, making her boyfriend stop dead in his track and look at her with wild eyes.

"Easy for you to say! People are worshipping the ground you walk on, and trying to make mine collapse under me, babe!" Trevor exclaimed, waving his arms all around the place.

"Baby, just try to relax, okay?" The girl mumbled, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her hands cupped his cheek, pecking his lips lightly. "You deserve it." She smirked, making Trevor look at her like a mad lady.

"This isn't funny, Lan. They're gonna hunt me down when your album comes out!"

"You should've though about it before breaking my heart, loves." The girl responded after pressing another kiss to the boy's lips.

"Can't you just, like, tell people there's no more bad blood between us so they can leave me alone? Please." The hockey player begged, making the girl sigh before pressing her lips to the tip of his nose.

"I could. But then people would get suspicious, especially since we followed each other, T. If you really want me to, I can, but just think about it, okay?" The girl whispered, her thumbs rubbing circles on his cheekbones. The boy leaned into her touch, closer his eyes and leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.

"What if... what if we just said we're back together?"

"Trust me, Trevs, that'd only make the situation worse. People are gonna hate on you, and I'm gonna be getting called an idiot for getting back with you."

"We can say we're friends, I mean we followed each other back."

"You really want me to?" She asked softly. Trevor quickly shook his head yes against hers, making the girl sigh a bit.

"Do you not want to?" The boy asked, confused by her reaction.

"No, I do, I just don't want to make the situation worse and have people hate on you even more." She explained, her voice low as her hands moved from his face to the side of his neck.

"I'll be fine, baby, don't worry 'bout me."

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alannaoregon i wanna start by saying how thankful and appreciative i am for all the love you guys have shown to my two new singles. you guys truly mean the world to me and i'll forever be thankful for my fanbase !!

my songs are a way for me to express my feelings when it's hard to talk about it. a lot of time i also end up dramatizing the way i feel just to make my songs better. i am a writer, and storyline is what i do. sometimes i write about relationships i've seen in movies or tv shows.

with that being said, death treats being made and sent to someone over my songs are not something that i will allow. i release my songs because i am proud of them, not so people can use it as an excuse to be rude, disrespectful, and mean to others.

kindness is a value that i hold dear to my heart, and seeing my people going after someone who still holds a very special place in my heart is not something that i will tolerate. trevor and i have spoken how our past and are on good terms. his permission was given for these songs to be released so that we could both move on from our relationship. we've both moved on and are very happy in our lives, please respect and accept that.

remember to always be kind and spread positivity to everyone around you, no matter what they might have done to you before, especially if you don't know the whole story.

love you all, lanny 🩵

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user274 dang she really called yall out in that last sentence

user483 @/user274 she ate... but now i wanna know the whole story

lhughes_06 purr lanny talk your shit

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 i've trained you so well 🥹

user836 did he seriously go complain to her abt it... such a child

alannaoregon @/user836 you try receiving dms every minute about how people hope you die and that the world would be a better place without you and then you'll be able to comment on whether he's being a child or no girly :3 user927 @/alannaoregon GASP jackhughes @/alannaoregon girl you ate that up girl alannaoregon @/jackhughes ive truly trained you and lu to perfection 🤭

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"well I can see you."

What did that even mean?

Was he trying to flirt with me?

Surely not!

Although all of me wished that was the case, it couldn't be.

Could it?

I spent the rest of the night, well in to the next morning thinking about his words. I heard a light knocking on my door breaking me from my spiraling thoughts. Jared opens the door, crashing on my bed. I take my hand running it through his shaggy hair, it was something that always calmed him.

"what's up?" I asked him as he sighed.

"just tired, and a little nervous to start filming today." He admitted.

"don't be nervous, you'll be great, you always are." I smiled.

"I'm kind of glad you're coming with."

"kind of?" I scoffed in mock hurt.

"you know what I mean you brat." Jared said shoving my hand away from his hair.

"if anyone is a brat here it's you moose." I teased.

"just shut up and get dressed, we have to leave in a hour."

"you cut me deep moose." I joked.

Jared rolled his eyes before standing up and walking towards the door.

"uh one more thing, just uh stick with me and Jensen today, don't go wandering off like you do." Jared said, referring to my disappearing act last night at the party.

Jensen.

At the mention of his name, the events from last night, his words, it all came flooding back. I bit my lip, once again starting my spiral of overthinking.

"did you hear me?" Jared asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. He could be really annoyingly overprotective sometimes. I reluctantly shook my head in agreement.

"now get out of here!" I groaned throwing a pillow at him.

Jared dodged it easily, laughing before departing from my room.

I quickly got up throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt that read I ❤️Dean Winchester. I got it simply because I knew it would make Jared mad, and as his little sister I had a duty to annoy him as much as possible.

I ran a hand through my hair before descending down the stairs. Jared and Jensen sat in the kitchen, hunched over bowls of cereal. Jared was the first one to look up.

"what are you wearing?" He asked rolling his eyes, causing Jensen to look up too.

I could see the grin spread to Jensen's face.

"I for one love it." He smirked.

Jared rolled his eyes again.

"I can't wear your merch, that'd be weird, besides everyone knows Dean is the superior Winchester." I laughed grabbing the cereal box and dumping some in to my open mouth.

"she's got a point." Jensen said grabbing the cereal box from my hands to pour me a bowl.

"I hate you both." Jared grumbled, getting up to put his bowl in the sink.

I could feel an awkward tension settle between me and Jensen as Jared left the room. It was the first time where I had no clue what to say to him. It seemed like he was struggling with the same thing.

"about last night.." Jensen started but I cut him off.

"what about it?"

"I uh probably shouldn't have said that.." He said rubbing his neck nervously.

Ouch.

It was silly of me to think he meant anything by it.

"oh, okay." I whispered, trying my best to hide the disappointment in my voice.

Jensen breathed a sigh, standing up and walking over to the sink to deposit his bowl. He turns around quickly glancing at me.

"I meant it, I just probably shouldn't have said it."

I was dumbfounded as I watched him leave the kitchen.

I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. I couldn't stop the smile that spread to my face.

Holy Shit.

It was definitely him being flirty.

Why else would he say he shouldn't have said it?

He didn't want Jared to know he was flirting with his little sister.

Okay, maybe I was getting a little too ahead of myself.

I scarfed down the rest of my cereal quickly joining the boys in the car. I kept sneaking glances at Jensen but he never returned them. It was like when other people were around, I was just Jared's annoying little sister, but when we were alone he was different.

I was feeling excited when we got to set. Jared and Jensen immediately went to wardrobe and makeup, dragging me along. I didn't realize just how much went into getting ready for shooting. As soon as they were ready they were whisked away to start filming. I stayed close, just like I had promised. I didn't mind though, it was cool to see Jensen and Jared take on a different persona and become Sam and Dean Winchester.

I giggled as Jensen broke character, yelling at Jared for messing up his lines.

"be nice to him!" I yelled from the sidelines.

Jared gave me a look as if telling me to shut up. I smirked before standing up and stretching my muscles. It felt like we've been here for hours already. I know I promised to stick close, but I really needed to find a bathroom.

I slipped away quietly, walking around the massive studio. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, bringing it to life. It was a text from mom asking how Jared was doing. I rolled my eyes typing back a reply. It seems it didn't matter how I was doing, like usual.

I was too busy looking at my phone that I didn't see the body in front of me until I was crashing in to it.

"shit, are you okay?"

I looked up to see a really handsome guy, he looked to be around the same age as me.

"uh yeah, that was totally my fault." I said taking his extended hand so he could help me to my feet.

"are you uh a Jensen fan?" He asked pointing to my shirt with a laugh.

"I'm uh, Jared, uh Sam's sister, I got it mainly to make him mad." I said awkwardly.

I wasn't the kind of girl who was experienced with talking to guys, especially handsome ones.

"Well Jared Sam's sister it's nice to meet you I'm Jeremiah, I'm an extra for the first two episodes." He teased.

"It's nice to meet you too extra Jeremiah." I teased back surprising myself.

He laughed, making me blush.

"It's uh (y/n)." I said with a smile.

"(y/n), nice name for a nice personality." Jeremiah said making me blush even harder.

I wasn't use to men complimenting me.

"thank you." I replied shyly.

"well uh, I should get going, I'm supposed to be in the makeup trailer." He smiled offering me a small wave.

"Jeremiah." I called causing him to turn around.

"could you uh, maybe point me towards a bathroom?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'll do you one better, follow me."

I started to walk next to Jeremiah, taking a moment to get a good look at him. He had the prettiest blue eyes, a vast contrast from Jensen's green ones. He was naturally tan, with muscles protruding from his shirt.

"I get it, it can get a little crazy on set, hard to find things." Jeremiah spoke, breaking the silence.

"yeah I don't know how you guys do it." I admitted looking at where we were.

I was indeed going the complete opposite direction of the bathroom.

"yeah and I'm just an extra." He said sounding a little bummed.

I grabbed his hand giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Jeremiah don't worry you'll get your big break soon enough, Jared thought he was going to be working odd jobs forever and now look at him." I comforted.

"you're really cool, you know that?" Jeremiah said turning towards me with a smile.

I felt the blush spreading to my cheeks once again.

"you're really cool too." I smiled.

"uh here we are." Jeremiah says gesturing to a door.

"thanks." I said offering him another genuine smile.

"see you around Jared Sam's sister." He said with a wink.

"see you around extra Jeremiah."

I couldn't fight the smile on my face. It was nice to be noticed by someone. I quickly used the restroom, before skipping happily back to set where the boys stood.

"what's got you so smiley?" Jensen asked as he took a seat beside me.

"oh nothing." I said trying to shrug it off.

"no come on, just tell me." Jensen said bumping me with his elbow.

I took a deep breath. I could tell Jensen wasn't going to give it up.

"Jeremiah, he's uh one of the extras on set, he's nice." I shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.

I thought for a second I saw a flash of disappointment on Jensen's face.

"nice is he?" Jensen asked leaning back in the chair.

"yes, he was nice." I said bumping him with my elbow.

"just be careful, nice guys are the ones you have to watch out for." Jensen said.

"are you giving me relationship advice?" I asked with a giggle.

"just want you to be careful baby moose."

I rolled my eyes at his nickname.

"can you please stop calling me that, I just want to be called by my actual name." I grumbled making Jensen smirk.

Jensen stood up, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"nah, you'll always be my baby moose."

I couldn't fight the blush that spread to my cheeks as I watched him walk back to set, ready to film the next scene.

my baby moose.

Holy Shit.

I settled back in the chair trying to calm my breathing as I watched the next scene. I saw Jeremiah walk on to screen, reciting his lines. He caught my eye offering me a smile. I offered him one back, catching Jensen's attention.

"and that's a wrap." I heard the director yell off screen.

I stood up ready to greet Jared. I was surprised to see Jeremiah walking over to me.

"Hi." He said with a grin.

"Hi Jeremiah, you were great out there." I said offering him a smile.

"Thanks, I uh came over to see if maybe you wanted to go get coffee with me?" Jeremiah asked with a hopeful smile on his face.

Woah.

He was asking me on a date?

I glanced past him to see Jensen talking with a female coworker. He was laughing and putting a hand on her arm.

I realized that Jensen would never like me the way I liked him.

"I would love to go for coffee with you Jeremiah." I said loud enough so Jensen could hear.

"great, uh let me go change and then we can go." Jeremiah said before rushing off.

I smiled as I watched him leave.

"ready to go?" Jared asked returning from his trailer.

"actually she has a date tonight." Jensen said before I could.

I glared at him.

"a date? who with?" Jared questioned.

"Jeremiah, the extra." Jensen answered again scoffing as he said extra.

"so what if he's an extra, he's nice, and he likes me." I said, glaring directly at Jensen.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with being an extra." Jensen defended.

"yeah well you sure seem like you have a problem." I growled.

"Jared and I don't want you to get hurt is all." Jensen shot back.

"I think the both of you should just let me make my own decisions." I yelled.

Jensen was about to respond, but Jeremiah was walking over to us again.

"I uh know this great coffee shop, you ready to go?" He asked nervously looking at Jared and Jensen.

"I am, I'll see you both later." I said glaring at both boys, but mostly Jensen.

Who did he think he was?

He acts one way when we're around everyone else and another when we're in private. It was confusing and frustrating. It was like he was ashamed to be with me. I deserved to have someone who was happy to be around me, happy to be seen with me.

Jensen

I watched her walk away, slipping her hand in his.

I could feel the jealously burning in my chest.

I shouldn't be jealous, I know that.

I can't help it.

I thought I made it clear that I was interested, but I guess I hadn't made it clear enough.

"dude, what's up with you?" Jared asked looking at me.

"nothing, I just don't want baby moose to get taken advantage of by some guy we don't even know." I said trying to hide what I was actually feeling.

"I mean yeah but he seems harmless enough." Jared shrugs.

I think that was the problem.

He seemed like a good guy. A guy that could treat her how she deserved to be treated. A guy that Jared approved of.

"I guess so." I answered.

"I'm beat, you ready to go home?" Jared asked with a yawn.

"I'll catch you at home, there's some things I need to take care of first." I said offering him a smile.

"okay man, see you later." Jared said with a wave.

I was suddenly feeling the need for some coffee.

Reader

"oh my gosh no." Jeremiah said laughing at my embarrassing story.

I had been talking to Jeremiah for over an hour. He was super easy to talk to once I got over the nerves. He was actually really funny too. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

"I swear to you, spilled it all over the designer." I said laughing too.

"you certainly have a thing for great first impressions." Jeremiah winked.

"It's one of my many shining qualities." I joked.

"I mean you didn't have to hurt yourself to get my attention." Jeremiah flirts, placing a hand on my cheek.

I couldn't stop the blush that spread to my cheeks.

"you're cute when you blush." Jeremiah said gently stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I probably look like a mess." I said laughing.

"I don't think that's even possible." He whispered, closer to me now.

I could see his eyes shifting from mine, down to my lips.

I think he wants to kiss me.

I think I might want him too.

I gulped as he leaned in, fluttering his eyes closed.

"baby moose, so funny seeing you here."

I jumped at Jensen's loud voice pulling away from Jeremiah.

"Jeremiah right?" Jensen asks holding his hand out for Jeremiah to shake.

"yeah, hey." Jeremiah answers shaking his hand.

It was incredibly awkward as Jensen stood staring at Jeremiah.

"uh Jere, can you go get me a refill?" I asked handing him my empty coffee cup.

"sure, be right back." Jeremiah smiled, taking my cup and disappearing towards the front.

I turned towards Jensen glaring at him.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.

"oh you know just getting some coffee."

"you have no right, you need to go!"

"relax, I'm just grabbing some coffee." Jensen smirked.

"well grab your coffee and go, now."

"you don't have to be such a brat." Jensen scoffed before leaving.

Jeremiah came back shortly after with a now full cup of coffee.

"everything okay there?" He asked looking around for Jensen.

"yeah, sorry he just can be kind of an ass sometimes." I said furrowing my eyebrows.

I sat with Jeremiah for another hour, talking and laughing. He then offered to drive me home, which of course I accepted. He pulled in to the driveway, turning off the car.

"I uh, had a really nice time with you tonight." Jeremiah said.

"I had a good time too, thank you." I said offering him a smile.

"I guess this is goodnight then." Jeremiah said slowly, like he was dreading leaving.

"I mean shouldn't we say goodnight properly?" I asked turning towards him with a flirty smile.

Jeremiah smirked, getting what I was hinting at.

Jeremiah leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a gentle kiss. I put my hand on his cheek, kissing him deeper. He was really good at it. I slowly pulled away, allowing the blush to spread to my cheeks.

"goodnight Jeremiah." I said before exiting the car.

I couldn't fight the smile as I walked in to the house, going towards the kitchen.

"how was the rest of your hot date?" Jensen asked sitting at the kitchen island.

I felt my anger towards him return.

"excuse me?"

"relax (y/n) I was just having a bit of fun." Jensen said.

"you're an asshole you know that, okay, all I wanted was to go on a date with a guy I think is cute, and sweet and you had to show up and ruin it." I growled.

"and me showing up for like two seconds ruined that, really?"

"why couldn't you just let me have this one thing, just admit it you cared where I was, who I was with." I started but Jensen quickly cut me off.

"no I didn't, I don't." Jensen was quick to defend

"stop lying!"

"stop being such a baby!"

"oh and you're such an adult huh, you spent your night crashing my first date just for fun!" I yelled furious at him.

Jensen glared at me, taking a sip of his beer.

"you know what just forget it, why don't you go flirt with some more girls." I scoffed turning to walk away.

"yeah, well why don't you go kiss some more wannabe actors." Jensen growled.

I took a deep breath walking away from him.

I feel that if someone really wants you in their life, they’re gonna show it, not just talk about it, and if their actions don’t match up to their words, I lose interest fast.

Jensen was unbelievable.

If he wanted me, he would show it.

I used to know I wanted him, but now I'm not so sure.

Author Note:

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