#if the bitch wants to read that badly go to the fucking library

[grave-bride]

*entire episode about Lagoona trying to impress a boy*

me, desparately grabbing at straws: "Wow this ghoul sure has a suspicious amount of interest in vampire scare-itage to know this many famous vampires"

[theamberparadise]

MASKY THIRSTS

includes three NSFW drabbles/mini-fics. read at your own risk.

TWs; gun fucking, loooooooots of bl00d and bl00d play, gun play, degradation, choking, mentions of fistfight, slapping k1nk, mentions of masky m45turb4t1ng to snuff, hoodie being an asshole lmao

A/N; my fingers are on the keyboard again.... my fingers are on the keyboard again......

DISCLAIMER! these are very badly written as I have little grasp on what I want Masky's character to be in my AU. please forgive me for this!! i genuinely did not know where to go for these. PS; i hope you dont mind the new divider!

After hearing rumors of you having sex with Hoodie for extra "perks" around the mansion, Masky pulls you inside his personal liquor room with a gun to your head. Out of pure pettiness and annoyance, you unbutton your polo shirt and guide his revolver down inside your pants before you start grinding your clothed clit against the muzzle.

"You fucking bitch," he slams the opening of the gun against your temple. He has your collar pulling towards him, his pointer finger threatening to curl against the trigger.

The cold, hard edge of his makeshift bar table presses against the back of your thighs as you tried to pull away-- the yellow overhead lights flashing your sight in the process.

It was all a harmless rumor.

Not to Masky, it wasn't.

It all started with Hoodie trying to get you into bed with him. Of course you wouldn't be so gullible as to actually get through a night with a cocky asshole who repeatedly tries to install secret cameras inside your bathroom to watch you shower.

So after you rejected him, he retaliated. By the forms of rumors.

You, apparently, made out with him in a closet just to get the good pods of coffee hidden in the drawers. You also gave him a blowjob so he can provide you with extra protection during missions. And finally, the most ridiculous one of all-- you fucked him last night so you could get by breaking a few rules in the mansion without being reprimanded.

At first, you laughed at the stories. You didn't even bother correcting them, because you really can't change what people think of you. This was a lesson you learned long before you arrived in The Operator's domain.

But when Masky started bumping into you while in the halls, staring you down during meetings, scoffing whenever you try to speak about something, and giving shallow "compliments" about your clothes, you start getting frustrated with him.

You tried to tell him you never really made out with Hoodie, or even came close to giving him a blowjob, but he never really budged. You started wondering if him and Hoodie were an item, and yet you never got a clear answer.

That is, until the latest rumor.

You were peacefully walking towards the mansion library to return a few books you used as a step-stool to fix a light in your bedroom before Masky started storming towards you. You stopped in your steps, before dropping the books due to him dragging you by the collar inside the room beside you.

Everything happened in such little time. You wince in pain after feeling the back of your hips hit against the wooden bar table, and before you knew it he was shoving a gun in front of your face.

Your feet were hanging off the floor as you sat on the hard wood you unwillingly were shoved on. You could feel Masky's breath take in heaps of air as if he was trying to breathe in any fear you had to offer, but all you can give is pure hatred-- and maybe a little bit of adrenaline. And a tiny smidge of arousal.

"Do you even know of anything that I have done for you?" he hissed. The sound of his voice being muffled by the mask was nothing but an open barrier that couldn't hold back the venom that his voice was soaked in.

The opening of the gun was so firm against your skull you were sure it was bruised beyond hell.

"Do you know how many vicious little shits I've almost died from the effort of saving your ass?"

"You didn't even-- hck!-- have to do that, you fucking-- unck!-- asshole!" You choked out. You can remember all the times he "saved" you without even needing to, hurling at targets that weren't even close to harming you, restraining frail victims even when he knows they can't even land a scratch on you.

You thought it was funny. You didn't know if he was trying to show off in front of you or just being concerningly twitchy.

The thought of this brings a slight smile to your face. "What were you even trying to do anyway? Showing off or-- ack!-- what?"

Masky growled. You can hear his gloves almost break against the grip of his gun. "I was protecting you. Saving you. And for once, you couldn't even say thank you, let alone fuck my co-worker!"

His screams flood your ears. Then he laughs.

"So it's just like that, huh? Use me as a human shield, then run along and sit on some unworthy dick that doesn't even come close to making you cum." his voice was low and deadly.

You spit on his mask, earning a hard jolt from him. "That isn't even fucking true! He made that shit up just to spite me!" he stayed silent.

"You just keep jumping on conclusions don't you!?" you attempt to kick him but he doesn't budge. "Thinking I'm in danger then proceed to steal my kills, you really are fucking delusional!" you chided.

He doesn't peep a word. Just his breathing. His cold, ragged breathing. His eyes look like they're trying to hold something back.

Something that escapes its bars, and turn into a famished, hungry animal.

Then, a voice.

"You don't know how much effort I've put in for you." he muttered. A confused expression washes over your face.

"How much effort-- how much shit I had to do so I can get your fucking attention." his grip on the gun tightened at each syllable.

"How many kills, how many missions, how much blood do I have to spill just to get a simple 'Good morning Masky', or maybe even just a smile from you?" you felt your spine shiver at his sick impression of you saying good morning to him.

Suddenly, something clicked. It all made sense now. The way he gets extra filthy in blood after missions, insisting to team up with you, your stolen kills...

Fucking hell.

You don't know whether to feel terrified or flattered, though you find yourself leaning onto the latter.

A smile creeps onto your face once again, your canines shining at him.

"You want attention?" you chided. "I'll give you attention, you fucking bastard," with a swift motion, your hands shoot upon the first button of your polo shirt, looping the white circle out of the small hole before moving down and unbuttoning another one.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Masky rasped, his grip on the gun slowly lightening up as a full view of your pink, lacy bra greets him.

"Paying you some attention," by this time your shirt was fully open, your torso doing a little dance for him. "Am I doing a good job, sir?" you purred, giving him you sickly-sweet doe-eyes as your fingers grazed over his leather belt.

With a steady hand, you gently reach up to were he was holding the gun. And for a second, you feel him seize his grip, before letting up just slightly-- once again.

Ever so slowly, you pull the gun down, deeper, further, until it's inside your waistband.

Masky breathed. You can feel his adrenaline radiating off of you as his gaze traveled down to the gun-- his gun-- in your pants.

You let him take the sight in before starting to rut your hips, making him jolt. He moves closer, before rubbing his boner against the little space of the table in between your thighs. You snicker.

"You better shut the fuck up before I pull the trigger, brat," he hissed, instinctively pushing the gun further in, and when you feel the deepened, contact, you moan.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" he mocked. "You like my fucking revolver inside your cunt?"

You nod, keeping eye contact with him. "Yes sir, yes sir," you babbled.

You keep grinding your clit against the cold metal. You can feel yourself dripping, you were sure you created a puddle by now.

A minute goes by with you just desperately tribbing your needy hole against a weapon that killed many. You don't know when Masky's other hand pulled down the waistband by your belt loops to get a better view-- revealing your very soaked laced panties, with some of the slick seeping out and onto the gun.

The sight turned you on even more, you can feel your nipples hardening under the padded fabric you still had on.

Soon enough, you feel your head throw back as you welcomed your orgasm. Your mouth dropped open and your eyes closed shut, screaming his name and babbling about how you were so close to cumming.

You hear a chuckle, before feeling the gun ramming inside your still-clothed hole, making you shriek in ecstasy.

Your legs shake like a deadly earthquake. And he didn't stop there-- no. Masky kept on furthering the gun in, earning short bursts of gasps from you.

"Fuck-- fuck, ah!--" you writhed against him. "Masky! Fuck--"

"That isn't my name." he threatened like a curse. "That isn't what you should call me." you could practically sense his grin. "I'm better than that playboy motherfucker, aren't I?"

You can't think straight. "Amma--mgonna--ungh!---"

"Say it right, sweetheart, or else I might just pull the trigger." the sound of his finger squeezing the metal sent delicious goosebumps up your spine.

Your lips trembled. "Y-yes-- yes, sir. Yes, sir."

Drunken bickering gone wrong has you slapping Masky out of anger after a bloody fist fight between you two, inside an abandoned shed, but when he slaps your face back, you moan.

It's hot. Everything is hot.

Your ribs ache. Your arms ache. Your legs ache.

You're pretty sure you're covered in bruises by now, but it definitely isn't only you.

You could only remember what led up to this point, a small, snarky comment from him was countered by one of yours after an almost jeopardized mission. Then, one after another, insults were hurled between you and him until you slap his face after having a gnarly punching match, knocking his mask off onto the floor.

He froze, his figure hunched over while his fists tightened while his eyes remain fixed on the fallen mask. You stepped back, mustering up an apology and a back up move.

You choose the first option.

"Shit. Look I didn't mean to--" you were interrupted by his meaty hands on your neck, plummeting you to the cement wall behind you, a pained grunt escaping your busted lips.

You look up against the bright, mellow ceiling light, a shadow of Masky's raised arm blocking the off-white glow. Your eyes pressed firmly shut, the pain striking your cheek sharply.

When the strike hit, your cunt flutters so suddenly, a small pool of wet staining your panties. Your breath hitches, then you inhale, and you moan.

"Oh, fuck," you breathed. You can feel your thighs rub together while your eyes clamp shut-- unaware that another pair was looking right down at you. Your hips unconsciously rut up and down, desperately grinding on nothing.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Masky spat. His grip on your neck curls tighter, making you cough against the restriction of air.

You open your eyes to find him staring you down in angry shock. Before you could respond, he speaks again. "Are you that much of a dirty whore in heat to be turned on by me slapping the shit outta your face?"

Your eyes furrowed in returned frustration. "Says the one who jacks off to snuff films in the bathroom," you pique.

That statement earns you another slap from him, making you moan once more-- except this time, it's more drawn out.

"Fucking masochist," he chuckles darkly. "That's sexy as fuck." he leans in closer to your face, studying your turned on expression.

With a rough pull, he drags your neck and tosses you on the floor as he watched you gasp and cough, before caging your body with his.

He reaches to his side, grabbing his discarded mask and putting it on once again, earning a scoff from you.

"You always looked so fucking dumb with that shit on," you hissed, giggling a bit while your mind hazed out by the second.

"Shut the fuck up, brat," the nickname was barbed with spikes before both of his hands reached down to rip your shirt open while he forces his knee to your crotch. He's breathing heavily, like a coyote finally catching its meal.

"Y'know, I might actually think we're meant for each other, baby," his voice stings like alcohol. "I like pain, you like pain..." his hand strikes at you again, making you howl in pure bliss.

"We're fucking perfect together."

After managing to slaughter a cult against The Operator, you make out with Masky in the middle of the corpses both of you just murdered, all the while both of you are unapologetically soaked in red blood. After you two are naked, he brands his name onto your body in the red that you both had spilled.

You knew he couldn't hold back much longer when he started sucking your tongue like it was candy in the midst of an after-mission ritual.

After a few one-night stands with him here and there, you learned that it was his way of relaxing after committing manslaughter, a much preferred method of his over masturbating.

The sounds both of your lips made was nothing short of unholy.

And you were soaked in blood. Your clothes, parts of your face, hell, even your hair is soaked.

He was no different, chunks of his brown hair were also damp with red, his jacket, his mask...

It did nothing but turn you on even more.

He pulled away from your lips to get some air, his mask only slightly tilted to the side to reveal his lips but so he can still see. And before you say anything, you were interrupted by him pushing you onto the floor before he kneels down.

You grin at him while you felt your jacket being torn off of you, uncovering your white sports bra-- now also stained with splotches of blood, and your bare torso.

The floor was a sickening red because of how much blood your victims let out, and by the time you laid down, your hair is completely soaked.

You're laying on a floor, inch deep with blood.

The back of your sports bra and your shorts were already wet, crimson leaking up to the side of the fabrics. Masky's pants were no different.

You reach up and undress Masky too, leaving him shirtless in the cold air. Then, you dip your hand in the deep red puddle beside you and smeared him in red. You moan at the sight, giggling shortly after seeing a silhouette of your hand imprinted on his chest.

Masky raises his hand off the floor and swipes across your abdomen, leaving behind a trail of red. He reaches down and starts kissing you once again, the sounds of your tongues squelching together was enough to make your cunt flutter.

You moan against him, feeling his blood-soaked hand cup your tit through your bra.

He raises his other hand and reaches down your shorts, fingers slithering inside your panties until they enter your sopping hole.

Masky took his fingers out after breaking the messy kiss, before bringing his slick-covered fingers to your mouth.

"Suck." he commands.

You reach your tongue out and lick his two fingers, a tang of metal from the blood that was already on his fingers laying onto your tongue before you take his digits into your mouth, before bobbing your head up slowly, making a loud pop that reverberated inside the room.

"Good girl," he coos. You and him were covered in a disgusting amount of blood that wasn't either of yours. Suddenly, he lifts up your thigh, slightly turning it to the side to get a better view. One hand was holding the bend between your knee and calf while the other reaches down.

Then, he dips his pointer finger into the crimson puddle, raising the dripping red to your thigh, firmly pressing on what felt like... letters?

He draws an M, then an A. He dips his fingers again, then an S, a K, an a final dip, before a Y makes an imprint on your thigh.

You breathed, both in amusement and attraction.

"You want everybody to see that?" you purred. Masky clicks his tongue before responding.

"Mine," he rasps.

You grin. "Yours."

[lokisprettygirl]

Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : Eric leaves you unable to walk after the first day.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

Note : This is going to be a slow burn

Eric was definitely shocked when he found you at his gym late at night, all dressed up and glammed but looking like a deer caught in the headlight. You had that glimmer in your eyes, the confusion mixed with excitement that all the first timers had in their eyes when they entered a gym.

When you told him you needed a personal trainer he was taken by surprise, he had been seeing you for years around the block, he used to visit the library pretty often before -- well not the point he thought.

Point was he wasn't expecting the shy, timid woman looking so desperate to lose a few pounds before this year would end. He couldn't help but wonder why you seemed so desperate. Maybe it had something to do with that boyfriend, so he subtly brought up the breakup comment but you were quick to clarify it wasn't a breakup.

It wasn't a breakup.

Next morning he was almost disappointed when you didn't turn up but then he moved on with his day. He was used to seeing women like you having the sudden burst of motivation after a few rounds of alcohol and then never entering the gym again. However two hours twenty minutes later you did turn up, out of breath, slicked with sweat, staring at him with those big hopeful eyes.

Now that was something he wasn't used to.

There was a desperation in you that seemed unmatched as you stood waiting like a pet for your owner to acknowledge you. Before he'd break your spirits any further he took you outside, he really wanted to know why you needed to do this so badly as if you had a deadline you couldn't cross. Your answer didn't satisfy him, it couldn't have been just about the dress. A stupid dress. There was something more to it, but he didn't care, you were a paying client and he was going to focus on that. He wasn't going to treat you any differently then he did any other clients.

*************

Eric had given you another chance and you didn't want to waste it away so after work that day you bought an alarm clock just so there would be no mishaps again.

“DND now you bitch I dare you”

You held the clock in your hands and threatened it before placing it on the nightstand..it was set for 5 am.

Jake hasn't called or texted all day so you grabbed your phone.

Well you didn't have to tell him that you missed the session, now you knew he was disappointed and probably thought you didn't take this seriously.

Next morning you were up at sharp 5, you showered and brushed your teeth before putting on the same legging from yesterday. It was too snug now that you had gained weight but it was the only one that actually fit..

After you put on Jake's hoodie you grabbed a water bottle, your phone and a headphone to head for the gym. It was ten minutes walk from your place and it was just 5:35 so you knew you'd reach on time.

When you reached at 5:45, you crossed your arms and stared at the now unlit sign. It was closed.

The gym was closed.

You sat down at the porch, a part of you wanted to call him but you refrained. Did he lie to you? Was he just fucking with you? You knew he was a jerk..kind of but you didn't think he'd be this cruel to you. Besides, you were a paying customer.

Your mind was running a mile per second but then you saw him walking in, he was dressed completely in black, his hair wet from the shower, his duffel bag slinging on his shoulder.

Okay so maybe 6 am was the opening time.

He stared at you before he asked you to step away from the door so he could unlock.

“When I say 6..come at 6”

He said to you as he took out his keys from the pocket of his cargo pants, embarrassment flushed your cheek.

“Sorry i just didn't want to miss”

You mumbled, almost inaudibly, talking back to the guy who had the permission to put you through hell for an hour didn't seem like a bright thing to do.

As he entered, you immediately followed behind, he turned on the lights and air conditioner before he placed his bag on the counter.

“Change and get back in two” he said to you all while staring at his phone so you cleared your throat. What was wrong with a hoodie?

“Umm change?”

“Ever heard of workout fits? I need to see your form and you need to be able to move which you can't do in that giant hoodie”

“I understand..I'll do it tomorrow”

“Why can't you just take it off?” he crossed his arms.

“Because I am not wearing anything underneath..” you said to him before you bit on your lips “no that's not what I meant…i mean it's just a sports bra under there and -”

“Step on the scale”

Well for one you were glad to be interrupted.

You stood on the scale, it wasn't a normal scale you had at home, it was huge like a mini treadmill. He looked at the numbers on the digital glass and noted down your information.

All you understood was one number.

150 lbs. You had gained almost twenty pounds in the past two years.

“Five rounds of the whole gym..now” he asked you, snapping you out of the thoughts

“Five?”

You stared at him, he didn't answer, he just stepped into the gym area so you followed behind him.

“Six now that you have wasted a minute”

You immediately sprung into action as he said that. It started alright, you were jogging at a medium pace, the gym area was fairly big but you could do six rounds back and forth right?

Wrong. By the third round you felt your lungs burning in your chest and he didn't seem impressed as he wrote down something in his notepad before taking out his phone and ignoring you, once in a while he looked your way before he went back to staring at his phone, probably staring at the pictures of his perfect girlfriend.

“I need a second -” you said between your huffing and puffing, stopping for a moment to catch your breath but as you saw the intensity in his glare you quickly began running again. By the sixth round you wanted to die..

When he finally put his phone down, you knew you were in for a long torturous session.

At first he made you warm up, you followed his movements as you did some mobility exercises.

“You have no muscle mass and no flexibility” he said to you as he saw you struggling with bend down and reach stretch.

“I don't?”

You didn't mean to sound as sarcastic as you probably did.

“Warm up done, sip on your water, don't gulp”

That was warm up? Just warm up?

“Get down on your fours” he asked you as he threw a yoga mat your way.

“But we just met” you joked before you realised who you were joking with.

He didn't seem like the type of guy who appreciated humour in his day to day life.

“I didn't mean..I was just-” before you could even finish he interrupted you.

“Mat. Knees. Now”

You nodded as you tried to ignore the embarrassment you had brought for yourself.

After doing three sets of knee push ups, where you couldn't even move an inch down, Eric showed you how to do a proper squat. You could do that you thought but you were doing it all wrong.

“Push down from your hips”

“Focus on your gluteal muscles..mind to muscle connection..”

He kept shouting instructions behind you.

Three sets of fifteen and your legs felt like rubber, you looked at the time and it has been just Ten minutes since you started.

What the hell?

Your alarm clock never took so long whenever you snoozed it in the morning for ten more minutes of sleep.

“Relax for thirty seconds then we will start the workout”

Wait what?

Eric walked over to the whiteboard, casually scribbling down what looked like a list of medieval torture techniques disguised as exercises. You read them slowly, each word landing like a personal attack.

Jump squats. Burpees. Mountain climbers. Wall sit. Dead bugs. Plank to finish.

“All bodyweight exercises.. going easy because it's your first day”

He mumbled casually as if you weren't already dying. This was easy?

You swallowed.

He turned around, arms crossed, the sleeves of his black shirt tight around his biceps. “You ready?”

“Do I get a choice?”

“No.”

You gave him a weak thumbs-up, to which he only raised an unimpressed brow

“Alright,” he clapped once. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

You launched into the jump squats after he showed you the preview, your thighs screaming, balance wobbly. He was close—too close, watching your every move. Not in a pervy way, more like a hawk watching a baby bird trying to fly.

“Land softer” he said, “or you’ll destroy your knees. And keep your chest up..core embraced..remember to breathe the way I taught you.”

You adjusted your form as he said that, gritting your teeth, trying not to pass out.

Then came the burpees. You flopped onto the mat like a dying fish halfway through the second set.

“Come on,” he said, crouching beside you. “No one’s going to do this for you. You want to fit into the dress? Move”

You glanced at him as you caught your breath. Everything burned, your legs, your face, your ears, your lungs.

But something about his voice made you get up again, he was strict but also encouraging.

It was hell. Pure, leg-burning, lung-crushing hell. But you did it.

Barely.

By the time you were lying on your back after the last push-up your hoodie was soaked, your limbs jelly, you were convinced you’d hallucinated the whole session.

“Don't relax, we need to cool down first”

Well dying seemed like a better option now.

As the session finished he passed you a water bottle from the small cafeteria next to the reception.

“Shower is that way” he pointed towards the bathroom/changing area so you shook your head.

“I'll just go Home and do it..thank you for the session” you smiled as you stared at him.

“You did good”

Did he just compliment you? Well that felt good.

“Thank you..umm tomorrow?”

“You're not coming tomorrow” your brow raised as he said that.

“Mmm why?”

“You won't be able to”

“Okay umm day after tomorrow?” You asked again so he nodded.

Next morning you understood what he meant.

The moment your eyes opened you felt it, the searing pain in your chest. But that wasn't it, you also realised you couldn't get up. Like at all. None of your muscles moved, you grabbed onto the edge of the bed to lift yourself up and all you felt was sharp pain in your stomach. But that wasn't the worst of it all. The moment you tried to stand up, your legs just refused to budge, your so called glutes refusing to aid.

The pain wasn’t just soreness. It was agony. Muscles you didn’t know you had were on fire. Even blinking felt like an effort. You let out a small, pitiful groan as you somehow reached the bathroom.

How were you supposed to sit down now?

A loud scream was heard from the bathroom as you slowly descended to reach the commode.

You pulled your phone out from the pocket of your pants to send him a text. The Devil himself.

He was quick to respond.

In the evening after finishing work you walked towards the crow, maybe some physical activity will help loosen up the knots you had all inside your body. As you entered you saw a guy at the reception you hadn't seen in the past two days.

Just like Eric he was also covered in tattoos. He gave you a smile as he passed you the register to make the entry.

As you entered the main gym area you looked around for Eric but he was nowhere so after taking out your workout clothes you put your bag in the locker before you moved to the bathroom /changing room.

Your eyes widened when you spotted a familiar face there.

It was Regina. Eric's girlfriend. The perfect Regina. She was dolled up in the finest gymshark attire, you didn't want to stare but you couldn't help yourself, that booty, those curves. It was as if she was made in a lab. She was tying up her perfect blonde hair in the mirror when she caught you staring.

“Are you new here?” She asked you out of nowhere.

Oh god she was talking to you.

Regina Blanc was talking to you..

“Umm yes..i just joined yesterday”

She turned to look at you as you responded.

“I really love your shirt ..where did you get it? It's so cute”

Damn you always thought she'd be a mean girl in real life but surprisingly she was nice.

“Thank you ..umm.. forever 21..it's really old” you smiled at her so she smiled back. Before things would get awkward you headed for the changing room.

You pulled out your phone and texted Jake, then waited for his response as you squeezed into your leggings.

He was coming over tonight so you are excited to see him.

When you stepped out, luckily Regina was not there. To be frank she intimidated you with her perfect blonde hair and her perfect boyfriend.

As you went back into the gym area, you noticed all the treadmills were occupied except the one next to Regina.

You took a deep breath, acting as carefree as you could before you stepped onto the elevator.

You didn't really know how they worked, there were so many buttons, there should be just three buttons you thought. Start-Die-Stop.

“Oh let me help” she said as she stood on the side of the elevator effortlessly between her run.

She pressed start and then increased the speed to 4, it wasn't slow but it wasn't fast either.

“Thank you” you smiled at her.

God she was really nice

'I'm y/n by the way” you introduced yourself finally so she turned her head to look at you, her ponytail moving with her like a cartoon character, her treadmill was now set on the lowest.

“I'm Regina”

Yeah as if you didn't know.

A minute later Eric finally walked in, his eyes met with yours in the mirrorview so he gave you a curt nod before he reached the side of the elevator to reach Regina.

“Hey babe” he leaned forward as he kissed the side of her temple. That's when you really noticed how freaking tall he was as compared to you. Even Regina with her modelesque stature looked short in comparison to him.

“Babyyyy” she cooed, her pitch high as she pushed the stop button on the elevator and turned to him.

“I'm doing legs today..help me?” She said as she kissed him. You didn't want to stare but the mirror all around you made it impossible.

“You don't have to ask”

You almost saw a hint of smile on his face as his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Oh btw meet Y/n..she's new here”

She said to him so he nodded.

“I know..she's a client”

Regina seemed surprised by that information for some reason.

“Ohhh okay..well good luck..my condolences to you” she said as she turned to look at you, you could only chuckle in response.

“Let's go” he picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a squeal, he then took her to the squat rack.

You looked around to see if other people witnessed that but it was as if nobody cared or maybe they were used to it.

He didn't even look at you after that, his eyes were hooked on Regina as he spotted her and guided her throughout the workout.

After thirty minutes you stepped off the treadmill. Your t-shirt was now soaked in patches of sweat. Grabbing your water bottle, you moved to the stretching mats at the far corner.

“Okay let's see” you mumbled as you pulled your phone out and opened youtube to find stretches that will help with muscle soreness or Doms or whatever he had said.

You used the water bottle to angle your phone.

“Oh god oh god” you couldn't move an inch, how were you supposed to touch your toes?

“Go help her..she's so clueless…it's cute” Regina said to Eric as she was taking a break from her set.

He looked at you for a second before he turned to her again.

“She's doing fine..got her YouTube and stuff” he said as he grabbed her water bottle to take a sip “Besides I'm only getting paid for twelve sessions” he winked at her so she shook her head before she let out a laugh.

“You're so money minded” she pressed her manicured finger into his chest to tease him but he just shrugged in response. You looked at them from the mirror just in time to see her boop Eric’s chest with her fingertip, like they were in some kind of romcom.

His expression barely changed, but the sight of him there, so tall, composed, completely absorbed in her, made your stomach twist. Did people ever feel that way about you and Jake? Did they ever look at you and think ‘oh what a cute couple?’

You shifted into another awkward stretch, groaning as your legs or your hamstrings screamed in protest. The girl in the YouTube video looked like a graceful swan, you felt more like a whale suffering a heart attack.

“Breathe into it,” the video said.

You did. Barely. Mostly you just whimpered in pain.

From across the gym, Eric leaned against the rack, arms crossed, watching without really giving it away

He had that maddeningly unreadable expression on his face. When Regina teased him, he smirked, but his eyes wandered..just for a second, back to you.

Why were you so helpless he thought.

“Okay that's enough” you mumbled in affirmation as you got up somehow and grabbed the mat to keep it in the used section.

As Regina noticed you leaving she called your name so you stepped towards her.

“Give me your number..we should hang out sometimes” she said to you, your eyes widened in surprise.

Was this really happening?

After exchanging numbers she clicked a selfie with you.

“Let me know when you're done with the photoshoot” Eric said to her before he walked to the reception area.

“Oh shut it” she giggled before she turned her attention to you and clicked another selfie.

She was probably way younger than you. You just realised that. How old was Eric?

Regina tucked her phone into the waistband of her leggings and smiled, all glossy lips and sparkling teeth.

“You’re seriously so cute” she said, giving your arm a playful nudge. “We could totally do, like, a girls' brunch or something sometime. There’s this café downtown that does these insane matcha pancakes and I'm telling you it's insane..Eric loves it too”

“Yeah—yeah, that sounds fun.”

You nodded quickly, your mouth catching up a beat too late.

She took your Instagram handle so she could tag you in the picture. From the glass door you noticed Eric at the reception desk, leaning on the counter and saying something to the tattooed guy from earlier. His eyes flicked toward you for half a second, just half and then back down to whatever he was doing.

After saying bye to Regina you stepped out of the gym area.

The guy, whose name you learned was Chance, pointed towards the register to mark your exit so you grabbed the pen.

“Feeling any better?” Eric asked so you looked at him..

“Kind of..I can walk now” you chuckled “I guess this is what Jake wants me to feel when he says you won't be able to walk for days after I'm done with you” you said nonchalantly. There was complete silence in the room for a good ten seconds before Chance laughed out loud.

Why? Why couldn't you just keep your thoughts in your head?

You wanted to disappear. You could feel the heat rushing up your neck to your face as you tried to busy yourself with scribbling your signature in the register.

Eric still hadn’t said a word but you could see from your peripheral vision that he was biting the inside of his cheek. That same unreadable expression on his face that he always had but this time, you were almost sure there was a flicker of amusement behind his eyes.

“I meant..” you stammered trying to get rid of the awkwardness, “I meant soreness. Like workout soreness. You know, post-leg day... DOMS. Not like…not like sex or—never mind.”

Chance laughed harder and leaned on the counter. “Nah, nah, don’t backpedal. That was awesome”

You groaned internally as he said that.

“Tell your boyfriend I’ll try not to upstage him next time” Eric finally spoke, his voice calm but gruff.

Your head shot up. Your jaw dropped open as you weren't expecting a quip from him. He still said it in his intimidating serious voice though.

“I will”

***************

“Baby i'm so sore” you said as you laid down in the bed after dinner with Jake. He was in the mood, he brought flowers and chocolates for you, even though you were trying to diet and he couldn't stop touching you.

“You don't have to stress, let me do my thing honeybear” he said to you so you smiled and nodded.

Every inch of your body hurt as he tried to make love to you slowly, you whimpered but it wasn't from pleasure.

As soon as he came he collapsed on the bed next to you.

“Fuck that was good..” he said so you turned to him and smiled.

“Goodnight..i had such a long day” he pecked your lips before he turned off his side of the lamp.

“Mmmm are you really sleepy?” You asked him so he nodded

“I stand on my feet for hours..my job isn't just sitting all day long and signing book logs”

You wanted to talk to him about the day but you understood that he was tired. His job wasn't an easy one. He wasn't wrong about that.

Next morning you woke up around 5 on your own..you noticed that you had plenty of notifications on your phone, particularly from instagram. You wanted to check but you got showered and ready first. On the way to the gym you finally opened the app.

Regina had posted the picture she took with you yesterday on her grid. Like not even a story, her main grid.

“Met my new bestie yesterday” was her caption. She had tagged your profile, it was private so you had plenty of requests pending now.

You couldn't help but smile at the picture but then you made the mistake of looking at the comments. One after the another, all you found was horrible things being said about you.

“You know how they say there's always an ugly one in a couple of friends? It's true”

“God If I was this girl and looked like that I'd never dare get a picture with a queen like Reg”

You scrolled further, heart thudding harder with every swipe.

The warmth from Regina’s friendly caption was already fading, replaced by the sting of her followers and their faceless cruelty.

“Regina, blink twice if she forced you to take this pic.”

“Nothing screams ‘main character’ like being the pretty friend. You're doing the lord's work, Regina.”

“No way she works out at The Crow. I thought your boyfriend had standards 😭”

“That poor shirt didn’t stand a chance..geee”

“Literally thought it was a fan photo at first. Can’t believe she tagged her”

“New bestie? Girl, that’s charity.”

“Someone please tell her the 2006 look isn’t cute anymore”

“Why would Regina post this? It’s ruining her aesthetic.”

“She kinda looks like the before pic in a weight loss ad”

“Why is she built like someone’s tired auntie?”

Your throat tightened. Your fingers trembled slightly as you scrolled faster, searching for one, just one, comment that was kind to you. Something neutral. Even a dumb emoji would do. But no, it was all variations of the same thing: you weren’t pretty enough, thin enough, polished enough to stand next to someone like Regina Blanc.

Had she… read them?

She had replied to a few people under other comments that were praising her and didn't include you but nothing under the insults. You nearly closed the app, until you noticed a name in the likes.

Eric Draven.

He had liked the post.

Of course he did.

You clicked the little heart icon to double-check.

He probably read those comments. Probably saw every insult. Probably agreed with some of them.

The screen blurred as tears welled in your eyes, and you quickly locked your phone, you felt embarrassed and humiliated. It wasn't Regina's fault, she just wanted to post a picture.

It wasn't her fault you were so fat and ugly. You didn't want to blame her but you sure as hell didn’t want to walk into that gym again either.

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[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Would u care to share some of the dumb things within maze runner? 👀 (no pressure! I just never read them & I'm curious what all the hype was about)

note i havent read them in like. ten years? so these may be a bit off but

evil organization was literally named WICKED

their way to find a cure for the disease they caused was to kidnap immune kids, wipe their memories, put them in a fucking labyrinth and then analyze their brainwaves or smth??

they also put demon monsters in the labyrinth because....?

my girl teresa was so fucked by both the author and the audience. girl said "literally all i am doing in life is to find a cure for a disease that killed everyone i love when i was a toddler" and everyone was like "hmm. seems like a traitorous bitch" and she dies offhandedly at the end of the last book with no real impact

extended bit where teresa repeatedly, over and over tells the main character (??? what was his name) that she is going to betray him. he is going to feel betrayed. she is going to betray him and he needs to prepare for it. and then when she betrays him he's like "what the fuck. holy shit how awful of her. evil" five minutes later she switches back and is like "sorry it was fake, the evil organization that brainwashed us told me if i didn't do it you would die" and he's like "man. what an awful bitch"

the first two books were completely focused on how badly the MC wanted answers to the mysteries of the series and then the last book he's like "you know what. i dont need the answers. im fine not knowing <3" like BITCH WE AREN'T. WHY DO YOU THINK WE READ THE SERIES ASSHOLE

also i remember the MC getting a random het love interest in book 2 when the author decided that teresa was gonna do random shit and i just had 0 emotional connection to her. sorry brynne (?? was that her name) fans she had no personality that i can recall

speaking of which i remember literally 0 of the boy main characters or their personalities except there was a piggy lordoftheflies parallel in the first book who died(?) and the one thomas brodie-sangster played in the movie that everyone made such a big deal out of dying in the last book. so that speaks to the characterization ig.

really just read like a guy trying to cash in on the YA genre that was becoming popular atm and now i have to shelve the books at the library every day thinking about how much i hated reading the last one

[delugyu]

h-hey...🫦❤️ so i apologize for this very long ask but i kinda just thought dumped mb bae 🙏

“cause if you’re not exclusive, he’s taking you home tonight, and if you are exclusive… well, taehyun will just have to hate beomgyu’s guts tomorrow.”

“then you’re not. taehyun would make you his girlfriend if he wanted to badly enough … i mean, i’m sure he really likes you, and he’d be super lucky to have you as his girlfriend.”  BEOOOMGYU???

yn putting her hand on top of gyu’s hand resting on her thigh + and then lacing their fingers together AAAAAAAAAA SO CUTE BYE 

“he leans in to give you a sweet kiss, and for the first time, he doesn’t think he has sexual motives behind it.” , “he would hope that everything you do with him feels nothing but right. that’s how it feels to him.”  my shaylaaaa ITS UNFOLDING RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES  

spit kink?? oh ur spoiling us i love u let me kiss u (a promise not a threat!!!)😠

"he’d hump your leg like a bitch in heat if that’s all you’d let him do. he’s just aching to relieve himself, beyond worked up after seeing and feeling you fall apart for him."  IM PREDICTING THIGH FUCKING (pls(like gyu i'm also not above begging(real))) EITHER THAT OR "JUST THE TIP" NEXT IM CALLING IT

nina i love u but u left the most important question left unanswered: did yn address the panties from p3?? 👁️👁️

stuck between wanting to hear ur mean dom gyu thoughts and also not cus why would u say that to me,,,,, are u aware that i am #unwell and #deranged ??? THE VOICES!!! ...kitten...alpha has started his rut…. its morphin time kachow or whatever

-chompy<3

HI BAEEEE<3 i’m trying not to geek out rn in the library but i saw all ur asks in my inbox and creamed my pants a little

HEHE yeah beomgyu’s getting boldddd it’s a little sickening actually like he’s so obsessed. ACK i also love that moment where yn and gyu hold hands for a moment before they start kissing… im such a sucker for little cute moments like that. omg u chose such good quotes cause why am i giggling reading these back LMFOAOJSJS gyu’s down so bad he doesn’t even know how bad it is

i’ve been in a spit kink craze for some reason recently like it never did much for me before but within the past like three months my brain’s been rewired or something. it’s also probably pretty obvious from literally everything i write but i also love licking esp on the neck and thighs and this sounds so gross and pervy writing it out 😭😭 it’s hot in the context of the scenes tho i swear

i haven’t planned the smut yet for the next parts but that thigh fucking comment… oh…… oh….. i think i have to do something with that 😵‍💫

the panties LMAO asking the important questions!! how i picture it is that yn was freaking out when she couldn’t find them and gyu’s just trying so hard to bite back his smile. he’s like “i can just give u a pair of my boxers” and she’s like nooo those were my favorite pairrrr:( she doesn’t read any further into it so it’s MISSION ACCOMPLISHED for gyu!!! and she leaves wearing a pair of his sweatpants or something idk she makes something work LMFAO

crying so bad at the last paragraph, no i get it I GET U COMPLETELY!! it’s so vulnerable and humbling voicing out my whore thoughts at like fucking 2pm 😭 but ever since i wrote those professor gyu thoughts, the mean dom gyu agenda has been sticking to me like a parasite i actually need to be put in chains before i go crazy

[amazingmsme]

Omg that tag vid 🤣 I can completely picture the main trio just spinning around the watch post and feigning going left or right at the cafe tables, tossing chairs to try to slow down each other. As for your most flustering fics hmngh so many of yours put me in Lee mood, and this got long and turned into my rambling like a nerd- apologies in advance!

I'm gonna say the Stanley Parable fics Disobedience Shan't be Rewarded, and Is the Bucket Worth it, Stanley? are some of the ones that get me the most. I think it's the way you right the Narrator. I have a weakness for Gods using their powers to mess with someone helpless and those fics scratch that particular itch for me wonderfully. Also, mock sympathy, and condescension fuck me up so bad in Lers and you write it so well? 🫣

Ooh Hands To Yourself gets me bad though 😭 Pretty sure that fic made me hide my face in blush multiple times; Essek especially took me out in that good Lord I haven't even met him but you made me frightened to haha as an easily flustered Lee. 🤣 There was also quite a few neck and ear tword focus and given those are some of my own worse spots, I was scrunching up reading certain parts there lol. Oh! Another thing about Essek's characterization I loved- how he feigned genuine anger, because I would absolutely panic and trip over myself to people please out of fear and fall right into his trap 🤣 Then after it comes out he's not actually upset and my bad anxiety would go away and turn into anticipation, like right before i go on stage for a performance. I think I'd more just get flustered, jumpy and skittish.

I thought your Castlevania fic The Moderator and the Monster are One in the Same was also super cute; I also wrote an Alucard/Reader fic a while back based on the library scene since it took me out. Still haven't finished the show because I don't want it to end/make me sad haha.

Fuck Off and Let Me Sulk took me out jfc, just found that now and we have similar tword thoughts lmao- Alucard calling Trevor out? I am always down bad for mean, teasy as Hell, Alucard. His voice and mannerisms kill me, and his adorable back and forth with Trevor at the end was so cute?

Okay no more rambling I swear! Hope you had a good rest and that this is semi-coherent; I'm gonna pass out now cause it's nearing 7am 🤣 Getting creative in the middle of the night is both blessing and curse

LXGSMAHSKD THIS IS LIKE THE NICEST THING ANYONE’S EVER SAID OMG THANG YOU ILY!

I remember having so much fun with the Stanley Parable ones, especially the first one! It was pure self indulgence rewarded by an unexpected shower of attention lmao. & omg my sweet baby boy Essek, trust me you’re gonna love this prissy bitch once you meet him! I was literally like a horse trapped in that box before the race & once I officially met him I shot off like a rocket! I really need to write more critickle role tbh cause I have so many ideas! Although I gotta admit, I’m not sure that one’s mine, so can’t take credit for that one, but I do have a long ass shadowgast fic that just so happens to have a very teasy Essek. & don’t get me started on castlevania! Omg I fell so hard for those boys! Their dynamic is so fun & their banter is hilarious! They need their own get along shirt, I feel like it would end badly lzavakdhkq but yeah, Alucard is a teasy bastard & he loves to bother Trevor, & the human is just too cute for his own good

Please don’t apologize for rambling! This made me really happy & it’s so cool to hear about what fics y’all really like! Especially when they’re ones I really enjoyed making! Wish I got better sleep, but the fucking construction woke me up & bug man is coming to spray, so fuck it, we ball. But omg please get some sleep! I mean, I’ve definitely been there after a night of endless creative flow, so I absolutely feel you. Sleep tight, & hope you have sweet dreams! & to everyone else… good morning! 😂

[myvaginacalledmehomo-blog]

no, no you're RIGHT it absolutely MAKES SENSE. i have read wonderful pieces of fanfictions where they use the "Harry wanting draco badly but being scared the others around him will leave him for it" tag so much it kind of makes me angry

Like i'm all up for angst and i DEVOUR these things no hate at all but this is NOT harry james potter. At all. The most james thing about him is his unabashed obsession with his person of desire and he won't want to hide draco from anyone. Infact for him he'd rather want to flirt with him infront of the whole school or something in their 8th year(fics where they date in 8th year).

Which in itself is funny since harry doesn't really like 'fame' for himself. But for his loved ones he'd act like a fool. No not act, that's just his personality in general. While draco will be screaming into the pillow cus potter decided to touch me inappropriately in the god fucking transfiguration and McGonagall SAW.

Yes, harry knows ron will go crazy with vomit worthy 6th year nostalgia he has of harry stalking draco and hermione will look at him like he's committed library fraud but neither they'd ask Harry to choose between them and malfoy nor he himself would. Harry knows this too. Draco doesn't. At least in the start. Draco would be the one to want to break things off until he realises he's in love with a madman.

And yes harry will ask him to apologise to Ron and Hermione. Which he won't say no to and then suddenly ron would mention Neville's name too and Hermione would make a list of all people who have been terrorized by draco bitch-tongue malfoy cus come on. He *was* an asshole. And then it'd be some very funny scene of him apologising to like half the school and then when he apologises to Hagrid, Hagrid would ask him to say sorry to buckbeak too and he'd be like "i knew that chicken was the same as the one that bit me see pansy i told you and you all called me crazy" but yes he'd perform a weird hippogriff ritual thingie for reparations. He'd be writing HUNDREDS OF LETTERS. Mr. Malfoy had a special knack for assholititis you see. And yes.

IT. WOULD. END. UP. IN. THE. PAPERS.

His pride would be on thin ice after the whole incident but greg had forgiven him. And that's enough. He'd stand by the wall to the Room of Requirement and he'd apologise to Vincent too.

And harry would fall badly in love with him. Not because of this sudden change of character or cus others have "forgiven" malfoy. But cus no matter how much draco changes for Harry he'd always have a special hatred-spewed malfoy version of him who won't treat Harry like "special harry potter" but like "you're a world class garbage faced trashy dead brain idiot, potter but you're MY idiot" and for harry, it's enough.

No matter how pleasant and adoring and lovely draco is in bed, no amount of sweet talks and "darling, love, harry" will change how anti PDA draco is. He'd fumble so bad when Harry kisses him in public. He'd cry badly in private when the papers publish "ex death eater and savior in taboo relationship: mistake or love potion?" and Harry would console him. Harry knows it's not just draco's insecurity but also his internalised shame of being gay. It was one thing for the school to know and totally another for his parents to know. That too through papers.

Whereas in the Manor lucius himself is having his own version of vomit worthy nostalgic nightmare. It's not cus he's homophobic they knew he was gay before draco himself knew. It's cus it's POTTER AGAIN that has lucius sweating his precious life out. And narcissa finally breathes a sigh of relief. She had known ever since draco lied that time. Draco, who protects his own kind only, had protected Harry Potter. That's when narcissa knew where draco's loyalties lie and that's one of the reasons why she too had lied to voldemort. She's happy that her son's love is not as unrequited as it had been a year ago. Little did she know harry was lying his ass off in front of the wizengamot protecting draco's role in the astronomy tower incident. Little did Harry know himself why he did that.

i-was originally replying to @hellcatsandcars 's post and accidentally oh-didn't stop? Oopsie.

not to #drarrypost on main but like. i don't understand the surprisingly common headcanon where harry wants to keep draco a secret from everyone else because to me it goes against literally everything we know about his character.

he doesn't give a fuck what the press says about him since they started milking him for first page gossip when he was a literal child. he doesn't give a fuck what other people (wizards or muggles) think about him since he's had to put up with it his entire life. he just does whatever the fuck he wants for seven books, where are we getting the notion that he's ashamed of his relationship with draco?

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

[slytherweasley]

Busy (Hermione Granger x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- Hermione hasn’t stopped studying for her O.W.Ls which annoys Y/n when she gets ignored.

Fifth year is possibly the worst of all years, to make it worse Umbridge decided to ruin it by putting so many rules into place. Hermione has been so distracted with studying this year and now there is less than a month until the O.W.L.s.

“She’s added more rules, it’s ridiculous” Ron complains “It’s like she has spies everywhere” you add. “Dean was sitting beside this girl in the common room and the next day they both got detention just because they were sitting close to each other.” Hermione doesn’t say anything just focuses on her book.

“Well I’m getting tired, I’ll see you in the morning.” Ron says and Harry gets up after him “Goodnight boys” Hermione looks up from her book and then back down again. “You wanna go to bed Mione?” “No, you go” “I’ll wait here with you.”

After an hour Hermione hasn’t said a word to you just reads her book. Hermione starts to yawn “Lets go to bed.” You go up to your dorm, Parvati is already asleep. You change into your pyjamas and try to get into Hermione’s bed “Mione, could you please move your stuff so we can cuddle?” “Not tonight I’m busy.” “It’s 10:30 we should go to bed, we have school tomorrow” “I don’t want to sleep with you tonight” she snaps.

You walk back to your bed and get cuddled up in the sheets. Hermione is usually quite loving with you which hurts. “Y/n” she whispers putting a hand on your back “What?” “I’m sorry, I want to cuddle with you.” “Why are you so indecisive?” “I’m stressed. I want to do well in the O.W.L.s and I need your cuddles.”

You let her into your bed “You two stress me out, some days I think you will get married and others I’m not so sure” Parvati says. “I thought you were asleep” Hermione says “I was.” Hermione cuddles into you kissing your cheek “Can you be quiet?” You whisper into her ear “Not now Y/n. I’m tired” she whispers back “Hermione! It has been like a month” “I know but I’m still tired.” She falls asleep on your shoulder and you kiss her forehead.

You love Hermione to death but when she is in work mode you get annoyed. This is the worst it’s ever been because she thinks her whole life depends on her O.W.Ls.

The next morning you wake up soaked. In the night Hermione moved her leg inbetween your thighs putting pressure on your clit. You wanted so badly to grind on her thy but you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and Parvati is waking up any minute now. “Mione” you whisper waking her up “Morning sweetheart.” “Please help” you bring her hand to your pussy “Oh shit. We can’t be late, if it was any other time except now I would help you.” “You want me to walk around soaking wet and throbbing?” Hermione looks conflicted “I’m sorry, I promise you I’ll find a time to help you out.”

You decide not to wear underwear today, for two reasons. One so the throbbing might go away when the air hits it, and two so Hermione can easily help without complaining about the underwear being in the way.

Hermione holds your hand and you walk to breakfast together. You so badly wanted to put hermiones hand under your skirt so she could feel your bare cunt but you had a plan.

Hermione made you choose all the same subjects as her so you were lucky enough to be with her all day. At lunch is when you decided you couldn’t handle being horny. While Hermione revises some notes she has written you put your hand on her upper thigh and continue eating. She doesn’t question it until you swiftly move your hand into her underwear. She looks up from her notes and looks at you with wide eyes, you slip a finger into her core, she puts a hand on her mouth.

“Is that a girl thing or a girlfriend thing?” Harry asks “Huh?” Hermione looks at Harry “You two look like you’re having a conversation without saying anything.” “Oh, yeah it’s a girl thing but also a girlfriend thing” Hermione says putting a sandwich in her mouth. She moves closer to you putting her leg over yours to spread her legs. She buries her face in your neck. “This is so wrong” she whispers “Then why are you so needy for me?” “I can’t help it. I actually need to study.” She picks up the parchment and tries to read it occasionally slipping a moan.

“I’m going to cum” she whispers burying her head in your neck again. You take your fingers out of her and she slaps you “Woah” Ron says. “You bitch” she slaps your arm and you laugh. “It’s not nice is it?” “I told you later” “Now I am telling you later.”

Hermione gets focused on her studying and she eventually forgets about being horny. You however could not say the same. You walk into Transfiguration with Hermione “No, let’s sit at the back” “What, why?” “Trust me.”

You and Hermione sit in the back corner you couldn’t concentrate on the lesson when the throbbing got worse. “I can’t concentrate back here, why did you want to sit here?” You take Hermiones hand and put it under your skirt. “Where is your underwear?” “I didn’t put any on this morning. I can’t wait any longer.” she starts to rub your clit slowly still listening to Professor McGonagal talk. “Faster Mione” she rubs faster making you whine and beg for more in her ear. She pushes your legs apart as far as you can and rubs faster. Luckily Professor McGonagal couldn’t see what Hermione was doing.

“Oh please Mione” you moan in her ear groping one of her tits. “No, she will see” you let go and Hermione slipped in a couple fingers. “You’re soaked” she whispers “For you Mione.” You feel yourself about to cum you bite Hermione’s shoulder hoping it will stop you from moaning. “Oh Merlin” Hermione puts her fingers in her mouth. “That was so much fun” Hermione whispers “You’re so naughty” “I like being naughty for you, Y/n.”

Hermione couldn’t stop smiling at you up until the end of the day. “Let’s go up to our dorm” you go to your dorm and lay down while Hermione studies and Parvati gathers some books to return to the library. “Where are you going?” Hermione asks Parvati “I’m going to the library to do some studying, wanna come with me?” “I prefer studying in here but maybe after dinner.” “I’ll see you at dinner then” Parvati shuts the door.

“Muffliato” Hermione says and gets up from her bed “What are you doing?” You ask “What do you think?” Hermione gets on your bed and starts to strip. You watch her as she unbuttons her shirt revealing her bra “Keep going, I want to see you strip naked.” She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. “Shit look at you” you moan and reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, her boobs are so beautiful and perky.

Last to come off is her underwear, she stands in front of you completely naked. “Your turn” she says “You want me to strip too?” “Not exactly.” Hermione straddles you and unbuttons your shirt, her eyes widen “You’re not wearing a bra” “I wanted to be ready.” She takes off your skirt. “Lay down, it’s your turn.”

You spread her legs apart “I’m sensitive” she says “That’s good I’ll make you cum hard.” You kiss her inner thy’s making her squirm until you kiss her clit “Please I need more.” You suck on her clit fingering her with a finger. “Ahh fuck Y/n” she yells, it always turns you on when Hermione swears. She rarely ever swears outside of the bedroom but she’s so vocal when we have sex that it just comes out. “Y/n I’m about to cum” you feel her walls tighten and throb around your fingers.

“I want to suck on your nipples” Hermione says “You do?” “Yes, it always feels amazing when you do it to me, I want to try it.” Little does Hermione know how sensitive your nipples are. They get hard when Hermione accidentally touches or brushes past you. You bite your lip when she takes it into her mouth. “Hermione please” she pinches your other nipple and you start to grind on her thigh. She bites the nipple in her mouth before letting go “Youre so needy, what do you need?” “Your thigh” Hermione sits on the edge of the bed letting you straddle her thigh and start rubbing yourself on her thigh.

“Wow you’re wet” she kisses your neck “Feels amazing Mione” her leg is so smooth and easy to grind on. “Can I grind on your pussy?” You ask Hermione “Yes love.” You position yourself between her legs. Just the connection of our cunts made us wet. “Move or I’m going to cum” Hermione says and you start to grind. “Oh shit, oh fuck. You’re so good at this” Hermione yells and starts moaning.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well Mione. Making me so wet” “I’m s-so close!” Hermione holds onto your tits and you feel her finish under you bucking and grinding her hips into you. “Keep doing that I am going to cum.” You cum and cuddle with Hermione “Did I make it up to you?” Hermione asks “Yes mione, you certainly did.” “You seemed to enjoy yourself” “So did you Mione, you make me so horny when you swear and moan like that.

“Hmm maybe we could go for round two and I’ll be fucking you this time” she rubs your clit while whispering in your ear “Fuck I’m already throbbing” “Good girl.”

[weebswrites]

Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and  throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

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invisible string

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, harassing

a/n: sequel to willow. wanda is a tarot reader and you cannot tell me otherwise. it is canon. 

WILLOW - TOLERATE IT

Time, curious time gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

James was taken aback by her move, watching his black king cornered by both her white queen and king. How had he not seen it? It was right there ever since she moved her queen to lay in F7 right at the beginning of the game. How? It didn’t matter but her naughty smile, pushing at the corner of her chapstick painted lips left no doubt to who had won this game. He bit his lip leaning against the couch, full view of the glass chess board. She had less pieces left than him but she had still managed to won and as such he extended his hand towards her. She looked at his hand hesitantly, her winning grin fading and her usual insecurity returned as a shake hand came to shake his. 

     - No one has won a game against me in years. - he grabbed the glass black king from the board, handing it to her. - How’d you do it?

     - You wanted my king. You wanted it so badly you forgot about your own, so I distracted you with minor pieces. Gave you the false sense of security you had it and then struck down.

   - That’s such a dirty trick, petal. - he leaned against the velvet fabric of the armchair, eyeing her up and down. She felt naked under his gaze, almost as if he could see through her walls and clothing. She guessed a man like him needed to have such a sharp eye but it wasn’t any less intimidating, even if she had just won a chess match against him.

He rose slowly from the armchair, his feet moving slowly towards a silver cart leaning against a wall, just under an abstract painting with several glass bottles of several coloured liquids. He took the glass stone from one of them, pouring some of the dark amber liquid onto two glasses before offering one to Y/N.

  - Glenlivet. - he spoke out, noticing the confusion on her face. - You’re old enough to drink, aren’t you?

  - How old do you think I am Mr. Barnes? I thought you knew everything about your employees.

  - And I do, petal. I know where you went to school, kindergarten even, know the name of your friends and that’s all from one of my men following you for a day. - Bucky rose his glass in a small toast before starting to drink. Y/N’s colour drained from her face as she started to wonder if she’d gone to see his father in the precinct. She hadn’t. At least she thought yet her body started shaking and it became harder to breathe. - Y/N? Hey, are you okay?

  - Yeah ... I just need some fresh air. - she tried to get up from the couch but she couldn’t, her nerves getting over her. What if he’d heard her speak about the undercover job, she was dead, she was definitely flirting with death the moment she stepped into his home. 

   - Someone was following you from the bar, petal. I’m not going to kill you, if I were to kill you it wouldn’t be in the comfort of my own home. Blood is a bitch to take out of white carpets. - Bucky once again seemed to read through her. He once again got up from his couch, placing his gun on the marbled island of his kitchen before returning to her. - You’re paranoid, petal.

   - It’s not ... I don’t really like being followed. Why were you following me? 

   - That guy from the bar followed you home and since he got his head smashed against the counter and a drink thrown in his face, I thought better to send Steve after you for that night. You are awfully clumsy and if you had any real enemies, you’d be dead by now. You leave your key under the entry matt and so does your housemate and her lousy brother too. Twins?

   - Yes.

   - You’re so afraid of me but in all honesty petal, you’re the biggest danger to yourself. 

   - Has Steve followed me recently?

   - No. I’ve been driving you home ever since, park a bit outside campus to ensure you get in. It’s an ugly world out there, petal.

   - I know. Trust me, I do ...

After her mother died, the home she had once learned to love lost its homey feeling. Suddenly, the home that always smelled like fresh lemon tarts and gardenias was now dark. His father left his case files all over the kitchen and would sit at the table smoking his cigars with a glass of port as he read through the cases. Her father loved her, he did, just in his own way. 

She still remembered peaking by the door, holding onto a blanket her mother had quilted for her with her name embroidered in aqua blue, and seeing the photos scattered around the table of murders, abusers, robberies. She knew there was darkness, she just preferred to ignore it.

   - You live inside your head very often don’t you? - he eyed her as she took a sip of the drink he had offered her. Scotch was never her drink of choice, she preferred not to drink at all seeing how it had soured her father. Yet, she guessed a centenary drink was no joke.

   - That’s called being an only child, Mr. Barnes. Besides, my ideas are rarely worth listening.

   - Hm, I see ... Perhaps you’d like to see your room? - he changed the conversation, offering a hand to her so she could get up. 

Her soft fingers wrapped around his cold hand, a stark contrast to her warm hand. Bucky finger lingered over the top of her palm, feeling the softness and plumpness of her skin compared to his scarred, rough one. She didn’t mind, she followed him happily through the halls of his way too big house. 

Steve had told him when he bought it that it was too big for himself alone but for Bucky buying a big flat meant he made it, he could now tell everyone else who doubted him to fuck off yet it was hard to come back to it at the end of the day. Always clean and always empty. The staff didn’t stay behind for much longer, having heard all sorts of rumours and he believed if Y/N wasn’t so afraid of him, she would’ve probably left. Yet, he couldn’t find himself to sell the flat so he just slept in hotel rooms. Smaller roomers where it didn’t feel like the emptiness surrounded him constantly. 

He led her to one of the guest rooms he had decorated in soft pinks, whites and greys. Bucky guessed it’d make her comfortable, it matched her cardigans and little embroidered dresses she would bring around to the bar despite most of his waitresses constantly berating her on it, saying it would get her no tips. 

Y/N peaked through the door crack as he opened it. The room was rather soft with a large king sized bed with white and blush pink bedding along with a grey rug nearby. With so many bedrooms, he probably had enough time to decorate each one with a different colour palette. 

    - There should be some pyjamas in the wardrobe. Might be a bit big but it’s better than sleeping with your clothes on. 

   - You seem prepared. Is this where you bring your mistresses?

   - My mistresses don’t sleep in my house. - why would you say that, Y/N? Are you trying to get yourself killed? - I’ll drive you home tomorrow at 8AM so you should go to sleep. Goodnight, petal.

  - Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Barnes. - he closed the door behind her and she was left with herself in the bedroom.

She padded around the linoleum floors, phone in hand as she photographed the horizon so maybe her father could locate the house and search for evidence. Y/N couldn’t. She couldn’t find herself to go investigating his house as he was kind enough to offer her a place to stay. Instead she just investigated the room which was so much better. It was a suite with its own bathroom decorated with monogramed fluffy white towels and white marbled surfaces. She wondered why he wouldn’t bring someone here, it was clearly a work of architectural art but yet again, maybe don’t show strangers where you sleep. Maybe he shouldn’t have shown it to her. 

At least she was doing something right. At least he didn’t hate her enough not to allow her to listen to his conversations, to the talks of deals that would surely provide her father’s precinct with the clues that they were not insane to think that there were tradings happening under their noses. She was doing good but she felt dirty nonetheless. She didn’t like lying but she also wanted to graduate, to be something other than the Capitan’s daughter.

She ignored her mind and got dressed in the steamed and washed pyjamas that were hanging on the silk hanger of the closet and got inside the bed. She was okay, she was going to be okay. 

The daylight ruptured through the night and she was the first one up to get dressed and make the bed as well as put the pyjamas back on their place. Bucky didn’t take long to knock on her door and as she opened it there he was again, polished suit and hair as if looking casual destroyed the whole appearance. It didn’t, he was a handsome man and she was absolutely certain he would look handsome in anything. 

    - Did you sleep well? - he questioned as she stepped out the room, holding onto her worn out faux leather brown satchel. 

   - Yes, it’s a very comfortable bed. What about you? 

   - I don’t have time to sleep, petal. I was thinking about having some breakfast before I dropped you off, if that’s okay with you.

   - I just want to get back home. My flatmate might worry. 

Bucky didn’t force her. She was like any other staff and he guessed having breakfast with the mob boss wasn’t her idea of a good spent morning, besides, she probably still needed to go to class. He drove her back to her small, unsafe which she saw as safe flat, keeping an eye on her every once in a while. Her posture was rigid or even one that a manner teacher wouldn’t correct, it was slouched over his window, hand under her chin as she observed the early morning light illuminate the city. 

Getting to campus during early mornings were always funny to her as she never knew what she would find; some students would be still returning from nights out while some would exit the library with piles and piles of books and notes. Either way, it was always a fun game. He stopped in front of her flat, putting the car on stop, engine slowly lowering its sounds. 

   - Thank you for bringing me, Mr. Barnes. - she held her satchel against her chest. 

   - You got an evening dress? Cocktail party maybe? 

   - So not a black dress? - she teased, biting the skin of inner lip. 

   - Definitely not. 

   - I think I might have something.

   - You’re not working tonight, you’re coming with me to an auction. I’ll pay you double the salary of a nightshift if you say yes.

   - Plus night wages?

   - Everything you’d get paid a night, I’ll double it. 

   - I’ll get to work finding that dress then. - she opened the door of his car, exiting before waving him goodbye.

Getting inside her flat, she could definitely sense the difference between worlds she was living in. Spend time with James Barnes, her father told her. Besides, how bad could an action be? There were several people there and if she knew what he was buying maybe it would prove useful in the future.

She climbed the stairs up to her door which was slightly open. She would’ve questioned why had it not been for Pietro’s voice echoing through the whole hall. Of course. None of them really close the door whenever the other one is around. 

    - Wanda, I’m telling you, that’s bullshit. - he told his sister who merely rolled her eyes at him. - Shuffle it again.

    - It says you’re a fuckboy deal with it. - she crossed her arms, before noticing Y/N had come in. - Hey you, you’re here early. I thought you were gonna appreciate your motel stay for a little while. 

   - Well, I ... I was just homesick. - she lied. Wanda clearly wouldn’t like to know where she had spent the night. - What are you guys doing?

   - Pietro asked me to do a reading on him and he’s upset at the result. As per usual.

   - I’m telling you the deck is broken. Do Y/N. - he pointed at the captain’s daughter who sat down by the coffee table where the two were. Wanda shrugged and asked Y/N to touch the deck before she started to shuffle it, three cards falling onto the table as soon as she did.

The Lovers, the Devil and Death. Y/N knew those cards all too well, she loved roaming through Wanda’s deck and marvel at the beautiful pictures and Wanda normally told her that the Death card was not as bad as everyone made it look like as well as the Devil. However, this time, all the colour drained from the brunette’s face as the stared at the cards fallen on the table. She shuffled the deck again, hoping for more cards, this time getting the Six and Nine of Swords. 

   - Everything okay, Wan? - she asked her friend who was intensely staring at the cards in front of her. 

   - Yeah ... I guess Pietro is right, the deck is broken.

   - See? I told you so. You never listen to me. 

   - I think I should be getting to class now. - she interrupted the two sibling’s bickering. - I’ll see you later. 

She spent most of her classes thinking about the auction. It was harmless enough and her father was over the moon, telling her she should be proud that she was now part of the “inner circle”, whatever that meant. Nevertheless, she was getting paid double which would always help with rent and utilities. The last module took hours of a lecturer going through yet another generic powerpoint followed by a class of over a hundred students rushing out the door the moment it was over. 

She took to her bedroom before Wanda arrived to search for the only evening dress she had which barely saw the light of day, mostly living inside the black box over her wardrobe. It was her mother’s, something she had left behind that Y/N had taken a particular liking to once she grew up. It was a baby pink slip dress with the hem in matching lace and she guessed it would be appropriate for an auction. 

   - Where are you going? - Wanda asked as Y/N stepped out of the room. Shit. Of all the days for her to be home early, it just had to be today. - What are you doing wearing your mum’s dress?

   - It’s fancy dress day at the bar. 

   - Fancy dress day at a mob bar?

   - Clearly. 

   - What are you hid ... - Wanda was interrupted by Y/N’s phone. Mr. Barnes had texted her he was outside just at the right time. 

   - I’ll see you later, Wan. Have fun but not too much fun.

Before the brunette could question her, Y/N was already out the door, bag in hand. She went down the stairs and outside where Mr. Barnes was leaning against his car, dressed in a navy blue suit which made him look like a model gracing the cover’s of fashion magazines. 

    - You’re supposed to make me wait, petal. 

    - I like being on time. - she walked up to him, standing less than an arm’s distance from the posh dressed mob boss. 

    - I should start by warning you not to go by your real name today. Safety purposes. 

   - What should I call myself then? Your date? - she asked as he helped her inside the car. 

   - You can call yourself whatever you’d like, petal. As long as it’s not your real name and I know what name you’re going by. 

   - Uhm ... I wanna go by Betty. 

   - Betty?

   - Like Betty Draper from Mad Men. She sounds like the type of woman who would go to an auction.

  - So you wanna be Betty Drapper? - Bucky hide a small smile as he drove through the dark night. 

  - No, I wanna be called Betty for tonight. - she leaned against the comfortable seatings of his car. 

“You’re part of the inner circle now, darling. Do something about it”, her father’s words echoed in her mind through the faint sound of the radio playing Doris Day. Yet again she had no idea how going to an auction would be a break in the case unless Mr. Barnes was buying weapons or drugs. The fact she was going by a different name didn’t calm her nerves but he wouldn’t kill her in a public setting. She watched the trees pass by from the window of his car  until they reached a big white house which could be certainly considered a mansion.

Mr. Barnes got off his car while the engine was still roaring, handing the key to the valet before opening her door. She looked up at him, blinded by the fairy lights all around the mansion and suddenly she got nervous, very nervous. Nevertheless, she took his help in getting off the car, walking to his left as the valet drove away with his car. 

    - We’re sticking with Betty? - he asked as they climbed up the stairs to the entry of the mansion. 

    - We are. - she nodded as he knocked on the door. A poshly dressed man opened the door allowing for her to peak inside. The room was full of people chatting to each other, champagne flutes in hand of roaring laughter. This was definitely different from the environment she was used to back at the club. 

Without noticing, she clung to his side as he moved through the seas of people drinking and admiring art work which she guessed was what was being auctioned until they got stopped by a slightly shorter than him man dressed in a black tuxedo. 

    - Barnes, you made it. I saved some of your favourite pieces for you. - he was happily talking until he noticed Y/N by the mob boss’ side. - Who is this lovely lady?

    - This is Betty. - he was an excellent liar, even she would’ve believed her name was Betty.

    - Pleasure to meet you, miss. - he curtsied which greatly confused her. - Do you want to come see them? I told my Miriam that the Proserpina paintings would be for Mr. Barnes when we started picking pieces. 

The mob boss was sweet on art? She curiously followed them into a badly light room in shades of burgundy and dark browns where several paintings. She observed them with an innocent look as Bucky heard about the prices and its overall worth. Of course they were not going into auction, they had been saved for him and him alone. He was important, stupidly important when compared to these other people. She could hear whispering from other people as he passed by, away from the room through other people.

The man, whose name Y/N still hadn’t really heard, left them in the entrance with everyone else, two champagne flutes immediately making their way to them. Yet, she still didn’t know exactly what to do. What would this be of use to her father? Someone liking art was common, something very common. Once again useless. 

   - Why did you bring me here if you don’t even need to attend the auction?

   - It’s a bad look to appear unaccompanied. Besides, I’d like to see the auction tonight.

   - I didn’t know you liked art. 

   - You thought I’d only like to see people dying, petal? - he spoke in a soft, calm manner but she could see his smirk through his strong facade. 

   - Look who it is. - Bucky’s face switched into an heavy expression, something Y/N barely saw and didn’t like to see. His arm pulled her behind him as someone dressed in what looked like a taffeta black suit walked up to him accompanied by a black haired woman in a skin tight burgundy dress much more sensual than Y/N’s blush pink flared dress. - James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you didn’t visit this part of town.

   - Rumlow, I visit whatever part I want. 

   - You remember my wife Rachel. - he pointed at the woman nearby him. - I don’t think I remember your friend. Care to introduce us?

   - This is Betty. She’s Sharon’s niece. 

   - Pleasure. There sure are lovely jewellery pieces tonight at auction, aren’t there?

   - And I believe I should care about those since I’m a woman. - Y/N gave him a forced smile, earning a scoff from Bucky who was trying not to laugh at her quick wit. 

    - I’m here to bid on the Elizabeth earrings. They’re a brilliant piece, don’t you think?

    - Yes, well ... we should be getting to our seats. - Bucky ignored the request for continuing the conversation, instead holding Y/N’s hand and leading her towards the auction room.

That was an odd conversation, one with underlying feelings of animosity. Maybe coming here was worth it, maybe that name “Rumlow” would be of use to her father. However, it didn’t matter as she was rather exciting to be in her very first auction. Sitting down in gold painted chairs she could see the paddles with several numbers and even the odd gentleman with a monocle. 

Bucky looked at her with a faint smile, observing how his world seemed to still entice her as for him it had long its spark a long, long time ago. People kept sitting down and soon enough the auctioneer was on the stage presenting pieces and shouting values of high amounts of money. High enough to pay for the rest of her degree, a masters and a few PhDs but she guessed this was how high society lived.

    - Finally, one of tonight’s most special pieces. - the man pointed at a pair of earrings on a glass box. - The Elizabeth earrings are made of white gold with two diamonds taken from The Cullinan diamond, one of the most precious in the world whose siblings belong to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Let’s start at 5 thousand.

Brock raised his paddle.

   - 5 thousand, does anyone says 6 thousand?

James rose his own paddle, surprising Y/N. She thought he was only here for the painting. 

   - 6 thousand, 7 thousand? - Brock once again rose his paddle. - 7 thousand, 8 thousand? 

Bucky once again rose his paddle, smirk on his face. He always enjoyed the chase and an auction chase was no exception. Besides, he would love to win those earrings just to piss off Brock Rumlow. 

   - 8 thousand, 9 thousand? - Brock rose his paddle again. - 9 thousand, 10 thousand?

   - 5 hundred thousand. - Bucky spoke out loud and clear for everyone to hear.

   - 5 hundred thousand, any higher? - Y/N’s gaze moved over to Brock who kept his paddle neatly in the middle of his lap, an upset expression gracing his face. His face moved to look at Barnes but he didn’t care, holding a winning smile on his lips. - Going once, going twice, going thrice ... Sold to Mr. Barnes. Congratulations.

Bucky didn’t low himself down to look at Rumlow instead getting up once the auction was over. Y/N followed him, curiosity once again getting hold of her and every fibre of hers. She had never seen diamonds in person, much less as precious as these ones were so once she went into the back and saw the woman place them into a red velvet box, she was done for. They placed the box on a nice black matte bag and handed it over to Mr. Barnes along with the certification of authenticity. 

The auction after party become boring afterwards, with Rumlow giving Barnes a look no one would like to receive and him having little to no care about it. At around 11PM, the time she would end her shift today, he started to walk away, tipping the valet some money to fetch his car while both of them waited outside. It was a cold night, the wind moaning in slow blows and suddenly she regretted not bringing a jacket. 

   - You should’ve brought a jacket. - before she could roll her eyes at this comment, she felt something fall onto her shoulders. Looking to the right shoulder, she recognised the navy blue fabric of his suit’s jacket. - Did you enjoy being someone else for the evening?

   - I didn’t envision my alter ego being Steve’s girlfriend’s family but I’ll accept it. It was nice, thank you for bringing me. 

   - My pleasure, Betty. - he joked. - I do prefer your name over Betty.

The valet brought back his beloved car and handed back the keys. It had been a rather fun night, one that surely went above and beyond her expectations. At least she had a name to give to her father, one of a contact that would be willing to speak about Barnes. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel absolutely dirty about it. He hadn’t done anything bad to her, anything that would consider her betrayal. He’d hurt people, or at least that’s what her father said. He’d hurt people, but she’d only seen him doing it to those who actually deserved it. It was wrong, it was wrong but she had too. 

These thoughts kept her quiet, with eyes on the road. This was bad, this was bad, how was she going to betray him but that was the job. Feel nothing, her father had told her before, feel nothing and don’t get hurt. She didn’t want him to get locked up yet again maybe she was too innocent to see what was really happening. 

    - We’re here, Y/N. - he killed the engine, stopping in front of the building. - You don’t look alright. Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?

   - Oh, no, no. I’m just tired. - she lied. Once again lying. 

   - I’m sorry for keeping you up this late. I’ll double your night pay too.

   - It’s not necessary, Mr. Barnes.

   - Bucky.

   - Pardon?

   - Call me Bucky. - he corrected her. - From now on, you can call me Bucky.

   - Bucky. - she repeated, a silly smile forming on her face. - Well, goodnight Bucky.

   - Goodnight, petal. Don’t forget your bag. - he handed her bag to the young girl before waving his last goodbye.

She stood in the sidewalk, watching his car leave with a silly smile on her face. Why was she even smiling? She should be feeling guilty, not smiley. Yet she was stuck in the middle of those two emotions. She needed to go back to bed, that’s what she needed. She needed to go back to her bed and sleep it through so like every single night, she climbed the stairs up to her flat. Once in front of her old student flat door, she opened her wallet to search for her keys.

Damned keys, always seemed to disappear in the darkness of her bag and as she rummaged through the contents she had been throwing inside her bag over the years. As she kept searching for her keys, something fell from her bag onto the bag. 

   - Shit. - she mumbled to herself, squatting down to grab what had fallen. Her mouth opened agape as she saw the same velvet blue box from the auction. Looking around and seeing no one around, she opened the box and there they were, the same earrings she had seen on the auction glass along with a note. Maybe Betty will like them. JBB. - I can’t believe it.

Once again, smiling like a fool. She couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be, it had to be some sort of mistake. These were 5 hundred thousand dollar pair of earrings for a woman who was wearing a hand me down dress from her mother. Before someone else could see them she shoved them back inside her purse, opening the door to her flat.

   - We need to talk. 

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HI CAN I REQUEST WHERE DRACO’S SECRET GF GETS BULLIED BY BEING A MUGGLE—BORN SHE GETS INJURED BADLY TO A POINT WHERE DRACO DECIDES TO STEP UP BY DEFENDING HER AND SPILLING OUT THAT THEYVE BEEN DATING FOR MORE THEN A YEAR

Secrets-D.M REQUEST

Warnings: Bullying, language, andmentions of r@pe (don’t continue if you are sensitive)

Requested?: Yes :)

Ever since Astoria transferred, she’s had it out for me. Her pure blood status was known as she bullied most muggle-borns, including me. With my secret relationship with Draco, I just endured it so he wouldn’t get hurt.

While walking to class, I ran into Astoria and made all her books fall. “Stupid Muggle-Born!” She yelled in my face as her countless minions picked up her items. I tried to apologize but she interrupted me.

“Don’t apologize for knocking my books, apologize for being born!” I could feel the tears wanting to form in my eyes. She shoved me before flipping her long hair and strutting away. Leaving me on the floor while everyone laughed.

I decided to just let it go as I walked to the library. It was my favorite area, being able to participate in another universe. It look my mind off the bullying and instead left me happier. I could properly loose myself in a good book if I found one.

But nothing made me more happier then Draco. We started dating almost a year ago and decided to keep it a secret. His mother knew of me and was completely fine with us dating. She told me she was happy that Draco was able to smile again.

So I made it my life mission to make him happy, whether I was going to be hurt in the process. He often hung out with me in my dorm as I did the same in his. It was the only area where our relationship could flourish.

This time we were meeting in the library. “Hello love.” I looked up from my book to see Draco sitting next to me. I smiled as he leaned in my zone to read the book. “Oh! I love that book!”

I laughed as he smiled at me. Draco loved books, usually reading them to me when we were alone. It was my favorite passing time, something I could call mine.

“Here I want you to have this book, it’s one of my favorites. I thought you might like it.” I smiled hugely as I accepted the book he gave me. I handed him one of my favorite muggle books for him to try.

I headed towards my dorm and just wanted to read before my next class. My nose was stuck deep in the book as I had it snatched from my hands. “Well well what do we have here?”

I tried to grab my book back but two of Astoria minions grabbed me by the arms. Her face grew angry at me trying to grab the book. “Please just give it back.” She rolled her eyes before grabbing the book roughly.

She tore out a page and tears started to run down my face. My book. Draco’s favorite book was ruined. “Astoria please!” I tried yelling and it did stop her from ripping pages. It didn’t stop her from hurting me. She grabbed the book and used it to slap my face.

I stood there astonished at what she did. She just grew angry at my lack of response to her. With a snap of her fingers, her minions started to punch and kick me. I laid huddled on the floor as they kicked my stomach.

I could taste the blood in the mouth as they started to beat me more. Tears fell from my eyes and the sight made Astoria laugh. Students who were walking would stop and watch in horror as they were too afraid to do anything.

I didn’t notice that Draco was among the students. Astoria bent down and looked at me as he started to speak. “Remember this muggle born bitch!” She started to walk away before she turned back.

“Do what you want with her, just make sure she’s quiet.” Countless gasps and whispers went through the crowd. Some of the guys that were close to Astoria started to walk over to grab me.

“Leave her the fuck alone!” Everyone grew quiet as Draco stepped out. His face red with anger and his hands were balled into fists. Astoria looked confused as she walked over to Draco. “Leave her be Draco, she’s a mistake.”

“NO SHES NOT! SHES MY GIRLFRIEND AND WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A YEAR!” The quiet doubled as Astoria looked angry at what Draco. His face growing red at how he finally shared our long secret. “A-A year?” Draco snapped even louder at her. “YES A YEAR! NOW LEAVE HER ALONE DAMNIT!”

Tears grew in her eyes as she turned to stomp away. Running into someone. “Watch it!”Looking up to see Snape with an unamused glance at her. Her face grew white at the sight.

Draco helped me up along with the help of Blaise and Pansy. The few people who treated me with kindness. They looked at me and gave me a weak smile as they carried me to the nurse.

“So Draco when we’re you going to tell us about your YEAR relationship.” His face grew red as he smiled.

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[the-angriestpineapple]

caught // bakugou x fem reader

18+, aged up, last semester at UA. A male reader here.

Your last semester at UA was really really difficult, if you were being honest. It made sense for it to be, UA was one of the most prestigious schools. All the hero course students were basically studying together as one big clusterfuck – there were specific tables at the library that had all but been roped off for your classes whenever you needed it. Hero students would show up, sit at the tables and study with whomever was there. Usually you got a good mix of 1-A and 1-B students. Iida, Kendou, and Yaoyorozu were there a lot trying to help in any way they could. Kaminari, Tetsutetsu, and Sero were usually there trying to understand multiple subjects. When you got there that afternoon on a Sunday though, the tables were empty. That wasn’t the worst thing, you mostly understood the subject you came to study. It was near silent for a good twenty minutes and you were so in the zone that a stack of books being dropped on the table next to you made you nearly fling yourself from your chair. You look up with irritation, ready to tear into whom you are assuming is one of your friends playing a prank, and are met with angry red eyes. Bakugou Katsuki.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The question is out of your mouth before you can really think about it, and he raises his eyebrow. Of all the people you thought you would see at the group study table, Bakugou was not one of them. He was so reclusive. “Promised Shitty Hair. Why, you got a problem with me or something, princess?” He drops down into the table next to you and stares at you with those intimidating red eyes. You try to bristle, to not look like his intense glare is shaking you to your core. “No, you just aren’t one to help people study. Or at all.” It’s a low jab, saying that to a future pro Hero – and a damn good one, you’ll admit – but you can’t help it. His eyes narrow. “I help people plenty,” he growls. You just turn to look back at your notes. Prickly, asshole attitude or not, you had the biggest crush on Bakugou Katsuki. He was so fucking beautiful to look at, even when scowling. His drive and ambition and domineering presence were all so attractive to you, and more than a few times you’d gotten off to fantasies of what he would be like in the bedroom. You’re not sure you’d exactly call yourself submissive, you certainly had a mouth and plenty of sass. However, the thought of Bakugou and his angry red eyes staring down at you as you take him into your mouth… But you can’t focus on that right now, you need to study. There’s a few moments of near silence, the only sound in the room being your pencil scratching at paper as you take notes, before you register Bakugou opening his book next to you. You wonder how long it’s gonna take Kirishima to get here. You aren’t super close with him, or any of 1-A really, but you know he’s really good at keeping Bakugou in check. And bantering with everyone around him. And being a distraction from the ridiculously chiseled body currently sprawled over the chair next to yours. You glance quickly at him out of the corner of your eye, focusing on his face. He’s staring down at his book, neutral faced while he reads. He’s even handsome when he has no expression, fuck. You don’t want to get caught looking at him so you look right back down at your notes. Yes, Calculus. That was definitely a thing you needed to know right now. You carefully write down the next problem without bothering to check the last one. “It’s wrong.” You pause, then turn to look to your left. Bakugou has one of his arms thrown over the back of his chair, legs spread, and he’s looking right at you. You are just staring at him, so he rolls his eyes and gestures to your notebook. “Your last problem. You did it wrong.” What? No you didn’t. You look down at the problem with a frown glancing over your work. “No, it’s right.” Bakugou gives another exasperated sigh and snatches your pencil from you. “Look, you idiot. It’d be right if you hadn’t copied the problem wrong in the first place.” He shoves his way into your spaces, your senses overcome by the subtle scent of caramel. He circles the figure you had incorrect, then jabs at it with your eraser in the book. “See? Maybe learn to fucking read.” He drops your pencil on your book. Your face flushes and you take the pencil back with slightly shaky hands. Fuck. It only takes a couple of seconds to know that you are going to need to excuse yourself. He was too close, too mean. You drop your pencil on the book again and abruptly rise, taking off for the bathrooms. You don’t see, but Bakugou frowns as he watches you go. Luckily the library is nearly empty so you don’t run into anyone on your way to the bathroom. You push into the women’s room and immediately beeline to the first stall, shoving your way into it and slamming the door behind you. Fuck. Him calling you an idiot and insulting your reading level shouldn’t be hot. That’s fucking ridiculous. But it didn’t change the fact that you were soaked. You waste no time, not even bothering to take off your panties as you perch on the edge of the toilet seat. You just push them to the side and start to circle your clit, whimpering at the contact. You were already so close, your whimpers getting a little higher as your hips start to rock… You gasp as your orgasm hits you, letting out a small moan that you’re hoping won’t attract any attention, unable to help his name falling from your lips. Katsuki. Always Katsuki, never Bakugou. You take in a big gulp of air as you come down from your high, not wanting to get back up and go out there. But you have to, all of your stuff is out there. And you do still need to study. You clean yourself up and rise to head out to the sink, making sure you wash your hands thoroughly. You’re in a little better mood now, calmer. Sure you can handle whatever it is Bakugou is going to throw at you when you come back. You open the door and step out directly into a solid chest. You squeak in surprise and take a step back. Your eyes widen in horror. Standing there, fists clenched, was the man whose name you just cried out. “Bakugou, I-” “Don’t.” Shit. You want to fall through the floor. If you thought the expression on his face was intense before, it’s nothing compared to the look he’s giving you now. He brings his hand up and you half expect him to punch you, and honestly you probably deserve it, but instead he’s pushing you into the bathroom. Ah, doesn’t want people to see him beating you up, you guess. He shoves you into a wall, slamming his hands on either side of your head. He crowds in close and caramel fills your senses again. “Were you just fucking yourself?” You swallow as you look up at him, unable to answer. It’s pretty obvious that you were. His eyes narrow at the blush that fills your cheeks. “You get off on being talked to like that? I thought you were in here crying, I came to fucking say sorry, and here you are with your fingers jammed up into your cunt and moaning my name like a goddamn slut.” He was coming to apologize? Kirishima must really be rubbing off on him. You still don’t know what to say to him though, and just drop your eyes. “Get on your knees.” You jerk your head back so fast you nearly slam it into the tile wall. “U-uh, excuse me?” you manage to stammer out. Did you hear him wrong? His scowl slowly turns into a smirk though, and your heart stops as he leans in. “I said… get on your knees.” You swallow hard before sinking down. The way he has you pushed up against the wall makes you have to spread your knees apart to make room for his legs. Your eyes flick to the door. This is a public restroom, there’s no way to lock it from the inside. “Don’t look at the fucking door. Look at me.” Your eyes are drawn back up to look at Bakugou, and they widen as he reaches for the buckle of his belt. “Such a dirty bitch. You even had the audacity to call me by my given name.” The tone he’s using is sending a chill down your spine, biting your lip as he unbuttons his pants and reveals a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His pants are usually pretty baggy, but you can’t help but think how miraculous it is that they were able to hide the solid length you’re faced with now. He chuckles and wraps his hand around his hard cock. “I bet this’ll feel so much better than your fingers.” Fuck. It will, you know it will. And you want it so badly.

“Open your mouth, princess.” You do, eagerly sticking out your tongue. You’re dying to know what he tastes like. He smirks at your enthusiasm and pulls at his boxer briefs until they are low enough to bare his cock to your face. It’s bigger than average, a fact that you just know Bakugou is proud of. He grabs his dick by the base and levels the head with your open mouth, rubbing it on your tongue. He tastes salty, only the tiniest hint of sweet, but that might be because his hands are so close to your face. “I’m assuming you want me to be rough with you,” he says lowly. You nod as best as you can with an open mouth and a cock on your tongue. He grunts, starting to rock his hips gently and letting the head of his dic drag along your tongue. “Good. We use a color system. Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop. If you can’t talk, pinch me twice. If you call red or pinch me, we stop. No questions asked. Got it?” You’re a little surprised, but you nod again. Bakugou drops his free hand to your head, and your eyes flutter closed as his calloused hand strokes through your hair. Fingers tangling into the strands. “Close your mouth.” You look up at him, finally getting your wish of seeing how his face darkens when you wrap your lips around his hard cock. Then his fist tightens in your hair and his hips jerk forward. He starts a hard pace, the plush head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. He grunts as he fucks into your mouth, head rolling back for a second. You’re pleased to know that he finds your mouth to be that good. When he rolls his head back forward to look at you his eyes are somehow even darker. “Yeah, fuck, you take that cock so well. Look at you. You’re so fucking turned on by this. I bet you’re dying to touch yourself again, to get off while you’re choking on my cock.” Your eyes flutter and you moan around his length, which only causes him to pick up the pace. After a few thrusts he pulls out of your mouth, your eyes shifting to look at his face in confusion. He leans forward and spits directly into your open mouth, then straightens and rams his cock back in. You moan at the treatment, willing your throat to relax so that his next thrust slips into it. He growls out, yanking harder onto your hair before pulling out again. He uses your hair as leverage to pull you to your feet, then yanks you by the arm over to the sink before bending you over the counter. One of his hands presses hard into the middle of your back to keep you bent over. The other rubs at your dripping folds. The sudden contact makes you let out a mewl and arch your back, desperate for more. “Needy slut,” he mutters, deft fingers moving your panties to the side and plunging two fingers deep into your core. You cry out and immediately push your hips back into his hand. He curses and starts to curl his fingers inside you, alternating between stroking your walls and scissoring you open. He’s doing this to prepare to take him, and you know it. It doesn’t matter that it feels amazing to you, he has a goal in mind. He works you open with a single minded ferocity, stretching your walls until he’s sure you can take him. From this vantage point if you look up, you can see the reflection of Bakugou biting his lip as he watches your pussy sucking in his fingers. Your already completely fucked-out face, and he hasn’t even  gotten to the main event yet. You whimper as he pulls his fingers from your aching sex, but your eyes widen when he lewdly licks your fluids off of them. “Goddamn delicious,” he rumbles, meeting your eyes in the mirror. He wraps his hand around his cock again, rubbing his tip against your entrance. You make a high pitched noise in your throat and try to push back, but his hand keeps you where you are. “Color, princess.” You look at him through the mirror, confused for a moment until you foggily recall his speech. “G-green,” you gasp out, speaking for the first time since you started. “Fuck, Katsuki, green, please, please just fuck me.” You cry out as a sharp slap blooms pain across your ass accompanied by the familiar crackle of Bakugou’s quirk. “I didn’t say you could call me that,” he snarls out. “I’m sorry Sir,” you say timidly. You don’t miss the way his pupils dilate. Perfect, exactly what you hoped would happen. He slams into you with one hard thrust, pushing your hips into the counter top edge. You cry out loudly, sure by this point that if anyone was anywhere near the bathrooms they would hear you. You weren’t being anywhere near quiet, and Bakugou’s delicious mix of growls, grunts, and moans were not entirely quiet either. His hands roughly grab your hips and he pulls you back into him. He thrusts his hips forward and pulls you back with each thrust, fucking into you as hard as you hoped he would. Bakugou Katsuki never did anything half-assed. “Fuck, you take me so well. Look at you, you’re a fuckin’ mess. You love this.” One of his hands releases your hip and he slaps it across your ass once more. This time no quirk, which was disappointing, but he was otherwise occupied. You moan at his words. Yes, you want to be good. You want him to want to do this again. The coil of heat is winding tighter in your belly with every thrust, and Bakugou can tell. He can feel your walls tightening around his length. He leans forward, as close as he can to your ear without losing his momentum. “That’s it princess, cum on my cock.” The words do you in and you cry out as the coil snaps, your walls clamping down on him. He slams into you one more time and releases as well, moaning as his head rolls back. He stays there for a few moments, pulsating as your walls flutter around him. “Fuck.” He sighs as he pulls out of you, leaving you bent over the counter. He shifts to the sink and cleans himself up quickly with some damp paper towels. You aren’t sure that you can move yet, your legs too shaky. He grabs more paper towels and dampening them, then walks back to you and starts to clean you up. “W-what-” “I’m not that big an asshole.” He sounds slightly annoyed, and your face flushes. Well how were you supposed to know that he’d be so tender after he just fucked the soul out of you? He shifts your panties back over to cover your sex, and flips your uniform skirt back down. “I’ll head back to the table first. You come after.” That made sense. You straighten up, still a little wobbly, and look at him. You nod your agreement. He stares at you for a few beats, then steps forward and gently takes your chin in his fingers. He brushes a soft kiss to your mouth, a surprised noise coming from your throat. He gives you a smug grin, then slips to the door. You lean against the counter, your fingertips brushing your lips. How… how had he just flipped your world upside down so easily? You take a few moments to compose yourself, straightening your uniform and fixing your hair, before you step back out in the library. “Hey, Y/N!” You blink at the sunshine smile of Kirishima Eijirou. “I thought these were your notes! You gonna study with us? Bakubro is great at Calculus!” Your eyes flick to the blonde, who is almost giving you a smile. “I’m great at a lot of things.” You have to say that you agree.

[unforth]

Ko-Fi Commission for Diminuel

@diminuel here you go love! <3 (sorry it’s not Naga Dean, I got it written before I saw your reply)

Fandom: Supernatural

Ship: Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Tags: A/B/O dynamics, canon adjacent, omega bottom Cas, alpha top Dean, mutual pining and idiots kinda sorta using their words, heat, mentions of Dean/Kevin (in a platonic “alpha helping an omega friend through a heat” way.)

Word count: 1,646 words.

Read on AO3 or read more...(ugh Tumblr is being impossible about formatting sorry it ate all the italics, sigh...you’re probably better off just reading it on AO3)

“Where is he?” Dean demanded, slamming open the door of bunker library and storming into the room. 

Startled, Sam jumped up from his chair, hand reaching for a pistol he didn’t actually have at his side when they were at the Bunker, and then relaxed. “Who, Cas? How did you kn--?”

“No, I mean the fucking Easter Bunny - of course I mean Cas!” Anger and arousal and anger about the arousal simmered beneath Dean’s skin. “And he’s been lighting my phone up with texts like you wouldn’t believe.” This was all wrong. “I didn’t even know he knew how to use the goddamn camera on his phone, much less how to send me a dick pic.” Cas didn’t - couldn’t - want Dean. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Oh, um.” Swallowing, Sam looked away, cheeks flushing. “Maybe you should, uh...I mean, he’s in his room. I thought you two…”

Dean glared, eyes narrowing. “We...what?” 

Come on, Sammy, I dare you to say you legit thought we were a couple, when you know better. He’s a fucking angel, and I’m a fucking mess, and he’d never…

“Nothing! I...look, Dean, I’m not involved. I offered, but he said it had to be you, so...go.”

...I’d never…

“What had to be me?!”

...that’s a total lie, I would if there was even a prayer that he’d want…

“Just go,” ordered Sam, gesturing toward the door and dropping back into his chair to hunch over whatever esoteric nonsense he was reading today.

...but he never would.

Grumbling, Dean obeyed, leaving the library and navigating the tunnels of the Bunker. His nose tickled, an unfamiliar scent permeating the air, and he tried to place it. It smelled a little like Charlie, with the soothing aspect of her betaness easing Dean’s tension even when he didn’t want his tension eased. It smelled a little like Kevin, especially that one annoying time he’d gone into heat, spicy and clinging and inescapable. It didn’t smell like Cas, who never smelled like anything. Jimmy had been an omega, Dean thought, but if Cas had a presentation type, Dean had never caught a whiff of it.

It smelled good, tempting, taunting. An itch teased down Dean’s spine, a whisper of desire thickening his dick.

It smelled wrong, like it didn’t belong, like Dean shouldn’t be following it.

Except he had to check on Cas.

Except the scent intensified the closer he drew to Cas’ room.

Except that Dean didn’t think he could stop himself pursuing the source of that enticing aroma if his life fucking depended on it.

Finally, he stood before Cas’ door. The mystery aroma suffused the air, and the explicit selfies Cas had sent him suggested intriguing possibilities, and Dean stood there, paralyzed.

If he added all the pieces up, it was hard to imagine anything other than that, somehow, Cas was an omega and had gone into heat.

And, if that was the case...the last thing Dean should be doing was knocking on that door.

Cas did not want Dean...but apparently, when he was in heat, maybe he did. Dean would never be that alpha. He would never--

“Dean?” Cas’ shout, frantic and deep and raspy and fucking sex incarnate, was barely muffled by the door. “Dean, you came! Please...oh, please…”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, heart aching. “I’m here.” He should walk away. “But I can’t…”

“I know,” Cas moaned, the scent intensifying. “...I know, I know, you don’t want...I mean...but…” The air was awash with musk and a heavy scent like a thick fog descending, and Dean’s erection stiffened. “...but just this once...please…”

Catching a lip between his teeth, Dean furious debated in his head as Cas continued to beg. On the one hand, Dean was never one to take advantage of an omega in heat. On the other hand, there was a world of difference between scenting a stranger and getting a dumbass alpha boner, and helping a friend through a difficult time. When Kevin had been desperate, Dean had offered himself up, after all...consent was a bitch in cases like those but friends were friends, and working it out after the fact was a time honored tradition...if Dean went in and helped Cas, it wouldn’t be any different.

“...Dean, I’m begging...I need you so badly...need you...only you…”

Right. Not a bit of difference. Nope. Not like Kevin really is just a friend, whereas Cas is…

“...I’ll do anything…”

...is everything...

“...I’m so hot…”

...is nothing...nothing to me...we’re nothing to each other…there’s nothing between us...

“I can’t,” Dean muttered, hoping like hell Cas could hear him, hoping like hell Cas couldn’t hear him and might stop babbling enticingly long enough for Dean to escape. “Cas...look...I get you feel all...some kinda way...right now...but you don’t actually…” Dean laid an arm over the door, leaned his forehead against it, and took a deep breath despite himself. “...you don’t actually want me…” 

Fuck, Cas smelled amazing.

“I do!” said Cas frantically. “I do, please - I need you.” He sounded like he was sobbing, and Dean’s heart could have broken - he wanted to help so badly, wanted to believe Cas so, so badly. 

But...

“...you don’t…”

...he couldn’t.

“I’ll show you!”

Surprised, Dean took a step back from the door and blinked as if the dull gray would tell him what the fuck Cas meant.

Naw, don’t need X-Ray vision to know what he means. He’s horny, and of course between Sam and I’d pick me, I’m hung, and Sam’s a little bitch. When I open this door, he’ll be on his bed, presenting a slick hole, and if my willpower doesn’t snap it’ll be a fucking miracle.

“Please!”

And even knowing all that, Dean couldn’t resist the desperate catch in Cas’ voice.

Fuck, but Dean was gonna hate himself when this was over.

Fuck, but I already hate myself…

With a resigned sigh, Dean pushed the door open and stared.

He’d been partially right - Cas was on the bed presenting a slick hole.

The wings were a surprise, though.

And Cas’ scent was fucking insane, powerful, unearthly, drawing Dean into the room like a siren’s call. He’d heard some nonsense about how a true mate might smell and had never believed a lick of it, and he didn’t believe it now, no matter how amazing Cas smelled, no matter how drawn to him Dean felt - this had to be some bizarre angel mojo, no “meant to be” involved, for all that Cas moaned like a damn pornstar when the first gust of Dean’s scent swept before him into the room. There was no fucking way this was Jimmy’s humanity at work. This was pure angel grace insanity, complete with black feathers, and Dean wanted...Dean needed…

“Bedside table!” Cas gasped, craning his neck to look back at Dean. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown, his cheeks coated with sweat and tears.

Who’d’a thought Cas would have protection next to the bed...good thinking though, I’m about 2.3 seconds from sinking in balls deep, and--

Dean tugged the drawer open.

There weren’t any condoms in the drawer.

There was a book with a leather cover and all the hallmarks of being a journal. 

“Read it - please read it - and then help me, if you still want to - I’ll understand if you don’t - but I need...need...and it can only be you, it has to be you, has to be…” Cas’ supplications dissolved into sobs as, confused, Dean withdrew the book and leafed through the pages…

...Dean, it said on one page...my mortal love, it said on another...anything for him, it said on yet another...doesn’t want me, on another page...here for him no matter what, on another...don’t need more than this, on another...but I want him, on another...page upon page of devotion and care written in Cas’ unmistakable neat handwriting.

Impossible.

The book dropped from Dean’s numbed fingers.

He can’t want me.

He can’t think I don’t want him.

“Dean!”

He couldn’t possibly…

Slowly, Dean turned toward the bed. Cas panted desperately, rocking back against nothing, eyes fixed on Dean...no, fixed on the bulge in Dean’s pants, his gaze was definitely directed down with the look of a starving man...and Dean stared.

...why would he…

“...need you…” Cas whimpered pathetically.

...but he does.

Certain this must be a dream, Dean crossed the scant steps separating them, fumbling hands undoing his belt on the first step, letting his pants drop on the second, stepping out of them on the third and fourth, and then he was beside the bed, and Cas was displayed before him like a banquet, and Dean’s cock was so hard it ached, and the scent of angel heat made him dizzy, and there was nothing, nothing between them except years of devotion and uncountable words of near-confessions that never said everything and desperation and pining and need and devotion…

...there was nothing between them, not a shred of cloth, not a single inhibition, not a hint of uncertainty.

Dean climbed onto the bed.

Though...they would have a fuckton to talk about once Cas’ heat was over.

Or it’s a dream, and I’ll wake up...either way, awkward feels talks can wait...hell, they can wait forever if I’m lucky...and Cas needs me now.

“Don’t worry,” murmured Dean as he pushed forward and the head of his dick breached that perfect, tight pucker for the first time. “I’ll take care of you.”

Everything could wait until Cas was sated - until Dean had been the alpha that Cas deserved.

“I know you will,” Cas whispered, rocking back against him. “You always do...always...always…”

Yes, Cas...always...always here for you...always your alpha...always your Dean…

...always yours.

[thevioletjones]

I’d love to see you tackle 5 or 44! Congrats on the Kudos!

Thank you! 5 was included previously, so just 44. 🙂 This one is explicit, FYI.

Prompt 5: “I still remember the way you taste.”

Cell Date

Getting smart about how he acted behind bars was really starting to pay off for Mickey. Not only was he staying out of trouble so that he’d have a chance of making early parole, he was also forging advantageous relationships, mostly with the guards and the old-timers that liked to do good deeds like helping other inmates get an education or decent legal representation.

Little things like that, plus abstaining from shanking for pay or cold-cocking bitches who got mouthy, were making this Mickey’s most pleasant and drama-free stint in prison since his unceremonious induction into juvie ten years previous.

Along with his cooperation and best behavior came some quality perks: first pick of audiobooks from the dude he helped in the library; extra jello, pudding, and french fries from that dude’s kitchen husband; extended yard and gym time when the guard he had people doing favors for on the outside was on duty; and the holy grail, his very own recently acquired smartphone, which he could keep with him in his cell whenever the right people were working, and otherwise stow with a friend when sweep checks were imminent. All he had to do to get safekeeping was provide phone privilege favors. Gave him an extra source of income too, when he sold video call time to inmates on the side.

Tonight, though, he was finally gonna have the damn cell to himself all night long. His bunkmate had just been released, no one else had been assigned to his bed yet, and the overnight guard was a friendly. That meant that at long last, he’d be able to have some kind of sexual escapade with his boyfriend for the first time since he’d gotten locked up nine months ago. As a bonus, they could maybe stay up shooting the shit too. But really, Mickey was horny as hell, and he imagined that Ian was too.

They had a kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it came to banging other people while they were apart, but as a rule, they weren’t allowed to do it more than once a month, or with the same guy twice, blowjobs included. That meant a lot of lonely masturbation sessions on both sides of the prison walls.

It was cruel that the only relief they could get from each other was by proxy of their own hands anyway, but at least now they’d be able to watch each other and egg each other on. It wasn’t the most ideal situation ever, but it was way better than having to stick to innocuous topics on the prison landlines that ran out at the ten minute mark.

This was going to be a treat.

He waited ’til 30 minutes past lights out just to be sure the coast was clear, counting down the minutes like a fucking schoolgirl waiting to make an illicit phone call after her parents fell asleep. As soon as the digital display hit 9:30, he was eagerly punching in the memorized number, smirking as he selected the video option.

He actually felt nervous as it rang, irrationally worried that Ian would be indisposed despite their agreed upon time and date. It took almost four whole rings before the display lit up, and a buffering vision of Ian appeared.

Mickey’s smile couldn’t help but mirror the cheerful redhead’s, and it only widened when he heard his deep, familiar voice.

“Hey, Mick.”

“Gallagher,” he replied softly and full of affection.

“I can barely see you,” Ian said with a chuckle. “That's not really fair.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot. Hang on.”

He’d managed to get his hands on a clip-on reading light through the library contraband network, so it would have to do. He dug it out from the hole in his thin-ass mattress pad and clipped it to the bar of the lower bunk, angling it toward his face and flipping it on. It wasn’t exactly super-bright, but it was good enough.

“Happy now? This is the best I could do on the after-hours lighting.”

“Yeah, I am. You look good.”

“Shut the fuck up. You look way better. Like a free man.”

Ian ran a hand through his hair, and Mickey wished it were his hand. “It is a nifty advantage, but it’d be a lot better if you were next to me.”

“Yeah, no shit. I’m getting the rawer deal here.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Ian challenged with a raised brow.

Mickey licked his lips, humming. “Didn’t realize the purpose of this call was to get on my ass about gettin’ locked up. Thought we already did that fun routine.”

Ian sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss you.”

“I’m doin’ what I can, gingerbread. Might get lucky in the next few months. Been playin’ the game all nice like. No demerits on my scorecard.”

“I appreciate that. You know I’ll be waiting.”

“Mm.”

“So… what’s new?”

Mickey laughed. “You want me to recount the thrilling tales of the jailbird jerk-offs? How would that be interesting or entertaining?”

“I’m pretty sure you witness more random acts of weirdness than I do everyday. You want me to talk about my job and coworkers, or my niece and nephew? I’m sure you’re dying to know on all counts.”

“Yeah, you got me figured out, Gallagher. That’s exactly why I wanted this dimly lit video call with your pale ass.”

Ian snickered. “Is this the part where we jump straight to the sex?”

Mickey shrugged and scratched his balls. “I mean, if we were in person without that fuckin’ glass between us, we woulda already been bangin’ by now.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“So?”

“What?”

“Show me your dick.”

Ian snorted, and it was nice to see him laugh unrestrainedly. They usually didn’t do too much laughing during his visits.

“It’s not hard yet.”

“Well, what the fuck you waitin’ for? Shoulda started before I called.”

“God, Mick, you really know how to romance a guy on his first date in nearly a year.”

“If this is a date, you got a really low bar, man.”

“Haven’t I always?”

“‘Ey! Fuck you.”

Ian laughed again and it made Mickey smile wide. He was gonna get addicted to these phone interludes, he could tell.

“Which reminds me… I expect you to take me out a few times when you get sprung, Milkovich. Restaurants, clubs, movies, the works.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Exactly how many acts of penance are on your little atonement list?”

“As many as I want. You got a problem with that?”

“You know I didn’t get locked up on purpose, right? Cuz I think you maybe don’t know that.”

“I think that I want you to stop putting yourself in situations where one of the possible outcomes is getting locked up. Cuz then we’re forced to resort to one sad long-distance video wank every nine months, which kinda fuckin’ blows, and not in the good way.”

“First of all, as long as I don’t get this shit confiscated by one of the asshole guards, we can keep doin’ this pretty regularly. Secondly, we haven’t even gotten to the wank part yet, so don’t call it sad. Also, is sex all that matters to you?”

“Says the guy who just told me to shut up and get my dick out.”

“Like you said, it’s been a long time.”

“And I’ve already told you that I miss you and want you beside me. I thought you wanted your dick stroked, not your ego.”

“Good one,” said Mickey, reaching down to fondle himself. “So how we gonna do this?”

“The only way we can, I guess.”

“Fine. Do I get to ask you to start touching yourself now?”

Ian giggled. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get it over with.”

“What kind of attitude is that? Get the hell on board or this ain��t gonna work.”

“Calm down and get your cock hard, convict boy.”

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, rubbing and squeezing gently.

“You gonna give me somethin’ to look at or what?”

“Gimme a minute, fool. It’s not gonna be very pretty in its current state.”

They both went non-verbal for a while as their arms started working, the only sounds being stray gasps, rustling noises, and slick skin against skin.

“‘Kay,” urged Mickey, “lemme see it.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Fine, just flip the camera.”

Mickey pressed around and activated the rear camera with flash, licking his lips when the screen filled with Ian’s lower half, hand jerking his big dick in that perfect rhythm he remembered so well. It forced out a moan before he could catch himself.

“Mick,” Ian whispered, and he suddenly missed the feel of his boyfriend’s breath blowing hot against his skin as they fucked. And that just reminded him of the way he’d nip and lick at Mickey’s neck, or pinch his nipples at just the right time.

“Ian,” he groaned, his strokes getting faster and more deliberate now that he was fully hard. “Miss you.”

And that was definitely the lamest shit to say when you were supposed to be talking dirty for the purposes of video sex, but it’s what came out of his mouth on account of all the memories surfacing, coupled with the regret of not being able to put his hands on Ian or have Ian’s hands put on him.

Mickey had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in his entire life, simply because he was being denied the opportunity. He’d almost forgotten how delicious Ian’s cock really was. It could wreck him all night long, or Mickey could worship it a little on his hands and knees when the urge overcame him. He wanted it in him one way or the other. Keeping him away from it was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Wanna fuck you, Mick.” Ian was still using this soft, breathy voice that was making him crazy. “Wanna see your ass.”

Mickey’s hand faltered for a moment as he snickered. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you that camera angle right now, genius?”

“You really didn’t think this through enough first,” chided Ian.

“Suck my dick, Gallagher.”

“Mmm, I’d love to get my mouth on you right now. I still remember the way you taste.”

“Oh, shit.”

Mickey’s jerks got tighter with that fantasy egging him on, and silkier with the ease of the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

“You got something to stick up your ass?”

Mickey whined. “Fuckin’ wish. Don’t exactly got a dildo permit, and that’s the kinda contraband no one tries to smuggle or sell.”

“A finger or two will do, right?” asked Ian, pausing for a moment to squirt some lube into his hand.

“‘Ey! What the fuck? No fair! You want me to try and prop this thing somewhere so you can watch me finger myself without lube, and you’re gonna casually use some to jack off with right in front of me? Read the room, fuckhead.”

Ian chuckled. “Sorry, Mick. What happened to the mayo packets?”

Mickey grimaced, regretting ever having told Ian about sometimes using that condiment as lube when he wanted to spice up a solo sesh. “Shut the fuck up and just help me get a damn orgasm.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know! What am I, the video sex expert?”

“You’re not a sexpert?”

“Now is not the time for your lame jokes, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, but I’ve never done this before either, jackass. I already made my request and you’re ignoring it. You do that for me, I’ll do something for you.”

“Fine, but if I do this for you, I won’t be able to see shit while it’s happenin’, so you have to fuckin’ wait to blow your load, or I’ll never do this with you again.”

“So is that your request? To see me blow my load?”

“Bitch, do I need to explain how porn works to you? You know how at the end of the video, you get to see everybody come? Jizz flyin’ everywhere?”

“Oh, believe me, next time we’re actually together in bed, I will cover you in jizz from head to toe.”

“That’s a lofty goal. Could take a while.”

“I’m willing to put in the hours. Now… get to it.”

Mickey sighed and let his cock fall out of his grip, glancing around to try and figure out how he could set the camera up in a decent place to where it would actually get what Ian wanted in frame.

“You’re gonna have to tell me if I need to adjust it, but I don’t have a lot of options, so just tell me when it’s good enough. Don’t need to get all Scorcese with the precision.”

It took a couple of minutes to figure out something that worked, his erection flagging to half-mast as he concentrated on the task Ian had given him. He was pretty sure that Ian should be the one going out of his way to give Mickey a nice show, but he figured if he let Ian have one first, he could make requests for their next long-distance fuck date.

Once Ian said it was good, Mickey kneeled and sat on his haunches, body remaining upright. He could only imagine what his asshole looked like through that badly lit phone camera, but whatever. At least he didn’t have to look at it. Ian could go crazy for it if he wanted to, and apparently he was if the renewed moaning was any indication.

“Get it wet,” Ian directed.

Mickey licked his palm and gave his cock a few tugs to get it back into the game, then spit in his hand and did what he could to work it around his hole. He was crouched with the damn top bunk rubbing against his bent head, with no view other than stiff white sheets and his own thighs and dick.

Yes, Ian was going to owe him a nice fucking show for this crap.

“Well?” the cocky little prick demanded. “Play with it.”

“Hold your damn horses, I ain’t a cam boy,” retorted Mickey.

With a deep sigh, he emptied his mind of the discomfort of his position and the embarrassment of his actions, and just went for it, wetting his finger with his mouth, then shoving it in as far as he could get it on initial entry. It wasn’t very far, but he wiggled and shimmied it as he slid it in and out, until eventually it was in as far as it could go from the angle he was in. He could faintly hear Ian going to town on himself, and he once again longed to be the one doing it to him. Pressing his ass back onto Ian’s cock instead of his own measly finger. Getting Ian’s big hand around his own dick while he did it.

As it were, he had to use his left hand to get some action on his dick, and as soon as he got back into the swing of things on that score, he set about trying to hit his prostate with his right hand.

“Add another one,” rasped Ian.

“You’re gettin’ real mouthy, ain’t you,” Mickey complained, wetting his hand again before sliding in two fingers to the knuckles.

“Oh, sorry, am I supposed to just remain quiet during this phone sex?”

“Stop sassin' me while I try to hit the spot. Some of us don’t got long-ass E.T. fingers.”

Ian chortled. “Jesus, Mick. Can you not bring my favorite childhood movie into this? Plus, you don’t need to go that deep. Just flip your hand over and crook your fingers. You’ll find it.”

“You think you know my ass better than I do?”

“Probably.”

Mickey did as suggested, even though it was the weirdest combination of body angles. It didn’t do anything at first, then all of a sudden, “Oh.”

Both hands got fast and furious as he felt that familiar tingly throb building up inside. He let himself get lost in it for a few minutes, then came to just enough to realize that he wanted a visual of Ian to orgasm to. It’s what he'd been looking forward to all week.

All at once, he stopped, flipping onto his back and grabbing the phone. All he could see on screen now was the damn ceiling, which was annoying, but also hilarious, since it meant that Ian was probably holding the stupid phone a few inches from his stupid face.

“Why’d you stop?” asked Ian breathily.

“Cuz I wanna see you, numbnuts. As fascinating as your ceiling is, it'd be great if you got the main attraction back onscreen. Please and thank you.”

Ian tittered and angled the camera back down, pushing it past his sternum. “‘Kay, where’s yours?”

Mickey pointed his phone back toward his crotch, eyes extremely focused on Ian’s impossibly hard red dick and large pale hand, sighing when he touched himself again. He needed a finger or two back in his ass, though. He always came harder with something up his ass, and it reminded him more of Ian too.

But there was no way to film himself and still get a view of Ian, plus use both hands to get himself off. He had to choose one type of orgasm to have, and since he wasn’t entirely sure he could pop from anal only, he stuck with the jerking off.

Maybe Ian was right. He hadn’t thought this through enough. But he knew exactly what his daydreams would be scheming up until their next interlude.

“You gonna come all over yourself like I asked?” said Mickey.

“Just a sec,” Ian replied with a grunt.

Mickey’s hand synced up with Ian’s, flying up and down his length on the phone screen. “Wanna see it on your stomach and in your pubes.”

Ian’s moans and groans got louder and closer together, building Mickey’s excitement up to the edge.

And then of course his gay-ass boyfriend had to go and say some gay-ass shit like, “I love you!”

And then he was shooting jizz out the tip of his dick, letting it get everywhere.

And the effect was the same as a quality porno scene in that it made Mickey come too, eyes squinting shut as the sensations overwhelmed him. He wanted to throw the phone across the room, but he somehow managed to keep it resting against his chest and filming everything.

As soon as the last of it gushed out, he did let the phone drop next to him for a short time, and Ian must’ve been recovering too, because he didn’t hear any complaints. He reached for the toilet paper roll and wiped himself down as best he could, not bothering to put his shorts back on when he was done.

He flipped onto his stomach, picked up the phone and went back to the front camera, leaning it up against the wall as he burrowed a pillow under his chin.

“That was halfway decent, Gallagher.” He grinned in relaxed satisfaction.

Ian flipped his camera back too, lying on his side, and propping the phone up against what was probably the empty pillow next to him that Mickey should be on.

“You’ll get the real thing soon enough,” Ian replied with a sleepy smile.

“Fuckin’ hope so…” he trailed off in thought. “Sorry I can’t be there. It is my fault.”

“Nah, just forget about all that, okay? All we can do now is get through the time that’s left. But if you think I’m not gonna ride your ass the non-sexy way when you get out, you’re dead wrong. Not gonna let this shit happen again.”

“You want me workin’ some minimum wage bullshit legit job?”

“Yep. We know how to be poor, Mick. Tired of getting the shitty end of all the risk.”

“Your pillow talk could use some work, Red.”

“I know. Thanks for showing me your asshole earlier.”

Mickey laughed. “No sweat. Well, probly some sweat.”

Ian snorted and shook his head. “Shut up. I’m glad we get to do this. It’s nice being with you at bedtime.”

“Be nicer if it included your dick in my ass, but I guess it’s alright.”

“Want me to tell you about the boring shit now?”

“Might as well.”

“As long as you don’t fall asleep before you tell me you love me, bitch.”

Mickey frowned. “Normal people don’t shout that shit as they’re coming, you freak.”

“I don’t care when you say it, just fit it in.”

It wasn’t really something they could comfortably say to one another on their regular taped prison calls and visits. It was better for Mickey's orientation not to be common knowledge to the wrong people around the joint.

“I love you, you silly bastard, now tell me about your dumbass day.”

Ian smiled brightly. “Franny did the cutest shit…”

Mickey half-listened, content to be in the distant presence of Ian’s face, voice, and manner; imagining a day soon to come when they would be reunited for good in the great wide open.

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

Define Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean never really knew how to express his feelings but then again who truly does. Dean knows what he wants though and that for Y/N to be happy, wether it’s with him or someone else.

Word count: 3605

Warnings: Fluff and angst I guess, lil bit of swearing if that counts.

A/N: So the first one did better than I though it might which is really heartening. As for this one again just read, enjoy it, see you on the other side. Oh and apparently I have a tag list now so lemme know if you feel the need to be on it. Unbeta’d all mistakes are my very own.

Masterlist

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"It's more than being in love"

"There's more than just being in love?" Dean seemed perplexed, though nevertheless intrigued. This wasn't the first time they'd talked about love. They’d had talks in the past about love and the meaning of it all. How each defined love and if either had experienced it.

"So much more. I mean I guess by definition it is being in love but the way I feel, I can't just call it being in love. It's so much stronger than that. The word love doesn’t suffice, doesn't do my feelings justice.”

"Sounds painful...was it?"

"It was...and it is, in an unavoidable way. It’s like I want it to stop, but I don’t want the feelings to go away?”

"You still love him?"

"I always will. It's not something that just goes away, Dean."

"Then why aren't you with him. Why are you still in the life?"

"It’s complicated." It always was.

"He didn't know?"

"He didn't know... didn't know I love him, didn't know he was in love."

"You could tell?"

“Yes, Dean… well, sort of. Loving someone isn't really something someone can hide. Not really. I mean they can try. Chalk it up to caring about then as a friend or just being a kind person but there's only so much, only so far, a friend would go for your favourite drink or — or remember a stupid comment you made ages ago, or play your favourite song 'by accident' so you can watch them dance in the passenger seat while they sing wholeheartedly even if you hate the song. If you're in love you do those things. That's how you tell or at least guess.”

"I do those things for you."

There was a pause as he looked at her with a scared expression of realization on his face. He blinked and swallowed. She looked at him with a knowing look and then got up and continued making her bed breaking eye contact.

"Well, that's just what I define as love Dean. It's not the same for everyone."

"Right. Cause I'm not in love with you right? We're friends I'd die for you but that's the job right?...right Y/N?"

"That's right Dean." She was hardly hiding the smirk on her face.

"I'm not in love with you am I?” He most certainly was and knew it, though he’d kept it to himself for the longest time until his attentive brother spotted a few things out of the ordinary. After a short talk, Dean came to terms with it and Sam promised not to say a word of it to Y/N or Dean for that matter. Dean made his brother swear not to mention it — ever. He’d still denied his feelings, mostly so that it wouldn’t hurt as badly knowing she loved someone else. He went about his life as he always had.

"You tell me.” she was chuckling. "Dean, really, just forget about this whole conversation. It's just blabber, you know that, nothing important. I was thinking out loud.”

"Okay... what was his name? The guy you loved I mean.”

"Right, like I'd tell you his name. And Dean, you don't have to talk about him like he’s in the past. He's still alive and well and I talk to him on a regular basis."

"Wait so he's alive and you talk — Y/N why aren't you with him. What the hell! Why don't you get out of the life, go be happy."

"Like I said. It's complicated."

"Why don't you tell him you love him. Someone like you Y/N, he's bound to love you back and I mean you already said he does."

"Dean really. I'm happy just knowing he's okay."

"How can you say you love him when you're okay with just ‘knowing that he's okay’. If you love them wouldn't you want to be with them every minute of the day? Like you said; play their song even if you don't like it! Find them their drink no matter how far you have to go for it! If you love them just tell them what's so complicated about that!"

"You're one to talk."

"Don't make this about me!" It was unlike Dean to take such a subject so personally.

"Dean why are you so mad about this. Why do you feel bad for this guy!?” He paused.

"I just know that if someone loved me as much as you seem to love this guy... I'd want to know about it."

"Why? So you can leave them broken-hearted. Dean, you would never be with someone. You've made that perfectly clear since the day I meet you. You've always been a ‘one-night’ type of guy. You've never shown any interest in a relationship with anyone! Not since I’ve known you.”

"That's 'cause the only girl I wanted a relationship with was the kindest person I've ever met and could never want a relationship with me! I couldn't do that to her in the first place! Tell her I love her and ruin everything! No way. She’s got this amazing ‘give ‘em hell’ attitude and doesn’t care what other people think. She speaks her mind and catches me off guard, keeps me on my toes and I’m happy just knowing she's happy and safe!"

"You're a hypocrite Dean. You're mad at me for not telling him I love him, yet you're perfectly comfortable with doing the exact same to her."

"That doesn't matter because she loves someone else anyway Y/N, why would I go and ruin that huh."

"You're such an idiot. Screw you Dean, just man up and tell her, quit being a pussy." With that she stormed out of the room, only to walk back in.

"This is my room." She stated matter-of-factly. With a sigh, Dean apologized.

"I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean to make you angry I just, I want you to be happy and I just… if you really love this guy you should be with him."

"He doesn't want a relationship, Dean. You'd like him." Y/N rummaged around her room collecting her PJs piece by piece and finally her towel, leaving the PJs on her pillow.

"Do I get to know his name." He chuckles.

"Ask him yourself, you see him in the mirror every morning.” She had mumbled it but he still heard her. That was the thing with Dean; he would always listen to what Y/N had to say.

With that, she walked out and to the bathroom to take a shower. Dean was left standing in the middle of the empty room shocked.

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When she returned he was gone. She got on her PJs and went to the library hoping to spot him and ask if everything was okay or maybe just see him, wish him goodnight. But when she entered the library she was interrogated by the taller, worried, Winchester.

"What did you say to him?!"

"What do you mean 'what did I say to him?' Sam, I've been in the shower."

"Before that? Y/N he stormed out of here muttering something about how badly he fucked up how it's all his fault how he doesn't want to hurt 'her' who I'm assuming is you. What happened?”

"I accidentally told him I love him... not in so many words but I obviously got my point across."

"What, exactly, did you say."

"We were talking about love and I mentioned that I love someone and after a long conversation about said person I was going to take a shower but before I left the room he asked for a name. I told him he could ask him himself seeing as he sees him in the mirror every morning. And then I left to take a shower. I didn't mean to hurt him or freak him out honestly it just came out. I think part of me was tired of hiding it. It didn't even register until I was in front of the mirror myself. I'll go out and find him, Sam, I'm sorry, man it...I'm not…it’s not gonna happen again."

"No, no just leave him be. It's probably best you let him cool off. Talk to him I'm the morning maybe?”

"And say what Sam 'I'm sorry I let it slip that I'm in love with you.' No thanks."

"Y/N..."

"No Sam really I'm just... I'm... I need a moment to figure stuff out okay."

"You're not gonna pull a Dean and leave are you."

" I don't know yet Sammy,” she shrugged “but if I leave I promise to say goodbye."

"Y/ N..."

"I'm going to sleep Sam, I’ll see in the morning okay."

With that, she walked off back to her room cursing herself and Dean for being pathetic and childish respectively.

It took her hours to fall asleep both because that was the usual but also because she was actively listening for the bunker door to open signifying Dean’s safe return home. Though that wasn't unusual for her either when Dean was out.

She woke to a loud thud that was followed by the sound of dragging feet. Them Sam’s voice and Dean’s though his words were more so grunts than anything meaningful.

"She's really upset Dean what's wrong with you man. She tells you she loves you and runs off to some skank you find at a bar!" Sam whisper yelled at his brother not realizing she lay awake on the other side of the door.

"I didn't run I drove, as for the skank there wasn't one. You know I haven't been with anyone since I met her, Sam, you know that now quit bitching at me just because you don't like the way I deal with my shit, okay. She doesn't deserve this mess, Sam. She's supposed to fall in love with a good guy who can make her happy and take her places, nice places. And- and make her smile all the time just to see it because it's his favourite thing on the planet. She deserves a guy with a real job who can support her and their family, should they chose to have one. A job at which he gets a raise, and not just from hell, Sam, a real raise, with more money and fewer hours so he can spend more time with her. Someone who gets her a Great Dane puppy because he knows they're her favourite. She deserves a guy who — who loves her. Someone who loves her."

"You should talk to her Dean. If not to tell her you love her, then to tell her you’re sorry... and goodbye. Because Dean that's what it's looking like. She's gonna leave and you're not doing a thing about it man, and I know you're all broken up about the fact that she loves you but I'll be damned if you don't say, something Dean. You fucked this up. Now fix it."

Sam left Dean to ponder his thoughts in the hall. She didn't hear him move for fifteen minutes. And then he walked off.

Dean went to his bedroom changing out of his street clothes that smell like blood from the guy he partially beat up and the whisky that was spilled on his shirt earning the aforementioned man and his beating. Dean took a scalding hot shower, rinsing away the tension in his shoulders and back that would return the minute he shut off the water. He stepped out from the shower wrapping a towel around his waist looking over into the mirror. Wiping it clean with one hand as the other rested on the sink, toothbrush in his grip, he looked to his reflection. She was behind him smirking back at him, her arms around his waist.

"Aren't you gonna ask?"

"Ask what...?"

"His name silly, he's standing right there." She said pointing at his reflection.

"That's him?"

"That's him."

Dean let out a breath he hadn't continuously been holding in, bringing his tough hand over his face before brushing his teeth and leaving the bathroom as quickly as possible, a plan in mind. He put on his PJs, which consisted of an old band shirt and a pair of sweat pants, before proceeding down the hall at a slow tiptoe.

She didn't hear him approach her door, however, she heard him knock.

He felt stupid the second he did it realizing the late hour but was relieved when he heard her rustling around for a minute before the door open.

She stood there, band T-shirt hung loosely over her shoulders, sweats pilled up at the ankles due to the large fit. He stood there, band T-shirt taut over his muscle, sweats hung low on his hips. She looked at him with red glossy eyes before turning around heading back to her bed.

"Close the door behind you it's cold and bright out there." He stepped in closing the door behind him.

"You're cold?"

"No, I just said it's cold out there."

"Right... sorry" he watched her crawl back under the covers into a ball in the nest of pillows on her bed.

"We have extra blankets if you're cold. I can get you some if you want."

"It's fine Dean. Why are you here? You have fun blowing off steam?”

"I didn't do anything. I went to a bar with the intention of blowing off steam but couldn't do it. I ended up beating up some poor sucker up for spilling a drink on me and then I took a very long drive."

"You still intend on—"

"Not really, no. I thought if I could go do that to you then there was nothing to worry about. That I didn't reciprocate your feelings and then all I'd have to do is tell you that and you could move on. But I couldn't do it. Even if it would have been for the better. For you at least… Sam told me either tell you how I really feel or say sorry and goodbye. He thinks you'll leave. You wouldn't would you?"

"I'd still see you guys, just not every day." She could hear him breathe for a few seconds contemplating his reply before he spoke, or rather whispered.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"That's the one you pick huh. You'd rather apologize and say goodbye then just man up and quit lying to yourself. Because at this point, Dean, that's all it is... I guess I couldn't really expect much more huh, but a girl can dream... I've already forgiven you, Dean, if that's all you came here to say then I forgive you. I've forgiven you for everything, even the things you haven't done yet, Dean, you've been absolved.” The sarcasm was evident as was her pain. “Now all that leaves is goodbye. You first, go ahead."

Dean stood there looking at her, teary-eyed, though she couldn't see them in the darkness of her room.

"I'm sorry..." he said again. This time he choked on a sob and she was on her feet in a heartbeat, rushing over to him.

"Dean are you okay?"  

"I'm sorry for everything. For not telling you I love you every time I had the chance, for making you think I didn't, for making you feel like you couldn't tell me because I was so unapproachable. Most of all I'm sorry I love you in the first place. I'm sorry I can't tell you to leave and meet someone else, make a better life for yourself. I'm sorry I can't say goodbye and let you go because I'm a selfish, selfish human being." He was sobbing at this point, overtired, a little drunk, and finally breaking under the weight of the information that was now pouring from his mouth.

She looked up at him angry and heartbroken.

"I've only ever wanted you, Dean. I never wanted the perfect husband with a house and a family. I never wanted to be uncontrollably happy. All I ever wanted was you. I wanted you and I wanted for you to be selfish with me. Wanted you to want me and not let anyone else have me. I wanted for you to be the one I fall asleep with. For you to be the one to fend off my nightmares and vice versa. You make it out to be this great big job to be a boyfriend. Saying you want me to be with someone who loves me. Someone who will protect me. Someone who will do their very best to make me happy. Dean, I feel my happiest when I'm with you. I feel safest when I'm with you. I feel the most loved when I'm with you. That's all I want Dean. It's not hard. It's no more than what you already do for me. Just be there for me, Dean. Just love me."

She had angry tears rushing down her face now, her eyes squinted closed. She looked up at him seeing his teary eyes. Though there was a hint of a smile, however sad, on his lips.

"I do."

Was all he said before kissing her. He didn't rush it. He moved closer as slowly as he'd done everything else thus far when it came to her. Testing the waters. When their lips met, time stood still for both of them. That kiss had been the lead character in both their dream for ages and it was finally winning its Oscar. Softer than either could have ever imagined, the kiss was quintessential. Parting as slowly as they had joined she whispers up to him, eyes closed, clinging onto his shirt with both her fists.

"Dean...can we just...go to sleep. I'm really tired. And really cold."

"I thought you said you weren't cold."

"Well I was lying"

"Why would you lie about something like that."

"Because you were freaking out over it before I even said I was and the only way I wanted to get warmer was...well I didn't want more blankets, let's put it that way."

"How do you mean"

"Oh man, you really are dense”

"Hey, what!"

"Can we just...just go back to bed?"

"Of course sweetheart. Did you want more blankets?”

"No Dean I want you in my bed. My personal heater. How on earth do you get all those women to sleep with you when you can't even take a hint?.” Dean, meet light bulb.

"Oh. Oh man, how did I miss that.”

"Just get in bed, you moron."

She took his hand and lead him to her bed moving a pillow or two over for him to have room. Letting go of his hand she crawled back into bed turning to him only to find him standing at the edge, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Dean?"

“Y/N, I just — once I get in I'm not getting out. Once I do this I'm not leaving. Never. This is it for me. You're it for me. I just want you to be sure. Because there aren't any take-backs. It's a done deal. Please be sure."

She didn't say anything. Instead, she took his hand pulling him into the bed. He lay next to her, still unsure until she rested her hand on his chest feeling his heart rate escalate. She smiled at him taking one of his hands only to put it over her heart.

"You do the same to me, Dean."

He moved his hand up to her face. Trying his best to look confident in her statement trying to believe that this was real and not just a game.

"I'm sure Dean."

His expression didn't change with her reassurance.

"You're not gonna believe it right away. Hell, you may never believe me but, Dean, I’m sure. It might take you some time to start to believe. To realize that I'm not going anywhere, that I'm in it for the long run as well, but I am. Take your time. We have so far, so why rush it now? And don't be afraid to voice your worries. If you're feeling like you don't deserve me then tell me because I'll talk you out of it — or maybe kiss you out of it. If you ever feel unsure of my feelings Dean, ask me or tell me. I'll show you how I'm feeling. Okay. Don't hide. I'm here with you. Can you do that for me?"

All he did was smile, this time a genuine one, and nod. She kissed him a smidge harder than the first, a hardly noticeable difference, and he kissed back immediately.

"Go to sleep Dean. I'll see you in the morning."

She didn't fall asleep nor didn't he, learning each other's breathing pattern and temperature resilience. She had snuggled up to him so tightly you'd think they were one being but he liked it. He felt safe. After hours of drawing designs on hands and chests, he said something. Something she didn't expect to hear maybe ever. He had said it in so many ways already though he hadn't yet declared it to her. It made her heart skip a beat and her stomach do a flip while the rest of her body tensed around him gripping his shirt, though she personally felt like jelly in his arms. Her mind went fuzzy and she felt at that moment that all was right in the world. That nothing could go wrong from then on because no matter what; she had him. She had Dean.

"I love you."

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