#im out of stun prods

[scalpelsister]

finally going for 100% signalis. girl help.

[bobbeshwar]

i fw him on the low

ੈ✩‧₊˚ art by yakoi.yoo on instagram

ੈ✩‧₊˚ I had a couple of shots at the bar, im finna play with that dick in the car…

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you’re tipsy at the bar and find yourself sending a message to your fuck buddy kenji sato

ੈ✩‧₊˚ word count: ~3k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: model!fem-reader, secret relationship(or more secret shagging), car sex, oral (kenji receiving), fingering (reader receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a dash of possessive!reader, reader is a lil tipsy but she’s mostly acting voluntarily, kenji adores you

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n: took me a month but here we are

You glanced down at your phone once more, ignoring the goosebumps pimpling across your bare legs as the chilly night air breezed at your skin. Kenji had read your message thirty minutes ago, responding almost instantly at your heavily misspelled, ‘come get me’. 

This was such a bad idea, your manager would have your head if even a blurry photo of the two of you found its way onto the internet. Kenji Sato was the rookie baseball star that had fans crawling out of the woodwork. A photo of any woman standing even remotely next to him had them reeling. Releasing personal information, sending death threats, stalking. 

Despite your popularity you wouldn’t be spared. As a world-renowned supermodel, it was important to show only the most perfect parts of yourself to the media. No scandals, no messy pap photos, nothing that would make you appear as anything less than the irresistible beauty that the world admired and covetted. 

But here you were, freezing your tits off in the tiniest slip dress ever, standing outside some swanky club—you had to keep up appearances— and staring at your phone waiting for the fuckbuddy who could potentially get you canceled. 

You blew out a stuttering breath, the movement slapping your tiny dangling purse against your leg. You truly couldn’t help yourself once you downed that first shot of vodka. As you smiled at mutual celebs and models inside that club, nodding along as they talked at you, all you could think of was the last time you and Kenji met up. Of the feeling of your thighs slapping against his as you rode his cock like it was a mechanical bull. God, you had some tension that needed to be released. 

Two shots later you were sliding him a message and lying to your manager about being home. 

You were jolted from your thoughts when a sleek black Bugatti rolled up to the curb. You bit your lip to hold back your smile as you stumbled to the car. Finally. 

Kenji glanced through his tinted windows at the sight of you, stunning as you always were in a short silky dress that showed off those perfect legs and a foreign smile on your lips. He couldn’t help the surprised grin that pulled at his lips at the sight of your text. From the moment that he approached you behind the scenes at one of your fashion shows and you nonchalantly handed him your number, you’d been anything but desperate. But this message—uncharacteristically riddled with typos—told him you definitely were. Or intoxicated. 

He stepped quickly out of his car, narrowing his eyes at the sort of dazed smile on your face and the slight stumble in your usually flawless stride. Definitely drunk. He’d never seen you this way, a touch disheveled, so different from the perfect model persona that he and the world were lucky enough to see. Something about the sight of you now made his dick twitch.

“Hey, babyy.” You lulled when you finally approached him, sliding your hands around his waist and pulling him in. Okay, he was half hard now. The nickname caught him off guard, it was what he always called you, despite the glares you shot his way in response. You’d constantly affirmed that this could never be a serious relationship and still, he persisted with charming you. He knew you liked him, despite how much you rolled your eyes and glared at him when he flirted at you. A poke and prod more, and you’d be his. 

“What type of club were you at, hm?” You giggled at him, your hands sliding down to his ass and giving it a firm squeeze. He let out a noise of surprise, cheeks flushing, “Okay, baby let’s get you home.��� He popped open the passenger door and maneuvered you in the car as you whined slightly in protest. 

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of water, twisting it open and guiding it to your mouth, “C’mon baby, you gotta drink.” You reluctantly opened your mouth and drank the water, before grabbing the bottle from his hands and chugging it gratefully. “Good?” 

“Mhm.” You nodded, leaning back against the seat, eyes fluttering closed. Kenji buckled you into your seat and started the car, beginning the drive to your apartment. 

He couldn’t help glancing at your calm figure, the slow rise and fall of your chest. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you so vulnerable.  

You opened your eyes and another smile pulled at your lips as you glanced at Kenji. The water helped, but that slight buzz of intoxication still clung to your mind like a wet towel. How the fuck could he be so gorgeous? His sharp eyes trained on the road, big hands tight against the steering wheel, dark hair falling into his face. 

Without thinking you combed your fingers through his hair and Kenji jolted, “And here I thought you passed out.” His lips pulled up in a small smile, and you felt your pussy throb. I think I’ll die if I don’t fuck him right now. 

“I missed you soo much, Kenji.” There was still a slight slur in your voice, but even if you weren’t partially intoxicated your need for him would have loosened your tongue anyway, letting those words spring free. Your hand slid down his hair to his flushed cheek, then to his mouth, fingers brushing against his lips. You bit your lip at the softness, eyes fluttering closed as you remember how they felt sucking marks into your inner thigh and buried into your pussy. “Mm, I missed that tongue.”

“Fuck, y-you’re drunk.” Kenji breathed, hands tightening around the wheel as he tried not to look at you. God, his cock was already straining against his pants and your fingers against his lips were not helping. 

“Just a little.” You hummed. Kenji released a relieved breath as he felt your hand leave his face, trying his best to focus on the road and not you sitting beside him, staring at him like he was dinner. 

But before he could rest easy, he heard a click and the sound of shifting against leather. When he turned to you again, you were facing him, that same evil, aggravatingly gorgeous smile on your lips as you moved down towards his lap and undid his jeans. “And I really missed this cock.” 

Kenji makes a strangled sound as you pulled his cock from his jeans, “Uhm, b-babe, you—”  You gave a kitten lick to his already weeping tip before you closed your lips around his tip, moaning gratefully at the contact. Kenji let loose a groan of surprise, nearly stopping the car in the middle of the goddamn highway. “Fuck, oh my god.” 

“What about you? Did you miss me?” You murmured, hand stroking his cock as you spoke, “Did you miss my hand fisting your fat cock?” Kenji let out a pathetic little sound at that and you couldn’t help giggling, “Or is it my mouth?” Your stroking slowed slightly as your tongue lapped at his tip, “Did you miss fucking it?” 

“B-Babe, ah—you're gonna get us killed.” You laughed again, the vibration of the sound against him shooting a whimper from his lips. His hold tightened against the steering wheel, his sight seemed to blur as he stared at the road, he was still miles from your apartment, meaning he was completely at your mercy. 

“So you didn’t miss me, Kenji?” He could hear a pout in your sweet voice, you almost sounded innocent. Despite the fact that you were about to make him cum on the fucking highway. He could feel your other hand snaking into his lap, cupping his balls and giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a hard question.” 

“Yes, fuck, of course.” Kenji blurted between moans, head falling back against the headrest as he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. 

You gave a dissatisfied hum, releasing him with a resounding pop. “And you haven’t fucked anyone else since we last met?” Your stroking resumed, the wet sound of your slick hands sliding up and down his cock filling the already tight space. 

Another moan as Kenji’s foot nearly lifted from the pedal. Shit, it really had been too long, and you’d never been this eager for him before. Sure you fucked, but it was never passionate, you were there for pleasure and pleasure alone. But right now you were sucking him off, moaning around his dick like you’d been starved and it was a four-course meal. Fuck, he was going to crash. 

“Words, baby.” You sang, and that nickname nearly drove him over the edge. 

“Uhm, ah—ffu—no one, of course no one.” Kenji managed, pulling his lip between his teeth to hopefully stifle the groans falling freely from his lips. The green exit sign was up ahead, just a few more minutes of this torture. 

“That’s right, because no one can handle this cock like me, right?” You asked—no demanded, cupping his balls tightly in your left hand. Fuck, you were gonna cum, all over his expensive leather seats just from stuffing his dick in your mouth and listening to his moans. It was really unfair how perfect he was, that face and his cock. No wonder his fans were obsessed.

And it was all yours, “Kenji,” You sang, loosening your grip around his balls, “You can’t cum unless you answer me.” 

“Fuck, fuck, w-wait, we’re almost at your house.” Kenji got out, chest heaving. 

You rolled your eyes, stroking him at a harsher pace. “This is my cock, right?” His answer was just another stream of moans and pleas, you could feel his thighs twitching against your body, and you slowed your movements, he didn’t get to cum yet. 

But you couldn’t continue your merciless edging because all of a sudden you were being pulled upright onto Kenji’s lap as his eyes bore into you, cloudy with darkness and lust. “We’re at your apartment.” Is all he said, and before you could give back a tipsy response he closed the distance between the two of you and caught your lips hungrily with his, practically swallowing you whole, teeth gnashing against yours, rough little moans as he basically devoured you, hands sliding down your waist to squeeze a handful of your ass tightly. “Shit, I need you so bad, baby.” He breathed between your lips, voice nearly a whine. You could do nothing but moan as you felt his hands pulling at the fabric of your tiny dress, the skin of your ass heating as it pressed against the cool leather of the steering wheel. 

“Yeah?” You said with a smirk, sliding your hips against his exposed cock, “Hurry up and fuck me then.” 

Kenji did not hesitate, pulling your legs further apart so he could slip a hand past your underwear and against your pussy, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He says, lips sucking marks into your neck, “Is this all for me?” 

“Oh plea—ahhn!” His hands, God, his hands. Those long fingers were toying with your pussy, thumb pressing at your clit as his fingers stretched you open. 

“Mmn, I missed this.” Kenji sighed against your lips, muffling your whimpers with a messy kiss. “Missed being inside of that perfect pussy, making you squirt all over my fingers—” 

You trembled at the thought, then moaned as you felt his other hand sliding up to squeeze your tit and thumb at your already hard nipple. Your thighs trembled, pussy tightening around his fingers as you came, “F-Fuck, Kenji, put it in, I’m ready, I can take it.” 

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours as he rubbed his cock against you, the mix of precum and your juices making a wet sound that had you letting out a low whine. There was a slight, delicious pain as his cock slid slowly inside you, your pussy spasming as you trembled against him, still coming down from cumming on his fingers just a second ago. Kenji pressed a kiss against your shoulder, “You good, baby?” 

You rolled your eyes, heart panging at the sound of his worried voice. You hate how much you love his concern, choosing to sink the rest of the way down on his cock in response and savoring Kenji’s surprised groan at the feeling. 

You take a second to adjust before raising your hips, his cock sliding inside you and then out, nearly cumming on the spot from the feeling of his thickness pressing at that spot inside you. “I missed this,” You found yourself moaning thighs slapping down against his own, “Missed you.” 

Kenji pressed a kiss to your lips, this one not nearly as heated, but just as desperate. It felt tender, made you just a touch uncomfortable, from the way your stomach fluttered and heart throbbed. No other person’s kiss ever made you feel this good.

Kenji’s hands latched on your  asscheeks, taking control of the slow torturous pace that you set. His cock fucked up into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you struggled to keep kissing him. Well it’s not like you could fall back, his grip was deathly as his lips chased desperately after yours while you moaned like a slut into his mouth. 

Kenji was in love at this point, or maybe it was that perfect pussy of yours squeezing around his dick as he pumped into you, hitting that spot that he knew had you whimpering. A dark part of him wished that this would last, that he could put you in a state of perpetual tipsiness so you could be spontaneous and horny for him. He was sure once his cock was out of you and you came to your senses you would be blocking him, working the memory of you losing so much decorum to a man with exercise or more shows. 

“Fuuuck, how can this cock be so good.” You whined, your voice slurred from pleasure, “It’s mine, right?” You said, eyes locking sternly with yours, or however stern you could come across with a flushed, fucked-out face, “You’re mine.”

Kenji let out a rough moan as he felt you tighten around him again, head falling back against the seat as he resisted the urge to come at the sight of you, determined, possessive. You came first, always. “So good, you’re so perfect baby.” He breathed, quickening the pace of his cock inside you. Your head fell down against his shoulder as you clutched whatever was closest, in your case the foggy car window and came with a whiny moan. Kenji followed you soon after with a groan of his own, cum shooting ropes into you and trickling out all over your trembling thighs. You fought a whimper as you heaved out a breath and slumped against Kenji’s body. 

A pleasurable silence washed over the two of you as you processed the ridiculous things you said in the midst of pleasure, but for some reason you weren’t all that bothered. Maybe it was Kenji’s hand rubbing circles along your back as you caught your breath against him, or the feeling of his cock still inside you, warmth filling you up in a way you didn’t understand. You had to face the facts, Kenji was growing on you. 

“I’m yours, huh?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and that pleasurable feeling drained away as you lifted off of him, now fully sober. 

“Oh shut up.” Your heart panged at the sound of his words though. You can’t get attached, you reminded yourself, “It was just in the heat of the moment.” 

You moved to get off but Kenji gripped your waist, eyes meeting yours, “Yeah? So what you’re saying is I just gotta fuck you senseless for you to admit you like me?” His cock twitched inside you, as if responding to that suggestion. 

“I’m never texting you again.” 

Kenji pressed a kiss to your cheek, “You sure you don’t want to call me baby?” He teased, mouthing at your ear. You let out a shaky breath, still sensitive as Kenji’s cock pulsed inside of you. 

“I hate you.” You murmured as your lips moved to capture his, grinding against his thick cock stretching you open. 

“Mmm, sure you do.” He gripped your sides, pushing you up against his cock so he could fuck you again—

A loud vibrating ring cut through the tension as you jumped at the sight your purse glowing from it’s place on the passenger seat, you paused your movements, relishing Kenji’s slight whine at the loss of your lips. “Work over me?” He pouted.

“Of course.” You reached for your phone, recoiling at the bright light before your brows drew together at the sight of the multiple missed messages that your manager had sent you and the call buzzing on your phone. You shot Kenji a warning glare as you answered the phone, feeling a little tempted to ride him as you spoke to your manager. “What’s up?” 

“Check your messages, now.” Is all she said, voice tight with aggravation over the phone. 

You opened your messages in confusion and clicked on the image your manager sent you. Your eyes immediately widened at the sight of the screenshot: an instagram gossip page with a picture of you and Kenji in the car. Very. Clearly. Fucking.  

[tomssexdoll]

what’s up babygirl how you doing?

Sooo here’s my request Tom is reader’s boyfriend and you know he’s smoking but he won’t allow reader to smoke not like the master way but like the caring boyfriend way and she wants to try cigarette so once she steal one from Tom’s pack on his bedside table and smokes it and Tom catches her and it’s on you how it will end

that’s all ily byeeee

HEYYYY BBG IM GOOD HRU

My boyfriend Tom is a smoker, yet he doesn't allow me to do it?

I was always confused by it, howcome he could destroy his lungs but not me? I eventually figured it out to him caring for me, he wanted me to take care of myself and not pick up bad habits like him.

One day I was curious, wanting to try a cigarette, I knew he kept his cigarettes in the draw, not hiding it from me because he knew I didn't smoke. He was busy in the backyard, installing the new grill he bought.

I ran over to the draw, grabbing a cigarette out of the pack and a spare lighter he stashed in the pack. I looked at it, observing the small orange bit at the butt, the long white bit where all the tobacco was.

I lit it, holding it to my lips and sucking in, because i've never smoked, when I inhaled I immediately started coughing, my throat raw and chest slightly burning.

"Fuck..how does he smoke these" I sighed, grabbing some water and chugging it before going back to smoke it, getting used to the burning feeling at the back of my throat.

I eventually got down 3/4, my throat sore and head fuzzy. I wasn't used to the nicotine, it hit me like a truck, the headspin kind of intense. I didn't notice the heavy footsteps coming down the hall and Tom emerging into the room, seeing me at the window, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh Y/N! No!" Tom called out, rushing over to me and snatching the cigarette from me, I was stunned, looking up at Tom, his expression softening as he saw my eyes.

"Baby..I've told you not to do this, you know how bad these are for you?" he put a hand on my shoulder, stomping on the cigarette and throwing it out the window, "I heard coughing and decided to see if you were ok, why are you doing this?" he sighed.

I looked down, ashamed for what I'd done, "I just wanted to try it..you do it all the time" my lip slightly quivered, I hated confrontation. He kept on scolding me, "you never listen" he sighed "I should've known you'd do something like this" grunting slightly, his tone getting more angry.

I started to softly cry, tears streaming down my cheeks, "I'm sorry..i thought if you could do it why can't I.." wiping my tears quickly. "Oh baby..no no don't cry" he pulled me into his chest, holding me close, "I didn't mean to get mad..fuck..you know I love you, that's why I'm upset schatzi" he caressed my head, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry.." I repeated, my tears coating his white shirt, "no baby it's ok..cmon, sit with me" he held my hand, sitting me onto his lap on the bed, rubbing my back softly as I buried my face in his neck.

"You're so cute.." he chuckled "so sensitive" he kissed my neck, continuing to rub my back, reassuring me.

"You want my cock to cheer you up..?" He whispered softly, I perked my head up, nodding softly. He chuckled and layed me down onto the bed, pulling my panties off.

"Such a naughty girl..stealing my cigarettes" he muttered, sliding off his shorts and boxers, my hands reached out to his shirt, pulling it off and revealing his sweaty, toned body.

"Fuck.." I mumbled, my pussy aching for him. "Look how wet you are for me..so needy" he smirked, his tip prodding at my entrance. "Put it in..please.." I moaned, he chuckled "of course baby.." grabbing my hips and slamming his cock fully into me, stretching me out quickly.

"Fuck!" I yelped, my hands flying to his shoulders, holding onto them desperatly, he started to thrust harshly, pounding into my pussy.

"Such a sensitive girl.." he muttered, leaning down and kissing my neck softly, leaving small hickeys wherever his lips landed. "Mmmph.." I groaned, his nails digging into my hips, my back arching as his tip hit my sweet spot, pounding into it relentlessly.

"So tight.." he mumbled against my neck, rubbing his thumb over my hips, soothing the sore skin with his marks. "Ah!" I cried out, his cock continuing to slam into me, hitting all the right angles, waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

"Cum for me baby..make me proud" he grunted, his pace quickening, desperate to feel my pussy clamping down on his cock. I felt a knot forming in my stomach, coiling down to my core as his cock repeatedly rammed into my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, my legs twitching as my orgasm crashed down, my juices spilling all over his cock. He groaned and kept on thrusting, shooting his load into me, fucking it deep.

He rode out our highs, collapsing on top of me and playing with my hair, "you're so adorable honey" he smirked, flipping us over and letting me rest on his chest.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @ge-billsgf @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut

[overtake]

Not to be weird but I feel like I got zapped when I read your hockey snippet, how didn't I know that this existed? It's literally been living my brain for hours and I've not been able to stop re-reading it since 🙃 clearly you can take the girl out of toronto but you can't take toronto out the girl because im a changed person now. No pressure ofc I mean this in non-prodding way but praying and willing you to put your snippets together. If you never come around to it then I'm glad (and changed) for what you've shared with world regardless 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is SO sweet 🥹 I love you so much. Just for this, please have a bit more hockey au. There's a tiny snippet after a media bit (Surprise, this fic is multi-media! Writing the social media parts has been my fave part of the entire process)

@.MapleLeafs on TikTok: | December 12, 2023

[Players walk by a whiteboard on their way into the practice rink. They're stopped to answer the question written on it as they enter. The caption written over their heads reads: "Who don’t your Leafs want to sit next to on a flight?"]

ALEX ALBON: Easy one. Esteban Ocon. He’ll bite your head off if you make a single noise. I think he’d get mad if the plane was going down and you tried to warn him. LOGAN SARGEANT: Gasly or Ocon. I don’t know if it’s a French thing, but they both get really annoyed if you talk to them on a plane. PIERRE GASLY: Danny Ric. He is the loudest person I’ve ever met in my life. ESTEBAN OCON: Daniel Ricciardo. Sorry, Daniel. DANIEL RICCIARDO: Gasly. Max and I were just having a conversation and he rose up behind us and nearly bit our heads off for laughing. I don’t know why he keeps sitting near us. MAX VERSTAPPEN: I don’t really mind sitting next to anyone. I usually sit next to Daniel, and we have a good time. He keeps movies downloaded for us. They're often not very good, but that's sometimes more fun, you know? YUKI TSUNODA: Daniel. VALTERRI BOTTAS: Daniel Ricciardo. ZHOU GUANYU: Daniel. He is very nice and fun, but sometimes you just want to relax on a flight. MARCUS ERICCSON: Surely everyone except Max picked Daniel, right? FERNANDO ALONSO: I don’t want to sit next to anyone.

Mara (DR’s Reputation Era) @.mv33fan: Fernando Alonso: I hate this entire team The entire team: We hate Daniel and the French Max and Daniel: Ask again later. Our mouths are occupied with each other’s dicks.

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Theoretically, Daniel knew that his and Max's pre-game ritual could end up on the broadcast. Butt taps and silly handshakes in the tunnel inevitably end up on team Instagram stories even if they don't air on TV. It was to be expected, particularly on a Saturday night game against Ottawa.

Still, he didn’t exactly expect a whole montage. It's a nice little package, to be fair. It shows him and Max laughing next to each other in the tunnels and locker rooms before games, followed by their fingers interlocking in their usual drawn-out high five. Daniel prefers to fist bump the whole team and exit only before the goalies, but his routine with Max is always a bit of a production that holds up the line. It's only a surprise it hasn't been uploaded sooner.

After a game where Max scored two goals and Daniel threw his body in front of a rogue deflection and stopped the Sens from a late-third tie, the media naturally focuses on the montage. God forbid they talk about actual fucking hockey in the hockey interview.

“We call it tangled love,” he tells reporters in the press scrum after the game. “In honour of our artistic collision last game.”

It wasn’t a real collision. They’d just got tangled up together when things got chippy by the net. Their skates had collided and they'd taken each other out while trying to defend Esteban from some Habs players. It was all over social media, though, and Daniel knew they’d end up in some embarrassing NHL moments compilation.

They’d both laid on the ice, a little stunned and a lot stupid, before Daniel let out a giant laugh and broke the tension. Max had risen to his feet and tried to pull up Daniel, only for them both to fall right back down as if this was the first time they'd ever skated.

They’d actually been doing this little handshake all season, but reporters were always happy for a soundbite to latch onto and a joke they’d never let go. There's not much to work with in this league in the way of on-camera personality, so it’d probably be a story for the next week. The go-karting clips of the two of them were so popular than even Max mentioned he’d seen them on Reels, and he’d carefully curated his feed to show him anything but Leafs content.

Daniel can’t explain it, this warmth that makes him feel like he’s glowing from inside out all the time since the season started, but he knows he feels it most when he sees people write his name alongside Max’s like their togetherness is a given.

[daddyhausen]

could you do dialogue prompt 30 with jungle boy and hook please ? 💗💗

• middle of the night — jungle boy + hook •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlists } | { jungle boy masterlist } | { hook masterlist }

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{ summary } — even in the dead of night, your quest to annoy your boyfriends continues.

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 182

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hook x jungle boy

{ genre } — fluff

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{ taglist } — @cosmoholic13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @elsteenerico @igncrxntripley

{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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{ 30 } —  stop telling me weird stuff in the middle of the night 

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tyler awoke to a soft prodding at his ribs 

the boy stirring slightly from his slumber 

hearing his name fall from your lips

“tyler…? hey tyler, are you awake?” 

he turned to meet your voice 

your body sandwiched between his and jack’s

his other lover already awake 

a hand wrapped around your waist and his head nuzzled into your neck

“don’t answer her, she’s been at it for an hour already”

jack warned, voice deep and still laced with sleep, having motioned to your almost sleep deprived state

the boys did not understand how you were so wide awake at such an time 

“what is it, princess?” tyler questioned tiredly, still trying to keep his eyes open 

“did you know that pigs physically can’t look up at the sky?”

tyler sat there almost stunned for a moment

jack offering him a small smile out of pity

“i told you not to answer her”

tyler glanced back down at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead

“princess, i love you but stop telling me weird stuff in the middle of the night”

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[daydreamingleclerc]

Fluffy oneshot idea: flight delayed, stuck at the airport with Lando and you guys start playing random games to make the time pass

OOOOOH okay i love this

lando norris x reader

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flight 374 from melbourne to london delayed due to weather conditions (approx. 2hrs)

great.

“lando, the planes two hours delayed.”

he was attempting to scout out the first class lounge, although you weren’t really sure why. he was hardly listening, and it was then that you noticed max scurrying across from the bookshop to the bench in a warzone type of manner, hoping lando wouldn’t spot him.

of course lando didn’t spot him.

“lando,” you poked his arm, “are you even listening?”

“sorry, what?”

your best friend halted, turning to face you despite still being eager on his toes. you noticed max running to the fountain.

“planes delayed by two hours, so we’re stuck in the airport,” lando’s face scrunched, “oh, and max is behind the big tree next to the fountain.”

you raised your voice loud enough so that max could hear it, and he was unimpressed by your quick reflexes. lando, however, seemed stunned that you’d even clocked where max was in the first place, but all in all it wasn’t that difficult.

“what’re we gonna do for the next two hours?” lando pouted like a child.

“i would say we could go and get a drink, but i don’t think they’d let you two kids have anymore e-numbers.”

lando prodded at your ribcage and you laughed, brushing him off as he tried to tickle you. you wandered around the first class lounge, lando was satisfied with his haul of snacks that he bought “just in case we’re here for three days”, while you were satisfied with your purchase of new books.

“flight 374 from melbourne to london delayed by a further ninety minutes due to weather conditions.”

lando grumbled again, beginning to get bored. max was off with another one of your friends trying to find a birthday present for his mum, and lando began to throw peanuts at your face. the more agitated you got, the more he laughed.

“lando! will you stop?” you couldn’t help but laugh with him, his schoolgirl giggle always getting the better of you.

“im bored!” he whined, and so you put your book down.

“okay,” you turned to face him, “i spy with my little eye, something beginning with W.”

his mouth scrunched, and he repeated the letter as he looked around the airport. “window!”

“mhm, your turn.”

“i spy with my little eye, something beginning with… C.”

“clock.”

“how’d you get it so fast?” he asked, once again startled by your quick reflexes.

“because lando, we’re in an airport and they have about a million clocks,” you sighed, “okay, something beginning with B.”

“book?”

“nope.”

“B.. B… um…. bag?” you nodded your head, “something beginning with P.”

“P? okay, um, plane?” lando shook his head, and you looked down into his lap, “peanuts?”

“no, Y/N… its phone. god, i thought you were supposed to be the smart one!”

you stuck your middle finger up at him. annoyed at yourself but mostly annoyed at him. “okay; new game. where’s your pack of cards?”

“flight 374 from melbourne to london will board at approximately three forty five pm.”

the pair of you cheered, and while lando rummaged for his pack of cards, you let max know about the boarding updates.

“found them!” he handed them over and you split the deck in half after shuffling it, “what are we playing?”

“just put the first card down.”

lando put his first card down, face up, seven of hearts. you put yours down on top of it, six of spades. lando put another card down, three of hearts, and lo and behold, your next card was the three of hearts.

“snap!”

you placed your free hand over the cards and dragged them away to your side. you placed a card down, the queen, while lando put the joker down.

in the end, you beat him 5-1 at snap, and he was being a sore loser.

“i just don’t understand how somebody’s reflexes are that quick.”

“maybe because i’m just better at everything than you? have you ever thought of that?”

lando laughed, and he slung his hand luggage bag over his shoulder. max was waiting at the boarding gate, and you’d never been so excited about going home.

“i’d like to see you be better at me than driving an f1 car.”

“hm, thats not going to be too hard, is it?”

[kafkasmjjw]

Hi :) can you recommend your top 5 moonjo/jongwoo (jongmoon?) fics?

i’m going to link my top 5 post-canon, canon divergent and aus because i’ve been in this fandom for too long to choose only 5. these aren’t ordered by preference, and i’m choosing complete fics and only one per author. please heed the tags and ratings in case any of it makes you uncomfortable!

post-canon:

origins by mslunita

Moonjo is hardly protected by tissue; his body is rough-cut. Bone-fed. It’s easy for Jongwoo to break the skin and feel as if he’s sharpening his teeth on the skeleton itself.

monsters call it love by finalizer

He looks like a statue, an impossible man cut from white marble—neat and composed and perfect. Jong-woo wants to ruin it. Poke at it, prod at it, mar it with his fingertips and his teeth. Something so perfect has no right to exist. He wants to destroy him.

since we’re feeling so anaesthetised by eris

Jongwoo flexes into the pain, fingers twitching around the phantom contours and pressure mapped out on Moonjo's throat. From somewhere almost outside himself, he says, “Would you have let me kill you?”

no angel speaks to me by gfriendly

“Want to know how I remember it?” Jongwoo asked.

if i were a carp by theletterv

“Eat me.” It’s a quick answer, and the disorientation of it just as quick. Jongwoo turns so fast it pulls something in his neck, blinks at him owlishly but the peace on Moonjo’s face never falters. “Eat you?”

special mention to 'choose happiness' by ennui_ing because their fics are absolutely stunning and a must-read. top tier characterisation.

canon divergent:

pyre by anthean

And really, why is he surprised? Jongwoo is special. He’s precious. Moonjo wants to know him inside out, skin to muscle to bone to marrow, in every way that he can. That Jongwoo wants him too only cements Moonjo’s own desire.

tender sugar by angelas

“Uhm, sorry,” Jong-woo says, “I think maybe I should lea—” “Oh,” Moon-jo intercepts. “There’s someone special in your life.”

on the seventh day we rest by SLq

“Are you lost?” Jong-woo looked up. A man stood at the bottom of the hill. He watched Jong-woo steadily, generous mouth curled in a smile.

как в старой сказке, я не знал, кто волк // i didn't know who my enemy was, just like in an old fairytale by fia_lka

“So the only way you could help me right now, ahjussi, is if you dropped on your knees right there and sucked me off instead of her. Would you do that?”

dangerous beginnings by uhlee

Honey, I like this side of you. Take what you want from me. You use me so well, jagiya. Is it good, jagi? Am I good?

AUs:

flower by mayday0329

I thought he would give up after that. But instead he smiled again, and fumbled in his pocket for something, before taking out a tung flower. It had withered a long time ago, but one could still see that it had been a startling white before. He pressed it into my hand, along with a crumpled business card. Will you come find me again, then?

do you ever feel lonely, jagiya? by sweetnsimple

“Do I make you feel lonely?” he asked. Jong-Woo opened his mouth. Swallowed and tried again. “Yes,” he said.

pray we never meet at the wrong hour of the night by mslunita (i know i said one fic per author but carli’s writing is a weakness of mine)

Moonjo laughs at the last one. “Cannibal,” he says aloud, a glint in his eyes. He clears his throat. “Well. This is quite the macabre list.” He drags his eyes from the screen back to Jongwoo. “You’re something special.”

why did it have to be you? by tooprofessional

“Are you going to punish me?” He took a step closer, slowly looking up the younger man’s frame, eventually meeting his gaze. He tilted his head to the side. “You know, for causing a scene.”

they live in the dark by vivisextion

“You know, I’ve heard supernatural presences can lower the temperature of a room…” Jongwoo shuddered. “Please don’t remind me.”

annnd that's it for the complete fics. as for wips, im currently devouring second circle of hell by reddiary. a true fucking masterpiece. and hell at your heels by an anonymous writer who should know they changed the trajectory of my life. ennui_ing's how much can you change before it's some kind of murder? has me by. the. throat. fills me with a good dose of dread every time and the characterisation is gorgeous. ANNDDDDD of course, this hotel au 'all the ghosts are in the garden', by b that is so so SO well-paced and in character it's actually insane.

[trash----panda]

More background

Ok so tw. Abuse, seggs mention, death, ect. Their background is a result of my tweening and though i tweaked it it is still a little eh

Birth years:

-1446 Adam's birth -1451 Richard's birth -1452 Cassity's birth -1453 Dani's birth -1454 Liam's birth -1460 Minx's birth -1470 Kit's birth -1536 Boa's birth

Dani was afab, so in the 1400s it was basically the same mentality as a Medieval setting. Though he tried to be a good kid and work with his father in the field ultimatily his father decided this "im a boy" talk was too much, going as far to kick him out. For the longest time Dani lived on the streets, even before immortality being pretty durable, he'd pretend carrages ran him over for compensation or simply to pick their pockets. Sometimes he managed it, other time he got beat to a pulp and had to have Adam fix him up. But either way he some how survived. He managed to transition pretty well and make himself appear more male, thinking his father would accept him better if he saw it. He went back to the farm to try and ask if he could return but his dad immediatly accused him of working with a demon, striking him with the pitchfork he was brandishing. The stunned Dani ran, assuming that he'd get away or survive but the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from collapsing, which that didnt last forever. He ended up collapsing in the middle of the forest, in the ruins of an unfinshed ritual, his blood pooling in the carvings of the floor. Just before he passed he managed to summon a demon who kept his soul tethered to this plane to make a deal. She only wanted one thing, and that was him, he was a perfect specimen and being a rather young demon Shadow assumed she could seduce him. He accepted but never actually had real feelings for her. When she found this out (after the creation of Kit) she asked to change the terms, to consume his misery instead, he added his own terms as well, wanting his family to be sustained too. She agreed.

Cassity was saved just barely as she was fighting Orc who'd stormed her village.

Liam who'd locked himself in a dungeon had stopped starving suddenly.

Adam didnt know until Dani pushed him off a cliff.

And Dani, he let the world burn, recruited a dragon, fed his father to it. He'd kinda assumed he would come back but someone who denounnces you as family isnt family anymore. Not that it mattered, just solidifying his hatered. He ended up destroying the village and going on to continuously bring chaos and misery though the years. Adopting and making more Newmans as he pleased.

Until he met Cass. He teased and prodded at the demi-god, harming him as a "joke" since they both healed. Until Cass scratched back, leaving an actual scar on his chest. Seeing he had power against the human Cass became an enemy that always tries to attack on sight with Dani. The human had to be saved by one of his friends who managed to talk the demi-god down from ending him. It's only been in the recent 100 years but that's when it hit him how scary death was, how horrible he'd been being, his personality dulling a little. The immortal now docile instead of his normal choatic neutral attitude. He started helping people out and ended up going to applogize for bothering Zane and Kori in their youth only to find them married. Of course intruding on their lives, like a stray cat making himself at home and coming and going as he pleases. Afterwards finding Vix after his cult burnt down, taking him to live with two dads who'd love him very much. Finally having a family to protect him. He didnt expect it, but has come to better understand affection, though he's still pretty sure people just keep him around cause they cant get rid of him.

[grahamcarmen]

Do you think gray ever ended up killing anyone, i've seen 2 takes on this:-

He did.

Since he knew carmen would be upset after seeing her reaction, powered the crackle rod to stun mode. I like both, the first gives way for great character exploration as "Sabor a mi" and the second is very believable. What do you think?

😭I wanna say no cause I like him ( Carmen standing directly behind me as his defense lawyer)

But in terms of stray thoughts on this (sorry if they're scattered on pro v con)

That roof on the train does indeed have a hole in it so for the time she was out exploring the world before she was carmen there was a wild gray on the loose with a crackle rod strong enough to break and burn on impact

He may say he doesn't regret anything but actually trying to hurt carmen specifically but gray does have his own sense of guilt when prodded about the philosophies he's adopted on the train at least

Especially when you "steal lives" which you could take as only referring to the attempt they're talking about at the moment or...

And as we see later this + carmen does result in the permanent stun mode when nobody knew (aka had nothing to do with carmen until the moment she used it)

No matter how CAPABLE of violence he actually seems to shy away from fights or kills he doesn't need to seem to take and like i don't see EVERY mission needing to mean bodies on the floor if you're just a good thief who doesn't get caught. Which he is. Even if it is VILE.

That being said there's not a zero possibility that he was put in another situation to kill a witness and he...would.

He doubles down on pushing through to the idea that this is his nature :/

Lmao he's lucky those guns at acme are stun gun equivalents. He is efficient and ruthless when taking them down.

O.o or maybe he knew? Idk how much difference that would make at that point in time

Hes bellums boy. It doesn't happen all the time but there are shown to be occasions for VILE faculty to call favorite agents for certain missions. Most Bellum missions have huge collateral damage potential

VILE does have that no loose ends rule at all

That being said this show has only given me 1 corpse. And its acme's. 1 1/2 if we count our poor almost barbecued gray (and that was VILE's but only if the agent on site was a traitor)

Those people at the dig that tigress and le chevre knocked out in ep 2 are...just knocked out to me. Like idk they wake up with a bad headache and stolen digsite with zero memories of who did it . Sorry I dont even count the cleaners as menace (sorry you guys are efficient and have a scary reputation i promise 😔✌)

Heck actually a lot of the crackle rods we see are at stun mode naturally(gray is always having to dial it up, eel did not die, carmen presumably did not kill the guards around gray☆ or even the 6 months she was dark! Kill count is not mentioned among her crimes and she's really ready to pounce on witnesses)

Counter point HE DOES DIAL IT UP ON SCREEN matching carmen for 2 attempts we can see and only fails because carmen is carmen ♡

Define...necessary to use for him?

No idea when he did the permanent stun mode . could have been immediately getting back could have been mid dark! Carmen era or the week before he turns himself in

I actually might think he'd be ok not needing to use the crackle rod and just taking comfort in the menace/power it projects ok

Like not even a carmen told him to way but a he takes a bit of time canonically way

But if its "necesary"...

TLDR: personally lean towards no (knee jerk blorbo biased reaction) and especially in dark! Red era even if we don't know when the permastun was enforced but im not against exploring the idea because its not impossible that he did come across the situations he "had " to offscreen before the train? Boy is a pretty efficient agent. And he's...capable.

[baiboop]

Sharing my Heart

hey y’all, i ended up deleting my fic off of ao3, im going to post the chapters here under the tag sharing my heart baiboop. the tag will be at the bottom of this to click and scroll through, i should be done uploading the chapters by this monday. i only have the drafts that were in my notes so im sorry if there’s any typos! reminder that the first 3 chapters are a recap of the actual episodes leading up to adam’s possession so you can skip ahead if you need to!

Chapter 1

Darkness and a cool, damp earth surround Adam. He’s confused, he can feel the granules between his fingers and the sensation of being completely trapped. Suddenly he’s engulfed by a wave of anxiety, brought on by the constricting environment he found himself in. His body flushes with the heat of nervousness. The pressure and weight of the ground trapping Adam momentarily leaves him stunned and unable to move. He starts to make an attempt of breathing before his train of thought finally kicks in.

‘Up. I’ve got to go up.’ Adam thinks to himself.

He knows where he is. He remembers now.

Adam can feel his lungs squeezing, the burning sensation of oxygen being withheld cause his chest to instinctively heave.

Dirt is in his mouth and panic is in his mind, but still, he knows where he is.

He’s been restored life by the angels.

He is ‘The chosen one’.

He is to be Michael’s sword.

He claws his way to the top using all of his adrenaline fueled strength. It’s a painfully slow process as he moves the moist dirt out of the way, making room for his limbs and he thinks he might die again from having to hold his breath for so long.

The inability to open his eyes is heavily contributing to the deep sense of panic, this emotion is currently being subdued by the adrenaline, and the adrenaline alone.

He wonders to himself why they had to resurrect him in the ground, if the angels had enough power to bring him back to life surely they could’ve brought him back to life on top of the ground right?

With the first breach of the surface Adam can feel sunlight and cool air on his fingers and the dorsal of his hand. Adam pushes and prods at the dirt, shoving his arms farther out. The more that his body becomes free, the looser the dirt becomes.

Eventually, Adam’s head and upper body emerge topside.

The exact second his face hits the cool air Adam gasps the deepest breath, he believes, humanly possible. The largest sense of relief Adam has ever felt is now present in his mind.

Panting, Adam starts to catch his breath before he trudges himself the rest of the way out. With his arms freed and the ability to breathe restored, he pulls his lower torso and legs out of his earthy grave. He stands up, wanting to stretch his legs out now that he’s out of the claustrophobic dirt trap he was previously in. Once fully upright his vision fades and he can feel a dizzy spell over taking him. The lack of oxygen and the adrenalines slow decline, is making it impossible for him to normally function. He gently drops himself to the ground and attempts to steady his erratic, anxiety-riddled breathing by counting breaths.

Breathing in

one, two, three, four-

Holding

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven-

Breathing out

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

Adam repeats this cycle about four times, just like his mom had him do in the past. He successfully steadies his breathing before he stops to consider everything that’s just transpired.

“Holy shit.” Adam says aloud. (Not that he necessarily thought anyone was around to hear.)

He surveys his surroundings taking in the dull grass and trees of the area. He was in a clearing, or maybe a meadow? He’s not sure. Why was he in a clearing?

Where is Zachariah?

Or Micheal? Or any angels?

He begins to look around, feeling the previous dread start to creep back in. His mind raced with all the scenarios, and the impossibility of it all.

Maybe they couldn’t find him? Maybe they changed their minds? Maybe he-

His thoughts were cut short by the soft rustling of wings and whooshing of air.

A second wave of relief fills Adam to the deepest pore.

They remembered him. He would let let Micheal in, and see his mom again. They promised.

Adam turns his body, the previous thoughts only consuming about 3 seconds between now and when the angel had first arrived.

He took a breath before putting on a smile and politely introducing himself.

“Hey, I’m Adam Milligan, are you Zachariah?”

The angel stared at him and Adam held his gaze, the angel had dark hair, beautiful blue eyes and his lips were a pale pink, formed into a permanent pout because of their wideness. The angel parted his lips, pausing a moment presumably to think-

“No.”

The angel replied in a monotone, slightly gruff voice.

Adams brows furrowed in confusion, “But-“ he started to speak however was cut off by the angels rapid approach.

The angel reached out, placing a hand on Adams shoulder. Before Adams surroundings melted around him, he noted the angel was an inch or two shorter than him, wearing a trench coat, blue tie, and white button-up.

He heard the flap of familiar wings, and his sense became assaulted by the inability to view, well anything. He shut his eyes, tight, hoping to avoid a headache and re-opened them a couple seconds later when he felt the jolt of his feet hitting wood floors.

A wave of nausea and disorientation hit him as soon as he had opened his eyes, he put his hand up clutching his forehead before turning to the angel.

“Hey man, what the hell was that?” Adam said brows still knit together tightly, with a look of vexation displayed on his face and in his posture.

Adam could feel the pins and needles in his hands and feet, he knows for the past three-ish minutes he’s been conscious he’s been running on pure adrenaline, even though it had previously started to wear off the- whatever the hell just happened- had pushed it back into overdrive.

He surveys the room, seeing four other male faces around him. His hand drops from its protective hold on his head and he starts to sway, weight shifting unevenly from foot to foot. He reaches out trying to grasp something to steady himself on but fails to lock onto any object. He hears one of the men talking to him, “Adam? Adam-“

He closes his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut, trying to block out the noise to soothe the pounding of his head. He feels unbalanced, like he’s falling. Oh shit he is falling.

Adam feels large hands tightly grasping his right arm and torso before he loses consciousness.

——

Adam feels a hand on his chest, accompanied by a white hot light pulsing inside every inch of him. This snaps him straight out of his unconscious rest and he bolts straight up, gasping in deep breaths.

“Where am I?” Adam demands, still panting from the shock. His eyes dart animalistic-ly, between the three men towering over him and the one sitting behind them.

Even through his haze, and the angels vague instructions, he has pretty much gathered these are not the people he’s meant to be with.

Did he get kidnapped? He thinks to himself.

Pulling his legs in closer, he starts to alter his sitting posture. Turning it more rigid, like he’s expecting a fight.

When he moved his legs in dirt crumbled off them, he now starts noticing the feeling of dirt caked all over his body and face, and in his hair and clothes. Previously he hadn’t noticed, but now his senses were reporting in normally.

“It’s okay just relax, you’re safe.” A soothing voice retorts. It came from the tallest member of the bunch.

Adam felt angry confusion hitting him in the gut. “Why would I relax? Who the hell are you?” He says, eyes still shifting between their faces, observing their reactions.

“Well you’re gonna find this a little- a lot crazy, but we’re actually your brothers.” Says the other, shorter male, in a less soothing and huskier voice.

The shorter ones eyes dart to the taller man next to him and they exchange a pained glance before the taller of the two starts up again.

“It’s the truth, John Winchester was our father too.” He says pausing before starting again.

“See, I’m Sam-“

Adam’s face shifts into one of displeasure at the instant recognition of the name. The whole thing starts to click as he realizes these are the men the angels told him would come for him.

“Yeah and I’m sure that’s Dean.” Adam deadpans.

The whole lot of men look at each other with startled expressions.

Adam can see the questions brimming on their faces and speaks up before they can start rapid firing their inquiries.

“I know who you are.” He states matter-of-factly.

“How?” Sam returns.

“They warned me about you.” Adam says, narrowing his eyes into a judging squint.

“Who did?” Dean questions.

“The angels.” Adam answers, staring blankly at them.

When Adam doesn’t continue his train of thought, the men pause again to look at each other. Clearly they’re silently debating what to do.

Adam feels a slight annoyance in their unspoken conversations and crosses his arms.

He eyes Sam, picking his tangent back up.

“Now, where the hell is Zachariah?”

——

After a long interrogation, (Mainly from Adam about what the hell was going on.) Sam and Dean convinced Adam to stay with them for the time being.

They offered him a shower and some hand-me-downs which he accepted with reluctance. He would’ve denied but the absurd amount of dirt covering him was more than enough to convince him.

Adam sat in the shower for an unusually long period of time. He scrubbed at his scalp, still feeling the granules of dirt locked deep into his head.

He was so confused. Why him? Why now? What’s even going on? His ‘brothers’ explanations made some sense, but that still left so many missing pieces that he was having trouble with.

The hot water on his skin felt good, it was a nice juxtaposition to the cold dampness of the dirt. Adam hugs his arms to his chest letting the water hit him in the face.

He’s alive. Alive again. He died? Oh yeah he did die. He shudders at the thought of being consumed by some unknown monster wearing his mothers face.

He remembers the pain. He remembers the sadness, the confusion, all of it.

He squeezes his arm, knuckles turning white with the tightness of his grip before letting go. He lets his arms drop down to his sides and stares at the water, watching it pelt the porcelain of the tub.

Adam turns the knob and the water stops.

He steps out of the shower, drying himself with a towel.

He’s been in the bathroom for close to an hour now but thankfully no one’s come to bother him. He figured they were trying to give him his space and he was grateful for that.

Adam walks closer to the mirror, fogged with condensation from the hot shower. He wipes it off with the corner of his towel, clearing a big enough area for him to almost fully see his face and chest in the small reflective area.

His eyes follow the contours of hid body, looking up and down what he could see in the mirror, and tilting his head down to inspect what he couldn’t see in the mirror.

He had no scars. None.

None from his death, none even from his childhood.

His knee no longer has a small thin line from falling out of his grandparents apple tree and landing on a rock, his finger no longer shows any proof of him slicing it with a kitchen knife while trying, and failing, to make mother’s day dinner to surprise his mom. Nothing, his skin is completely- new.

Adam’s breathing slows a little as he catches his own eyes in the reflection. ‘Is this even my body?’ Adam thinks to himself while tracing over his skin with his hands, trying to feel the familiarity of one’s own body.

After a bit more thinking, Adam is dried off and putting on his “new” clothes.

He’ll admit he’s going to miss the likeness of his old outfit but it’s nice to get into something that isn’t damp or covered in grime.

Not to say these clothes were particularly clean, they smelled like dust and had an odd feeling to the cotton material. However it was still a massive upgrade from the condition of his last outfit.

Adam opens the door and steps out of the bathroom, walking down the hall back to the living room. He entered into the smell of mildew and old wallpaper.

Bobby, the man in the wheelchair and owner of the house, offered him a seat on the bed. It was the same bed he had woken up on after he passed out, but the sheets had been changed. There was no proof of Adams dirt-caked body having ever touched the bed.

Adam thanked him for his offer and sat down.

The bed sat in front of a four paneled glass window, each panel covered with an old yellowing lace curtain. There was news paper clippings tapped to the red-patterned wallpaper and books strewn about everywhere. Adam had been taking in his surroundings, properly, when the rest of the four came into the room.

Dean brought a chair with him and sat on it, Sam half sat on a desk in the room and the angel that they had told Adam was ‘Castiel’ opted to stand in the corner of the room, just menacingly staring at Adam.

The men in the room all stared at Adam, the human three watching patiently, until dean started-

“Okay Adam, you got to ask your questions but now we have a few of our own. We want to understand what happened here, so, why don’t you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning.”

Dean said, face open and passive, looking for answers.

Adam shifted and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Well, I was dead and in heaven- except it kinda looked like my prom. I was making out with this girl her name was Kristen McGee-“

Dean cuts him off with a, “Yeah, sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?”

Sam shoots a disapproving glance and eye roll at dean before he clears his throat. “Just uh, just keep going.”

Adams eyes move between the brothers, feeling Sam’s annoyance in the air he drops the topic of his heaven.

“Well, these angels, they popped out of nowhere and they tell me that I’m chosen.”

“For what?” Sam says, the worry displayed on his brow becoming deeper.

“To save the world.”

“Yeah? How are you gonna do that?” Dean huffs.

“Oh, y’know, me and some archangel are gonna kill the devil.” Adam says confidently but with a shrug.

“What.. What archangel?” Dean responds, a look of confusion and worry now present on his features.

“Michael. I’m his sword or vessel or something.” Adam clarifies, throwing his hands up as he does so.

“Well that’s insane.” Dean says almost chuckling.

Adam furrows his brow at the accusation and attempts to cut in, but Castiel beats him to it.

“Not necessarily.” The dark haired angel pipes up.

“How do you mean?” Dean replies with some aggression in his tone.

“Maybe they’re moving on from you, Dean.” Blue eyes scan over Dean, face cold and vexed.

“Well, that doesn’t make sense.” Dean says raising his voice a little.

“He is John Winchesters bloodline, Sam’s brother….It’s not perfect but it’s possible.” Castiel assures.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Dean says straight faced.

“Why would they do this?” Sam chimes in eventually, after watching the conversation unfold and feeling the heat of anger between Dean and Castiel’s words.

“Maybe they’re desperate. Or maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them.” Castiel says while glaring at Dean.

Dean clearly doesn’t like the fire in the angels eyes and glares right back.

“Alright, you know what, blow me Cas.”

Dean counters, leaving the angel to furrow his brow in confusion instead of malice.

“Look. No way. After everything that’s happened?” Sam rejoins with a humorless scoff.

“All that crap about destiny and suddenly the angels have a plan B? Does that smell right to anybody??”

The three men share glances, seemingly all of different stances on the issue at hand.

Adams eyes slide over everyone in the room. He feels a certain pressure arising and anxiety tugging in his chest.

“You know, this really has been a moving family reunion but uh.. I gotta thing so.” Adam trails off standing to leave before a large hand lands on his shoulder pushing him back down.

“Woah, sit down. Just listen to me for a second.” Sam pleads.

Adam sits back down and clicks his tongue. “Unbelievable.”

“The angels are lying to you they’re full of crap.” Sam states.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“And why not?”

“Because they’re angels?” Adam says in a mocking voice, trying to convey to Sam that his argument is stupid.

“Huh, well, did the angels tell you they’re going to roast half the planet?”

“Yeah, they told me the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil so we gotta stop him.”

“Yeah, but what if there’s another way?”

After this comment dean sneers at his brother and rolls his eyes.

“Great. What is it?” Adam mocks again.

“Well, we’re working on the power of love.” Dean says with blatant sarcasm, seemingly rejoining the banter.

“Yeah? How’s that going?” Adam adds.

“Mmm, not good.” Dean says, cracking a humorless smile, which earns him an angry frown from Sam.

“Look Adam, you don’t know me but I’m begging you, please trust me. Give me some time.” Sam’s look of sorrow and empathy seemed honestly genuine. This lead Adam to contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Because we’re blood.”

“Because we’re-“ Adam repeats, feeling frustration bubbling up inside of him. “You got no right to say that to me.” Adam says raising his voice, feeling the lines deepen in the scowl on his face.

“You’re still John’s boy.” Bobby says gruffly, with a look of sorrow in his old eyes.

“No.” Adam rejects.

“Shut up, none of you know what you’re talking about. John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I dont have a dad. So we may be blood but we sure as hell are not family.”

Adam pauses to think for just a moment before picking back up.

“My mom is my family. And if I do my job I get to see her again. So no offense but she’s the one I give a shit about. Not you.”

“Fair enough.” Sam replies

“But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you’ll give us a little more time please.”

[wwwdlabrie]

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[blackcatarts]

random anon ask go! name your favorite things, but based off the colors of the rainbow! (so like, favorite red thing, and favorite orange thing, and favorite yellow thing, all the way down to favorite purple thing.)

i LOVE these asks thank you so much for sending one in!! RED: my mac2019 program :') i miss that prod so much and i treasure it with all my heart... it shaped me in so many ways and opened my eyes AND my heart. i love u meg u are still my special little forest menace ORANGE: i cannot come up with a tangible thing for this so im going with my sona design- while i do adore orange as a color i dont have many orange Things and having orange hair makes me so happy so theres my answer GAHWJEGJAHSGD YELLOW: i have this little pino jelly popmart figure called joyful and i think about it a lot :) it makes me happy because its just so cute and symbolic of joy and like when im down i like shaking it around :) i love popmart GREEN: does anyone here know about the sumikko gurashi hopeful weed. im not going to explain who the sumikko gurashi hopeful weed is but i have a teeny plushie of him and. i adore him. so much. please look him up BLUE: THIS is my sappy answer because right now the truth is. for my birthday the boyfreak made me a denim whale shark bag for my birthday. like from scratch with repurposed fabric. and its hanging on my door right now and every time i look at it i feel so warm inside PURPLE (combining indigo and violet because. purple): GRAPE CANDY. im obsessed with grape candy. i need it. NOW!!! PINK (bonus!): you may know that i have one million pink items so this is a very difficult one to answer. i will say my keyboard because it is a pink rainy75 with daifuku keycaps and ajazz jasmine switches and WRAWR those stabilizers? smooth out of the box. those switches? free with another board and decently deep and very smooth as well. and that BOARD?? STUNNING. perfect baby pink, beautiful engraving, gorgeous backweight. perfection!

[slasherhaven]

I never see much angst writing for Otis driftwood, and we’ll I love being emotional hurt!! So could I request Otis driftwoods s/o almost dyeing, like Otis for sure thinks their going to die in his arms but they some how survive?? Bonus points if the reader gets hurt by protecting another family member from an escaped victim or something <33

Writing angst for Otis is difficult but worth it, hope it's not too out of character! 😂

Warnings: mentions of blood

Otis Driftwood's S/O getting injured and nearly dying in his arms:

"Otis!" Mama's voice rang through the house, he couldn't remember the last time she had sounded so distressed. Maybe when Baby had gotten hurt a while ago. It wasn't often she sounded so...afraid.

Otis let the bloodied body of the escaped victim fall to the floor, having been the one to finally catch and dispose of the escapee that had rampaged through the house in search for an exit. As the body thudded to the floor, Otis rushed to the sound of Mama's distressed calls, assuming she had gotten hurt in some way.

Instead of seeing Mama nursing a wound of her own, he skidded to a stop in the living room to see Mama cradling you on the floor. She held your head to her chest, holding you as you clutched the bleeding wound on your side in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Though, it didn't seem to be working. Baby stood only a few feet away from you both with a stunned look on her face, completely frozen.

"What happened?" Otis asked, by your side in an instant.

"I don't know...just found 'em like this" Baby told him, a helpless look in her eyes that you had never seen before.

"Otis..." you groaned as Mama gently handed you over to Otis, climbing to her feet.

Otis guided you down carefully, cradling your head in his lap as Mama rushed out of the room. "Need somethin' to slow the bleeding" he spoke, not to anyone in particular.

Baby snapped into action, grabbing a blanket from the couch and quickly handing it over. He snatched it from her, placing it over the wound on your side and applying a firm pressure.

"Otis, he..." you tried to explain what had happened, that the escaped victim had done this to you, that you couldn't stop him from getting away. Thankfully, Otis didn't need you to say any more to understand.

"I got 'im, he's gone but he deserved to pay for this" he assured you, anger flashing in his eyes as he thought about how quickly the victim had died, how he hadn't suffered long and how he deserved too.

"It's bad, Otis" you told him, your voice strained from the constant burning pain in your side.

"Nah...nah, you're gonna be alright" Otis shook his head, his gaze flicking between your face and your wound.

"I don't think so" you disagreed. "...feel tired" you confessed, knowing that wasn't a good sign.

"C'mon, stay with me" Otis applied more pressure to your wound, it maybe you wince but it made you open your eyes more. If that's what it took to keep you awake, that's what he would do.

"Otis, do something!" Baby snapped, knowing that she wasn't exactly helping but not knowing what she could do.

"I'm doing what I can!" Otis snapped right back at her through gritted teeth.

Thankfully, Mama had finally returned, now with the box of medical supplies in her hands. She knelt down beside you, getting a proper look at your wound as Otis removed the blanket for her. There was no denying it, it was a nasty wound. It would definitely scar...if they could even tend to it swiftly and effectively enough.

"Fuck" Otis cursed, also getting a good look at the jagged wound.

"Told you" you attempted a playful tone but winced as Mama prodded at the wound, trying to get a better idea of how to tend to it.

"Fuck" Otis cursed again, this time for letting you know that it was indeed bad. He should have kept his damn mouth shut, he didn't need you panicking as well. "You're alright. I told ya, y'are" he insisted. He was often telling you how he was right about everything, so you should believe he was right about this. Of course, you didn't.

"Alright, Honey, this is gonna hurt but we'll fix ya up" Mama warned you, her voice sweet and motherly as she attempted to soothe you. It worked for a moment until she poured something on your wound, making it sting and burn.

You called out in both shock and pain, instinctively grabbing Otis' hand. You clutched his hand with a vice-like grip, your knuckles turning white, but Otis barely felt it, he was too focused on you.

Once the initial pain faded, you relaxed as much as you could, growing tired quickly. As Mama focused on cleaning up your wound, Otis could see how your eyes were becoming heavy and you were fighting to keep them open.

"Hey, stay awake. Won't take long now" Otis promised you, though he didn't look too convinced. "Look at me" he took your face in his bloodied hand so that when you opened your eyes, you saw his face.

You had never seen him look so worried. He was never one for showing emotions but, god, his face was so expressive, his eyes so emotive, in that moment. His eyes glistened like they were wet, red forming around them. You were sure that this was the first time you had seen Otis genuinely scared.

"Gotta stitch ya up, Honey. It's gonna hurt but I'll be quick, alright?" Mama warned, hoping you felt some reassurance that this was nearly over.

"...can't feel it" you murmured, realising that the stinging of her actions had stopped altogether. Everything just felt numb.

"That ain't good, right?" Baby asked, voice filled with worry as she looked between the three of you.

"No...no it ain't" Mama shook her head, looking to Baby with just as much concern in her eyes.

"Just stitch 'em up already, why are we wastin' time!" Otis snapped but neither of them took it personally, they couldn't blame him for lashing out, it's a miracle he hadn't done so sooner or worse.

"Don't blame them" you chastised, your voice quiet and weak. You attempted to reach up to his cheek but only made it to his chest, gripping his shirt instead.

"Ain't gonna have nothin' to blame them for" Otis turned his full attention back to you. You weren't sure who he was trying to convince, you or himself.

"He's right, you're gonna be okay" Mama agreed, trying to sound encouraging.

"Don't look okay..." Baby muttered to herself, never having much of a filter.

"Baby!" Otis snapped at his sister but this time with more bite. More anger. More desperation.

"Sorry..." Baby apologised quietly. She didn't know what to do or say but she knew she shouldn't provoke Otis like she normally would, not right now.

You had fallen heavy in his arms, your eyes closing before slowly opening again.

"You gotta stay awake, gotta keep ya eyes open" Otis told you, glancing down to see how far Mama had gotten with your stitches. About halfway done. "Speak to me, Sweetheart" he prompted, gaze returning to your pale face.

"I love you" you breathed out, forcing the words past your lips despite the struggle.

"C'mon, don't say that. This ain't a fuckin' goodbye" Otis shook his head, his grip on your tightening without even realising it.

"I love you, Otis" you repeated, accepting your fate more than he had. The soft smile faded from your face as your eyes closed and your body went limp.

"Hey, c'mon, wake up...Y/n, Y/n...Y/n" Otis' desperation was more obvious than ever as he attempted to wake you up without jostling you too much.

Mama had tears rolling down her cheeks as she finished up the stitches and sat back to look at the sight of her son clutching your body, begging you to wake up. She loved her son, she loved all her kids, and she knew he cared about this family, including you, more than anything. She just never thought she would see him so...distraught over something happened to it.

Baby remained standing in shock, tears welling in her eyes. She has never seen her brother so distressed and uncaring of who saw it. You were her best friend...they were losing you.

Family meant everything to them and here they were, losing a member.

"Y/n, Sweetheart, y'gotta stay with me...y'gotta" Otis brushed your hair out of your face, trying to see any signs of responsiveness. He got none.

"They're still breathin'..." Mama pointed out. "...but they lost a lot of blood."

"Will they wake up? They'll wake up, right?" Baby asked, sounding just as desperate as Otis looked.

"I can't say...just let 'em rest" Mama sighed, wishing she could give more reassurance to her children. Baby could only look at Otis, speechless for the first time in her life.

Without saying a word, Otis stood and lifted your body from the floor, cradling you to his chest as he carried you up to his bedroom. Neither Baby or Mama followed him, knowing it was best to leave him be.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Otis lay you down on the bed. He was still for a moment, just watching your chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. You were alive, the slight but constant movement was proof of that, but he couldn't say how long that would be true for.

Any self-restraint Otis had been able to maintain snapped in an instant. "Fuck!" he cursed, throwing the nearest item to him which just happened to be the lamp on the bedside table. The object smashing against the far wall. Of course the rest of the family had heard the sound from downstairs but knew what must have caused it, once again deciding to leave him alone.

Hours past.

Rufus was asked to deal with the victim's body, getting it far away from the house before Otis was him again and it threw him into a fit of rage.

Mama was the first person to attempt speaking to Otis, she had entered his room with a drink for him, a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He still had your dried blood on his hands and while blood didn't bother anyone in the family, she figured that yours might bother him, it certainly bothered her. She had insisted on him washing up before she left him again, her children were adults but she still cared for them when they needed it.

After that, Otis still never left his bedroom. He spent his time pacing back and forth as you slept across the room. Nobody knew if you would wake up and there was nothing they could do, how was he supposed to relax?

He couldn't rest, couldn't sleep, couldn't sit still, but he also couldn't leave you. Normally during times of stress he would head out and find some poor soul to take out his frustrations on, but he couldn't risk leaving you along. How could he live with himself if he left and you passed when he wasn't there. If there was anything he could do to make sure you were alright, he would do it.

Otis was still pacing the length of the room as you silently stirred on the bed. Your eyelids were heavy as they slowly blinked open, squinting at the light despite it not being particularly bright.

"O...Otis?" it was your faint, scratchy voice that got Otis' attention.

"Holy shit..." Otis stopped in his tracks and turned to you, his eyes slightly widened like he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"Is Mama okay?" you asked as you tried to sit up, wincing in pain as the action pulled at your wound.

"Fuckin' hell, don't move" Otis chastised but was at your side in an instant, gently pushing you to lay back down. "'course Mama's alright, why wouldn't she be?" he asked, wondering how you could be so concerned about someone else when you had nearly died.

"The guy who got out, he was gonna hurt her..." you explained, your throat dry, making talking a little painful.

"He stabbed you" Otis reminded you, anger flashing in his eyes.

"...got in the way" you nodded in agreement.

"...this happened because you were protecting Mama?" Otis asked and you nodded again, trying not to talk and irritate your throat further.

You did this to protect another member of the family, risked your life for one of them. You truly were a Firefly.

"We thought you were gonna die" Otis sighed, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"Me too..." you confessed, you truly had thought that bleeding out in the living room in Otis' arms would be your final moments. "Otis?" you got his attention before asking, "can I have a drink?"

"Shit, yeah, hold on" Otis looked you over one more time before running off, not giving you the chance to respond before he was out of the room.

He ignored everyone as he ran down to the kitchen to get you some water, no answering any questions before he returned to the bedroom. You couldn't help but find his hurry endearing, he was back before you knew it.

"Thank you..." you sighed as you finished the glass of water, placing the empty glass down on the bedside table.

"Just a drink" he shrugged, acting as if he hadn't been sitting at your bedside the whole time you were unconscious.

"No...thank you for being there" you clarified, reaching out and taking hold of his hand. "I know ya won't admit it but I saw y'were scared, I was too" you admitted.

"Just promise me y'won't do nothin' stupid like that again" Otis muttered, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

"Can't make that promise" you tried to joke and lighten the mood. It was strange, the serious sombre vibe in the Firefly household. It wasn't right.

"Y/n..." Otis huffed, his tone and face serious, reminding you of just how scared he had looked in the living room.

"I promise" you matched his seriousness. Of course you meant it, you never wanted to leave Otis just like you never wanted to lose him.

"Good, 'cause I'm too fuckin' selfish to lose ya" Otis confessed, pushing your hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss you. So unlike Otis, his kiss was soft like he was trying not to hurt you.

"You should tell the others I'm awake" you advised as he pulled away from the kiss.

"They can wait" he shook his head, planning on keeping you to himself just a little while longer.

"Have you slept?" now that he was closer, you could see the dark circles that had formed around his eyes.

"Nah" he answered honestly but shrugged as if it wasn't important. He'd gone longer without sleep before.

"C'mon, you need rest as well" you winced as you moved over on the bed.

Otis gave in, accepting your offer of rest on the condition that he could check your wound and change your bandages first. Once your bandages were clean and Otis was sure that your stitches were just fine, he carefully climbed onto the bed with you.

Mama had come to check on you both again but quietly left the room once she saw the two of you laying in bed. Otis sleeping as you mindlessly played with his hair, lulling yourself to sleep.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Clans Progenitor

Masterlist

Summary: as a polar bear shifter you were expected to hunt the rogues of your kind. But this particula rogue has also caught the eye of a certain witcher. Whats a female to do when the one her kind fears is her mate?

Warnings: swearing, raunchy?, implied mating, implied mating cycles, gore? Shifter au, swearing, heated Confrontation, fluff.

A/N: so this is 'technically' should have been the first of my shifter series as im going through the family tree (geralt, his son, grandson, great grandson ect ect) but i wrote walter first. I do hope you enjoy this one im excited for the rest! (Not sure when theh will be done though)

You yelped cowering with a slight hiss as the huge male pinned you down, snarling and angry. A beast in full attack mode. He was confused and disorientated. Unsteady on his feet but even so this man had been a trained witcher, he wasnt going to let a little nausea and dizziness stop him from swinging his sword.

You laid flat and bared your neck, looking away from him showing your tummy and closed your eyes praying his instincts would override his panic. Because he was just like you now. Just as large and dangerous, you had no advantage anymore.

He paused growling before stumbling to his knees, dropping beside you tiredly. You could hear his breaths, deep drags through his flared nostrils scenting you, each breath deeper then the last. You flinched as his sword dropped in the snow beside you with a mighty thunk.

Then his fingers prodded your chin. You both gasped as the first contact was made. The little shock rolling over your skin as he tipped your head towards him. Your dark eyes locking with the amber molten irises of your mate. You locked gazes but he quickly saw it a challange and bared his teeth once more at you.

You shuddered and shrunk below him as he crouched over your slight form, his knees digging into the frozen snow either side of your fram e now fully straddljng you. You lowered your eyes knowing full well he was feeling himself for the first time, relishing in the nature that plagued your kind. It must be a terrible thing to endure, to experience monstrous instincts when youd gone your whole life hunting those that fell to the these basic needs. Kill, eat, fuck.

"What have you done to me?" You whined at the low growl, the timber of his voice was enough to make you want to present to him, to bend over and let your mate have you. It was the kind of voice that you could mistake for a cursed silver tongue.

"I...i saved you" you uttered quietly to him, trying to remain still and be as small and meek as you possibly could. Geralt wasnt convinced and looked the the trail of blood from the snow covered mound he knew was the dead bear that he'd been hunting. Then the tree around him was drenched in blood. His. He didnt know what had happened after he'd passed out from blood loss, but waking in a pool of his own blood next to a stunning ethereal looking woman who smelt like a divine meal seemed off. Not only that but he felt different, everything seemed more, colours brighter scents more intenes, hearing sharper. He felt big and powerful but also like he had less control.

"It doesnt feel like it. What are you? A siren? Vampire? Or some other deceitful little beast?" He growled inspecting the lithe woman below him, his mind trying to think over all the possible monsters he had learned in the bestiary. But none could make him feel the way he did. None could amplify his senses and make him want to fuck her brains out at the same time.

"Non-none of those please- please let me explain" you pleaded eyeing him carefully wanting to tell him everything now that he was alive and well. Healed and undergone the whole process of turning.

You'd agonized over him as he turned, frightened his mutations would hindder his transformation. And in a way it had, youd had to help him, breaking some of the bones for him when his shift got stuck, even going far as to bite him another three times as he almost awoke, your venom wasnt as effective on him as it would a regular human. But it had been worth it. Once finished his form was the same as yours. A huge pure white polar bear shifter.

"Go ahead" the words felt more like a threat, a dare. He was daring you to lie to him. He wanted you to spin him a great tale of heroism. And he wasnt far off, you sighed and looked to the dead polar ear next to you and looked back to your alpha with a sigh before beginning to retell the story of how you got here with him, and what youd done to him.

It had started a few weeks agos for you. There was an enforcer gone rogue. The story was he'd found his mate- human mate and had been to slow to claim her she'd been killed for being a mage. She wasnt. But the traveling witch hunter had deemed her eyes to be an 'unnatural shade of green' and suddenly she was being dragged to the nearest tree for a rope around her neck.

The enforcer got their too late and had gone mad. He turned and began his hunt, not after taking his grief out on the village. Killing those that had conjured stories about the so called witch to save their own hides. But the village had got a witcher in, thinking it was a curse from the deceased witch. But the shifter had already begun tracking this witch hunter acoss the wilderness.

And so it became a race, both you and the witcher were hunting down this rogue, not that the white wolf noticed you were good at staying hidden. You had sped up needing to get their first and kill this rogue. Witchers didnt know of your kind, and they didnt need to. The last thing you needed was a mutated human poking their nose into your business.

But alas luck wasnt on your side and youd been to late. Geralt had got there first and had mistook the rogue shifter for an ordinary bear. A fight ensued and geralt was out matched by the fury and rage the beast had. Youd arrived just intime to see the bear knock the famed witcher off of his feet into the snow, bleeding from the claw marks.

You had felt it instantly. The rage and fear, the scent of the witchers blood made yours boil in your vains, yet your stomach dropped and your heart froze. All you could think was mate. Mate. My alpha was hurt! He could die!. With that thought you burst into your shift and lunged with a ferocious roar. The battled didnt last long. The threat of your mate bleeding out had made you viscious. You didnt care about delivering a good death. You only cared about protecting your mate, you bit and tore into your opponent savagely not playing around. The longer it took the less likely your mate would survive..

After dealing with the threat you rushed to your witchers side and crowded him, snuffing at him and pawing him gently. He'd drifted into unconsciousness which was good for you because it gave you the chance to take care of the rogue alone without prying eyes.

Youd laid with him in the snow, curling around him keeping him warm unsure what to do. He was a witcher, but you were unsure what potion he needed, each smelt vile and none were labled or had any hint to what they did. You had shifted and tried to tend his wounds but could do very little for him. He was a mutated human and you wasnt sure what to do. All you knew was that pain killers were bad for them, they can become reliant on them to the point of addiction. And he didnt have much in the way of bandages.

So you stayed and tried mothering him. Remaining shifted in your bear form to look after him. Carrying him to the trees for some shelter and lapped at his wounds trying to help him. And nurse him to health.

But his heart had grown weaker, he had lost too much blood and was growing weak. Finally you had made your choice. You will not loose him, you cant. So with a heavy sigh you made the decision to bite him now. You will ask for forgivness afterwards, but right in that moment you had to turn him and let him heal.

"You turned me? Into what!?" The rage in his veins multiplied as he began to understand what had happened as you told your story. He wasnt human. Or a witcher. You'd made him into something else, somthing stronger but unstable. He could feel it.

"A-a shifter... it was the only way, alpha please- i wouldnt have but your my... my mate and you were dying! I had to!" You pleaded weeping below him frightened of the rage rolling off of him.

He paused for a moment and calmed, for some reason the scent of your fear was unpleasant. Like the scent of acidic unrine and and rotting meats, the scent that would linger in his npse for days as a warning. He took a deep breath and hushed you, one hand moving to pet your hair on instinct needing to sooth you as you began to panic. He wasnt sure why but it helped as you craned your head into his palm with a sigh, and then the dreadfull scent wafted away leaving him the a sweet honeyed fresh smell oozing from you.

"You may not be a witcher anymore, for that i am sorry but you are a ploar bear shifter the same as me. As the biggest and strongest of all shifters were are expected to become enforcers" you breathed out in what was a strange relief. You were happy that he'd shifted into the same bear as you. A polar bear, huge and powerful. The strongest of all shifters, barely anything could overcome one. The only reason you had been able to kill the other was because of your protective rage at seeing your mate injured.

"Enforcers?" The male asked unsure of what anything meant in that moment. He was to busy running his hands over you, fingers drifting over your long pale locks and knuckes skimming your cheeks and neck. He couldnt stop, there was something addictive and soothing about touching you. Like an easing of his soul.

"Yes, its... similar to a witcher but we hunt our own. Shifters can turn, go mad and loose control of their beasts. They go rogue, we are expected to hunt them and put them down. They are a threat to our survival." Yoh uttered moving a hand up to your alpha shakey fingers reachingmout for him needing to touch him yourself, to leave your scent on him.

"So that one who attacked me?" Geralt asked before dipping his face down letting your small hand rest on his jaw, his breath hitched as the stubble met your soft hand. You sighed exploring him running your fingers over his,face, drawing along the contorsmof his strong facial features and handsome lines.

"A rogue yes.I have been hunting him, he is the one who you were after to. Your contract" you explained wincing slightly as you shifted growing uncomfortable in the frozen snow, the harsh ground making your back ache.

Geralt growned and retreated rising to his huge height and offering a palm to you. With no sign of struggle he hoisted you to your feet and twisted his hand, curlingnhis fingers around your wrist locking aroundmit like a shackle almost as if he was worried you'd bolt and try to flee.

"You mean shifters? Not werewolves but shifters? As in humans that can shift at will with full control? I hate to break it to you, but shifters are wives tales. Stories told to children to stop them from talking to strangers." Geralt huffed rolling his eyes and smileing at you amused that you'd buy such ridiculous tales.

"So you dont belive me?" You grunted irritated by his laughter.

"Its impossible you have more chance to see pixies!" Geralt exclaimed baiting you further.

"Good, if thats what you think then we enforcers have done our job." Yoh scoffed a little annoyed yet proud, relieved youd managed to stay hidden from these well trained hunters.

"They arent real" geralt huffed shaling his head alll his anger now becoming amusement, there was a light feeling he hadnt had in a long time. Not only had he connected with you but he felt relaxed and safe. He could feel the bond between you. He didnt necessarily understand it yet all he knew was thatyou and him were a team.

"Want me to prove it?" You asked growling with a petulant anger a stubbornness over takingnyou. You bristled at the following laugh from your alpha.

"Go ahead" geralt snorted making a sweeping motion with his hand as ha stepped to the side givingnyou space whilst internally preparing his 'i told you so' speech. But his smirk quickly dropped when your form shuddered and contorted before you arched forward and stood proud before him your shoulder inline with his. Your head craned up staring him in the eye. He was speechless as he peered at you, for a second he flinched, fingers itching to his scabbard. It was only then he panicked for a moment as his hands missed, the scabbard was empty.

But he paused as you let out a strange low chuff at him and dipped your head. He blinked and looked at you, this time really looked. Geralt of rivia had looked jnto the eyes of many beasts over the years, he knew what evil looked like, he had seen their eyes go from a savage rage to still and lifeless and everythingm in between. But yours? your eyes held their humanity, a deep soulful look that was intelligent and much more then the monstrous. Maim. Kill. eat. Fuck. It was then he knew.

He raised a hand to you slowly pressing his palm into the thick white fur. Both soft and coarse, fluffy and prickly on his skin. Your head was the size of his chest and pressed into him before tipping up and snaking your tongue out quickly tasteing his skin making him grunt and arch away making you bellow a chuffing chuckle at him ont you growl as he flicked your nose making you sneeze comically.

You shifted back and peered up as he growled pawing at the spittle on his face but still smiled down at you. Things took a more serious turn as you began speaking again, your smile dropping as you tried explaining the obvious questions that will follow.

"We are not safe geralt. Shifters are misunderstood and we need to be forgotten to history otherwise we would be culled. Look at the mages. And the monsters you hunt? That would happen to us. So we disappear blend in, live quietly and deal with our own" your voice was low, quite asmif you were tryjng to hide the truth you spk,e, in a way you were. These secrects were sacred, the secrecy was what kept your race alive for so long. Every bone in your body was against telling him despite the witcher being your mate.

BuT still he was just that, a witcher. Ones you were taught to fear just asmuch as the humans did. Probably even more, yoh were supernatural, a shifter was a creaturw with monstrous urges and frightening instincts. A witcher could find cause to kill you, a precautionary culjng would always be justified for a beast.

"But its dangerous, you should atleast inform witchers of your existence." geralt tried to argue back. He was growing annoyed. There was definitely a pull, a bond between you. But that wasnt what irritated him the most. It was the unknown, the fact your kindnhad evaded the wotcher schools for so long. How? How could an entire race hide from his own kind for centuries? He prided himself on knowing all of the beastiary and yet here yoh were. The impossible standing right befoee him.

Geralt paused an looked to his hands. His kind? He wasnt a witcher now. He wasnt a witcher. The thought shocked him a single tremor of terror rose up his spine. Thags all he knew. All he ever was, what he'd been t3rained for. A scared child how became a mutant. A trained witcher and now he was a... shifter?

"Why so you can kill us? So humans can blame us for things we dont do? We live peacefully in our packs and clans. We destroy the ones who go rogue. Its our business not yours" geralt was snapped out of his little epiphany as our words grew feirce and acidic, venom laced the words like a poisoned pblade, sharp and deadly. You were frustrated and axnious he could see your weremthinking a mile a minute probably tryingntomfigure out what to do from here.

"And still i was called to kill one" the former witcher huffed with a smug amusement trying to add some humour into the mix wanting to calm you.

"Yet i am the one who killed it. Geralt please try to understand we are frightened of your kind... well" you trailed off after trying to plead with him to see your predicament. You effectivly just outted an entire race because fate decided to mate you with a being you all feared.

"frightened?" Geralt paused, sure he knew many 'monsters' were scared pf witchers but it was strange hearing it from one so calm yet clearly powerfull. Those that dint hunt humans had no reason to fear witchers. Unlike what most believed witchers didnt just hunt monsters willy nilly. They werent bloodthirsty savages biting at the bit for a fight. They kept balance.

Kill those that threaten humans but not after trying to spook them off. Occasionally a witchers job was to usher the beasts away and sheild them from humans. Or atleast that was what geralt precived as his job. He'd rather avoid killing but only did so to protect himself and those weaker then these beats.

You stepped closer and eyed him worriedly. Shrugging your shoulders and peered at the dead shifter slowly disappearing iunder a fresh layer of snow.

"A witcher is terrifying even to us. Besides they are dying out, you cant make more of your kind so there no point in telling you now" you managed to avoid explaining further and made an ecxuse trailing off. Geralt eyed you for a few koments longer, standing taller posturing. You shrunk slightlymas your alpha held you in his stare. Honestly you were still waiting for him to reject you, to scream and try to attack you once more but he didnt.

"Come, we are returning home" the male grunted as he turned leaning down to pluck up his pack and swords. You frowned unsure of what just happened but the words sunk in. Home... your alpha had a den? And he was inviting you to it- he was accepting you?!

"h-home? You mean you have a den? I didnt know witchers had dens?" You suttered sniffling slightly trying jot to cry as tears welled in your eyes. You never thought youd be accepted by a male. Polar bears were too strong, they frightened the others thats why they were used as the enforcers. Youd resigned yourself to never experiencing the bliss of being with your soul mate. You pawed at your eyes willing away the tears as you shuffled closer. You wanted nothing more then to be close to your mate, your alpha! Someone who you could depend on. Someone who you could turn to and let your gaurd down.

"Den? I? Yes i have a den, its in the mountains i return for winter" geralt paused at the term but quickly nodded smiling softly. He moved closer stepping beside you his arm just brushing your shoulder as you both fell into step. The former witcher chuckled as you let out a low mewl like pur and craned into him. Suddenly youd changed from the anxious timid and flighty woman into a needy pup... cub? It was clear you were just as desperate for a family and home as he was deep down.

"That witcher stronghold? You cant be serious we cant go there" you flinched yelping, trying to stop in your tracks but geralt wound an arm over your shoulders and kept you moving alongside him.

"Yes kaer morhen. And we will let the others know" he announced as he tugged you out of the shaded wood area.

"No! Geralt you dont know enough! You dont understand!" You argued fighting against him, but a slow rumble echoed in his chest and you froze before letting him pull you closer to his frame as you both stepped out into the open. You almost swooned as he looked around the open space at past the tree line. He was Serveying the area, making sure it was safe for you to follow. It was a strange feeling, having him guard you without even realising.

"I understand enough to know youll do as your told. Afterall you are my female, i felt you surrender to me. You called me your mate and alpha. Im betting that im in charge now as your alpha" he explained with a smirk, his eyes alight with a gentle mirth, teasing you. You flushed and looked away shyly falling into this strange little role, the natural hierarchy of your race. Geralt was your alpha male now. His job was to protect and provide it was intimidating yet soothing. You no longer had to fend for yourself or be alone.

"now come along female its time to return home, we can discuss things with vesemir and like you said witchers are a dying breed, it shouldnt matter now" The words were accompanied by a swift light patt on your rump as he whistled in a high pitch calling for roach, who came trotting out of the woods after a few still moments.

"But we cant! We will never make it in time for-" you began fretting speaking before actually thinking about the words. Luckily you amanged to stop yourself short.

"For what?" Geralt asked as he climbed on top of roach and dragged you up with him, sitting you on the saddle infront of him a little surprized at how much easier it was. His strength was definitely improved along with his senses.

"Nothing" you flushed mumblingnunder your breath now fixing your gaze onto roaches mane in your hand as geralt se t the hors into a slow walk heading north intent on out running the winter and returning to kear morhen a few weeks before the snow hit the mountains.

"No what were you going to say?" He hummed curiously but you just squirmed before releasing a high whistled tune calling your own horse from hiding. Geralt cast a glance behind himas your own horse trotted up along side roach clearly used to following you whatever the circumstances.

"Nothing it doesnt matter" you uttered shrinking in uis lap as his heavy forearm draped across your tummy and pulled yoh tighter.

"No tell me it sounded important" geralt persisted his breath fanning your neck causing you to shiver and shift again on his lap, tryin to beat away the feeling in your loins as his thighs rocked with the gait of the mare. You whined breathlessly not wanting to think about your almost slip up when sat astride the wide mare with your alphas cock nestled tightly on you ass.

"Female dont play these games, tell me. What will we be late for?" He chided at your silence and dipped his nose into the crook of your neck growling and puring with each deep breath scenting you. You whimpered as his scruff dragged abong your skin, tickling you with a tiny bristly five o'clock shadow.

"It-its just mating season is in a few months" you sighed giving in knowing he'd just continue his teasing untill ou told him whats on your mind.

"Mateing?" Geralt asked rearing back and leani g to the side encouraging you to face him. You blushed harder and shrugged nodding to him still trying to ignor the warmth from him, the way you both swayed rubbing against one another with the mares leisurely pace through the snow.

"Yeah... you know mating and cubs an'stuff" you spo,e trailing off not wanting to think about mateing this glorious male when your rocking on him. It wouldnt take much for him to scent your arousal. And you dodnt want to be mounted in the snow, your sure youd loose a toe or two to frostbite.

"Cubs? As in children? We can? I can have children?" Geralt frowned. That was absurd he couldnt have children her was a witcher; was a witcher but not anymore? You watched as his face lit up, eyes growing wide and his chest puffing up his entire being filling with hope. He pleaded with his eyes at you beggjng for you to answer the unspoken question, to confirm his suspicion.

"Well yeah... your a shifter now and my mate, so you can.. you know? get me pregnant and have a family" you nodded shyly smileing whislt nervpusly twiddling the horses thick mane in your fingers.

"My own child? I can have my very own child with you?" The question was breathless and haunting, like he was waiting for you to laugh and correct him. Tell him it was still impossible, that he was still infertile. But instead your cheeks glowed brighter and you huffed embarrassed nodding quickly avoiding his eyes.

"Yes geralt. Its what mates do! We bond and mate and have cubs!" You stuttered out yelping at him voice cracking under the embarrassment of talking about mating and such.

"And we have a month?" Geralt clarified suddenly very serious but theilled all the while. He seemed to have gained a new lease pf life at the prospect of cubs. But then again it was somthing he had long been denied and not by choice.

"Two."

"Two months to reach kaer morhen? Thats doable. Do not look at me like that mate. Thats my den, im sure im supposed to mate you in my den" he scolded yoh lightly as you grimanced at him pouting and frowning at him clearly unimpressed about haveing cubs in the qotcher school.

"Lets make a den somewhere else" you offered trying to sway him out of going to the famed witcher school. But he just craned his head forward pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck instantly placating you,the affection stunned you into silence all argument dying on your tongue as his lips moulded to your skin branding it with his heated kiss.

"No. Now come on we have two months" he stated as hepulled away from your neck before ushering roach into a canter now having a deadline to be home by.

"What is- Y/N! MERLOT! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Geralt broke out into a run,sprinting down the well travelled path into the remains of his old witcher school. His heart racing as he scent of another male permeated the air. It hadnt taken him long to realise other males were a threat to his mate and adoptive cub Merlot.

Just over three years ago Geralt had followed a scent of shifter crossing his territory and gone out to investigate. It hadn't been long before he came across the corpse of a female bear shifter. She'd been wounded badly. And the boy Merlot had been hiding frightened into his first shift, curled up into mothers side alone and hungry. At first geralt had thought him to be a normal bear cub mistaking this shifter for his mother. The alpha was going to put him out of his misery only to stop when the cub had scented him, and quickly raced around the deceased female rushing to geralts side then transformd into a knee height toddler before his eyes. Tiny hands reaching up at him pleading with his eyes not to abandon him there.

It had been the first time he'd seen a shifter cub and had instantly scooped up the child returning home with him. You later explained that cubs were much more instinctive then adults. As you grew you gained more awareness and more consciousness over your beast. Merlot had instinctively recognised geralt as a strong alpha and his best bet at safety and clung to him.

With no thought he barreled into his home eyes glowing snarling and posturing, back straight and chest puffed out smelling the unknown male. The scent was stronger in here. His nostrils flared and he froze ready to pounce as your heels clicked on the stone floor.

His heart seized as he took in the sight before him. You stood still by the door, hair pulled neatly into a half up half down style like those of the new westerners that were pouring into the continent. Your soft body encased in fine velvet, a stiff bodice pressing your full bosom up into two steep mounds and large full skirt swaying around your legs. Merlot stood beside you, one hand clutching your skirt the other tugging on his own new modern outfit, hair pulled back from his face in a low bun.

But it wasnt the new modern appearance that shook him to his core. Nor the growth spurt on his older cub- who was now a good four inches taller only just reaching your hip. No. It was the bundle you held in your arms. The tiny grunts and soft coos of a child coming from the wriggling blankets that hung down the front of your dress.

You smiled to him meekly and looked down repositioning the small cub. Twisting to cradle it sweetly letting geralts eyes see a tiny hand hover in the air, the profile of a small face peeking fron the swaddle.

"Charles. Look your papa is home" you hummed slowly aproaching geralt. The famed witcher met you half way eyes locked on the cup in you arms.

"Ch-charles? A boy- is it? Is he mine?" Geralt trembled, he couldnt help it he was over joyed but still dared not to dream. A child of his own flesh and blood had never been something he truly thought he'd have.

"Of course he is. Geralt this is charles, your son." With those words the dam broke and the usually strong stoic witcher was brought to tears as you handed him his miracle child. Charles. A strange name but it fit him somehow.

"He was a surprize. But a welcome one, he is two weeks old early and small but healthy. Merlot has been such a good boy, he has helped tremendously" yoh explained moving to stepp beside your step son pressing rubbing circles onto his back trying to calm the older cub who fretted over his place in the clan now that his father had a fullbloded cub.

"You have?" Geralt uttered looking to the boy letting a low rumble, calling his oldest to him. Merlot tiptoed closer to his father still unsure how things would be now there was a new cub. With one hand holding charles geralt held the other to merlot. Suddenly merlot was up on his fathers hip giggling as geralt scented him burrowing his nose into the boys hair and sniffing making merlot giggle out loud, all anxiety washed away as his father doted on him as normal.

"Yes papa, i play with him! And read to him when mama is sleepy an'hold him an'bounce him but-but he spits up on me... i dont mind though! Even if its icky" merlot spoke quickly now feeljng much better that his alpha was still accepting him.

"My good boy, i can alway countnon you to look after your mother and now charles... God he's tiny. So very tiny, is he-will he be a bear- a polar bear like us?" Geralt purred at him holding him tight letting merlot hok his arms around him snuggling deeper, the past few weeks of worry now melting and he could relax once more.

"He is small... and his colouring isnt like ours so maybe not? Only time will tell" you replied now coiljng arohnd your mate and arms holdjng his waist needingnto reacquaint yourself with him.

"Good, i dont want him hunting like us. Ever. He could be hurt. He deserves better" geralt hummed lookjng at the sleepjng newborn in his arm. Feeling a warm pride as he held his two sons.

"He does and so does Merlot they both deserve much better then here, i... i've been thinking i'd like to leave. As much as i love our den we need to intergrate. Its been two hundred years. These two deserves everything we can give them" you utterd slowly now wanting to ease geralt into your thoughts, the plans you'd made gfor your clan as your pregnancy became apparent.

"Where? I will take them anywhere. Give them anything" geralt said quickly not even needing to think about it. He would give his family the world, anytning they could possibly want or need.

"I think the west. England hasnt got a large shifter population. They are an island. Less shifters mean less rogues, it'll be safer. We can start our own clan make roots there" you said moving a hand to both of your sons blinoing up at geralt. He locked eyes with you and smiled nodding. Perhaps it was time to rejoin society and let his children thrive in the human world.

"Then we shall go to england" he agreed nodding to you before leaning in pressing a kiss to your lips, which made merlot whine and wriggle knowjng what was coming next and wanting to get out of the danger zone. But you and gerlat pulled back sharing a sly look before the both of you dived forward making the cub squeel as you both attacked him with kisses.

Geralt had never planned on this, never thought he'd meet a shifter and become a so called mpnster. But every day he was more and more greatfull because he now had a life he'd only dreamt of, he the white wolf-geralt of rivia the famed witcher was now a husband and father of two. And he wouldnt change it for the world.

[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

[iwadori]

When you ask the haikyu boys “do you think I'm pretty?” (Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Kuroo)

genre: slight angst, fluff

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Iwaizumi: You and Iwaizumi were lounging in your room, him laying in bed watching tv whilst you were standing in the mirror staring at yourself. “hey Y/N-”

“Hajime, do you think I'm pretty?” you asked still staring at yourself, poking and prodding at your body as you look in the mirror. Iwaizumi looked at you as if you’ve grown another head, and stood up standing behind you in the mirror placing his face in the crook of your neck with his hands wrapping around your waist making you jump slightly “Hajime,” you groan “your hands are cold.”

“I don’t care Y/N,” he said keeping his hands there “me and my cold hands aren’t moving until you tell me what’s brought on your weird question.”

“It’s nothing...” you mumble, your eyes now casting away from the mirror.

“Well it’s something,” he said giving you a slight squeeze, making you wince from the coldnest off his hands “c’mon Y/N, I just want you to feel better”

You relax into his hold and stare back at the mirror, “it’s just sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror I don’t feel good. Sometimes I try and avoid looking at myself overall, its unbearable... All parts about me, my -”

“Woah, don’t continue your sentence babe,” he raises his head from the crook of you neck looking directly at you in the mirror “I don’t want to hear you talking about yourself like that, I know it may be hard right now and my words may not mean anything. But I need you to know that I think you’re pretty and I’ll tell you that everyday if I have to just so that you know you’re beautiful.”

“But Iwa don’t you think I need to change?”

“Nope, not at all.” he says resting his face back into your neck “If you want to change, then I can’t stop you but I don’t want you to do it, just because you think you aren’t pretty, you’re goregous Y/N” he mumbles the last bit directly on your neck, and your heart flutters from his words and feeling the vibration of his voice directly on your skin.

He spins you around so you’re now actually facing him, “It saddens me to hear you think that way about yourself, but I promise I'll make sure you know otherwise because I love you, regardless of what you look like” he says finishing with a kiss on your forehead.

Atsumu: You were scrolling through instagram and smiled seeing your boyfriend as the picture for a Sports AD, when you go to the page he was psted on you see even more pictures of him posted with beautiful women, smiling and laughing. You decided to scroll through the comments and saw majority of them just gushing over how good the girl and your boyfriend looked together and it made you a little hurt inside.

Atsumu eventually got home from practice and saw you in your closet, tear stained and rummaging through everything you own. You don’t really know how you made it into this position but after seeing those comments and reading some angst works, you managed to get yourself into this state.

“Y/N are you alright?” he said shocked by your sad appearance.

“Atsumu do you think im pretty?” you asked with a frown. He was even more stunned hearing this question leave your lips, he went to sit down next to you in your closet and his eyes softened seeing how sad you really looked.

“Of course I think your pretty!” he said putting his hand on your thigh “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, but wouldn’t you feel better with someone who matches you physically?” you asked,

“What do you mean? You’re the one that matches me”

“I saw the ad deal you did, with that beautiful girl and all the comments were talking about how great you looked together, and I can’t say I disagree.”

“Don’t say that Y/N, she was just a model and you are the prettiest girl I know and that isn’t even a lie” he says.

“You really think so?” you ask putting your face in your hands, suddenly feeling embarrased.

“Yes I do” he pulls you into his arms, lifting your head out of your arms “you really are beautiful, and I don’t see how you don’t see it, but I hope one day you do.”

“Thanks Tsumu, I hope so too” you said, smiling as he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead “now will you help me put back all my clothes.”

“Sure” he saids standing up “Only if you answer this serious question,”

“What?”

“Who’s prettier, me or Osamu?” he said with all seriousness, staring at you hardly for an answer.

“Well....” you say “Osamu does have prettier eyes” you joke laughing as Atsumu grabs a tshirt and throws it at you.

Kuroo: you and Kuroo were watching TV, and you could tell by the way that Kuroo was looking at you that things were about to get a little heated making you feel nervous. When you show ended and Kuroo leaned towards you giving you a kiss, at first you let him kiss you but then you just froze when he felt his hands start to wonder.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked moving from you and looking worried.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“What do you mean? Of course you’re pretty” he said now fully confused.

“Remember, Lev’s sister from highschool Alisa? The russian looking model?”

“Yeah, what about her?”

“You used to pine, after her fawning and fanning over her beauty and of course back then I didn’t look like her and I don’t look like her now so I jus- I dont know...”

“So you don’t think your pretty because of my apparent teenage crush on Lev’s sister?” he asked slightly dumbfounded.

“No, It’s just all the women you surround yourself around just aren’t like me at all, and I am just ugly in comparison.”

“Don’t say that Y/N, I don’t know why you think this. Because if you didn’t notice, all the times i was apparently ‘pining,’ after Alisa in highschool, I was really staring at you. Why do you think I invited you to all our games back then and all the women I am around aren’t like you because there is noone that can be compared to you, seriously Y/N” he said “When I first met you, I thought you were beautiful and of course you’ve changed a bit its called growing up and I don’t want you to feel that you aren’t pretty or that I don’t find you pretty because I do, of course I do. Everyone I possibly knows I do, because they probably do too.”

“Oh”

“Yeah oh.” he repeated with his usual goofy smirk on his face, he pulls you into his holds and peppers kisses all over your face “You are beautiful, and I’ll tell you that every second of the day.”

“Thanks Tetsu, I know I'm being a bit silly and all but sometimes I do just think you’re better off with someone better.”

“Well theres noone better than you babes,” he puts on another show and spends the rest of the night complimenting every part of you, from a scar you gained when you were a child, to the shape of your ears and eyelashes to the little moles you didn’t even know you had but it seems he knew, since he pays attention and loves every single part of you.

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