#my car is on the first floor 🙈

[hyperfocusthusly]

Walked all the way up to the roof of my car park because I was too busy thinking about what I’m going to write for today’s Fluffebruary prompt… I’m so cooked

[nunehs]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐒 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝🙈

You look outside the doors of The Last Drop and watch as the snow falls outside. You look across towards Powder and watch as she scribbles down on a piece of paper, you huff and rest your head in your hand.

“What’s up with you?” She looks up at you and follows your line of eyesight and spots the snow falling outside. She chuckles and turns her head back down to continue drawing on the piece of paper.

“Why won’t you go out in the snow with me? Are you telling me not even the smallest part of you wants to go outside?” You question her and lean closer to her, hunching over the table to try and peek at the paper to see why it’s holding all of her attention.

She pulls the paper away from you and covers it with her hands and looking up at you, “Uh, no? I don’t want to risk freezing off my fingertips, how else would i make my inventions?” She brings up one of her hands and wiggles her fingers in front of your face.

You chuckle slightly and push her hand away from your face, reaching over to grab your drink. You take a sip and point towards the paper in front of her, “What is it?” You place the cup down, licking your lips as you watch her tap her finger to the beat of the song playing.

“It’s nothing important.” She dismisses your question with a shake of her head, “Well it is but you don’t need to worry about it.” Her finger tapping comes to a stop as she picks up the pencil and continues to draw.

You sigh and stand up, freezing as you feel a hand cover yours. You look down at Powder who has a confused look on her face, her eyebrows downturned and her head slightly tilted.

“I’m going to find Claggor. Someone who i know will play in the snow with me.” You explain squeezing her hand softly and walking away to find Claggor, so you can throw some snowballs at him.

Powder watches as you walk away from the table, she runs a hand over her face with a groan before she places the pencil down and grabs her coat. She puts it on with a pair of gloves and exits the last drop.

You feel a cold ball hit the back of your head causing you to turn around and face the person who threw it, your eyes widen slightly as you see Powder crouched down already collecting more snow to throw.

“What happened to freezing off your fingertips!” You question as you hide behind a parked car, collecting snow to throw at her.

“I figured they can wait! My girlfriend’s happiness comes first!” She shouts as she ducks to avoid one of your snowballs and throwing one back at you, laughing as it hits your chest.

“Oh my god.” You chuckle try to run towards her, slipping on the snow and lying on the floor in defeat, your body shaking with laughter.

She gasps and makes her way towards you, carefully walking over to make sure she doesn’t slip, she chuckles as she leans down to pick you up, “Are you okay?”

You laugh and grab her hand, letting her pull you up before you slip again and bring her down with you, both groaning in pain as you hit the ground.

“I am not spending another minute outside.” She states as she stands up carefully from the floor, she watches you stand up. She brushes the snow off her body and turns around to walk back into The Last Drop.

“Oh c’mon, it was just a little slip.” You follow her and grab her arm, turning her around to face you. You reach your hand up to smush some snow you collected into her face, laughing loudly at her.

She lets out a breath of air and wipes her face, she stares at you before she reaches down to grab some snow and shove it into your face. She smiles slightly and places her hands on your hips as she watches you wipe the snow off your face.

She leans over to kiss your cheek and wipe some snow away from your face, she moves a hand to grasp yours and guide you back into the building.

[witherby]

Close Call

Another typical abduction. This one was actually fairly easy-going, so why is Batman acting so strange?

Bruce Wayne x Batman

Content includes: Rescue from a kidnapping, descriptions of the sound of gunfire, light angst

[[ When I first found out that Gothamites probably ship Bruceman (Batman and Bruce Wayne) I was like "ha! That's really cute!"

And then, like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun. So...just take it and don't look at me 🙈 ]]

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Bruce instinctively dropped to the floor when the warehouse lights cut off, ducking his head and making himself as small as possible as the people that'd taken him started to scream. He blindly shuffled forward until he bumped into a wall, then pressed himself against it and stayed still like he was taught.

Gunpowder filled his nose and gunfire made his ears ring. Through the cacophony of noise, Bruce could barely hear each little thunk of a body hitting the ground. Distantly, he wondered if his ear doctor was either tired of seeing him or delighted that he had to pop by so often.

Eventually everything quieted. The tension in his shoulders lessened, then disappeared entirely when a pair of familiar, gloved hands started working at the rope around his wrists. He eased them from behind his back when freed, rubbing the irritated skin, and didn't fuss when those same hands cradled his jaw to examine him.

"They didn't hit my head this time," he said, trying to look in the general direction of his savior. Bruce dutifully tilted his head this way and that to be studied anyway, knowing it always made the other man feel better to see the proof for himself. "Seriously, you'd think these guys have never done a kidnapping before. I think I could identify every single one of 'em in a lineup. No masks, no confusing travel routes, and two of them had to work together to tie my hands because the knots kept coming loose. Almost volunteered to do it myself."

There was no response. Bruce sighed.

"Can you at least turn a light on? I can't see you. Feels like I'm talking to air."

One of the hands on his jaw vanished, and a moment later Bruce saw the lenses on Batman's cowl start to glow.

"Oh," he cooed, "you put little night lights in there? That's really cute — hey!"

Batman wrapped one arm around Bruce's back, the other getting behind his knees, and he stood with the billionaire in a princess carry. Bruce threw his arms around Batman's neck, scowling.

"I told you I hate this position. And I'm not even injured! Let me walk."

"No."

"He finally speaks," Bruce huffed. "B. Batman. Honey. I am one hundred percent okay. Seriously, this kidnapping's gotta be in my top 30. Maybe even 20. One of the goons offered to share his granola bar if I was hungry."

The arms around him tightened and Bruce promptly shut up, resting his chin on an armored shoulder with a groan. When Batman won't give in and banter back, it means patrol was particularly rough that day, so he dutifully kept his mouth closed and relented to being carried like a child all the way to the Batmobile. He crossed the line at being buckled in like one, though, nudging Batman's hands off the strap.

"B," he insisted, "what is with you? I'm okay, really."

"A gunshot went wide."

Bruce frowned, not quite following. He saw Batman's jaw clench, lips twitching as though barely resisting the urge to snarl.

"I tackled one of the henchmen and he fired his gun in a panic. One of his shots went wide," he said. "It hit the wall, Bruce. Three inches from your head."

The billionaire sat and stared at Batman as his words finally sank in, settling into the spaces between his ribs and squeezing the air from his lungs like a freezing vise.

"Oh," he murmured. That was why Batman was so adamant on checking his head. He was looking for shrapnel, either from the bullet or any concrete that exploded from the impact point.

He didn't try to resist again when Batman reached for the seatbelt and buckled him into the car.

[sehodreams]

love your works 🫶 do you think you could pretty please talk more about anton and the piss kink? 🙈

TW and Tags: PISS KINK, all consensual, fingering, p in v, shower sex, messy sex, just a ton of filthy stuff that if you don't enjoy, JUST DON'T READ.

Hahahaha sure babe 😂

I have something about it in my riize kink headcanons, but more here:

Also, please look at those fingers and think about them while reading.

I think it'd be a slow path for him to recognize he has it, it'd start with him making you squirt one night, he'd have probably stimulated you so much you felt something weird coming, and after his long fingers fucked you ruthlessly, you would've had your first squirt in your life. Of course you didn't know you could do that, and he never thought about it before neither, but seeing in person fired something inside him he didn't know he had. Then, he wouldn't be able to stop pulling orgasms and orgasms out of you, it'd be almost a need for him to make you squirt in his bed for him to feel satisfied, or even better, i can see him fucking you with his fingers even in public to get that squirt out of you, in his car, in an alley, even in a party in a place so secluded he'd grab your hand and make you run with him after making a mess down the floor. He'd lick his hand and love how you would end like a newborn deer trying to walk with trembling legs, he holding your shoulder and helping you get out without no one else noticing.

Not much after that the piss kink would come naturally to him, for example, I imagine you two drinking a lot one night, a nice date in an expensive restaurant, you wearing an outfit so pretty you don't want to mess it up, holding in the urges of peeing the whole night. The second you arrived at your apartment, he would take it off to make you feel good, like in every special date. Starting with his usual fingering routine, saying how pretty you looked, he'd slide his fingers in and out, feeling your insides a bit hotter than normal but thinking it was probably because of how much wine you had. However, soon he'd notice something different was about to happen, he just felt it coming, and you didn't expect it, you felt a painful sensation burning you but you thought it'd be just an intense squirt, not noticing the golden drops until they started to slide down his hand. You couldn't stop apologizing with tears falling down your eyes, "I'm so sorry Anton, I'm sorry", and he'd be pretty shocked at first, feeling the hot sensation over his hand, but then he'd kiss your temple and calm you down to not make you feel more embarrassed "it's okay princess, accidents happen".

He'd keep thinking about it though, how different it was, and how good it felt at the same time to see you crumble that way in front of his eyes. There's just something unique about it, the way you break apart and shame creeps your cheeks, he just can't forget how vulnerable you were that day. So, the next time, it wouldn't be an accident at all, he'd keep pushing drinks in you, this time not in a public place to take it slow with you and see what you thought, but seeing how much he needs it, you wouldn't be able to say no when, deliciously riding his cock, he asked you to pee over him.

It'd be weird the first times, like everything new you tried, you would hide your face, maybe you'd cry, but soon it'd feel so good he'd continue asking you for it and you'd always accept, until it became a normal part of your relationship.

Also, later it wouldn't be just you, it'd start with something small too, like asking you to watch him pee, to then pee on your feet before softly washing each other's bodies after an intense night, or maybe directly asking you to have shower sex so he could pee over your leg before/after fucking you against the cold wall.

[watchyoubloom]

late night talking | drw x f!reader

danny x f!reader | fluff, some suggestive dialogue | no warnings (minors dni tho please n thx)

summary: some post-show aftercare for danny after playing a few shows in a row starts to catch up to him.

hi! happy wagner wednesday! this is just a whole lot of fluff pretty much. (this is my first fic in this fandom! let me know what you think 🙈 my asks are open for ideas/prompts/requests!)

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It’s late when he gets back, but that’s normal. You’d come home after the show ended, knowing the band had a couple of post-show interviews scheduled and not wanting to be too in the way. Danny had insisted you wouldn’t be, and you knew he meant it— knew all the guys did, when they asked if you were sure you had to leave. But they’d just finished the last show of a three show stint back home, and you knew they’d be tied up with interviews and photo ops for awhile. And besides— you had something you wanted to do.

“It’s fine,” you’d said, pushing up on your toes to press a kiss to the bottom of Danny’s chin. He’d ducked his head and caught your lips immediately after in a quick peck, and you’d smiled against his mouth, pressing one more kiss to his lips before backing away, not wanting to get too into it. “I’ll see you at home.”

“‘Course, baby,” Danny had murmured, reaching out to pull you back in for a quick hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple and swatted at your backside, unable to help himself. “See you soon.”

You’d winked at him and said goodbye to everyone else, heading out with one of the security guys to where you’d been told to park your car earlier that afternoon.

Now, you listen as you hear the telltale signs of Danny getting home. You hear him toe his shoes off at the door, hear the thud of his bag on the floor beside them, and then, right on cue—“Baby?”

“In here,” you call softly. You’re sitting in the living room, on the couch, the only light a lamp in the corner and some candles on the coffee table.

“You shower yet?” Danny asks as he pads down the hallway. “Wanna join—“ You watch as he rounds the corner into the living room. He sees your setup, and you take in his face as he realizes what you’ve got planned.

“How did you know?” He asks sheepishly, stepping into the room. “I barely flinched.”

“Saw the flinch. And saw you trying to stretch it out after Dreams,” you answer and tilt your head up to accept the kiss he’s leaning in to give you. “And yeah, I showered already. Why don’t you go ahead?”

“God, yes. I’m gross. Was hoping you’d have waited for me, though…” Danny teases, then leans in and kisses you again. “Thanks for coming tonight. And the other nights, too.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it,” you reply, smiling up at him. “Now go. I’ll be waiting.”

It doesn’t take long for Danny to return to you, freshly showered and changed into a pair of comfy shorts. He’s foregone a shirt, and you let yourself take him in, all long and lean and muscly as he ambles over to you.

“See something you like?” Danny asks, cheeky, smiling at you.

“Always,” you answer immediately. You pat the spot beside you on the couch and then turn so you’re leaning against the arm rest, splaying your legs open and resting one against the back of the couch. Danny walks over and sits in between your thighs, his back to your chest, and leans his head back against your shoulder. His hair is still up in a towel, and you know he probably only left it up so he wouldn’t get you soaking wet when he leaned on you.

Once he’s situated, you press a kiss to the top of his cheek, just under the corner of his eye. “Does it hurt now?” You ask, your lips still brushing his skin. You touch your hand lightly to his right shoulder. “Do you need some Advil, maybe?”

“Not right now,” Danny answers honestly. “Want me to scoot?”

“Just a smidge,” you reply, and grab the small vial of essential oil from the coffee table, just in arms reach. “So tall.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny shoots back, but he slides a little further down the couch so you have better access to his shoulders and neck. You’d tried this with him laying down on his stomach, before, but had found that the best relief came from him still sitting up somewhat upright. “So small.”

“Shut up, I’m of perfectly average height,” you fire back back as you pour a few drops of the essential oil into your hands, rubbing your palms together for a second before sliding your arms over Danny’s shoulders and cupping your palms in front of him. “Deep breath,” you command gently.

Danny, knowing the routine, inhales deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the lavender essential oil. You’d picked this one for two reasons: firstly, because it’s relaxing—but mainly because it’s Danny’s favorite. He holds his breath for a count before exhaling, already sinking a little farther back into you as he starts to relax. Once he’s repeated the inhale-exhale cycle a few times, you bring your hands to his shoulders and start to work your fingers into the tight muscles.

“Oof,” Danny grimaces a little when your thumb finds the spot you know is bothering him.

“Sorry,” you reply, instantly lightening your touch further.

“No, s’good,” Danny assures you. “Hurts. But it’s helping.”

It doesn’t happen often, but every once in awhile, Danny plays hard enough during a show that he reaggravates an old golf injury. It rarely bothers him, but you’re used to his tells- you even remember the original injury, though the two of you were just friends then— and had seen him wince a little tonight somewhere during the extensive drum and guitar solo in The Weight of Dreams. Their stint back home had been exciting for all the guys, and the energy at each show had been truly electric, but tonight had been absolutely unreal. Plus, with it being the last of three shows, it wasn’t that surprising that Danny re-pulled the muscle.

You work his shoulders and neck, your thumb applying pressure where you know he holds tension, working at a knot just in between his shoulder blades.

“Holy shit,” Danny mutters as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “How are you so good at that?”

“Gee, I wonder,” you reply, bringing your palms back up from his elbows to his biceps, then up to his shoulders again. “Could it be that I’ve been giving you massages for literal years?”

“No, that can’t be it,” Danny replies, and you know without seeing his face that there’s a hint of a smile teasing at his lips. “Gotta be magic, or something.”

“Oh, that too,” you agree, going along with it. “Sammy and I were practicing our spells the other night when you went to get the food.”

“So thaaaat’s why he looks taller,” Danny jokes. “He tried to tell me he was working on his posture.”

You huff out a laugh as you finish up your massage. “All done,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. You tug at the edge of the towel. “Want me to braid your hair?”

“Can’t move,” comes Danny’s reply, although he immediately contradicts himself and moves, flipping himself over so he’s facing you, still laying between your legs. He lays his head against your sternum, basically burying his face in between your breasts, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thought you couldn’t move, hm?” You ask, the fingertips of one hand still dancing across his back, his shoulders.

“Couldnt,” Danny answers, voice slightly muffled. “But then I realized I’d be so much more comfy like this.”

You’re still leaning against the arm rest, so you wiggle your way down the couch a little. Danny moves with you, not giving up his current position, until you’re situated with your head against the arm rest and him laying comfortably atop you.

“Need to do your hair,” you murmur, lips pressed to Danny’s forehead. “Wanna pull it up?”

“I’ll fix it in the morning,” comes Danny’s reply, voice already heavy with sleep.

“Baby,” you sing-song, dancing your fingers along his spine. “Can’t fall asleep here, it’ll fuck up all my hard work on your back.”

“Just a nap,” Danny insists, somehow managing to burrow even further into the softness of your breasts. He’s wedged an arm under you, grasping you around the waist like a pillow, and his other hand cups your breast. “So comfy here. Favorite place.”

“You’re an idiot,” you laugh, gasping when he brushes a thumb across your nipple. “Daniel.”

“Baby.”

“Thought you were sleepy?” Your breath catches as he does it again, accompanying the movement over your nipple with a kiss to the soft skin of your breast, exposed from where the neckline of your tank top has been dragged down.

“Am sleepy,” Danny answers. “Also want you. Wanted you so bad after the show, then your magic hands—“

He trails off, and you smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “My magic hands?”

You’ve been running your fingertips up and down his spine as you lay there, feeling as his breathing slows and becomes deeper, more rhythmic. It takes him awhile to answer you, this time, getting closer and closer to succumbing to rest.

“Magic hands went and put me to sleep.”

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Top 5 Scenes to GIF

Thank you for this ask and I am sorry it took me so long to answer, but life 😅 and I want to take my time and think about the answer. This year had so many beautiful moments in our beloved shows and there were a bunch I loved to gif and the decision was really difficult 🙈

The first one I chose because I loved the whole scene, but especially this exact moment:

Love Tractor

The way YeChan looked at Seon Yul after the kiss is so beautiful. I could look at this gif for hours to take in every little detail and never get tired of it. This kiss was one big surprise for me, it was a solid and good kiss, but this little moment... I needed to capture it!

Next we have another little moment I needed to get as a gif:

I Feel You Linger In The Air

And again, I loved this whole scene and it left me speechless and as a muddly pudding on the floor. But this exact moment was the cherry on top for me! Yai just used every little opportunity to kiss, touch and feel Jom. This little kiss felt so real, so intimate, so perfect.

In third we have a scene that was just breathtaking:

The Sign

I didn't expect such a scene! I saw the trailer, but still this scene came as a big surprise. I was watching with my jaw dropped to the floor and I loved to gif it. This whole scene was so good. This series is so good and visual stunning! And I can't wait to see more of it!

In number four I honor the best use of lightning:

Kiseki: Dear To Me

This scene in the car was perfection. The talk about who is allowed to die first and how long one can survive without the other... it was so weirdly romantic and the lightning was so good in this scene! I had so much fun to gif this whole scene. And AiDi's hair looked so freaking good in this lighting! The way his hand is wandering to hold ChenYi, it looks so soft and tender. Such a beautiful moment!

Last but not least, the scene I was just screaming "FINALLY" at my screen:

Wedding Plan

I did love to gif this show. Sailom and Namnuea have a special place in my heart and every little interaction gave me so many butterflies and heartbreaks. When they finally talked and could just want each other without regret and Namnuea understood how much Sailom indeed liked/loved him was so good and this scene was everything for me. And it still is.

Ask me Top 5 BL Anything from 2023

[pollymorgan]

Oh my God, how embarrassing... I did it and translated my German fanfiction into English... into bad English! Don't be too harsh on me, but rather make suggestions for improvement: So now a little phone sex with Coach Negan. 🙈😌

Warnings: arrogant Negan, frustrated woman, explicit phone sex

Today is one of those days again, where nothing seems to work as it should. Just like so often lately. Why couldn't I transfer those damn photos to the laptop? I've never been very tech-savvy, but the modern world practically forced me to. I'm actually a cookbook author and used to be quite successful with it. Some of my books were bestsellers and I even had my own cooking segment on a nationally broadcasted morning show. But then I was suddenly replaced by a younger, "cooler" colleague and ever since then, I've been struggling to keep afloat with social media, more or less. If only the technology would cooperate..

Even in my personal life, I have been replaced. Four months ago, my husband left us. By us, I mean my three children and me. After 19 years of marriage. But love goes where it goes, right? Nothing can be done against that. At least, those were his words when he got into his Porsche with a blonde woman who could be his daughter and disappeared.

Since then, he has managed to do something with his children exactly twice. But in exchange, he has already disappointed them seven times by canceling the meetings at short notice. Yes, I'm keeping count. At least for now.

My oldest daughter Penny is 15 years old and fully immersed in puberty, and it seems that this situation is hardest on her. She and her father were always a unit, his little princess. But there's no trace of that at the moment. Most of the time, he doesn't even bother to answer his damn phone when she tries to reach him.

I see her suffering. She's lost interest in school, and her circle of friends is dwindling visibly. I would love to help her, but how? At the moment, I just can't seem to reach her. Our communication mostly consists of doors slamming.

But back to my current problem. These damn pictures! The article is supposed to go online today. I cooked an Indian dish and had to drive halfway across town to get these damn spices. Thursdays always bring an international post, and now, of all times, nothing is working again. My laptop doesn't recognize the memory card, and the camera won't connect either. I keep plugging and unplugging the cable, hoping the error will magically resolve. Which of course it doesn't. Suddenly, I glance at the small display in the lower right-hand corner. Damn it! So late. I won't be picking up the kids on time again, the second time this cursed week. Annoyed, I close the screen. Grabbing my purse, I walk quickly to the garage. Where's the damn car key? Nervously, I rummage through my chaotic bag, spilling half of its contents on the floor. Finally finding it, I get into the car and speed out of the driveway.

The first stop is the kindergarten to pick up my youngest. She's a real bundle of nerves, but so sweet that you can forgive her anything. Of course, she throws a tantrum right at pickup. It's a real struggle to get her into the car. Like a madwoman, I drive on to the elementary school to pick up my 9-year-old son. He is the calm one in our family and thankfully waits with his best friend relaxed in front of the school. At least one who's not mad at me. Lucky me. And off we go, heading to my daughter's high school. From a distance, I can see her and immediately know that - once again - something is wrong. She stands all alone and pretty annoyed on the street, looking out for me. When I park the car right in front of her feet, she angrily drops onto the passenger seat.

"Penny, I can explain, you know what a loser I am when it comes to technology..." I try to justify myself.

My eldest rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Mum, this time, for once, it's not your fault..." I see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and automatically, I feel a lump in my throat.

"Mister Smith... he..."

She doesn't need to continue speaking; just hearing that name fills me with such anger again. Right from the start, there have been issues with her physical education teacher, Negan Smith.

I've only seen him twice so far, at parent-teacher conferences, but Penny's stories are enough for me to know that he's an absolute failure as a teacher. He has his favorites whom he praises to the skies, while the less athletic students suffer under his authoritarian ways. My daughter already feels uncomfortable in her own skin, and that jerk doesn't even realize the impact his remarks have on the young girls.

A few years ago, his wife passed away from cancer. A terrible tragedy, but apparently that did not make him more empathetic; quite the opposite.

I'm currently looking in the rearview mirror to avoid hitting anyone in the chaos outside the school. That's all I need on this crappy day. Then I catch sight of none other than Penny's physical education teacher.

"Isn't that him?" I ask excitedly.

My daughter buries her face even further into the backpack in her lap. "Yes, Mom, it's okay, please just drive..."

The anger that had been building up recently had just found a good release.

With the words "Nothing is good...", I yank open my driver's door and head purposefully towards my daughter's physical education teacher, who is just stowing his bag in his car.

"Who do you think you are?" I stand behind him with arms crossed, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

Confused, he turns around to face me and suddenly a big grin spreads across his face. "Negan Smith, nice to meet you, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

What a cocky jerk!

"The mother of a rather offended young girl, because of you..."

Can't he just drop his arrogant smile for once? Quite unimpressed, he closes the door of his car.

"Penny has so much potential and she's wasting it on the damn bench..."

Such an idiot, he clearly knows who I am.

"Maybe you should listen to the young students as well, instead of just spouting off random remarks at them?"

Amused, he shakes his head. "I did... her excuse for skipping today's P.E. class was menstrual cramps..."

"And in your opinion that's not a valid reason or what? How dare you even pass judgment on that? Your students' bodies are going through changes and such discomforts should be taken seriously..." I respond a bit too loudly, causing some students to turn towards us.

Resigned, he raises his hands. "Of course, but not every damn other week. Maybe you should give your daughter some biology lessons again and explain to her that her P.E. teacher isn't completely from another planet."

Oh God, what does this man think he is..

"And you should work on your teaching skills... Otherwise, maybe I should consider contacting the school board!"

„Oh wow, you're actually a bigger drama queen than your dear daughter!".

Did he really just say that? Did he just seriously insult me? My daughter's teacher. I look at him in disbelief, but he just grins.

"And now she's quiet... I really have to go now, but I'm pretty sure we'll meet again soon." With these words, he jumps into his car and drives off.

Completely perplexed, I walk back to my car and am greeted by my daughter with the words "That was soooo embarrassing.."

7 hours later

Finally peace! Why does it always have to be such a struggle to get the kids to bed? Isn't it unfair that you are a thousand times more tired than the dear little ones? What a crappy day! I'm glad to be freshly showered in my bed and finally have some time off. Just me and my phone, no one else. No more whining, arguing, and crying. As much as I sometimes curse technology, I also love being able to connect with people over the internet. It's fun to respond to comments, the direct exchange with like-minded people is the only positive thing about social media. As I scroll through Instagram, I suddenly see comments coming in at a rapid pace. Confused, I open them. From "Do you always look so good when you cook?" to "Can you cook that for me sometime?" to heart emojis, and they all come from the same account. As I read the name, a shock runs through me. Can this be for real? "Coach Negan" is he not only a tactless asshole, but also a real psychopath? Excited, I click on his account, but apart from a profile picture where he is clearly recognizable, there is no further information.

I quickly open the messaging function and type "What is this???" into my phone. It only takes a few seconds and I receive a response.

"I am a fan 😉"

For a while, I stare at the screen, unable to believe what is happening here.

Suddenly, he sends me a picture. I open it and see a photo of me from my highlights, showing me from my post "Valentine's Day." I had cooked a three-course meal and written a pretty cheesy text back then. It's one of my most liked posts.

"Red lipstick suits you. Matches your fiery nature.." he writes.

What does he want to achieve? Did the confrontation before school hurt him so much that he is trying to provoke me? But to be honest, it seems like he's the one giving me a warning. Well, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the best defense is a good offense.

"Oh, do you think so? Most men say I look better without wearing anything...I mean, without lipstick, of course.. 😉".

"Are you already in bed?" he asks next. What a bizarre situation? Why does my daughter's teacher want to know where I am? The same teacher who called me a ‚drama queen‘ just a few hours ago.

I keep trying to type a suitable response on my phone and then delete it again. Finally, I write briefly, "Yes, and you?"

"Yes, and I'm studying your profile. Do you realize how crazy you can drive a man with these pictures? Why am I even asking, of course you do. 😉"

The feeling of small electric shocks runs through my body. The whole thing feels strangely forbidden. Maybe what I'm doing here is damn wrong, but right now, the consequences seem pretty irrelevant to me.

"How mean, you can look at my pictures, but you don't have any online yourself."

"That's true, but how about you hear my voice instead?" Attached to this message was his phone number. Okay, this is all moving pretty quickly, in a pretty strange direction. I'm so excited that I can feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. But what do I have to lose? I haven't felt like this in the last 20 years. Okay, it's a damn bizarre situation, but I'm an adult and single. So I can finally talk to whoever I want. Even with the biggest jerk I've come across lately.

Feeling totally tense, I dial the number and as it rings, it gets even worse. I take a few deep breaths, and suddenly the deep voice on the other end answers with a "What took you so long to decide?" and I can practically feel his grin.

"Well, I had to think for a moment about what would be so sensible about calling my daughter's narcissistic gym teacher in the middle of the night," I say calmly.

"And what would be sensible about that?" he asks with interest.

"I haven't really found a solid reason yet, but maybe you can tell me?"

He thinks for a moment, and I imagine him lying in his bed. A slight tingling sensation spreads in my stomach, which is intensified by his response.

"Well, I can make sure you feel a little better... forget all the everyday crap that's weighing on your pretty shoulders right now."

I briefly close my eyes to focus more on his voice, which really manages to relax me a bit with just that simple sentence.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I ask softly.

"When was the last time you were really well fucked?" As soon as he says it, my lower abdomen tightens, and I automatically press my legs together.

After I take a moment to collect myself, I honestly respond, "That was much too long ago..."

"Oh, poor girl," Negan provocatively replies, but instead of getting upset about it, it triggers completely different feelings in me. "Tell me about what you imagine when you stroke your lonely pussy at night."

I have to swallow briefly to get rid of the extremely dry feeling in my throat.

"I can tell you what I think about when I do it in a moment..." I say softly but firmly.

And his tone changes too. His breathing becomes heavier. "Then tell me, come on," he commands.

"I imagine it's your fingers running over my body and finally sliding my panties to the side and penetrating deep into me..." My cheeks feel like they're glowing. I've never talked like this with anyone before, and now I just did it with a man who is actually a stranger to me.

"Come on, sweetheart... touch yourself for me and tell me if you're wet," he interrupts.

Without thinking, I click on the speaker icon on my display and place the phone next to me on the pillow, then I slide my right hand under my nightgown into my panties and I'm surprised at how aroused I already am, how swollen my clit is, and how sensitive my whole intimate area has become. I sigh softly.

"Fuck, the sweet little sounds you're making... they make my damn cock twitch in my hand with joy..."

Just the thought that he's so aroused by me on the other end sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"I'm already so wet because of you, Negan..." I admit breathlessly.

"You dirty, pretty lady, if I were with you right now, I would slowly penetrate deep into you... you need that now, don't you?"

"Yes!" I can only whisper.

"Okay, now do everything exactly as I tell you, understood?" he demands.

"Yes, please tell me what to do.." I focus solely on his voice, completely tuning out everything else.

"Take off your panties. Use your index and middle fingers to gently stroke over your mons pubis and then slowly over your outer labia, but not more, just right there.."

Immediately, I follow his instructions. The air feels cool on my bare lower abdomen. I feel strangely exposed, even though I am alone in my bedroom, but it's not uncomfortable, quite the opposite. I begin to caress myself gently.

"How does that feel?" his voice breaks the silence again.

"Good, but I want more.." I plead.

"I already knew that.. Bend your legs and spread them wide.. as far as you can.." He gives me a brief moment to comply with his instructions. "Now push your pelvis even further forward.. Imagine I'm between your legs and you want to present me with your beautiful pussy, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes.." I say and nod vigorously, even though no one can see me.

"Such a good girl.. and now run your index finger through your slit, spread your juices.."

I can't and don't want to hold back my moans now. There is silence for a while at the other end, then I speak heavily.

"Are you also pleasuring your cock for me?" I ask as I continue to touch myself.

"Oh, sweetheart, so your thoughts are currently only about that.." he says snappily. "Yes, I am, and if you keep moaning so sweetly into the phone, it won't be long, so it's time for you to start massaging your clit, but don't be too timid, circle it with two fingers and use some pressure, even if you're very sensitive now, you can take it.."

Oh God, that was exactly what I needed right now. My body felt like in ecstasy and I could feel the orgasm slowly building up.

"Don't come yet," he commanded, and on cue, I immediately removed my fingers from my most sensitive spot.

"Now, bring your knees close to your body!“

"Yes," I replied, completely exhausted. "You're doing it perfectly, how much I would love to see you in this position right now, just the damn thought!" I could clearly hear him softly moaning. This sound made my body twitch with excitement.

"Penetrate yourself with two fingers... nice and slow. Focus entirely on the feeling of stretching your pussy wide... Tell me when you're all the way in!"

"Now," I whispered, already quite spent.

"Then add your ring finger, once you've done that, you can come intensely as a reward, I promise."

Slowly, I press the third finger into me, which initially causes a bittersweet pull, but I'm so wet that it's not a problem.

Without me telling him, Negan knows that I fulfilled his request.

"So perfect, sweetheart! And now, pleasure your clit! Bring yourself to climax and don't hold back any sound, I want to hear every sweet noise from you."

With the first gentle touch, my body twitches like crazy.

"Negan, please come with me," I stammer into the phone.

"Yes, I promise, beautiful," he replies breathlessly.

And these words are enough for me to come as intensely as I haven't in the past years. My thighs tremble uncontrollably and my heart almost jumps out of my chest. My lower abdomen contracts in waves and I can barely breathe. It feels like I am weightless for a few seconds.

"Do you feel good?" he asks after a short pause.

"Perfect.." I reply and can't gather my thoughts yet.

"Okay, then I expect you tomorrow at 3:30 p.m. for a parent-teacher meeting at the school, and, by the way, without panties.. Good night!" After these words, I only hear a beep on the line.

[riveramorylunar]

Darktober request 🙈 (you don’t have to write it if you don’t want too) this actually comes from something you mentioned 😌

Police Officer! Yelena x Reader.

Yelena coming home from a shift to find that her home has been broken into. She calls out her wife’s name twice but gets no response, she finds reader in a pool of blood on the bedroom floor, beaten and stabbed.

Readers pulse is faint but it’s there, Yelena calls for back up immediately as she’s trying her best not to move reader (incase of spinal injury), she’s telling reader to hold on.

Yelena does everything to find out who put her wife in hospital fighting for their life, she finds them, tracks them down and brutal kills them. Kate, Yelena’s partner covers for her and tells the captain that the suspect came at the officers and Yelena acted in self defence.

Whether reader lives or dies is up to you 🥰🩵

Thank you 🤭

Pairings: Police Officer Yelena Belova x Wife Reader

Warnings: Stabbing, Shooting, Murder, Drugging, Blood, Breaking In, Bruises, Needles, Corruption & Kidnapping

Pet Names/Nicknames: Detka, Darling & Lena

Word Count: 3,125

They say sometimes things happen for a reason. No one knew why this one thing happened except for 3 people. It happened three months ago.

Yelena had just arrived back at the police station after catching a suspect with her partner Kate. Kate was dragging the suspect in as Yelena followed behind the two. The two had caught the man selling drugs to a bunch of young kids in an alleyway. The man had been drunk out of his mind and kept asking the kids if they wanted drugs to make them feel better and the kids kept refusing. Kate was the one who tackled him to the ground as Yelena made sure the kids had gotten back to their parents. "I can't believe I caught my first drug dealer this is so exciting" Kate said causing Yelena to snap out of her thoughts. "I wouldn't call it exciting per-say but say whatever you want" Yelena said as she shoved her hands into her black police uniform pants. She couldn't wait until she got off duty to go home and see her wife Y/N.

Kate put the man in one of the interrogation rooms before shutting the door. She looked up at see Yelena deep in thought again making her smile. "Yelena" Kate said snapping her fingers in front of Yelenas face causing Yelena to snap out of it again. "What did you say something" Yelena said and Kate smirked. "Thinking of your wife" Kate teased and Yelena rolled her eyes. "Let just go file this report it's already getting late" Yelena said before she walked off. Kate quickly followed behind Yelena. The two made their way to the chiefs office before knocking. "Come in" the chief said and Kate opened the door. "Oh Yelena Kate did you guys just come back" Chief Fury said and Kate nodded her head as Yelena stayed quiet. Something was definitely off with her this whole time. Kate walked over and handed the report over before looking over to see Yelena zoned out again causing Chief Fury to look over as well. "Yelena are you alright" Chief Fury says and Yelena snaps out of it. "Um sorry Nick but I'm just worried about something, Y/N hasn't sent or called me yet and she usually does around this time" Yelena said and Kate frowned as Fury leaned back against his chair. "Go home" Fury said and Yelena looked over at Fury before frowning. "A-ate you sure" Yelena said and Fury stood up before walking over. "Yes now go make sure your wife is okay" Fury said and Yelena nodded before rushing out of the office.

Yelena rushed out of the police station before heading to her Black Chrysler 300c. She unlocked the car and opened the door before getting in and slamming the door shut. She turned her car on before driving out of the police station parking lot and speeding down the road moving through cars. She drove through a couple of red lights as well but she didn't care she wanted to make sure her wife was safe. She parked in her driveway and turned the car off before getting out and slamming the door shut. As she looked up she saw that there were no lights on making her confused. She pulled her gun out and made her way to the front door before grabbing her keys. She just shook her head before twisting the knob realizing it was already unlocked making her heart pick up. She opened the door and walked in and started looking around the house. She walked up the stairs rapidly before going straight to the bedroom. She slammed the door open and raised her gun but immediately drops it when she sees her wife Y/N laying on the grey carpet in a pool of her own blood. Yelena rushed over and kneeled down before looking over Y/N to see that she was stabbed multiple times maybe 5 but Yelena wasn't sure. She also saw blood on Y/N's face from being beaten up. She grabs Y/N's arm and puts her fingers up to Y/N's wrist to feel a faint pulse. She feels Y/N move slightly and looks up to see Y/N trying to open her eyes. "Detka don't move your hurt" Yelena days before she calls backup. Yelena looked down and stroked her hand through Y/N's hair that had blood in it. "We'll get you to the hospital and I'll find out whoever did this to you and kill them for hurting you" Yelena muttered out and she grabbed Y/N's hand squeezing it slightly as she waits for the ambulance and other police officers arrive.

Y/N was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher as Natasha rushed over to her sister. "Yelena what the hell happened" Natasha asked as the two rushed into the hospital behind Y/N's stretcher and the other doctors. "I- I don't know I came home and found her laying on the floor in a pool of her blood. I knew something was off when she didn't call or message like usual but I didn't expect it to be this" Yelena said as her hands began to shake. Natasha stopped Yelena in the lobby and grabbed her hands squeezing tightly. "Hey look at me" Natasha said and Yelena looked up at Natasha who was slightly taller than her. "We'll do everything we can to help her and keep her alive" Natasha said and Yelena tries not to break down right there in the main lobby. "Come on I'll take you to an empty hospital room and you can wait in there okay" Natasha said but Yelena shook her head no. "I- I have to find out who did this to her " Yelena said and before Natasha could say anything else Yelena was already out of the hospital causing Natasha to sigh. "Dr. Romanoff we're gonna need your hands for this the wounds are pretty deep and there might be knife shards in them" a nurse said walking up to Natasha who looked at the sliding glass doors before turning around. "Alright let's go" Natasha said as the two rush down the halls.

Yelena had taken one of the police cars and drove out of the hospital parking lot before making her way back to the house to see if there was an evidence that was still there. She pulled up to the driveway and got out of the police car before walking over and ducking under the caution tape that was circling the whole house. She made her way up through the grass and up the porch before taking out her keys and unlocking the door. She walked in before shutting it behind her. She started looking around the whole house until making her way to the bedroom. She ripped the caution tape off that was in front of the door before opening it and walking into the bedroom. She looked around before dropping onto the ground when she sees something shine from under the bed. She grabs something to keep her fingerprints off of it before pulling it out to realize it was a gold tungsten ring that was probably more than her house since there were a couple diamonds on it. She got up before looking at it more closely to see a diamond was missing. She checked the rest of the bedroom before stopping as she looked at the blood stained grey carpet. She walked out of the room quickly before making her way out of the bedroom and then the house. Yelena made it to the police car before getting in and putting the ring in a plastic bag.

She drove back to the police station and made her way in to see no lights were on meaning everyone went home but still had their walkie talkies on. Yelena made her way through the police station before stopping at a door. She unlocked it and walked in before shutting the door behind her. She turned the lights up slightly before making her way over to a table with different equipment. She put gloves on before opening the plastic bag and took the ring out.

After getting the finger prints from the ring she took the gloves off and stood up. She dropped the gloves in the trash before going over to the computer that was in the lab and looked at the fingerprints before looking at who they belonged to. Her breath stopped for a couple seconds as she looked at who it was. The Fingerprints belonged to none other than Baron Zemo. He was one of the worst criminals in the state and the police have been trying to track him down for years. Yelena shook her thoughts away before she started looking into the satellites to try and track him down. After a couple minutes she found him in a bar just outside of New York. She grabbed the ring not even caring if there were fingerprints on it now because she was going to end this before anyone else gets hurt like her wife did. She made her way out of the police station quickly before getting into the police car and heading back home to change into regular clothes. She had put on her leather jacket and her combat boots along with a forest green shirt and ripped black jeans. She had put her hair in a four-part round and fishtail braid. She tucked her gun in the back of her pants before tucking a small knife into her right combat boots. She made her way out of the house and then to her dark grey Chrysler 300. She got in before backing out of the driveway as she gripped the tungsten ring in her right hand as she had her left hand on the steering wheel gripping it as her knuckles turned white.

She made her way to the bar before getting out of her car and slamming the door shut before making her way into the bar. She looked around before walking up to the bar. "Hey excuse me but where is this man at" Yelenas said and the bartender turned around. "Uh he's in one of the private rooms downstairs" the bartender said and Yelena thanked him before walking towards the back and then down some stairs. "Hey hey wait you can't go down there" the bartender said but yelenas stopped and took out her badge and the bartender apologized before going back to the bar. Yelena made her way through the hall downstairs before stopping at the only one that was locked. She broke the handle off of it before slamming the door open causing the women that were in their to scream and stop what they were doing. Her eyes immediately land on Zemo and she pulled her gun out point it at him. "Get out" Yelenas said and the girls ran out as Zemo rolled his eyes before leaning back against his chair. "Get up" Yelena seethed out and Zemo raised an eyebrow. "If you want your stupid ring back I suggest you stand up" Yelenas said causing Zemo's eyes to widen in shock before they narrowed as he looked down at his left hand to see his ring is missing. He looked up to see Yelena holding his ring in between her pointer finger and thumb. "Where the hell did you get that" Zemo said as he reached for his gun that was on the table but Yelena glared at him as she shot the spot next to the gun causing Zemo to yank his hand back. "Don't even think about it" Yelena spat out before she walked up to him and knocked him out.

Zemo woke up in a warehouse and looked around. He tried to get up but something stopped him causing him to look down to see rope wrapped around his torso and upper arms as his hands were tied behind a chair and his ankles tied to the front legs of the wooden chair. He tried to get out again as he shouted out causing it to echo through the large warehouse. "Enough yelling it's echoes in here" Yelenas spoke out before stepping into the light. Zemo glared up at her as he clenched his jaw.

"Aren't police Officer supposed to save people from kidnappers instead of kidnapping" Zemo said and Yelenas chuckled as she took her knife out. "Well if you took something dear to them they'd do anything to get revenge" Yelenas said as she stopped in front of Zemo before grabbing his jaw. Yelena placed the knife against the side of Zemo's mouth before she stopped for a moment. She pulled away quickly as she clenched her jaw. Before Yelena could speak her phone started ringing making her shove Zemo's face to the side before pulling away. She took her phone out and answered it. "What do you want Kate I'm in the middle of something" Yelenas said as she continued to stare at Zemo before pocketing her knife. "I'm busy right now Kate" Yelenas says before she hung up and pocketed her phone before her gaze looked back at Zemo. "Now where were we" Yelena said as she stalked towards Zemo again and pulling out her gun before lifting his chin up with the barrel of the gun. "You hurt my wife and you're gonna pay for it" Yelena seethed out as her eyes narrowed. "You're wife" Zemo said and Yelena clenched her jaw. "The one that you stabbed over 5 times and beaten up" Yelena says as she remembers finding Y/N in their bedroom on the floor bleeding out. "Oh her yeah she did put up a good fight. How is she" Zemo asks and Yelena punches him in the face causing him to gasp out before his nose started bleeding immediately.  Yelena steps back and takes her gun out before pointing it at him. "You hurt my wife so I'm getting revenge I don't care if people find out, I'll do anything to protect what I love most" Yelenas says before her finger pulls the trigger causing the gun shots to echo through the warehouse as it lodges through Zemo's head, chest and stomach.

As Yelenas looked at Zemo there was a loud gasp behind her causing her to turn around to see Kate standing there. "Kate what are you doing here" Yelena shouted and Kate looked at Zemo who was dead now with a bullet hole in his head. "Yelena" Kate said as she slowly made her way towards Yelena who just stood there looking at Kate. Kate put her hand on Yelenas shoulder as she took the gun from Yelenas hand. Yelena snaps out of it and she opens her mouth to speak but Kate shakes her head no. "If I cover for you you have to promise me you'll do something for me in return" Kate says and Yelena's eyes widened in shock. "Wait you're not gonna turn me in" Yelenas says and Kate shakes her head no. "I would have done the exact same thing if I was in this position Yelena" Kate said and Yelena sighed before nodding her head.

Four other police officers had arrived at the scene a couple minutes later after Kate and Yelena. An ambulance had also arrived and bagged the body before carrying  it out of the warehouse as Yelena was sitting down on the wooden chair breathing heavily. The chief walked over and put his hand on Yelena's shoulder. "Tell me what happened" Chief Fury said and Yelenas was about to speak but Kate spoke up first. "When I arrived I heard three gun shots going off and I thought that man shot Yelena but Yelenas was the one who shot him in self defense after being punched and kicked in the chest and stomach repeatedly after being kidnapped" Kate says and Yelena looks up at Kate with a thankful smile. "Oh well if it was in self defense then I will not put charges against you or arrest you for protecting yourself officer" Chief Fury said as he patted Yelena's shoulder before walking out of the warehouse with the other officers leaving Kate and Yelenas behind. "Thank you Kate you didn't have to get caught up in this" Yelena said as she stood up and Kate rolled her eyes. "Go see your wife now" Kate said and Yelena was opened her mouth but Kate cut her off. "This is what I want for you to do in return now go" Kate said and Yelena hugged Kate before rushing off and getting in her Chrysler 300.

She arrived at the hospital and Natasha was already waiting for herin the lobby. "How is she" Yelena asked and Natasha smiles. "She's doing just as fine as she was a couple minutes ago when you called me telling me you were on your way here" Natasha said and Yelenas smiled back. "Come on she's sleeping right now but you can wait in the hospital room she's in until she wakes up" Natasha says and Yelena follows her older sister to the elevator.

Natasha opens a door to a hospital room and Yelena steps in and sees Y/N hooked up to some wires and a tube to help her breathe. She had a needle in one arm to help her get the nutrients she needed while she was sleeping and another needle in the other arm that had blood going through it to Y/N because she lost a lot of blood when she got stabbed. "When will she wake up" Yelena asks and Natasha shuts the door. "We don't know yet since she's in a deep sleep and she's lost a lot of blood so we can't tell yet" Natasha says as she watches her younger sister walk over and grab Y/N's hand. Yelena brings Y/N hand up to her lips before kissing it and squeezing it slightly. She sat down in the chair next to the bed and rested her head on the bed next to Y/N's arm. Natasha watched as Yelena fell asleep while holding Y/N's hand before smiling softly. She knew her sister would go beyond her capability to protect the ones she loved. Natasha lied about not knowing when Y/N would wake up. She knew Y/N would most likely wake up in the morning because she makes it her job to make sure people stay alive and she hasn't failed yet. "Good night Lena" Natasha said before walking out of the hospital room and closing the door behind her.

Taglist: @yelenasdiary @red1culous @i-lov3-w0men @marvelfan98 @whoreforblackhill @emmytaysversion @livin4theeradictor @music-4ever

[bitterleafs]

Game: 10 first lines challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Tagged by both @solomonara and @stevieraebarnes 🥰💕

Complicated Creation: Your name is Castiel and you are an angel of the Lord.

Do You Have a Name?: The list of ways Jason’s been woken up at four in the morning includes the following:

Make 'em Turn Their Heads Every Place We Go: Warm wind whips around Dick pleasantly through the rolled-down windows of the car as they drive towards the resort, radio songs drifting in and out of focus.

Lack Thereof: When he’s fifteen, Bruce finds him sitting on the bathroom floor contemplating the batarang he snuck out of the cave weeks beforehand.

I Lose You in Degrees: They say you should never meet your heroes, a phrase before now Jason had always thought was bullshit.

Without the Weight of You: On a hazy summer night, Dick flies across the skyline, searching the rooftops.

Fear in My Throat, Choke and Revolt: Falling, falling, he was always falling.

Trends: I like to establish who the pov is immediately. Oh god I haven't posted any new fic since 2021 I'm so sorry. 🙈

I tag you, yes, you, dear reader! Go for it!

[w1nters0ldier20]

Ride cowgirl

Cowboy!bucky barnes x female reader

A/N: SECOND FANFIC!(and first smut fanfic🤫)lol the poll was 33.3% for basically all of them- so i guess ill write em all🙈 HAVE A NICE READ

WC: 920. (Idk if this counts but 4,906 characters)

Warning: smut,petnames,age gap(but not mentioned), and sorry if i forgot anything😭

Scared was an understatement. It was your first time going to a club alone, your friends dipped for a double date they were having knowing you were single. You just needed to have some fun this weekend so your about to do so.

You put on your short black dress, black heels and did your makeup. Not too much but not to little, you thought you looked decent and smiled into the mirror as you made your way out to your car.

—🤍—

You made your way inside the club, loud music immediately filled your ears as you tried to get used to it. You sat at the bar and sighed, ordering a beer as you noticed a breathtaking man walking over to you?

“Whats a pretty gal like you doing here all alone?” He smiled softly as he took his toothpick out of his mouth and you replied”nothing much just out lookin for fun” you returned the smile as you grabbed your beer and thanked the bartender. “Fun ay? I think i can help with that,”he offered you his hand”care to dance darling?” He said waiting for a reply

“I would love too” you grabbed his hand as he took you out to the dance floor. “So whats your name sweetheart” he asked you speaking louder than usual because of the loud surroundings. “Y/N, and you?” You asked in a slightly quieter tone. “The names bucky, but you can call me whatever you desire” he winked at you dancing along to the song

“Well Bucky i think i would like to take you up on that offer” you smirked playfully at him, “oh yea?” He said slowly leading you off of the dance floor”tell me where and when, and i’ll make sure of it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you, maintaining eye contact

“How about.. in your car, now?” You say leading him out of the club slowly, not wanting to wait anymore. “Easy girl, so impatient” he tsked at you as you whined. “here we are” he said unlocking the doors.

“Yeee haw is your license plate cowboy?” You said laughing as you took his hat and put it on you as he laughed with you. “You look good in my hat baby” he said opening the backseat door, “ladies first” he said with a pleased look plastered on his face. “Such a gentle man” you fanned your face jokingly as you got into the back seat, immediately putting your lips on his.

As the kiss got more heated, he slowly unhooked your bra from underneath your dress. “May i?” He nodded as you lifted your arms, leaving him access to unzip your dress.”Need you” you said with a quiet whimper. “Haven’t even taken my shirt off yet naughty girl” he said, finally taking off his shirt and you ogled at the sight. “Have i ever told you, you’re to handsome?” He giggled as he kissed your neck

“No, but appreciate it darling” he said giving you darker hickeys, marking you to make sure no one gets whats his. “B-bucky fuck” you stuttered and moaned his name softly. “Jesus sweetheart you’re making me go crazy” he said pulling your panties off, “so wet, all for me right?” he said playfully. “Yes oh fuck.. please just touch me, need you so bad bucky” you said begging.

As he finally put a finger inside you and circled your clit with his other free hand. “So good!” You moaned out as he stuck a second finger in, pumping them in and out at a rough pace. “Bucky!shit!” You moaned his name loudly as he grunted, “you’re so hot when you moan my name darling” he said, “gonna cum for me soon hm?can feel you clenching on my fingers” he said darkly chuckling. “Yes!god- im gonna c-cum!” As he pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, then he added a third, that sending you over the top as you came and loudly moaned.

“Fuck your so beautiful honey” he said kissing your forehead. “Need to feel my dick inside your wet pussy” he said undoing his belt and taking off his boxers. “Not gonna fit” you said looking at it eyes widening slightly. “M’gonna make it fit ok baby?” He said lining it up with your entranced, both moaning as his tip slowly making its way inside you.

“Please” you said whimpering, “please what?” Bucky said teasing you, “please sir!need you insidee” and oh did he obey. He stuck his dick fully inside you, filling you up as he grunted loudly.

He thrusted slowly inside of you as you continued moaning. “Faster!” You moaned out as he went faster, and more rough. “Fuck baby you’re doing so well f’me” he moaned quietly thrusting inside of you hitting your g-spot

“Oh!right there daddy” you moaned loudly on the brink of your orgasm. “Say that again, fuck baby” he grunted. “Daddy!im gonna cum!” You practically screamed as he hit the spot again. “Yea?gonna cum?do it right on daddy’s cock” he said sending you over the edge as you moaned loudly, he continued to thrust through your orgasm. After your orgasm he kept going to find his pleasure. “Darling, im gonna cum fuck-“ he said cumming inside you, groaning loudly.

He kissed your forehead as you both slowly came down from high. “Did so well for me, so proud of you sweetheart” he smiled at you as you smiled back and giggled as you said,

“Can i keep your hat?”

—🤍—

A/N: GOD IM SCARED TO POST THIS, I FEEL LIKE ITS SO BAD- AND I FOUND HOW TO DO A WORDCOUNT!!😍 hoped you enjoyed reading if you didn’t cringe halfway through- LMAO..😭i made this whole thing while listening to kali uchis the whole time💞love her sm!

[giaffa]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @bich-the-moss, thank you! 💖 (and sorry for the late reply, I forgot this in my drafts 🙈)

Do you make your bed?

Yep, every morning.

If you could, would you go back to school?

I'm very fond of my high school memories but I wouldn't go back to waking up at 6:30 am every day. Hell world.

Can you parallel park?

Nope 🙈 I have a driver's license but I haven't driven since 2019.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I did one year of civil service to help the local associations of ex-partisans and ex-deportees digitalise their archives. I had the opportunity to interview a survivor of Auschwitz, and an old partisan who fought in the Italian Resistance during ww2.

Do you think aliens are real?

I think there's a good probability that we're not alone in an infinite universe.

Can you drive a manual car?

Theoretically? My driver's license says I can. In practice? Not driving for 5 years will make you forget everything.

What is your guilty pleasure?

You can do whatever you want forever and there's no guilty pleasures.

Tattoos?

I have a tiny treble clef tattoo on my wrist, I made it with some ink and a needle when I was 14 to match with some friends lol

I'd love to have more tattoos, but I'm always saving money for concert tickets.

Do you like puzzles?

I get easily bored with puzzles and board games, and my competitivity is almost nonexistent, so they're not all that fun to me. I enjoy them just if the shapes/colours feel interesting.

Any phobias?

I have arachnophobia but the problem isn't the spider, it's the web. With spiders in general my fight response kicks in and I usually get rid of them, but if I see a spiderweb (or something similar like processionary caterpillars) my flight response skyrockets off the charts.

Sometimes I also get anxious if I have a lot of physical mass over my head, like in caves or at the ground floor of a very tall building. It's not claustrophobia or speluncaphobia because I'm completely fine with tight or dark places, it's more similar to thalassophobia (which also gets to me sometimes).

Favorite childhood sport?

Fencing! I took a junior fencing class for 2 years when I was in middle school and it was super fun! I would've loved to keep attending but it was too expensive and the instructor was the most annoying person I've ever met.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A witch. I was convinced it was a legit career path, and tbh maybe I was right.

Do you talk to yourself?

Sometimes I do, but I usually prefer to sing or talk to my plants.

What movies do you adore?

Viktor und Viktoria, The Prestige, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Orlando, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

Coffee or tea?

Tea <3

Favorite color?

Red + black + purple combination my beloved ❤️🖤💜

no pressure tags: @curiouscalembour @valleydoll777 @the-paisley @hurdygurdywizard @kissingmonsters @velvetlinedbox @mirillel @sleeeepy-demon

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 10. drunk confessions

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

word count ‼️1,043 / 1k wrds !!

yunjins apartment, 09:47 pm

the rest of the day was boring. from seven am till now, nothing eventful as happened, hyunjin wasnt even home so you decided to visit yunjin. honestly, you forgot about drinking till you saw rikis twt

“oh” how thoughtful it was for him to remind you,

10:06 pm — drinking w yunjin

“yunjiiinnnn, this isnt faiirr!!” you sulk, face is hot and sweaty from the soju. “that shouldve been meeee..”

“ynnn, what if shes his sister or something??” yunjin pats your hair, “its okay baby, we’ll ask him tomorrow”

“but i wanna talk to him now, we havent talked since yesterday” you can’t believe youre acting so soft for a Man..

“no ml, uve already had too much to drink” she snatched your phone out of your hands, and damn you wish you hadnt been so stubborn that night

quickly, you took your phone back from her grasps and opened imessage,,

🔍 search : my loser baby 🙈🙈 🎙️

riki didnt even realize he dropped everything he was doing just to come and take care of you,

“im so doomed..”

1:38 am

ding dong, the doorbell rang and yunjin went running to it

“thank god youre here, just go straight n take a right and she should be over there”

“alright, thank you.” he bowed as a sign of respect, “im riki, btw” reaching his hand out to the brown haired girl in front of him

“yunjin” they shake hands

whys he so sweaty… - yunjin

“ugh hes so pretty its so annoying.” you yelled from the room you were in, not realizing you were shouting “i cant keep pretending like i dont wanna kiss his plump ass lips when i see him..” you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks

“youre so dramatic, yn!” yunjin made sure u heard her, “why are you crying!?”

whos she talking abt ..? — riki

suddenly, you felt a hand lift your chin up, forcing you look up to riki with teary eyes. the sight tugged his heart strings, he cant bear to look at you like this. he took a seat beside u, and with a gentle touch, he reached out and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of romantic tension between you two

“stop crying, u look so ugly”

“…”

“why were u crying anyways”

“cause i fuckign hate you”

“wtf did i do”

“i hate you so much, u do all of this just to get my hopes up” you punch his chest

“what..?” rikis heart skipped a beat

“i dont even know how i liked you in the first place, youre such an ass to me.” what a blatant lie you just told, even he treated you better than most of your exes

“…”

“you make me jealous even though you arent mine,,”

“yn, youre drunk go home” yunjin cuts you off but was too late to save you from the embarrassment in the morning.

rikis car, 2:22 am

riki watched as you stumbled out of yunjins apartment, steps unsteady and words slurred. concerned, he approached you with caution

“yn, are you alright?” riki asked

you looked up at him, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. you giggled, swaying slightly as you tried to maintain your balance

“riki!” you exclaimed, voice overly enthusiastic. “i have something important to tell you!” the anger from earlier left your body

“yn, maybe its best if we wait until youre sober,” riki suggested gently, his voice filled with concern and nervousness

you pouted, your expression morphing from excitement to disappointment. you leaned closer to him, he can smell the alcohol from your breath

“why do u have to be so cute..” — riki

he sighed as his heartbeat raised, “lets get you home, and we can talk about this when you’re feeling better, alr?”

you nodded, eyes still filled with a mix of nothing and everything at the same time. riki guided you gently, supporting you as you walked into his car. the silence between you two felt heavy with tension, both aware of the awkwardness that hung in the air

your apartment, 2:48am

upon reaching your doorstep, riki helped u unlock the door. you stepped inside, and flopped down on the couch, head spinning from the alcohol

“hyunjin??” riki looked around the apartment for him, looking for someone to take care of you when he leaves, but he wasnt there “ig ill do it..” his ears turned red

riki gently led u to the bathroom to help u freshen up. with a warm washcloth, he began wiping away the remnants of the night, gently dabbing at your flushed cheeks and smoothing ur disheveled hair (niki husband material era😍)

with u cleaned up, he led u to the bedroom. he helped you settle under the covers, making sure you were comfortable. as he turned to leave, your hand shot out, gripping his tightly

“dont go,” you pleaded, voice vulnerable. “stay..”

riki paused, his heart fluttered at your touch and your words. he could sense the sincerity in your plea but he also knew you were drunk. like yunjin said, u werent able to think on your own yet

“i dont want to take advantage of you, yn” riki replied, his voice filled w concern. “youve had a lot to drink, ill be back in the morning dw”

your grip on his hand tightened, your eyes pleading him not to leave

“i know im drunk, riki,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “i have known ever since you washed my face. i dont want you to go, i need you here with me, please”

riki looked into your eyes, searching for sincerity and clarity amidst the haze of alcohol. in exchange, he saw the raw honesty and the fear of losing his presence.

“alr then,” riki conceded softly. “ill stay with you but we need to promise each other that we’ll talk abt this conversation when ure fully sober”

you nodded, relief washing over your features

as your breathing steadied, riki stayed by your side, hands intertwined. he watched over you, his presence offering solace in the midst of your vulnerability

“goodnight, yn” he whispered gently as he thought about everything

did u guys miss me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷🤍🩷

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[tytarax2]

May I have some of my request, if you can write Miko Chen X Reader [Y/N] in ballroom dance at the Super League Gala or Night Celebration Palace ✨🙈

Life Update: I started a creative writing course as college sapped all my remaining imagination

Anyway

This sounds promising

And also gave me cavities... way too sweet for me

In any case, enjoy.

The Super League Gala was in full swing, the grand ballroom buzzing with excitement. Players and their partners mingled, chatting and laughing under the soft glow of chandeliers. You and Miko Chen, the star of Nakama FC, stood at the edge of the dance floor, taking it all in.

Miko, in a sharp tuxedo, looked effortlessly cool. He nudged you playfully. "You ready to show these guys how it's done?"

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "Let's see if you can keep up."

The orchestra struck up a lively tune, and Miko led you onto the dance floor. He took your hand and placed his other hand on your waist, pulling you close. As you started to move, the rhythm of the music seemed to sync with your steps.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in a tux before," you teased, looking up at him.

He grinned. "First time for everything. And you clean up pretty well yourself."

You both laughed, moving in time with the music. Around you, other couples joined in, but it felt like you and Miko were in your own little world. The dance was more about having fun than perfecting every step, and Miko's relaxed demeanor made it easy to just enjoy the moment.

"Think you’ll win any award?" you asked, as he spun you around.

"Who knows?" he said with a shrug, but there was a confident spark in his eyes. "But having you here is already a win for me."

Before you could respond, the music stopped, and the host took the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to announce the winners of tonight's awards!"

Everyone hushed, turning their attention to the stage. Miko squeezed your hand, a silent exchange of excitement and nerves.

The host began, "For the Golden Boot, the winner is… Shakes from Supa Strikas!"

The room exploded in applause. Shakes made his way to the stage, a wide grin on his face as he accepted the award. Miko clapped along, a proud look in his eyes.

"And now, for the Most Respectful Player in the Field… Miko Chen of Nakama FC!"

Miko’s face lit up, and he turned to you, pulling you into a quick hug. "Looks like I did it."

"Congrats," you said, smiling. "You deserve it."

As Miko walked to the stage to accept his award, the host continued to list off other winners. "Congratulations to Johann Uber for Best Defender, Skarra for Best Midfielder, and John J Johnson Jr. for Best..."

Miko thanked his team and fans, and then looked directly at you. "And to my partner," he said, his voice steady. "Thanks for always having my back."

As the applause died down, the music started again. Miko returned to you, award in hand. "So, where were we?"

"Dancing, I think," you said, taking his hand.

He pulled you back onto the floor, and you resumed your casual rhythm, the two of you laughing and talking as you moved. The night was a mix of celebration and relief, the kind of moment that felt both significant and perfectly ordinary.

-

The night drew to a close, and you found yourself outside the grand venue, waiting for your car. The air was cool and crisp, a gentle reminder that the evening was nearly over. Miko stood beside you, his arm around your shoulders, the weight of the award in his other hand.

Shakes, still beaming from his Golden Boot win, approached with a friendly wave. "Hey, Miko! Congratulations, man. Most respectful player, huh? You’ve always been a class act."

Miko grinned. "Thanks, Shakes. And congrats to you too. Golden Boot is no small feat." Then, some others joined the conversation.

It was a rare, relaxed moment where you could all just be yourselves, no pressure, no competition—just friends enjoying each other's company.

Your car finally pulled up, and you exchanged farewells with everyone. As you settled into the back seat, Miko leaned over and kissed your forehead. "Ready to go home?"

"Absolutely," you replied, leaning into him. "Tonight was perfect."

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[nervousladytraveler]

Dear @nervousladytraveler

While we are waiting new chapter of Duty, could you give us snippet of something?🙈

Ah my dear @veryflowerobservation. Thanks for asking! I met my writing goal for today so I really will be posting some Duty tomorrow. But since you asked, here's an out of sequence snippet from the long-dormant The Alibi.

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“Oh, Ross!” Demelza said feigning surprise. He didn’t need to know that she’d followed him for the better part of that afternoon. But she did not try to disguise the sneer in her voice when addressing his tablemate. “And erm…hello to you, Ruth.”  

A dish of something--sponge with cream--sat on the table between them. One plate--and two forks. 

This was not what Demelza expected to find and now all she wanted to do was flee. Yet her feet remained firmly planted on the coffee shop floor. 

“Well Demelza, fancy seeing you here on a Tuesday afternoon,” Ruth answered first. “I would have thought you'd be working at this hour but I suppose that's for your boss to observe, not me.” Ruth looked over at Ross slyly hoping to get a laugh from him, and finding none, twisted her lips and stirred her coffee nervously.

Ross opened his mouth but Demelza ignored him and directed her response to Ruth as though he wasn’t there at all.

“I was up the road posting some letters for my boss so yes, I am on the clock still. Thanks for looking out for Mr. Poldark, though. Wouldn’t want to cheat him, would we?” 

Now she did turn and marched towards the exit, past the glass case filled with adorable cakes, past the other lovely guests at cosy little tables. 

Clumsy, inelegant, and alone, she felt out of place.

“Demelza, wait a minute,” Ross had caught up with her at the door. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“I don’t have my car, I took the bus,” she said and pulled her arm away from his hand.

“You did not--you hate the bus and I can see your car across the road.”

She continued walking and to her surprise, he followed her out onto the pavement.

“Tell me Ross, did you enjoy your syllabub or whatever that was…?”

“It was trifle,” he said sheepishly and then realised she wasn’t really asking.

“Aptly chosen, for some who’s triflin’,” she muttered.

“What? Did you just accuse me of…”

“Ross, you don't even like dessert!” She stopped and faced him.

“You're right--I usually don’t. Unless you make it--you know I love your pies,” he said with a gentle laugh then sighed in frustration when it wasn’t received as he’d hoped. “Demelza, I agreed to this meeting with Ruth because you told me to--it was your idea to be seen with other people. And it was only coffee--not even a drink. The patisserie seemed the most neutral of settings…”

“You really thought this through,” she said with thin lips.

“Yes I actually did because I didn't want to upset you. And I don’t even be out with anyone else because I only want to be with you…” He took her hand. This time she didn't pull away.

“Oh?”

“Everyone else is so...difficult,” he said, turning her hand over in his, then lacing their fingers together. “Sometimes I feel like you are the only person that I really know and who really knows me.”

“That doesn’t sound super healthy.” She raised her brow but smiled.

“You know what I mean.”

“Of course I do.”

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

I have 3 vivid memories from my early childhood

My first vivid memory:

When I was four months old, when my eyes first started working and I was able to discern the world around me and things first came into focus

I was in the back of my mother's blue car

She pulled up outside my 🍀grandmother's house and I puked on the floor below me

My mother cleaned me up and took me inside and put me down for a nap on my grandmother's bed

There I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, I can remember what it felt like to have thoughts without words, it's a difficult experience to describe

My eyes wandered about the room and I noticed sitting on the bed with me a plush ☯️ Panda bear, all I wanted to do was reach it but I couldn't figure out how to get to it, as much as I reached out for it I couldn't reach it

I heard voices talking in the other room, it was my mother and grandmother discussing whether or not I was asleep, I started wriggling around at the mention of my name, my grandmother rushed back into the room to pick me up

"Is she asleep? - No she's not, you little monkey!" 🙈

And hers was the first face on this earth I ever saw

My second vivid memory:

I was never a crawler as a child, I used to either move along the furniture, or shuffle around on the floor on my butt, very determined to get wherever I was going all on my own

It was my first 🎄Xmas, we were hosting it at home that year

My uncle kept trying to get me to come over to him, I kept trying to shuffle away where I wanted to go

He came over and picked me up and gave me a hug and rubbed his moustache 🧔 on my face, much to my disdain, he did it on purpose to annoy me lol

My third vivid memory:

I'm sitting on the floor in the living room of my childhood home, the 📺 TV is on and I'm watching the music video for the Faith No More song "Epic"

I remember feeling very sad for the fish flopping around at the end of the video, and wondered why on earth anyone would want to blow up a piano 🎹

🪽✨

[waynes-multiverse]

Eeeeek, I'm bursting with excitement! I wanna know so badly what happens next. I've been hurrying to get the kid to bed to read this 😂😂

You follow his lead with your own rifle, falling into step with him through the forest clearing. It’s a beautiful day in late November. Already you can see the edge of frost on the shrubs and half-barren trees. The ground is littered with dead leaves painted in browns, oranges, and dappled with reds.

I love this description btw Really painted a picture in my head 😍👏

You snort. “Right. Think I’ll just leave you for the bears…”

Ouch. That line probably haunted her afterward 😂🙈 (but I loved their banter! You can totally see they have a close and loving relationship 💕) And her dad's optimism and "fate" was so adorable ☺️

You don’t see the elk, and soon enough, you don’t see your dad either. You do hear a whistling on the wind, and the cold of it cuts right through your coat.

Goosebumps... 👀

Dean continues to listen intently with his brows furrowed.

Ah, our boy entered work mode 🤓

Dean has packed up his supplies and put on his winter gear. You watch him from the living room sofa, trying to hide your unease. You know he’s doing this for you, but there’s part of you that doesn’t want to see him leave, for his own sake, and selfishly for yours.

Oh God 🙈 No, I can't watch him leave alone. At least get Sam!!! Oh God, no, no, no, no... 🫣

I also realized in that moment why my readers are usually "from the same foxhole" because this is exactly what I can't do. Freaks me the fuck out and gives me so much anxiety. Like, I have to be there 😂 I don't know how you do it. Bravo, friend 😅👏

“You shouldn’t be going out there alone,” you say.

Nooo, but you shouldn't follow him either... With the broken ankle 👀

“If I’m not back inside a week, you need to ration out the supplies here as best you can. That new meat in the fridge should last you a while.”

A week?!?!?! *gasps*

By new meat, you have to assume he means the bear.

Ooooh, btw, super interesting what you said about the bear meat! I figured something like this. They did wear bear fur, right? And I know people back then never wasted anything, so makes sense they'd eat the meat, too 😄

Right now, you don’t really give a shit about what he’d rather, but you don’t say so.

I cackled 😂 Love her feistiness!

After the first three days, you’ve managed to clean the entire cabin, top to bottom.

Oh God! I'd die worrying... 🙈🤣

On Day Four, you create a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room floor.

Aww 😭😭 Poor thing... 😢 (Loved how she explained not taking his room. While invasive, I think if Dean came back to this in his room, he would've melted 🫠🫶)

Then, you hear the sound of a lock turning, before the front door shoves open.

THANK FUCKING GOD!!!!!

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. “Believe me, I am.”

I knew it was a long shot, especially when her father wasn't with Dean, but still breaks my heart for her ���😢

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, collecting your tears there. You glance down at his plush lips again, your own parting with a breath. His hand moves to cup your cheek, framing the side of your face. Please… He finally drags you to him in a kiss.

The anxiety is long forgotten. All is forgiven... *sighs dreamily* 😍😍

“Sorry…we can’t do this,” he says, with difficulty. He sits upright and nearly makes you fall over in the process.

Oh no, you come back here, young man!!!

It wouldn't be Dean, though, without the "you can't date me, I'm dangerous and not good enough" freak out 😂

“I don’t even own this place. Besides my car, I ain’t got much of anything to give.”

Legit crying right now 😭😭😭 This is exactly why we always want what's best for him in fanfics. He deserves it so much 🥺

Or at least, it’s heat of a different kind, as his strong hands once again find your waist. They hold you still, but also hold you to him.

Love that little detail. Makes such a huge difference ❤️

Oooooh, I so can't wait to read the finale now! This is absolutely amazing, Alex! It's got the right amount of angst and heartbreak, only to haul me back into this sweet cabin romanticism 😍🤍🤍🤍

Against the Wind - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Merry Christmas! I'm dropping this chapter a day early for you guys. Now, here's the full story, and what Dean is going to do about it…

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, mentions of blood, hint of spice.~

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Part 3: Nothing Left to Burn

“We should start heading back,” you say, looking up at the mid-afternoon sky. It was starting to dip toward the top of the trees in the distance. “It’s going to take a couple of hours to get back before nightfall.”

“Yep, it’s about that time.” Your dad groans as he starts to haul himself back to his feet, where you two had been taking a rest against a tree. “Jesus, I need a new pair of knees. Help your old man, would ya?”

You smirk as you help the middle-aged alpha to his feet. His joints pop and his back cracks as he stretches his arms high.

“Damn, Dad. You’re creakier than the trees,” you quip.

He tosses you a wry look. “Just you wait. In a few years, after wrangling a couple of pups, you’re gonna feel my pain.”

“A few years?” you laugh. “Did I miss the part where I actually met a decent guy, let alone one worth mating?”

“Oh, you’ll find him,” your dad nods, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. “Or he’ll find you, like your mother did with me.”

You follow his lead with your own rifle, falling into step with him through the forest clearing. It’s a beautiful day in late November. Already you can see the edge of frost on the shrubs and half-barren trees. The ground is littered with dead leaves painted in browns, oranges, and dappled with reds.

“You met her in college. It’s not like you guys defied fate,” you say.

“Yeah, but if she hadn’t walked into my psychology class by mistake, and stolen my latte at the campus café, maybe you wouldn’t be here,” he teases. 

You huff and roll your eyes. Yes, your parents are a walking cliché. And by far, your dad’s the bigger sap.

“I’m telling you. Sometimes, the universe does us a solid,” he says, reinforcing his point with a literal pointed finger your way. You push it away from your face in exasperation.

“You might wanna watch where you’re going,” you say, “before you roll your ankle on another pebble.”

“You kidding me?” he exclaims. “That thing was the size of my fist! You’re lucky I didn’t break an ankle. Make you carry me all the way back to the car.”

You snort. “Right. Think I’ll just leave you for the bears…”

You trail off when a sound reaches you and your father. The sound of leaves crunching in the underbrush, quick and light. Your father’s shoulders straighten with alertness, the alpha’s head cocking toward the sound.

“Maybe I spoke too soon about the bears,” you whisper. He shakes his head.

“Nah, too light. It’s probably an elk.” He tosses you a smile. “We’ll have one hell of a haul to bring home, plus a good story to tell your mom.”

Your mother, the vegan veterinarian?

“Yeah, because she loves elk meat.”

“Would you quit being a smartass for two minutes? You go a little west. I’ll see where it’s at,” he says.

He quietly wracks his rifle and steps away from the clearing, farther into the woods. You do what he says, veering west. You don’t see the elk, and soon enough, you don’t see your dad either. You do hear a whistling on the wind, and the cold of it cuts right through your coat.

Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

“Go, get out of here!” he shouts and waves you off.

“What? What is it?!” you yell.

He shakes his head, like he’s unable to answer your question. “Run! Run and don’t stop!”

He moves further into the denser trees until you can no longer make him out. With a frustrated huff, you sprint down the hill and try to follow his tracks with your gun at the ready. On the wind, in the distance, you still hear his voice.

Until it cuts off abruptly, along with the terrible cracking of bone.

You gasp and halt in your steps. What the fuck was that?

Tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. Despite what you heard, you realize just how very alone you are in the clearing. Fear and adrenaline make your breath tremulous and shallow, but you can’t just give up. You search for a while longer, making yourself hoarse calling out to your father.

No matter what direction you take, you never find him.

“I ran back to town to get the rangers,” you say, brushing a couple of stray tears from your cheeks. You sniff, licking your lips and swallowing a hard lump of emotion in your throat.

Dean continues to listen intently with his brows furrowed.

“It was too late,” you sigh. “He disappeared. They explained it away, thought a grizzly bear got him, but I know it wasn’t a damn bear.” 

You shake your head as the tears come harder and faster, all over again. Dean’s jaw clenches in sympathy.

“No one believed me about what I heard, not even my mom,” you confess. Your mother had been too distraught to entertain “anything else.” No matter how strongly you’d felt about your suspicions, you understood that she just wanted to put your father’s death behind her after his funeral. Part of you had stopped believing yourself. 

A stronger part of you hadn’t been able to let it go, however. So you had to come back here and try to find any trace of your father. 

When you finally run out of words, you see the proverbial gears turning in Dean’s eyes. 

“What’re you thinking?” you hazard to ask. You can’t help but reach out and grab at his wrist. “Do you…do you believe me?”

Dean’s gaze softens a fraction. He lays his larger hand over yours.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “I’m willing to bet on what took him too.”

He squeezes your hand before he lets you go and gets up from his seat. He soon returns with his father’s journal in hand. He reclaims his spot across from you, sitting close to your thigh on the end of the chaise. His gaze falls away from your face to the journal in hand, and he flips it open to a page he knows from memory. You suck in a subtle breath to steel yourself when he turns it toward you—to the very page that had given you nightmares the first night you read it. 

Wendigo. 

“Nasty son of a bitch,” he says. “It hibernates for decades at a time, but when it surfaces, it knows how to get through long winters like this. It takes a handful of people at a time, feeding on its victims slow.”

You feel sick at that, but still, his words elicit a sliver of hope.

“So there’s a chance he could still be alive,” you say, in a brighter voice. Dean gives you a measured look, dragging a hand over his mouth.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” he says. “It’s been months, right?”

You nod, though you realize what he’s saying. Don’t get your hopes up.

“But there’s a chance,” you insist, with tears in your eyes. Dean holds your gaze for a moment, and he nods. He squeezes your knee this time, then shuts the journal with one hand as he moves to stand.

You follow him on your crutches over to the kitchen. He pulls out a drawer and retrieves a folded-up map. Tossing the journal on the kitchen counter, he opens up the map and lays it out flat next to the sink. It’s a map of the mountain, and the entire forest surrounding the mountain of Big Sky. Dean’s eyes flick up to yours.

“Where did it happen?”

Dean has packed up his supplies and put on his winter gear. You watch him from the living room sofa, trying to hide your unease. You know he’s doing this for you, but there’s part of you that doesn’t want to see him leave, for his own sake, and selfishly for yours.

“Try not to go outside again unless you absolutely friggin’ have to,” he warns. “And if you do, don’t go too far. Make sure you take a weapon, preferably a gun and a knife.”

“Dean, I know,” you reply. You get up and hover by the couch while he finishes lacing his snowshoes and hooks his backpack on. You’re unable to hide your concern.

“You shouldn’t be going out there alone,” you say. 

Dean tosses you a grin. It has the shade of how he was with you before the “journal” incident—self-assured, a hint teasing.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly my first solo mission,” he says, though his devil-may-care attitude soon subsides into something more serious. “If I’m not back inside a week, you need to ration out the supplies here as best you can. That new meat in the fridge should last you a while.”

By new meat, you have to assume he means the bear.

“When you’re healed up, you can make your way down the mountain and back to town with that map I left for you. Kitchen counter,” he says.

Your frown worsens. You step closer to him with the pretense of closing and locking the front door for him after he leaves.

“Dean,” you say, stopping him at the door. He turns to look at you over his shoulder. You hesitate, fidgeting slightly, but you gain your courage.

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to find you,” you warn him.

Dean frowns. He turns to you fully and tilts his head as if to say, come again?

“No, you’re not, Omega. You understand me?”

His terseness doesn’t scare you anymore. You glare up at him, quite literally standing your ground.

“You didn’t leave me out there when you didn’t even know me. You think I’d do that to you?” you counter.

At that, Dean has to pause, tilting his head slightly. He almost smiles at your stubbornness, and just like that, his annoyance dissipates. It softens him, making him reach for your arm in an assuring squeeze.

“I appreciate the thought, but trust me. I’d rather you look out for you,” he says.

Right now, you don’t really give a shit about what he’d rather, but you don’t say so. It’s written across your face anyway. Dean’s mouth tugs at a smile.

“All right, I’m out,” he says. “Save me some of Yogi in there.”

You huff, but you shut the door behind him after he steps out onto the porch, down the steps, and beyond. You move to the living room window and watch him get farther and farther away from the cabin. 

Despite the crackling fireplace, you begin to feel cold inside. 

After the first three days, you’ve managed to clean the entire cabin, top to bottom. With the “new meat,” you make a large batch of soup to last you throughout the week. You freeze a couple of servings for Dean.

For when he gets back. 

You try to fill up your time in other ways, like attempting, and failing, and trying again more successfully to make bread from scratch. You haven’t binge-watched every season of The Great British Bake-Off for nothing.

Then you organize all of the alpha’s books by author. You wash all the laundry you can find and fold everything neatly on his bed, and you put away the couple of sweaters you’ve borrowed from him into your own dresser. 

On Day Four, you create a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room floor. In your anxiety, it’s a reflex you can’t help. Your initial instinct was to nest in his room, but you thought that was too invasive of his privacy, so the living room was your next best option. At least his scent is still somewhat imbued into his favorite chair, and around his records. (You do steal another shirt of his to sleep with though.)

On Day 8, your worry becomes a living thing. You pace the living room and the kitchen on your crutches, probably wearing down the wooden ends of them while you debate what to do. Despite what Dean told you to do if he didn’t get back, you know you’re not just going to leave him out there. But the reality is, you have a problem of mobility.

With a frustrated huff, you decide to try setting your problem foot down normally. Your ankle hurts, a sharp pain shooting up your calf and nearly sending you to the floor.

“Fuck!” you gasp, both in shock and aggravation.

You know this isn’t just a sprain. At best it could be a fracture, since no bone is protruding under the skin. It still means you shouldn’t go after him either. 

But you’ll have to try. 

After you manage to clamber back onto your feet using the crutches, you put together some supplies, including the extra med kit in case he’s hurt. (Or in case something happens to you while you’re out there.) This is a bad idea, you think, even as you heave on your jacket.

Then, you hear the sound of a lock turning, before the front door shoves open. 

A yelp of surprise escapes you, though you soon realize that it’s Dean, looking worn down and ragged, but alive. 

“Home, sweet home,” he says wryly, but he looks relieved to see you too.

You help him sink down onto the chaise, where he stretches out with a groan. He tips his head back on the cushion. His jacket is torn in a few places. Blood has dried on his cheek, his neck, and near his hairline, and you worry about where else he might be hurt. 

You quickly go to the kitchen and pour a bowl of warm water and grab a hand towel. You bring it all back to Dean, where you set your supplies on the floor and sit down beside him on the cushion.

“Are you okay?” You try to calm down your racing heart (and the nauseous feeling in your stomach) as you help him work open his jacket, followed by his shirt. Discreetly, your eyes take in the expanse of his tanned skin and pebbling nipples exposed to the cool air, even with the fire roaring nearby.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he says. 

You smile a little. You take the towel, dampen it, and begin to clear the blood from his cheek, his neck, and the upper part of his torso—even his scuffed hands. Then you squeegee out the blood in the bowl and continue your task. Dean subtly watches you, his gaze a bit softer than usual.

He eventually looks you over with a frown as he takes in the way you’re dressed, and then the backpack by the door. 

“What, about to go for a little afternoon stroll?” His sarcasm turns to annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put until you can actually walk?”

Your mouth flattens into a line, but any anger you might’ve felt is waylaid by your relief. It brings tears to your eyes. 

“I thought something happened to you,” you say.

Dean hesitates. Your hand has stilled on his chest. He softens a little more, grasping your hand in his larger one. 

“I’m fine,” he says. “The job’s done.”

Your eyes widen. “You found the…thing? The wendigo?”

His mouth pulls at a cocky grin, tempered only by his tiredness, and the way he’s looking at you. “Sure did. Tried to take a chunk outta my ass, but a little aerosol deodorant and a lighter’s all you need to barbecue that ugly son of a bitch.”

You smile in amusement, but all too soon, it fades.

“Did you find my dad?” you ask.

Dean’s expression sobers as well.

“Yeah, I think so.” His face gentles. “Was he wearing a blue puffer jacket?”

Your lips tremble. As that horrible realization dawns, you break down into tears. You already know from his tone that your father was dead when he found him. 

Dean guides you down to him by your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his neck, and your body shakes with quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. “Believe me, I am.”

He holds you close, warm and secure. He allows you to stay there as long as you need, where you feel safe, even if this world has become a colder, darker place. 

After a few minutes longer, your intense sobs begin to subside. You don’t mean to, but you turn your nose into Dean’s neck, scenting him on reflex. It calms you down, but it has the unintended effect of arousing him. The alpha rumbles in pleasure. 

You blink in surprise and lean back enough to see his face. Dean’s lips press together as he looks down on you; he seems embarrassed, but you also see the heat reflected in his gaze, so intense in those forest greens. Your face begins to warm in a blush.

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, collecting your tears there. You glance down at his plush lips again, your own parting with a breath. His hand moves to cup your cheek, framing the side of your face. Please…

He finally drags you to him in a kiss. 

It’s heady and passionate, and also comforting. Your fingers wind into his hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. He growls as his arm tightens around your waist. You shiver in delight.

You press a hand to the center of his chest, giving you leverage to rise up and slide your thigh over his legs. There you sink into his lap. Your breasts pillow against his chest when you lay on top of him, your elbows digging into the cushion on either side of his head. His hands move down your body, feeling down your sides, squeezing your hips, and then your ass. You hum into his mouth and roll your hips into his. Already you feel him hardening through his jeans.  

But somehow he breaks away from your kiss, even though your hands are still in his hair. 

“Sorry…we can’t do this,” he says, with difficulty.

He sits upright and nearly makes you fall over in the process. He grabs your arm before you tip over, but he keeps himself at arm’s length from you after you’re forced to slide off his lap, sitting on the end of the chaise instead. Your eyes glisten with hurt and confusion. 

“Why?” is all you can ask.

He doesn’t want to answer. 

“Dean?” you ask, inching towards him. He raises a hand to keep you at bay.

“Just…it’s not a good idea, okay?” he says, with the clenching of his jaw.

That cuts into you even more. Your heart pulses with pain.

“Do you know what your scent is to me?” you ask, in a voice slightly trembling. You glance at the fireplace that has dimmed to embers. “It’s better than that fire at full blaze. Every time I went camping with my dad, that’s what I loved the most. Sitting by that fire, talking, laughing, and for the millionth time, telling the story of when I gave my sister micro bangs in her sleep when I was ten.”

You wipe a stray tear from your eye, but you respect the distance he’s put between you two.

“The second I met you, I knew what this was,” you say. “I think you know it too.”

Dean shakes his head. His face betrays his wariness, his desire, and his obstinance. 

“Look…even if that’s true, you don’t want this with me,” he says. His handsome face becomes marred by a frown, his brows knitting together. “I don’t even own this place. Besides my car, I ain’t got much of anything to give.”

You shake your head in dismay. “I know that’s not true.”

“I’m not bullshitting,” he says. “Listen…I’ve never had much. And what I did have, I found a way to lose. I’ve let my people down. Just about everyone I’ve ever…”

You can’t help but reach out a hand for him, your heart hurting, but he leans away, pressing himself back against the seat. It cuts even deeper into you; now though, you wonder if it’s because he feels the same gut feeling you do when he’s this close—close enough to touch, but almost afraid of the burn.

“They’ve been hurt, almost always because of me.” His voice shakes imperceptibly, with a wry, humorless turn of his lips. “So take it from me, sweetheart. You’ll wanna steer clear.”  

“Dean,” you say. You expel a breath, digesting his words, while thinking of what you want to say.

“I’ve never not felt safe with you,” you confess. “Even when I screwed up and drove you crazy, I’m sure, I knew you’d never hurt me. The same way I know…”

You reach out a tentative hand to lay in the center of his chest, over his heart. Your thumb brushes the edge of his strange tattoo, over the dark ink in his skin. 

“You’re my mate. My one, true mate in this world,” you say, meeting his eyes. “And I want to know you.”

You see inner conflict in the depths of Dean’s eyes, dark green and troubled. You take a chance and lean in, brushing your cheek against his, nuzzling, laying a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Omega,” he warns, but the grit in his voice has little heat.

Or at least, it’s heat of a different kind, as his strong hands once again find your waist. They hold you still, but also hold you to him. Your gentle affection is making him ache, deep in the shadowy cavern of his chest. He’d never admit it, but loneliness had set in there, burrowed deep with a stronghold on his heart. Without knowing, you’ve been carving it out with those gentle hands. 

You now slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, warm palms on his skin. 

“Alpha, I want to know you,” you insist. Quiet, but steady, your voice is a mere brush of words near his ear, against his cheek. “Please.” 

Dean’s brows furrow as he briefly shuts his eyes tight. With your whispered plea, the brittle chain of his restraint finally snaps free. 

He cradles the back of your head and guides you back into a feverish kiss.

AN: Sorry to cut it off there lol, but the big (steamy) finale is coming up next week! Perhaps a little earlier than Friday. 😘

Next Time:

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return.

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