#my hungry ass could NEVER be a keeper

[blooky8]

YEAH YOUR FRIEND IS RIGHT. it's like shit never stops happening, and when it does i'm too invested in characters' interactions to care, that's how i ended up reading like at least two times more than i expected in a day, and i only stopped bc i was literally falling asleep with the book in my hands

the first book feels like returning to my childhood. some of the first series i've ever read (and got invested in) were Harry Potter and Bulychev's Alisa Selezneva, kotlc reminds me of reading those for the first time, the same sense of magic and excitement, i thought i'd never read anything similar again

plot-wise.. well shit just got a notch more serious than i expected it to

seems like this book really likes family trauma. like loosing her family one time wasn't enough, now they're taking away sophie's second one away...... and it's not something as simple as it was the first time, it's not "ohhh they love each other but sophie has to leave them behind😔" nope it's "they want to be able to love again but letting go of jolie's death is still too hard for them and will be for a long time, so sophie's near-death experiences send them into panic and eventually make them push her away out of fear of being hurt again, even the thought of losing a child again is unbearable, so they have to let her go", i've seen relationships ending because of avoidant behavior triggered by trauma but not parental ones, that is so horrible bc the power dynamic is completely different and the child is so helpless😭

and then there's also keefe's terrifying dad, and dex with his "bad match" parents, and the implications of wylie technically losing his father bc of sophie leave us with very worrying prospects, and like damn who doesn't have family trauma in this book.......

okay let's talk about something more positive. a few funny facts from the very start of my read:

•ㅤi actually audibly laughed when fitz said that they are elfs

•ㅤthe first "elf dish"'s taste being described simply as "cheeseburger" confused me so much, especially since both fitz and alden have british accents, so i just sat there and thought "why are british elfs growing vegetarian cheeseburgers in their garden"

•ㅤevery other character introduction i got flashbacked to your blog. i didn't remember any of the posts clearly, except for one about fitz😭... i remembered you talking about new fans hating him for some reason and i thought "uhhh why would i hate him if the book is clearly asking me to imagine my childhood crush with these descriptions", but i guess with time i kind of started getting an idea..... he just might not be The Boy that you want to see with sophie ig (i don't have a strong opinion on this matter so far). and when i read the name keefe i thought "damn i don't know you but it definitely feels like i do" bc i passed it like 10 times on my tumblr feed

overall i'm having a blast. the plot is soo interesting, and i'm smiling and kicking my feet in the air at character interactions (not even an exaggeration), aaand i'm probably gonna go and finish the first book now. thx for the new hyperfixation milo🥰

started reading this morning. 70% through with the first book. im trapped now arent i

AYY YEAAH ONE OF US ! ONE OF US !

i remember one my friend starting to read it and being mad that she couldnt put it down cause shannon would put cliffhangers in like every other chapter 😭

anyway what do you think so far lmao

[moralesmilesanhour]

hey can I request maybe like a drabble or something with 42 miles confiding in uncle Aaron?

maybe he has a crush or something idk I just think their dynamics is cute

oooh this was fun! hope you enjoy :)

Aaron's nephew had been...different, lately. Not some drastic metamorphosis, no, it was the little things that Miles did differently.

When Aaron paid Rio a visit to pick him up, Miles would stop in front of a mirror and adjust his leather jacket (because he apparently wore leather, now) where a few weeks ago he would've just thrown on whatever was lying near his bed before bolting out the door.

Imagine the surprise on the man's face when the kid asked if he could take him to get his ears pierced, marveling in the bathroom mirror at the shiny new rocks in his ears even after getting chewed out by his mother just minutes before.

Miles sat on the couch as smooth jazz music filtered through Aaron's record player, one arm resting on the back of the couch and legs spread as he used the other arm to scroll on his phone.

He didn't sit criss-cross-applesauce anymore.

Aaron opened the box of pizza sitting across from them on the coffee table and carefully removed a slice. Underneath the smell of baked cheese, he caught a whiff of musk and vanilla that confirmed his suspicions, and possibly where the kid had spent that extra cash he'd given him after their last run (or 'prowl', as they'd started jokingly calling it). The tenth-grader had suddenly taken an interest in cologne.

"You not taking no pizza?"

Miles looked up, suddenly alert. "Huh? Oh, nah, I'm good."

A deep chuckle.

"What?"

Aaron shook his head. "I ain't never seen yo' hungry ass turn down pizza 'till today. You sure you my nephew, man?"

The boy forced out a breathy laugh.

"First time for everything. I'm just not hungry."

As if in protest, Miles' stomach let out an unmistakable growl that cut through even the music. His eyes widened, letting his uncle know that it wasn't indigestion. Aaron cackled loudly as his nephew pouted.

"See that? Even yo' stomach know you lyin'," he said. "Now what's the real reason?"

Miles shrugged.

"The garlic stays on your breath."

"Boy, you think I don't know that? When you start caring about your breath all of a sudden?"

He gave his uncle a blank stare of annoyance at the implications of that sentence, and didn't answer. When he returned to scrolling, Aaron decided to be more direct.

"You ain't slick, you know that? Now spill. Who is she?"

Miles froze, his head snapping up in surprise.

"Or he," Aaron amended as an afterthought. "I don't judge."

"How did you know?"

"Well, between you and me," he scratched the side of his nose, "your mother and I always figured you might be--"

"No, not--" The boy's brows furrowed. "Wait, what? I mean, well..."

He stopped himself before veering into territory he wasn't ready to cover yet. Different conversation for a different day.

Miles shook his head, "Never mind. Anyway, her name's...Alicia."

He said her name quietly, delicately, as though it could shatter into a million pieces if handled incorrectly.

Aaron nodded slowly.

"Y'all go out?"

A noncommittal back-and-forth tilt of the head. Kinda.

"We're hanging out later tonight. Study date," Miles said carefully.

"You like her?"

"Yeah."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, and leaned in. "You sure? I mean, really like her."

"Yeah, I like her, chill!"

"Aight, just makin' sure. She get good grades, and allat?"

The boy smiled, his expression softening.

"Mhm. Hella smart," his eyes lit up as he recalled a recent memory.

"One time, she told off the history teacher 'cuz the textbook we were reading from was wrong. Told his white ass to do his research."

"Was it wrong?"

"Course it was, and everyone knew, too! Everybody except the nigga with the PhD."

A lopsided grin spread across Aaron's face. This 'Alicia' sounded just like Miles' type, if the boy's sudden and frequent rants about the failures of the American public school system were anything to go by.

"She sound like a keeper. Treat her good, you hear? You take that girl someplace nice, hold the door and pull her chair out."

His nephew laughed, then nodded. "I hear you. Don't gotta tell me twice."

"You'd better. Now get outta here, no nephew of mine is gonna keep a lady waiting."

"Bet. I'll see you later, Unc!"

The boy hopped to his feet, giving his uncle a salute before turning to leave.

[mononoke--hime]

my hungry ass could never be a pigeon keeper

[criminalmindzjunkie]

Hungry Eyes

masterlist

Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship. 

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

           “That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

           So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

           Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

           It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

           Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

           It was the best decision he would ever make.

           So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.  

           Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

           In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

           Until it wasn’t.

           Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

           That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

           The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

           It makes Spencer sick.

           His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

           “There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

           “Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

           “Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

           “Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

           This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

           “You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

           “Not exactly.”

           The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

           Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

           “Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

           “There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

           He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

           “The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

           “Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

           “Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

           Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

--

           The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

           Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

           “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

           “I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

           “Busy?”

           JJ nods.

           “Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

           Of fucking course.

           Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

           He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

           “– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

           You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

           “She’s not interested.”

           The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

           “What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

           Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

           Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

           “I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

           “Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

           Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

           “What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

           Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

           When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

           “I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

           “Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

           “Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

           “M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

           “I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

           Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

           “Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

--

           As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

           “Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

           You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

           “What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

           “You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

           You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

           “Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

           “Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

           Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

           He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

           “You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

           You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

           “Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

           Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

           “That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

           “You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

           “Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

           “God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

           By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

           Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

           Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

           “M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

           Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

           “Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

           Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

           “Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

           “Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

           Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

           “Open.”

           You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

           “Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

           You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

           “D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

           “So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

           You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

           You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

           “Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

           “S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

           Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

           “Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

           And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

           “Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

           “So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

           “F-Fuck, Spencer!”

           “Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

           You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

           “Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

           “Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

           Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

           “C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

           “I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

           Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

           “How many do you think you deserve?”

           You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

           “However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

           Spencer returns your smile.

           “Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

           “Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

           You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

           “T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

           It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

           “Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

          “Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

           The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

          Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

          “You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds. 

          “Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips. 

          Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

           “Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

           “I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

           You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

           Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

           “So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

           “S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

           “Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

           “P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

           “Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

           It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

           Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

          “You okay, princess?”

           You give a weak nod.

           “M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

            Spencer is the first to pull away.

           “Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

           You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

           You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

           “S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

           “Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

            Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

           “Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

            You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

           “Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

           “Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

           You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

           “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

           “Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

           Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

           “You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

           He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

           Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

           “Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

           “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

           “Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

           And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

           After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

           “You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

           It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

           “You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

           “We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

           “Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

           “You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

           “Only for you.”

           A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

           “We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

           “Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

           “Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

          “Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

          “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

          “Is that a no?”

          “... Look up the number.”

-

-

-

taglist: @90spumkin​ @moon-light-jukebox​ @thebookamongmen​ @pinkdiamond1016​ @itsametaphorbriansblog​ @eldahae​

[gladerscake]

Hungry Eyes

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by the incredible @ultraintrovertedgryffindor 💯 This is a little more heated than all the other imagines I’ve written so far. No smut though! So if you’re not into that kind of stuff, don’t worry, it isn’t actually in there. Enjoy!

For the life of you, you could not focus on your work. As hard you as you tried to keep your attention on what you were supposed to be doing, it was proving to be an immensely difficult task. The surplus of weeds at your feet with their urgent need to be plucked didn’t stand a chance against something much, much more interesting, just across the glade…

You leaned against your shovel as your gaze, for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes, traveled all the way to the builders. Well… one builder, in particular. Your builder.

A familiar warmth encompassed your abdomen with an unsurprising quickness as your eyes landed on Gally.

It has been an especially hot day, the blazing sun making more than a few gladers positively miserable as it made trudging through their workload that much more challenging. The builders seemed to be affected most of all. At some point Gally had slipped out of his shirt, and now, all you could do was watch, with bated breath and skipping heartbeat, as he lugged around massive hunks of wood like they weighed nothing to him.

Gally’s strength never ceased to amaze you. It was something you were sure you would marvel at until the end of time. Of course, his job as the Keeper of the builders demanded a certain amount of physical superiority, but holy shuck, was it something to leave your jaw hanging.

You stared, rather indiscreetly, as Gally’s mouth-watering torso glistened in the sunlight, damp beads illuminating his skin and making it appear as though he was sweating diamond dust. His impressive muscles were on full display, tensing and flexing, the prominent indents of his abs pulling your gaze in like magnets. His burly arms were also nearly impossible to look away from. A small grin crawled onto your lips as you recalled the way those same arms encompassed you in the bed of your shared hut, just earlier that morning. Your boyfriend looked absolutely breath-taking, and the exquisite sight you were currently being gifted with left you frozen, longing, and maybe just a little dazed. If you were to suddenly feel dizzy, it definitely wouldn’t be from the sun. The heat was notable, sure, but it was easy to ignore as your body was pervaded with a heat of a different kind.

“Oh, pick it up, would you?”

Newt’s slightly annoyed British lilt momentarily brought you out of your trance as you snapped your head towards him, returning back to earth. Although, you couldn’t deny, a part of you was somewhat discontent with being returned.

“Pick what up?” Your forehead scrunched in confusion as you peered at your friend.

“Your jaw. And your bloody dignity, for that matter.” Newt scoffed, a thoroughly amused grin dancing on his lips as he had clearly caught you gawking at Gally.

Just a few weeks ago, you would’ve been so embarrassed by that, you’d turn redder than the tomatoes growing in the garden, but ever since you and Gally got together, you have been feeling increasingly less bothered by these things. Why should you feel embarrassed for looking at what was rightfully yours?

You merely gave a small shrug at Newt’s teasing comment, an unapologetic grin tugging at the corner of your mouth “It’s my boyfriend. And I’ll stare if I want to.”

Newt released a hoot of laughter, seemingly not having expected you so casually brushing it off “Oh, alright! And what happens if he catches you?”

Your grin only widened, your stomach bubbling with an involuntary spark of excitement at the thought “I’m sure he’ll be nothing short of thrilled.”

Your twinkling gaze darted towards Gally once again… Only this time, your eyes met.

Your heart jumped up to your throat, your breath halting in your airways as your boyfriend stood tall, hands propped up on his hips while he looked right back at you from his working area, his piercing bluish-green eyes narrowed with palpable interest.

Clearly he had noticed you blatantly checking him out as a borderline cocky smirk etched his lips. Now, that has always been effective in bringing a blush to your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip as you accepted the wordless challenge and didn’t look away, instead responding with a playful grin of your own.

Gally chuckled, purposely flexing his abdomen and sending you a tantalizing wink, causing your cheeks to burn hotter. He knew what he was doing to you, and he was enjoying every second. He loved getting you all flustered, and you, with your pounding heart and pink-tinged skin, made it so easy for him.

Your gaze trailed over his chiseled bare chest, the heat swarming your body beginning to feel more like an ache. The urge to stride right over to Gally, throw your arms around him, pull him close and kiss him senseless, was beginning to cloud your mind… However, it was at that moment that Newt deliberately cleared his throat, forcing you to tear your eyes away from your boyfriend.

Okay, okay, enough of that, for now. You needed to get at least some work done. As yummy as your keeper looked at the moment, you didn’t want your friend getting mad at you for being too distracted.

“Sorry, Newt. I’m back. Promise!” You chuckled, internally commanding your flushed state to simmer down, the blush on your cheeks gradually dispersing, along with the foggy feeling over your head.

“You better be.” Newt shook his head “As fascinating as it is to watch Gally get you riled up from across the glade, I’m not doing all the work by myself.” He stated with an underlying scold, making you feel just a tiny bit of remorse.

“Well, I can’t always help it…” You muttered under your breath, returning your focus to the weeds you needed to pull. The thought of seeing Gally at lunch, in about an hour, graced your lips with a smile. Knowing him, he would have plenty to say to you, after what had just transpired…

-later-

The Lunch bell had rung, calling all the gladers to come grab something to eat, and you were about to make your way over to Frypan’s shack. You were finally done with this one row of carrots, falling slightly behind Newt, who had already left a few minutes prior.

You pulled yourself up from your crouching position, stretching your back and brushing the dirt off of your hands, when you suddenly squeaked, a pair of muscular arms, strong like tree trunks, wrapped themselves around your waist.

“Hey!!” Your surprised cry melted into melodic laughter as you turned your head to your captor.

Gally was grinning from ear-to-ear as he pulled you close from behind, your back pressing fully against his still bare torso, making you feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Hey yourself!” He chuckled, promptly dipping his head into your sensitive neck and peppering it with multiple kisses. It tickled a bit, but the feeling absolutely delighted you, as you slightly tilted your head back against his shoulder. You could feel his lips grinning against your delicate skin as he pressed a final peck to your pulse point and drew back, catching your gaze with his “Did you enjoy the show earlier?”

Of course he would lead with that. You hadn’t had a single doubt. Nonetheless, you pursed your lips, feigning confusion and batting your eyes at him. A picture of innocent cluelessness.

“Hmm? What show, my keeper? I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Gally playfully rolled his eyes, giving your waist a mischievous squeeze “You sure about that? Because I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You hummed, furrowing yours brows as you imitated deep thought before shaking your head “Nope. I’m totally stumped. Not a clue.”

Gally huffed, his openly flirtatious grin unfaltering “Really? So you weren’t staring at me while I was working my ass off under the scorching sun?”

You swallowed a giggle, your clueless expression paving to a little smirk, a fiery glint flickering in your eyes. Fine, you could admit to it. But that didn’t mean you would succumb to his teasing. He’d seen enough of your blushing cheeks for one day.

You feigned a dramatic gasp, pretending to be shocked and mortified “Oh no! You saw that? I thought I had been so subtle…”

Gally squeezed you tighter, holding you so close that you could feel his heart thumping against your back “Didn’t really look like you were trying to be.”

You grinned at him, his captivating eyes nearly making you forget that anything else existed around you “On second thought, maybe I wasn’t.”

Gally hummed in satisfaction. Good answer. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe your were his, and the fact that you were made him feel like the luckiest shank in the glade. His heart leapt every time you melted into him, every time you responded to his teasing with matching energy, every time you showcased that you were just as happy to be his as he was to be yours. Each loving and yearning gaze you sent his way, each brush of your fingers over his skin, each hypnotising kiss you two shared… all of it was electrifying to him, addictive, like sugar.

He cupped your chin in between his two fingers, gently pulling your face closer to his and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You softly moaned against his mouth as you readily kissed him back, just like you had been waiting to do all morning. Your arm reached up and wound itself behind his neck, drawing him in more and being rewarded with an approving grunt from his throat. Gally’s kisses never failed to leave you breathless, he was fantastic at it. You didn’t care that you didn’t have anyone to compare to. You didn’t need to try anyone else to know that he tasted the best.

You whimpered as Gally’s teeth temptingly grazed your bottom lip before he pulled back, licking his lips as he gazed down at you with a near-predatory glow in his eyes. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine at the sight of his dilated pupils and slightly reddened parted lips. He looked so mesmerising…

Despite your body screaming at you not to, you attempted to wriggle out of his tight grasp, the sound of other gladers chattering in the distance reminding you that it was lunch time.

“Don’t get me wrong, I could do this all day, but we really should be heading over to Frypan’s. Aren’t you hungry?” You smiled, tracing your fingers down his jaw, the loving touch doing the opposite of making him want to pull away from you.

With an irresistible smirk, Gally finally whipped you around in his arms, so that you were facing him, his large hands latching onto your hips as he whispered against your lips “Oh, I’m hungry alright… Just not for lunch.”

You yelped as your feet suddenly left the ground, Gally’s strong arms engulfing you and leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around his glorious half-exposed body and hold on tight.

“Gally!” You halfheartedly tried to object, biting back your excited grin “What are you doing?”

The builder snickered, deeply, already turning in the direction of the Deadheads as he held you impossibly close, a devious spark flashing in his eyes.

“Staring like that can get you in trouble, baby. Guess you’re about to find out…”

Tags: @seldomabsent @obsessivelycapricious @ultraintrovertedgryffindor @maraudersimp @lattsgocaps @magnoliabloomfield @sherbertscarrothead-2 @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom @abundantxadorations @izzymultifan @willseyebrows @annoyinglythoughtfuldestiny @anniemylennox @crazysheeplyca @isaacswhore

[etherrreal]

“when you pass out at practice”

Pairing: tsukishima x reader ; kyotani x reader ; aone x reader Genre: comfort-fluff ; drabbles & headcanons Summary: the reader hasn’t been taking care of herself which leads to her passing out at practice  Word Count: 2295 Warnings: fainting, or passing out, from sleep deprivation/not eating/heat exhaustion, some explicit language because i’m an adult A/N: thanks for the fun request! i took a little bit of artistic liberties with the scenario to keep it from being so repetitive so I hope you don’t mind! -Luna

it was rare that you had a beautiful sunny day on a weekend with no chores to attend to or work to complete

so when your boyfriend Tsukishima texted you and asked you to come join him for casual volleyball practice outside, you decided to take him up on that opportunity

however, not even a cap and some cold water could stave off heat exhaustion

Despite it being 95°F and so humid that the air feels thick when you breathe, it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is completely clear of clouds; the sun is shining directly on you as you, your boyfriend, and Yamaguchi head out to practice at the open field nearby Karasuno. The change of scenery was refreshing and even with it feeling just as hot as it usually does inside the school gym, the occasional breeze and lack of sweaty stench was a huge welcomed change. 

There’s very little shade provided by the trees, but you lay out a small blanket under the nearest one anyway. You become the bag and bottle keeper when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hand you their items, your boyfriend dropping it haphazardly onto the blanket while Yamaguchi delicately places it down with a ‘thank you.’ 

You usually don’t get to see Tsukishima practice, seeing as his normal practices run until the dead of night, so it was fun watching them set and serve the ball back and forth. When the occasional ball lands by your feet, you get the chance to enjoy setting it back to them, even if it often falls short or misses the target completely. 

“Thank god you’re not on our team,” Tsukishima teases, as he watches the ball you set fall 6 feet away from him.

“Yeah, because I’d kick your ass. I know I’m a threat, and you should fear me,” you retort sarcastically. Before he turns away to retrieve the ball, you see him crack a small smile at your tomfoolery. 

However, after a few hours of getting up and down repeatedly to send the balls back under the beating sun, your head starts to pound. Your body is radiating so much heat it makes you want to remove your skin. You know it’s just a matter of time before you start feeling physically ill, as well. You loosen your cap and drink some cold water in hopes that it will relieve some of the tension, but you just feel the same.

You decide to lay down on the blanket, cap laid over your face to block out the sun. You don’t know if you passed out or if you simply tuned out everything around you for a bit, but you jump when you suddenly feel something wet and cold touching your neck.

You reach up to swat it away, thinking it was a bug when you hear Tsukishima’s voice. “Stop that. I’m trying to help you, dummy.” 

Relief washed over you to know that it wasn’t a beetle crawling up your neck but instead your stoic boyfriend pressing his plastic water bottle there to cool you down.

“Yamaguchi thought you died,” he brought up suddenly. “He actually ran to the store to get some more water after I told him to stop overreacting.”

You chuckle, picturing Yamaguchi already mourning over your body just because you were lying down with a cap over your face. “It’s sweet that he cares though, in his own weird way.”

Suddenly, the sky and Tsukishima’s crouching figure are in full view as he flicks the hat off of your face, feeling annoyed that you praised his friend and not him. “What do you think I’m doing, huh?” 

“Aww, do you want me to tell you how you’re the bestest, sweetest, most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and that I’m so grateful that you’ve graced me with your help?” you whine in a sarcastic tone, making grabby hands at the tall blond hovering over you.

He slaps your hands away, knowing that if you get your hands on him, you’d squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his hair like you always do. “Well, that’s the last time I ever take care of you.” 

You know he doesn’t mean it and that, if you were ever in some form of peril, he would casually stroll rush to your rescue to make sure you’re okay. You hope that when you look up at him he can see how much you appreciate his efforts.

“Thank you, Kei,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah, whatever.” He sounds dismissive, but you can tell by the scrunched eyebrows and soft look in his eyes as he gazes down at you how much he worries about your well-being, and you’re genuinely grateful to have him be your unofficial nurse. 

you heard from some classmates that your math teacher was seen printing out math quizzes

*cue studious panic*

 you decided to completely skip lunch and use that time in the library to hit the books hard

your stomach was rumbling, your head was hurting, and your vision would become spotty if you stood up too quickly

you completed your quiz at the end of the day, but by then, you were starving and ready to get something to eat

in your panic, you forgot that you were supposed to meet kyotani after school so you could force him to go to practice that day (or else Iwaizumi would have your ass)

he heard your stomach make monstrous noises and when you let him know you hadn’t eaten, he looked more upset than usual to see you not taking care of yourself

“Let’s skip practice and get some food,” he suggests.

“What? So you can skip out on one of the few practices you go to? Absolutely not!” you reprimand.

“But you need to eat.”

“Look at you being a sweet boyfriend who cares,” you tease, watching him roll his eyes like he’s annoyed, but the pink hue dusting his cheeks says otherwise. “I’ll be fine. I should have an extra granola bar in my bag somewhere.” 

"Whatever, if you say so." He turns his body diagonally, a gesture you know means 'walk with me.' Kyotani has never been keen on PDA, but one thing you have noticed is that he prefers for you to walk directly by his side at all times. To others, it may look like he’s uninterested in you, but you can tell by how often his arm brushes yours that it’s his way of showing affection. 

You stroll across campus together, enjoying a quiet conversation with Kyotani about your day thus far. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the gym entrance, already hearing the balls slamming against the ground inside. You both switch out your shoes before walking in, him going to join his teammates and you finding a seat on the sidelines, seeing Iwaizumi give you a thumbs up for your job well done. 

You take a moment to search through your bag for that granola bar you mentioned earlier. After sifting through books, loose notes, and forgotten pencils and pens, you realize you have no snack to tide you over until the end of practice. 

The market is just down the road. I could probably go pick something up and be back quickly.

You wave Iwaizumi over, figuring you’ll tell him your plans while Kyotani is distracted so he won’t follow you out. You see his back turned to you as Oikawa speaks to the rest of the team, gesturing wildly with a volleyball in hand. 

As Iwaizumi gets closer, you stand up and immediately begin to sway. Your vision grows spotted, and your head feels like it’s floating. 

You hear Kyotani yell out your name before everything goes black.

When you wake up, the lights are beaming overhead as you lay in some sort of bed. Once you’re coherent enough, you sit up, looking around to see that you’re in the school nurse’s office. You pick up your hand to hold your still aching head when you notice a very angry Kyotani attached to it, already glaring at you.

Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not quite knowing what to say after you just passed out in the middle of practice.

"I told you that we should've gotten something to eat," he starts, growling out each word.

You shrink into yourself, feeling embarrassed that you've upset him and couldn’t even take care of yourself properly. "I'm sorry, Kentaro.”

He notices you plucking the lint off your shirt to avoid direct eye contact with him. His eyes close as he collects himself, realizing that now’s not the time to lecture you for something you couldn’t have predicted.

He sighs, standing up slightly to lean over your slumped figure, laying a kiss on your temple. He mumbles a quiet apology against your skin, feeling bad for snapping at you when he should’ve been more kind. He’s working on that, slowly but surely.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” he says, holding your hand while you stand slowly from the bed. You wobble slightly, Kyotani quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you. You give him a nod when you’re firmly on your two feet.

“From now on, if you’re hungry, tell me.”

You agreed reluctantly, not exactly wanting him to worry so much but knowing he wouldn’t let you leave without your compliance. 

From then on, he always makes sure to check on you to check if you've eaten or if you need one of the many granola bars he now carries, and while sometimes it's annoying to have him acting like a mother hen, it's also very heartwarming to know that he cares about you that much. Not to mention, he’s saved your ass many times when you have to study overtime for another intense math quiz. 

the end of the semester was coming to a close and you were scrambling to get everything done on time

there weren't enough hours in the day to study for finals, finish projects, complete homework, and also take care of your human needs, like eating and sleeping

so, you just didn't sleep one night, opting to stay up with some caffeine to power through all of your work

at the beginning of the next day, you felt energetic and peppy, but as it went on, the sluggish feeling started to settle in

by the end, you were feeling absolutely exhausted and ready to drop at any moment

however, you still wanted to accompany Aone to practice that day, as it was your favorite part of your week

aone initially insisted that you head home without him, but he realized it might be safer to go with him after practice, just in case you fell asleep on the train

It feels like it takes ages, but eventually, practice begins to wind down, soreness seeping into each and every team member’s muscles after hours on their feet. A few of them are still practicing quick attacks with each other, but Aone is one more move away from passing out from exhaustion.

He walks over to you sitting on the sidelines, watching you take longer and longer between each blink. Yet, when he gets close enough, you still manage to give him a small smile that kicks his heart into overdrive, his face, no doubt, resembling a tomato because of the gesture.

He sits on the creaky folding chair beside you, taking gulps of his water to try to cool himself down. He almost chokes when he feels your head press up against his shoulder, hand resting on his forearm gently. Sitting still as a rock, he tries to take his mind off his cute partner cuddling up next to him.

"We should stop somewhere and pick up some food on the way to the train,” he suggests, doing his best to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Do you want anything specific?"

You're silent beside him. At first, he thinks you're contemplating what to eat, seeing as you're very particular with your cravings. But when two minutes pass, and there's not even a peep from you, he looks down carefully to find you knocked out against his shoulder, face squished uncomfortably and mouth parting with each deep breath you take.

Aone never pictured this happening to him –mostly because he didn't think he'd ever have a partner who'd feel comfortable enough around him– so he didn't quite know where to go from here. He could wake you up to at least bring you home, but if this is the first time you've slept in over 24 hours, he didn't want to deprive you of more necessary sleep.

The only way Aone can think of bringing you home is to carry you all the way to the train station and... Well, that's as far as he manages to get, but future Aone will figure the rest out.

He asks Futakuchi to gather his things for him because he doesn't want to risk waking you. After some light teasing, he hands Aone his packed duffle and helps put on his jacket with minimal stirring from you.

Aone thanks his friend with a nod before turning to you and slipping his arms under you, one beneath your knees and the other behind your back. He freezes when you begin shifting around, but relaxes once you settle into him.

Aone waves at his team on the way out, with what movement he is allowed, and begins his trek to the train station nearby. 

His arms are aching after hours of practice, but it doesn’t matter, because you nuzzling into his neck with an adorable sigh gives him enough strength to carry you halfway across the country if he needs to. 

Written by: Luna

[bill-y]

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄

Peeta Mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part two: Click here, bomburino tortilla pony horse.

Part three: You're here, my guy.

Part four: Click here, amigo

Wattpad acc: L0calxDumbass

It didn't take long before I came home, my mother and brother was already dressed, and I was right, Kunal has been crying.

He immediately lightened up when he saw the bread, pushing the sleeves of my first reaping outfit (which was now his) back in order to munch on it.

"Don't worry, you only have your name once in the pile, you're safe," I reassured him, as I've done many times before.

I smiled, patting his head. My mother glanced at me, but I pretended to not notice. It's been long since we've talked, the last time was a disagreement, a petty one at that. About two years or so?

I honestly surpised myself, how can I go without talking to her for so long. . .?

Another trait my father passed on to me was a short temper, though I never lose my head and scream, but something about her words made me yell. Her face was full of shock when I did that, almost as if I've betrayed her.

"Don't be stupid like your father!" She told me.

My father isn't a stupid man, he was smart. Lady luck just wasn't on his side that day.

I took a bath, scrubbing the dirt and soot off myself. When I saw my clothing my heart stopped. It was my Father's.

It was simple, just as he liked. A white button up tunic, the hems made of elegant gold lace. The pants were loose, with garters securing on the hip and the hems, he never liked tight clothing, just like me.

My eyes went towards my mother, who simply nodded, "After you get dressed, sit down, won't you? Let me fix your hair," she said.

My mouth opened to protest, only to shut itself when she whispered a small, "please," My eyes softened, her voice sounded so guilty, she regretted her words, just as I did. She knew I could get chosen.

But I'm a coward, I don't like apologizing, something I inherited from her.

I nodded, and got dressed before I sat down, just as she told me. She began to braid tiny sections of my hair. I've never been good at it, really, It would always look messy when I did it. So I just looked messy everyday.

But her hands can do magic, it was like she was weaving silk, her hands full of grace and utmost care as she intertwined every strand of hair. I could feel her hand shake a little, as if scared with one wrong touch, I'd shatter like glass.

She used to sew clothing, make various artworks with whatever was in the house. Her hand was naturally delicate, soft to anything she makes contact with.

I bit my lip, none of us wanted to say it. We we're both thinking the same thing, though.

I never really liked cutting my hair, always kept it atleast neck length at best. I don't think short hair suits me at all, though it does get in the way while hunting from time to time.

Once she finished, without a word she pressed her chapped lips onto my forehead, she then walked away, leaving me with a pit of guilt in my stomach.

Such simple words, why can't I just say it?

I sighed, fixing my tunic and tucking it in, the garter snapping back, making me wince a little. It was stupid of me to let go.

I took a deep breath in, mustering all the courage I had to walk towards my brother, who has devoured the entire loaf. "Good?" I asked.

He nodded, a smile on his face, the crumbs falling down. I chuckled, wiping his mouth with my hand.

"You're like a bird, aren't you, little mocking jay?" I said, patting his head again.

He hummed, nodding aggressively, his hair bouncing up and down. I snickered, holding his head still with both my hands. I squished his cheeks together, making his lips form into a duck beak-shape. "Hey, Y/n,"

I rose my brows, humming. "I won't get chosen, won't I?" he asked. I sniffed, shaking my head as I linked our foreheads. "No, no you wont, Nal," I said. "If they call you, I won't let you go, alright?"

"You promise?"

"Of course,"

Soon it hit one in the afternoon, it was mandatory to attend this "festival", unless you're at death's door, that is. I found myself beside Gale, who patted my shoulder for reassurance.

Maybe it was obvious I'm stressed, tense. I'm not worried about myself, I'm more worried of them, especially Kunal. He's only twelve, yet he can still get chosen.

Some kind of festival this is.

I clenched my fists tighter, palms started to go white as I also clenched my jaw.

On the temporary stage stationed in front of the justice building was a podium, three chairs and two large bowls. The district is divided into two sections, jumbled across those two glass bowls, waiting to be picked up.

Twenty of them contained 'Y/n Greyback', one of them contained 'Kunal Greyback'.

There were also bright banners hung up, though I'm sure it was just there to taunt us, it sure worked for me. Everytime I look at it I start feel sick, hatred bubbling in my stomach.

The feeling of claustrophobia began to settle in as people piled into the square, the late comers having to just watch from a monitor instead.

"You alright?" Gale asked, nudging me. I gulped, sighing, "Course, I just —" I turned back, looking at my brother. "Worry of him,"

He gave me a sympathetic look, "He only has one entry, I'm sure he won't be picked," He said. Something I've been saying for such a long time, it didn't help settle my nerves.

"I know," I answered plainly.

We looked towards Katniss' place, beside her was Mardge, who gave me a curt smile and a wave. Out of politeness, I simply nodded back before turning back to the stage.

My hands grew colder each second, by two, when the mayor finally reached the stage, my hands were as cold as a corpse's.

Beside the mayor was Effie Trinket, District 12’s escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit. It looked quite ghastly.

Everyone murmured in worry, for whom was the empty third seat for?

The mayor stepped in front of the podium, beginning to tell the tale of Panem, how the twelve districts lost in the rebellion and now have to face punishment.

The Hunger games.

It was simple, each district would pick two "tributes" to this little game, and then they either kill like a hungry wolf or die like lost cattle.

I gulped, sweat forming on my forehead as I instinctively reached for the end of Gale's shirt. He held my hand, patting it a few times to let me know it would be alright.

He then began to read the victors in every hunger games. In the past seventy-four years, we have had exactly two.

Only one is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, middle-aged man, who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible, staggers onto the stage, and falls into the third chair.

To say he's drunk would be an understatement.

The crowd responds with its token applause, but he’s confused and tries to give Effie Trinket a big hug, which she barely manages to fend off.

The mayor looks distressed. Since all of this is being televised, right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Effie Trinket.

Bright and bubbly as ever, she began to talk. I could feel my blood boiling upon hearing her obnoxious, Capitol accent. I tuned her out, gulping as my hands somehow grew even colder.

Please don't let it be my brother, anyone but him.

"Let's have the first pick, shall we?" She said, her voice at the end of the sentence practically sky rocketing up. She pulled a piece of paper from one of the Glass bowls.

My heart pounded, as if trying to escape my chest. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths in.

"Kunal Greyback,"

My heart stopped. Why couldn't it have been me? I had twenty, TWENTY entries.

I watched as my brother walked past me, his lip quivering, eyes glossy. Oh sweet, sweet Kunal, as delicate as a Lotus.

Kunal, the boy who gathers flowers every morning just for me.

Kunal, the boy who loves pulling on my braids.

Kunal, my dear innocent brother. Afraid of his own shadow.

I felt my own body move, launching myself forward. Gale called for my name, but I didn't care, no. I needed to get to my brother, I made a promise.

"NAL! NAL! NO!" I yelled, desperation evident in my voice as I pushed through the other people. "Y/n!" He screamed back.

Most of then gave me and my brother looks of sympathy, some gossiped. "Greyback," they'd whisper. "Another one bites the dust," they'd continue.

The peace keepers pushed me back, preventing me from reaching my brother.

No, not like this. He's still so young, he still wants to gather lilys by the front of our house, he still wants to create flower crowns for me to wear.

He still wants to breath, to live.

The mayor looked at me, recignizing me almost immediately. He didn't know me, no. Rather, he knew my father, the man he put under the execution block.

Oh mother, I'm sorry it had to be this way. It seems another one of your family members will die at the hands of the Capitol.

"I volunteer!" I gasped, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry.

"I volunteer as a tribute!"

Word count: 1.6k

Tags:

@nin3s

:v

[babbushka]

One more last call thought for you. Given that Lawyer Kylo has a pretty big ego and is also on the dominant side, he might be really into some situations where he gets to show you off, strut around like the power couple you are.

Whether that’s a swanky party or hot ass mirror sex afterwards.

If you feel like even more smutty ideas for him lol!

This really makes me wish he’d been around for Kinktober lol! I can’t tell you how excited I am for this guy! And I personally love the more alpha men!! You always have such good ideas!

Anonymous said:  Could I request #12 (don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks) and #13 (i really don’t care, you still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now) office sexwith lawyer!Kylo Ren???? Thanks enjoy your weekend of sin

1.6k; NSFW (possessive behavior, bathroom sex, unprotected PIV, hate fucking lol)

He’s fashionably late, as per usual. Something about making an entrance has always appealed to Kylo, call it an ego if you’d like. He knows conversation stops when he walks into a room, he knows he sucks up all the attention the moment he steps foot through the threshold – just as he does now, the ballroom stopping to turn and get a glimpse at him, before breaking out into excited chatter.

That’s him, there he is, that’s Kylo Ren.

Everyone, that is, except for you.

You’re in pleasant conversation with some junior litigator, some fresh-faced clean shaven boy probably straight out of law school who keeps eyeing you like a prize to win. Kylo doesn’t like it.

He doesn’t like it one fucking bit.

The ballroom for the charitable fundraiser practically parts like the red sea for Kylo as he plucks a glass of champagne off of a waiter’s serving tray and makes his way to you. Your back is to him, so you don’t see him coming, but the boy does, and his eyes widen when Kylo’s intimidating frame casts a shadow onto his face.

“(Y/N), there you are.” Kylo slips an arm around your waist and puts the glass of champagne in your hand, as if you were waiting for him all the while. The boy doesn’t get the hint yet, so Kylo looks him up and down and tucks you closer to him with a, “Move along, the grownups are talking.”

He excuses himself and leaves, cheeks beet red. Poor kid, Kylo thinks for half a second.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You arch a brow up at him, not making one move to step away from Kylo’s side.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.” Kylo grins at you, putting on the charm that got him so far in his career. It doesn’t get him anywhere with you, not really, but it’s still worth a shot trying.

“Kylo – ” You begin to frown.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He cuts you off and presses his lips to your ear, the ghost of a kiss.

He wants to kiss you properly, wants to do it in front of all these people. They’re staring, every single one of them, staring at how handsome the two of you look together. You’re in a swanky cocktail dress that fits you perfectly, shows off all the things you like most about yourself. Your lipstick leaves a print on the rim of your champagne glass while you take a measured sip, and Kylo finds himself wanting to taste it off your tongue.

“I’m beautiful every night.” You remind him with a deadpan delivery that took Kylo three years to recognize as being playful, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“Who ever said I was nice?” Kylo regards you with a raised brow of his own, and you break into a big grin then, a small victory that Kylo holds close to his chest, riding that win with, “Dance with me.”

The fundraiser is for some charity, Kylo doesn’t even know anymore. His mother put it on, as she always tends to do, and he shows up like a good son. Why you show up, he’ll never know, but the arrogant part of his mind likes to think it’s because you want to see him. You look damn good together, everyone says so, and even if they don’t say it, they think it – Kylo can practically hear their thoughts. Those thoughts are loud now, as Kylo brings you to the dance floor, bright and brassy music filling the air as laughter and conversations and debates all sound around you. He likes having his arms around you like this, so much so that he sometimes forgets how much of a pain in his ass you can be.

“Are you going to stare at me all evening or is there something you wanted to say?” You toy with some of the hair at the nape of his neck, “Must’ve been awfully important to steal me away.”

Kylo’s mood darkens when he remembers the way that boy had been eyeing you, like he was undressing you with his eyes. Kylo was the only one who got to undress you, a possessive flare burning up in his chest.

“I don’t like other men thinking they can have a piece of you.” He settles on finally.

“Oh you’re my keeper now, are you? Funny, I don’t remember agreeing to that.” You muse.

Kylo spins and dips you, pulls you back up and tucks you close to his chest, your lips touching his, noses bumping together.

“Agree to it now.” Kylo murmurs against your lips, just barely hovering over a kiss, his own eyes starting to slip closed.

“No.” You smile, pulling away, a chase.

“Stubborn.” Kylo follows, hungry and willing to play this game. He’s been playing it with you for years, he’s not going to stop now.

“Yes.” You grin, and damn, Kylo thinks you’re beautiful.

“I’d like very much to try and convince you.” Resting his forehead against yours, Kylo pinches your chin and rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, watching as your lipstick stains his fingerprint.

                                                      --------------

Two minutes later he’s got your legs wrapped around his hips in the family-style bathroom, door locked, shut away from the fundraiser down the hall. You’re arching into his touch, your pretty dress hiked way up around your waist, Kylo’s strong hands supporting your hips as his cock pushes all the way into you with deliberate thrusts.

“Yes – that’s – yes, right there.” You encourage, mouth dropped open into a delicious O, lashes brushing your cheeks from the way your eyes have closed from the pleasure.

“Fuck that’s good, oh fuck!” Kylo grunts, teeth clamping down around your neck, sucking and kissing and panting against your throat.

“Shut up, you have to be quiet or else we’ll get caught.” You smack a hand to the back of his neck, threading your fingers up through his hair, scratching at his scalp as you moan and sigh.

Your pussy is wet and tight and hot and Kylo shoves his cock in as far as it can possibly go, until he’s bottomed out entirely inside you, forcing it in deeper deeper deeper with each shallow thrust he makes, not wanting an inch of your pussy to be left untouched. The sounds are lewd, squelching and moaning and the rhythmic thud thud thudding of him pounding into you, Kylo feels drunk.

“I really don’t care, you look so sexy and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” He bites and worries at your throat some more, the restraint something he really has to concentrate on.

It’s easy when he has you at his place, and he can fuck you hard enough that the headboard slams against the wall – but there’s hours of wine-and-dining still, he can’t put you both out of commission so early in the evening and he knows that. Still, it’s hard, hard to hold back when you want each other so badly.

“Ugh don’t be – oh! – don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.” You yank his head back by his hair, and Kylo figures he’ll buy you a scarf to hide the blotchy hickies he’s given you, as he grinds his cock into your cunt, searching for that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Maybe I want there to be marks, maybe I want every John Doe in this place to know who fucks you right.” He grunts and groans out as he speeds up his hips, chasing release. He can feel his stomach tensing, his balls tightening, heat making him sweat inside his six-hundred-dollar suit jacket.

“Kylo,” You let out a hiccupped warning, and he groans again.

“Okay okay, alright, say my name again?” Kylo kisses your cheek, sticks one of his hands between your legs and rubs hard at your clit, matches his thrusts until you’re shaking and gripping his biceps tightly, your head thudding against the mirror as your chest heaves.

What he wouldn’t give to bite at your breasts right now.

“Kylo – I’m so close, so close just a little more just – Kylo!” You come around him, and that sends Kylo nearly over the edge, but he’s not wearing a condom, and he pats your cheek a little to get your attention, your eyes glazed over from pleasure.

“Can I – ?” He asks, wanting to make sure he doesn’t cross a line.  

“Yeah it’s okay.” You nod, and with that permission he thrusts once, twice, three more times in quick succession, and blows his load inside you.

With both of you coming into and around one another, the bathroom feels humid and sweat-slick. Kylo carefully puts your legs down, pulling out of you and grabbing some paper towels from the nearby dispenser to help clean up. Still sitting on the counter, you pull out a compact from your purse that he hands you, and you touch up your makeup, fixing the messed up lipstick and groaning at the series of marks he left on your flesh.

“I still hate you.” You let him know, even though there’s no malice behind it.

“I’ll try harder next time.” Kylo grins, before hoisting you down from the counter and helping you fix your dress so it lays nicely on your pretty thighs once again.

He offers you an arm, kisses you on the cheek one last time, and as if you don’t have his come staining your panties, he casually opens the door for you, rejoining the party and this time, staying right by your side all night long.  

[marlborodean]

spn quotes: season three

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! my favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season one. two.

1. THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN

Dean—

[Bobby: So we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?] Well, sold my soul, got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol. (07:04)

[Tamara: I'm heading back to that bar.] I'll go with her. [Sam: It's suicide, Dean!] So what? I'm dead already! (21:27)

[Envy: You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone? Huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.] (24:46)

[Sam: Think she's gonna be alright?] No. Definitely not. (34:18)

[Sam: What, you got some kind of death wish or something?] It's not like that. [Then what's it like, Dean?] Sam— [Please. Tell me.] We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way, you die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms, there's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you. [How could you make that deal, Dean?] 'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it. [So what, now I live and you die?] That's the general idea, yeah. [Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish.] Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that. [I'm not.] Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. [It's hellfire, Dean!] Whatever. You're alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam, I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell. Huh? (37:12)

Sam—

Look. If we're going down, we're going down together, alright? (27:09)

[Pride: And you...are Sam Winchester. That's right, I've heard of ya. We've all heard of ya. The prodigy, the boy king. Looking at you now, I gotta tell ya.... Don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing now, do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season.] (31:51)

You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore. [Dean: That didn't last long.] Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something? (36:56)

[Dean: I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it.] So what, now I live and you die? [That's the general idea, yeah.] Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish. (37:44)

Misc—

Greed: We're not sins, man. We are natural, human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. (25:32)

2. THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT

Dean—

[Lisa: You can relax.] Good. [I swear you look disappointed.] Yeah, I don't know. It's weird, you know, your life. I mean, this house and kid. It's not my life, never will be. Some stuff happened to me recently, uh.... Anyway, a guy in my situation—you start to think, you know, "I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car?" [I don't know. Ben may not be your kid, but he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. That's a lot, if you ask me.] You know, just for the record, you got a great kid. I would've been proud to be his dad. (26:18)

Sam—

[Ruby: All I know is that it's about you.] What? [Don't you get it, Sam? It's all about you. What happened to your mom, what happened to her friends—they're trying to cover up what he did to you. And I want to help you figure it out.] Why would you want to help me? [I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same, Sam. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I want to help you from time to time. That's all. And if you let me, there's something in it for you.] What could you possibly— [I could help you save your brother.] (40:40)

3. BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK

Dean—

Just Dad. You know, him and his secrets. We spent all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man. (06:20)

Oh wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade. (07:59)

That's what killed your friend. My brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now, if you don't help us stop this thing, then that puts those deaths on your head. Now, I can read people. And I get it. You're a thief and a scumbag. That's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you? (22:46)

So you know the truth about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief? [Bela: I procure unique items for a select clientele.] Yeah. A thief. (29:46)

So you're only after yourself, huh? It's all about number one? [Bela: Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved.] Well, aren't you a glass half-full. [We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride.] I actually agree with you there. (31:30)

The hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that! (36:04)

Sam—

[Dean: She knows what your weakness is. It's me.] (03:32)

[Dean: You're okay, right? I mean, you're feeling okay?] Yes, I'm fine! Why are you always asking me that? (04:04)

No way! That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this! [Dean: It was probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.] (07:45)

4. SIN CITY

Dean—

[Casey: Lose something?] All you demons have such smart mouths. [It's a gift.] Yeah. Well, let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to Hell. [Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead.] Spiritus immunde. Ungo— [Having a little trouble there, sport?] Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote.... [Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should've paid more attention in Latin class.] I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere. [And, apparently, neither are you.] Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and uh, he did pay attention in class. (20:02)

[Casey: You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know.] Well. That's...flattering. I'll be sure to let Sam know when he gets here. (20:58)

So demons take over. I thought the meek shall inherit the earth. [Casey: Oh, according to your Bible. It's only a book, Dean.] Not everyone would agree. [Because it's God's book? Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.] I don't know. I'd like to. (24:59)

[Casey: You're alright, Dean. The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're...you're likable.] A demon likes me. Sorry, I don't know how to respond to that. (29:34)

[Casey: That deal you made to save Sam—a lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't.] It's been kind of liberating, actually. I mean, what's the point in worrying about a future when you don't have one, huh? [Still, a year to live. You're not scared?] No. [Not even a little?] Of course not. (29:50)

Sam—

Oh God. Uh. I'm sorry. That's—just—I think this was just a minor misunderstanding? yeah, okay, um. How 'bout I just—I just leave, 'cause—I'll take these—okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for, uh...you, uh...have a nice day? (17:20)

[Dean: Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and uh, he did pay attention in class.] [Casey: Oh, right, Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.] [Everyone?] [Sure! You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know.] (20:46)

Yeah, I like being able to help people. [Father Gil: Ever think about doing anything else?] Like what? [Hm. Anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things.] I don't know. I like what I'm doing, I guess. [Well, it's your life. Does, um, Dean?] Yeah, Dean. [Does he find trouble often?] Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share. [Hm. Well, it's a good thing he has you. His brother's keeper.] (30:32)

[Ruby: You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There'll be collateral damage, but it has to be done.] Well, I don't have to like it. [No. You wouldn't be Sam if you did.] (39:24)

Misc—

Casey: You don't get it. All you gotta do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win. (23:55)

Casey: What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power? [Dean: You have a God?] Sure. His name's Lucifer. [You mean the Devil?] Your word, not ours. "Lucifer" actually means "light bringer." Look it up. Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels. But God demanded that he bow down before man, and when he refused, God banished him. Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures? [Lucifer's really real?] Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return. [Oh yeah? And, uh, you believe that?] I've got faith. [Hm.] So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours? [Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.] And humans are such a lovable bunch. (26:39)

Casey: [Hell] is a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here? (28:02)

Casey: Sam was supposed to be the grand poo-bah and lead the big army, but he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he? [Dean: Thank God for that.] Again with God. You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown, most of them gunning for your brother. (32:22)

5. BEDTIME STORIES

Dean—

[Sam: I don't understand, Dean, why not?] Because I said so. [We got the Colt now.] Sam— [We can summon the crossroads demon—] We're not summoning anything. [—pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!] We don't even know if that'll work! [Well then, we'll just shoot her! If she dies, the deal goes away!] We don't know if that will work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now are a bunch of "if's" and "maybe's," and that's not good enough! Because if we screw with this deal, you die! [And if we don't screw with it, you die!] Sam, enough! I'm not gonna have this conversation! [Why, because you said so?] Yes, because I said so! [Well, you're not Dad!] No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. You gotta let this go, you understand me? (03:46)

[Sam: Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Just let you go?] (33:26)

Sam—

[Kyle: Those were my brothers. This guy, he killed my brothers. How would you feel?] Can't imagine anything worse. (06:34)

Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please. Listen to your daughter. (29:28)

[Crossroads Demon: Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him.] Watch your mouth. [Admit it—you're here going through the motions, but truth is, you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone.] Shut up. [No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You can finally be free.] I said, shut up. [Huh. Doth protest too much, if you ask me.] (37:15)

6. RED SKY AT MORNING

Dean—

Somebody stole my car?! [Sam: Hey hey hey, calm down.] I am calmed down! Somebody stole my— *nearly has a heart attack* (08:15)

[Bela: He can't be saved in time, and you know it.] Yeah, well, see, we have souls, so we're gonna try. (12:39)

Hey, Bela, how did you get like this, huh? What, did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something? [Bela: I don't know. Your Daddy not give you enough? Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.] We help people. [Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer.] (12:57)

This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so— [Sam: We can crash anything, Dean.] Yeah, I know, but this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining. (21:57)

I'm thinking. [Bela: Don't strain yourself. Interesting, how the legend is so much more than the man.] (23:12)

Screw you. [Bela: Very Oscar Wilde.] (24:32)

So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You're so damaged. [Bela: Takes one to know one.] (38:08)

Hey, listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um...I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon. You know, situation was reversed, I guess I'd have done the same thing. I mean, I'm not blind. I see what you're going through with this whole deal. Me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay. [Sam: You think so?] Yeah, you'll keep hunting. You know, you'll live your life. You're stronger than me. You are! You are, you'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry for...putting you through all this, I am. (38:56)

[Sam: That's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying.] (39:52)

Sam—

[Dean: It was a stupid friggin' risk, you shouldn't have done it.] I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother. No matter what you do, I'm gonna try to save you, and I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, alright? (04:32)

[Dean: Can I shoot her?] Not in public. (09:55)

[Dean: You can't save everybody, Sam.] Yeah, right. S—so, what? You feel better now or what? [No, not really.] Yeah, me neither. [You gotta under—] Just lately I feel like I can't save anybody. (16:24)

[Dean: I can't believe she got another one over on us.] You. [What?] I mean—I mean, she got one over on you, not us. [Thank you, Sam. Very helpful. (31:12)

[Dean: You're gonna be okay.] You think so? [Yeah, you'll keep hunting. You know, you'll live your life. You're stronger than me. You are! You are, you'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry for...putting you through all this, I am.] You know what, Dean? Go screw yourself. [What?] I don't want an apology from you. And by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself. [Oh, well, excuse me.] So would you please quit worrying about me? I mean, that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying. (39:20)

Misc—

[Sam: What'd you do, Bela?] Bela: You wouldn't understand. No one did. Nevermind. I'll just do what I've always done. I'll deal with it myself. [Dean: You do realize you just sold the only thing that could save your life.] I'm aware. (34:01)

7. FRESH BLOOD

Dean—

[Sam: There you are!] Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice. [Nice move back there, Dean, running right at the weapons.] Well, what can I say? I'm a badass. (14:02)

I want you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it. [Sam: Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!] Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office. [So what, you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh, wait. Let me guess. Because uh.... It's because you're already dead, right?] If the shoe fits. [You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your old, stupid kamikaze trip.] Whoa, whoa. Kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja. [That's not funny.] It's a little funny. [No, it's not.] What do you want me to do, Sam? Huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see. What rhymes with "Shut up, Sam"? [Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid.] I'm not. [You're lying! And you may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you.] You got no idea what you're talking about. [Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out and you're still going to Hell and you're freaked.] And how do you know that? [Because I know you!] Really? [Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to since I was four, Dean—studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And I mean, I can't blame you. It's just....] What? [It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause.... Just 'cause.] (28:16)

That's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes? (39:01)

Sam—

[Dean: And how do you know that?] Because I know you! [Really?] Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to since I was four, Dean—studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And I mean, I can't blame you. It's just.... [What?] It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause.... Just 'cause. (29:17)

[Gordon: You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer.] Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice. [I don't.] Yes, you do, Gordon. (34:03)

Misc—

Gordon: We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is, walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna! As soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds: killing you, and killing myself. (34:56)

8. A VERY SUPERNATURAL CHRISTMAS

Dean—

Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa. [Sam: Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember?] (04:57)

Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year. [Sam: Have one what?] A Christmas! [No, thanks.] No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston Market—just like when we were little. [Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know?] What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases! [Whose childhood are you talking about?] Oh, come on, Sam. [No! Just...no.] Alright, Grinch. (05:43)

[Sam: I'm old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.] You don't wanna know the truth. Believe me. [Is that why we never talk about...Mom?] Shut up! Don't you ever talk about Mom! Ever! (07:32)

Why are you the boy that hates Christmas? [Sam: Dean—] I mean, I admit it, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids. [Bumpy?] That was then! We'll do it right this year. (10:24)

Remember that wreath Dad brought home thy one year? [Sam: You mean the one he stole from like, a liquor store?] Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it. (18:30)

[Sam: Alright. Dude. What's going on with you?] What? [I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want to do Christmas so bad?] Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic? [No, that has nothing to do with it.] Then what? [I mean, I just—I don't get it. I—you haven't talked about Christmas in years.] Well, yeah? This is my last year. (18:47)

We have the coolest dad in the world. He's a superhero. [Sam: He is?] Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights 'em. He's fighting them right now. [But Dad said the monsters under my bed weren't real.] That's 'cause he'd already checked under there. (21:20)

Sam—

[Dean: Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa.] Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember? (04:57)

[Dean: Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year.] Have one what? [A Christmas!] No, thanks. [No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston Market—just like when we were little.] Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know? [What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases!] Whose childhood are you talking about? [Oh, come on, Sam.] No! Just...no. (05:43)

Alright. Dude. What's going on with you? [Dean: What?] I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want to do Christmas so bad? [Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?] No, that has nothing to do with it. [Then what?] I mean, I just—I don't get it. I—you haven't talked about Christmas in years. [Well, yeah? This is my last year.] I know. That's why I can't. [What do you mean?] I mean, I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead. I just can't. (18:47)

[Edward: You, mister, better show us a little respect.] Or what? You'll eat us? (29:29)

Here. Take this. [Dean: No. No, that's for Dad.] Dad lied to me. I want you to have it. [You sure?] I'm sure. (37:02)

9. MALLEUS MALEFICARUM

Dean—

I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. [Sam: Pretty much.] It's creepy, you know, it's downright unsanitary! (05:05)

[Ruby: Why are you even a part of this conversation?] Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank! [Oh, right, right! And you care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?] Shut up. [At least let me try and save him since you won't be here to do it anymore.] I said shut up! (19:22)

It tasted like ass. (24:36)

So all of them? Every damn demon, they were all human once? [Ruby: Everyone I've ever met.] Well, they sure don't act like it. [Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is: forgetting what you are.] Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks. [It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit, agonies you can't even imagine.] No, I saw Hellraiser. I get the gist. [Actually, they got that pretty close, except for all the custom leather. The answer is yes, by the way.] Sorry? [Yes, the same thing will happen to you. It might take centuries, but sooner or later, Hell will burn away your humanity. Every Hell-bound soul, everyone turns into someone else. Turns you into us, so yeah—yeah, you can count on it.] There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there? [No.] (35:42)

Sam—

They need to be stopped. [Dean: Stopped like, stopped? They're human, Sam.] They're murderers. (17:49)

[Dean: Are you feeling okay?] Why are you always asking me that? [Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people, you know. It used to eat you up inside.] Yeah? And what has that gotten me? [Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the freaking car and freaking argue about this stuff! You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap.] Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you? [No, I'm not mad! I'm—I'm...I'm worried, Sam, because you're not acting like yourself.] Yeah, you're right, I'm not! I don't have a choice! (20:45)

Look, Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this crap hole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change. [Change into what?] Into you. I got to be more like you. (21:25)

10. DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

Dean—

Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat. [I'm serious, Dean.] No, you're drunk. [I mean, where you're going, what you're gonna become. I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you.] What I've been telling you. [No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you?] (03:16)

You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. I'm not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die, you're like a father to me. You gotta believe me, please! [Bobby: I'm breathing?] Yes! Now take control of it! (22:30)

Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now! (25:59)

Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun. [Nightmare Dean: We need to talk.] I get it, I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare. That it, huh? Kinda like the Superman III junkyard scene—a little mano y mano with myself? [Joke all you want, smartass, but you can't lie to me. I know the truth. I know how dead you are inside, how worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror, and hate what you see.] Sorry, pal. It's not gonna work. You're not real. [Sure I am. I'm you.] I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours. All I gotta do is snap my fingers, and you go bye-bye. [I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you. Like I said, we need to talk.] (30:37)

[Nightmare Dean: I mean, you're going to Hell, and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem! Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now, is it?] Come on, Dean, come on, wake up. [I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.] That's not true. [No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car—that's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket—Dad's. Your music—Dad's. Do you even have an original thought? No. No, all there is, is "Watch out for Sammy. Look after your brother, boy!" You can still hear your Dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell.] Just shut up. [I mean, think about it. All he ever did was train you, boss you around. But Sam—Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved.] I mean it, I'm getting angry. [Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?] Son of a bitch! My father was an obsessed bastard! All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam—that was his crap! He's the one who couldn't protect his family! He's the one who let Mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam! I always was! It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me, and I don't deserve to go to Hell! (33:21)

[Nightmare Demon Dean: You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become! (35:32)

The thing is...I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Hell. [Sam: Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you.] Okay, good. (38:40)

Sam—

[Dean: There you are. What are you doing?] Having a drink. [It's 2:00 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?] I drink whiskey all the time.] No you don't. [What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars. You hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?] It's kinda slim pickings around here. What's going on with you?] (02:50)

I tried, Dean. [Dean: To do what?] To save you. [Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat.] I'm serious, Dean. [No, you're drunk.] I mean, where you're going, what you're gonna become. I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you. [What I've been telling you.] No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you? (03:16)

[Dean: The thing is...I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Hell.] Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you. (38:40)

Misc—

Jeremy: You know what that's like? Not to be able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years. [Sam: And let me guess. That's makes you go crazy.] I just want to be left alone. I just want to dream. (32:32)

11. MYSTERY SPOT

Dean—

[Sam: Twice now, I've watched you die. And I can't. I won't do it again, okay? And you're just gonna have to believe me. Please.] Alright. I still think you're nuts, but...okay. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out. (11:44)

Wait, did he.... [Sam: Yesterday, yeah.] And? [And what?] Did it look cool like in the movies? [You peed yourself.] Of course I peed myself. A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control of his bladder? Come on! (13:05)

Sam—

Twice now, I've watched you die. And I can't. I won't do it again, okay? And you're just gonna have to believe me. Please. (11:44)

[Gabriel: How long will it take you to realize you can't save your brother, no matter what?] (26:17)

[Bobby: Call me, Sam. We can find it together. No one man should take something like this on alone. You hear me?] (30:17)

[Bobby: I thought you'd back down from killing a man.] Well, you thought wrong. Leave the stuff, I'll do it myself. [I told you, I'm not gonna let you kill anyone—] It's none of your damn business what I do! (32:11)

[Gabriel: Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands.] (34:50)

[Gabriel: Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish, Cro-Magnon skull of yours.] Lesson? What lesson? [This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. The bad guys know it, too. He's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.] He's my brother. [Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him.] Please, just.... Please. [I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall.] (35:36)

Misc—

Gabriel!Bobby: You and Dean, you...you boys are the closest thing I have to family. (32:18)

12. JUS IN BELLO

Dean—

[Henriksen: Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place.] (08:20)

It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it's like they're coming right for us. They've never done that before. It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome. (16:37)

[Henriksen: Can you guys beat it? Can you win?] Honestly, I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'. [Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother.] Yeah. (26:00)

[Ruby: This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue.] I got virtue. [Nice try. You're not a virgin.] Nobody's a virgin! No. No way. You're kidding me, r—? You're— [Nancy: What? It's a choice, okay?] Wh— S—so you've never—not even once? I mean, not even.... Wow! (29:18)

Please tell me you're not actually considering this. We're talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart. [Sam: And we're also talking about 30 people out there, Dean—innocent people, who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.] It doesn't mean that we throw away the rulebook and stop acting like humans. I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl who hasn't even been laid. I mean, look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win. [Then what? What do we do, Dean?] I got a plan. I'm not saying it's a good one, I'm not even saying that it'll work, but it sure as hell beats killing a virgin. (31:25)

Sam—

*Dean gets shot.* Alright, don't be such a wuss. (13:54)

[Dean: Who sent 'em?] [Ruby: You didn't tell Dean? Wow, I'm surprised.] [Tell me what?] [There's a big new up-and-comer. Real pied piper.] [Who is he?] [Not he. Her. Her name is Lilith.] [Lilith?] [And she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. Guess she sees him as competition.] [You knew about this? Well, gee, Sam, is there anything else I should know?] (27:32)

So you're just gonna leave? [Ruby: Hey! I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I'm disappointed, because I tried. I really did. But clearly, I bet on the wrong horse.] (32:30)

13. GHOSTFACERS

Dean—

Alright, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean.... [Maggie: Um, I, uh.... Well, yeah. Uh, yeah, I think so.] Oh. (19:31)

[Sam: World just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers.] That's too bad. I kind of liked the show. [Had its moments.] (40:29)

Sam—

Yeah! I mean, it's bizarre how y'all are able to, uh, to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done. [Dean: Yeah, it's a real tight rope you're walking.] (38:56)

Well, um, our experience—you know what you get when you show the world the truth? [Dean: A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both.] (39:08)

Misc—

Harry: Ed.... You gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern. You gotta send him into the light. (32:54)

Ed: Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. (37:15)

14. LONG DISTANCE CALL

Dean—

[Sam: So you two were talking a case?] No, we were actually talking about our feelings and then our favorite boy bands. Yeah, we're talking a case! (04:22)

What if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back? [Sam: What do you mean?] What do I say? (15:28)

[John: Dean, how could you do it?] Do what? [Sell your soul.] I was looking after Sammy, like you told me to. [I never wanted this, never. You're my boy. I love you. I can't watch you go go Hell, Dean.] I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop it. (18:18)

The man is dead, and you're still butting heads with the guy! [Sam: That's not what this is about.] Then what is it? [The fact is, we got no hard proof here, Dean! After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!] Yeah! Well, maybe! You know, maybe that's all I got, okay? (23:16)

I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way out of this. I mean, I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I'm just.... [Sam: Yeah.] I'm scared, Sam. I'm really scared. [I know.] I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, last act of a desperate man. [There's nothing wrong with having hope, you know?] Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. And the only person that can get me out of this thing is me. [Sam: And me.] "And me?" [What?] Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you come back with? "And me?" [Do you want a poem?] Moment's gone. (38:07)

Sam—

[Dean: Wow, you know, you'd think a Stanford education and a high school hookup rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that.] Hilarious. (16:03)

There's nothing wrong with having hope, you know. [Dean: Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know? And the only person that can get me out of this thing is me.] And me. ["And me?"] What? [Deep revelation, having a real moment here, and that's what you come back with? "And me?"] Do you want a poem? [Moment's gone.] (38:46)

15. TIME IS ON MY SIDE

Dean—

[Rufus: You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the gods, I'm telling you.] Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey comes from a plastic jug. (18:08)

[Rufus: I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you.] What makes you so sure? ['Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us, there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming.] (19:05)

[Rufus: You do her ear?] Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable. (21:24)

[Bela: You're not the cold-blooded type.] You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my own parents. (28:20)

Look, this is simple. [Sam: Simple?] To me, it is, okay? Black or white—human, not human. (36:39)

Sam—

[Dean: Are you coming or not?] I'm staying here. [No, you're not. Because I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ-stealing freak.] You're not gonna let me? [No, I'm not gonna let you.] How are you gonna stop me? (15:12)

16. NO REST FOR THE WICKED

Dean—

[Bobby: Ain’t you just bringing down the room?] Well, it’s a gift. [Sam: I’m sorry, so then, what are we supposed to do, Dean?] Look, just ‘cause I gotta die doesn’t mean you have to, okay? We—either we go in smart, or we don’t go in at all. (05:01)

[Sam: Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else!] [Bobby: Sam’s right—] No! Damn it! Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. You guys want to save me, find something else. (05:42)

Oh, I knew you’d show up. ‘Cause I knew Sam wouldn’t listen! But you’re not gonna teach him anything. You understand me? Over my dead body. (10:29)

[Ruby: So you’re just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve hell! And I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones. I wish I could be there to hear you scream!] And I wish you’d shut your piehole, but we don’t always get what we want. (12:25)

Sam, we are not gonna make the same mistake all over again. [Sam: You said that, but what does that even mean?] Don’t you see a pattern here? Dad’s deal, my deal, now this? I mean, every time one of us is—is up the creek, the other is begging to sell their soul. That’s all this is, man. Ruby’s just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it’s paved with, and you know where it’s going. (13:43)

Sammy, all I’m saying is that you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours. [Sam: You don’t mean that. We’re—we’re family.] I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it, too. I mean, what we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go, they’re using that against us. [So, what, we just stop looking out for each other?] No, we stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons. We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, uh…then we go down swinging. What do you think? [I think you totally should’ve been jamming “Eye of the Tiger” right there.] Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too. (14:39)

[Sam: You know, if this doesn’t, uh…. If this doesn’t go the way we want, I want you to know that—] No, no no no no no no. [No what?] You’re not gonna bust out the misty goodbye speech, okay? I mean, if this is my last day on Earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. (19:54)

[Sam: I’m not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean!] Yes, you are! Yes, you are. I’m sorry. I mean, this is all my fault. I know that. But what you’re doing, it’s not gonna save me. It’s only gonna kill you. [Then what am I supposed to do?] Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you, okay? And remember what I taught you. (32:36)

Sam—

We’re gonna get this done. I don’t care what it takes, Dean. You’re not gonna go to Hell. I’m not gonna let you. I swear. Everything’s gonna be okay. (03:21)

[Ruby: Sam, you’ve got some God-given talent. Well, not God-given, but you get the gist.] All that psychic crap? That’s gone ever since Yellow Eyes died. [Not gone. Dormant. And not just visions, either. Why do you think Lilith’s so scared of you?] Right. She’s scared of me. (09:06)

[Ruby: You don’t like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes, like you’re some sort of sideshow freak.] (09:50)

What are you afraid’s gonna happen? This is me. I can handle it. And if it’ll save you— [Dean: Why even risk it?] Because you’re my brother. And because you did the same thing for me. [I know. And look how that turned out. All I’m saying…. Sammy, all I’m saying is that you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours.] You don’t mean that. We’re—we’re family. [I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it, too. I mean, what we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go, they’re using that against us.] So, what, we just stop looking out for each other? [No, we stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons. We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, uh…then we go down swinging. What do you think?] I think you totally should’ve been jamming “Eye of the Tiger” right there. (14:11)

There’s got to be something. There’s got to be some way. What—whatever it is, I’ll do it! Don’t—Dean! I’m not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean! (32:32)

Misc—

[Dean: This is about me and Sam, okay? This isn’t your fight.] Bobby: The hell it isn’t! Family don’t end with blood, boy. (18:50)

[getitinbusan]

Studio Sessions 2

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut. 

these can stand alone but trust me you want to read them all.

Taehyung

The Jimin Collaboration

It was no surprise when Jimin walked into the studio, sometimes he was such a transparent little slut.

He made no secret to you that he was bisexual, however, none of the other members knew. One night in a deep soju imbibed conversation, he had confessed the crush he was harbouring on your boyfriend. In his own words, that made him "the obvious choice" for a three some.

 You were closer to Jimin than any of the other men. Your best friend, closest confidant, and keeper of your secrets, he knew everything about your relationship with Yoongi, probably more than he should. 

"I get a present?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"Isn't that why you're here? I'll bet you ran into Taehyung in the hallway." Yoongi leaned in to kiss your exposed neck, teasing him.

"Baby, should I let Jimin play with you?" His hand ran down your chest and he rolled your nipple under the pad of his thumb. 

You curled into him tonguing his ear and whispered, "it's not me Jimin wants to play with."

Yoongi's eyes sought to make contact with Jimins but instead found his gaze fixed on the floor, "Is that true?"

Jimin's face was flushed, he usually didn't get flustered by his hyung. 

"Jimin's just curious Yoongi, and... you're safe and comforting," you spoke up for him. Yoongi furrowed his brow at you, "and of course you're sexy."

Standing up from Yoongi's lap you made your way to Jimin. Standing behind him you lifted his t-shirt over his head and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting your chin on his shoulder you both starred, grinning at the man in the chair waiting for an answer.

His eyes looked hungry and his hand moved over his growing bulge. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

Getting down on your knees you undid Jimin's zipper and pulled his pants down his thighs. Giving a glance up to ask approval he ran his hand across your cheek and smiled.

Kissing his belly button, down his abs his perky dick stood waiting. It was perfectly Jimin, average in size but firm and so pretty. His hair was closely trimmed and his balls were tight and smooth, begging to be sucked.

Grasping him and stroking his length your mouth wrapped around his scrotum as you made your tongue dance around them. "Fuck Y/N, you feel better than I ever imagined," he sighed his praise. 

You turned to see your boyfriend, his eyes were wild as you crawled in his direction. 

Kneeling before him you placed your hands on his thighs and looked him in the eye, "Do you trust me Yoongi?"

He seemed apprehensive, not with trusting you, he just wasn't sure about what you were asking him to do. 

He nodded in agreement anyway, "I guess we can try it." You looked over at Jimin and smiled, reaching your hand out beckoning for him to come closer.

"Get up so I can take your pants off baby," you instructed your boyfriend. 

The three of you stood together, anxious deep breaths filling the air. Hooking your hand into the waist of Yoongi's jeans you popped the button and pulled down the zipper. Jimin stepped in to kiss you as Yoongi pushed his pants down to the floor. 

You let your hand wander to Yoongi's cock, he may have been unsure, but he certainly wasn't unexcited. Breaking the kiss with Jimin you got on your knees and took Yoongi's cock in your mouth.

The two men stood hesitant until Jimin moved first, placing his hands on Yoongi's face, he tenderly kissed his lips. Yoongi squinted his eyes shut and you were sure he was going to retreat, but he didn't, it was a go. 

You didn't want to give Yoongi any time to rethink, "Jimin, why don't you come down here and have a taste?" Pressing his plush lips onto the skin of Yoongi's neck, he let them hover down his chest to latch onto his excited nipple.

The sensual sigh that left your boyfriend was beautiful, you wanted to hear more. 

Jimin's tongue met yours as it flicked over the head of Yoongi's blushing pink cock. Taking turns you sucked and licked and pumped his shaft until his legs were shaking.

"Why don't you go lay on the couch baby," you encouraged him. Yoongi stretched  across the leather sofa, "come sit on my face Jagi."

While you ground yourself onto his tongue Jimin straddled his hips. Spitting on his hand he pressed his cock against Yoongi's and gripped them both tightly. He began frotting them together, masturbating them both simultaneously.

Your cunt felt neglected, Yoongi was lost in his own pleasure and you were an afterthought. Feeling pangs of jealousy it didn't take much effort to realize you were the third wheel here.

Getting off him you instead sat by his head fingers running through his hair, "does my baby feel good, is Jimin taking care of you?" Words always turned him on, his eyes shut extra tight like he was trying to hold back on his orgasm.

"You look so beautiful, can you cum on Jimin's Cock for me?" He moaned loudly and exploded all over himself, "Jimin why don't you trade me spots so I can clean him up." 

Watching their interaction, Yoongi immediately lapped at Jimin's ass. As you licked the cum off your boyfriend's stomach, you were a little surprised at how eagerly he took to it. "Knees up!"

Cupping his balls you lifted them to gain access to his hole. "Are you going to let Jimin fuck you?" A barely inaudible ummm came from him as he worked Jimin's balls. 

You licked him getting him wet and ready, sticking your tongue in his tight opening. "I can't believe I'm letting you have this Jimin, you're going to have to be gentle, he's never had his asshole stretched out before.

"Oh"…..Jimin stopped mid sentence.

The air went silent, Yoongi sat up solemnly to face you. "Babe," he moved closer, "there's something I didn't tell you."

You and Yoongi had always been very open and honest so it was a little concerning that this was coming up now. "When we were still trainee's.... Hoseok and I…."

You cut him off, "so you lied to me, and you knew?" They both nodded timidly, "Well that's a game changer."

Jimin looked at you, waiting for direction, he knew you were upset. Standing up, you moved away from Yoongi and closer to Jimin, "Don't worry baby, you can still have your fun. I want you to fuck him so hard he won't be able to sit in his stupid work chair for the rest of the day."

Walking away, you took up residence at Yoongi's desk. "Jagi... come back," he pleaded with you.

"No Yoongi, now it's my turn, I want to watch you get fucked. Don't be rude to Jimin he's waiting."

Getting back on his hands and knees he presented himself to Jimin.

Putting his face in close, Jimin gathered his salvia and forcefully spit it on Yoongi's waiting ass. Pumping his shaft he pushed it into him and both men moaned at the pleasure.

You sat and watched as Yoongi once again forgot your presence. He rubbed his cock furiously as Jimin pummeled him from behind. You could see red marks developing from where Jimin dug his nails into his snowy flesh. 

He gripped harder as he got closer to his climax, "I'm going to cum hyung...are you going to cum for me again?" And they both did, Yoongi's cum all over the couch, Jimin's cum dripping down Yoongi's thigh.

Gathering his things Jimin knew he should leave and let you two talk.  He kissed your cheek on the way out, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

"Are we going to talk about this?" 

You shook your head, "Nope"

"Sweetheart I'm sorry…"

"You've got work to do Yoongi, and so do I." He reached for your hand, and you let him.

"I really don't think it's fair that you got to fuck Jung Hoseok and I didnt."

He smiled, realizing happily that you were still playing his game, god he loved you. "So that's my punishment? 

You shrugged,"I think we need to even the playing field…"

"There's no way! You'll never get Hope to break my trust or Joon for that matter. In fact I'll make you a bet, If you can get them to fuck you, I'll let you have Jungkook."

Smiling from ear to ear you picked up your phone, "Hey Hobi, I'm working on a birthday surprise for Yoongi. Do you think you and Joon could meet me in the practice room in 20 mins? I need your help with a video so make sure the cameras are set up."

You hung up the phone and started to get dressed.

As you were leaving the genius lab you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi, "You'd better warn the Maknae he's on deck" 

_______________________________

J-Hope & Joon

Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

[wreckofawriter]

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't. 

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!" 

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line. 

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most. 

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could. 

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red. 

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements. 

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible. 

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else.  It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned. 

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her. 

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated. 

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual. 

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it. 

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl. 

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face. 

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse. 

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed. 

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.." 

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing. 

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing. 

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!" 

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room. 

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!" 

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry. 

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room. 

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled. 

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street. 

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future. 

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them. 

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory. 

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold. 

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door. 

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black. 

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly. 

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins. 

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?" 

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!" 

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes. 

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?" 

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him. 

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened. 

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't." 

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back." 

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p. 

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled. 

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities. 

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll. 

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth. 

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head. 

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die." 

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles. 

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence. 

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back. 

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell. 

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head. 

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed. 

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?" 

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!" 

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside. 

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later. 

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware. 

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner. 

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad. 

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school. 

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement. 

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream. 

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast. 

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows. 

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat." 

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled. 

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you." 

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger. 

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin. 

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back. 

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs. 

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him. 

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!"  You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away. 

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black. 

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life. 

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there. 

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt. 

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open. 

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs. 

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could. 

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where. 

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity. 

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip. 

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp. 

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up. 

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him. 

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you." 

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him. 

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually,  pulling away from the boy slightly. 

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face. 

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips. 

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince. 

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you. 

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot." 

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore." 

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?" 

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend. 

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home. 

"Let's get you a drink." 

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks. 

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself. 

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips. 

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort. 

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!" 

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised. 

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach. 

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober. 

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form. 

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building. 

"I don't want to go home." You pouted. 

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed. 

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you. 

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically. 

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled. 

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly. 

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back. 

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest. 

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake. 

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace. 

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak. 

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him. 

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again. 

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you" 

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies. 

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you." 

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you. 

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him. 

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together. 

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words. 

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside. 

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

Part 2

Masterlist

[honey-subs]

im the person that said abt the emperor au yoongs 😳 so like idk im not a writer but what if like y/n was like a badass trained fighter and yoons then saw how y/n had a lot of strength and wanted her to be his empress or sum shit like that, and yunki goes to tell his bodyguards (???) to bring y/n to his palace. and then yunki realised that he saw y/n was like a rlly cool ass bitch and he just feels small n subby once he sees her JSJJD this is a mess lmao, and also you dont have to answer this!

Emperor - Min Yoongi

*they included a part two* (2) more emperor yoon idea cuz im a hoe ✋🏻✋🏻 so like he sees y/n and then decided to give himself to him and brings y/n too his ahem bedroom and then yknow yknow ;)) NDJDJDN im crying laughing im so bad at explaining.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⤷pairing - yoongi x reader

⤷genre - smut, fluff

⤷summary - min yoongi needed an empress but none of the ones he met suited his interests, until he met you.

⤷warnings - kingdom!au, slight slow burn, fluff, angst, slight somno, hanjobs, teasing, dirty talk, mentions of wet dreams, this is like 90% plot, and 10% smut. enjoy though.

⤷also, this is probably the LONGEST thing i’ve ever written on here, and idk how much i like it. it’s awkward in some spots but enjoy.

⤷i changed it a bit, hope this is okay!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(this yoongi but with short black hair)

yoongi always hated being emperor. since he was a child and learned that he would soon take over the kingdom, he resented it. he had no interest in it, but after his father died, he had no choice but to become emperor, and he hated every second of it.

today was like all the other days through the first week in the month. yoongi was forced to sit in his throne, watching a line of hundreds of women came through, wanting to be his empress, some were forced to go as they were available and not with anyone yet, but most truly wanted to be over the entire palace.

all of the girls were the same, timid and shy. they all wore the same thing as well, long, elegant dresses with their finest of jewels and gold on. with a wave of his hand, he sent them off with a flick of his hand, barely even looking at them anymore.

but, there was one girl that happened to catch his eye. he was too busy waving off the other girl, but just as he turned to look at the line of girls again, you came up. he’d never seen anyone in the palace like you before. you were the complete opposite of all the rest of the girls, you weren’t timid or shy, in fact, you seemed confident, and sure of yourself. you also didn’t wear any revealing, long, or elegant dresses. you wore — what most common women would consider to be outlandish— jeans, and a pretty blouse with heels that made sure you were seen.

he put his hand back down upon looking at you, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “what’s your name?” he asked. this shocked everyone else in the throne room. it even shocked the line of girls standing behind you. “y/n, sir.” you told him. he smiled. your voice was loud, it wasn’t soft, it was almost dominating in a way. he liked that. “guards, i pick her.” he voiced, looking at you with a small smile.

you were shocked even yourself. you’d came to the kingdom as a joke, and you’re going to be crowned empress within the day. “y-you’re sure, emperor?” the guards asked, taking small steps towards you. “absolutely positive.” he said. still staring at you.

“everyone else out, i’ve found my empress!” yoongi told the long line of girls. some where in shock, but still walked away never the less. then, once everyone was gone, it was simply you, yoongi, and two of his best guards in the room. “please, make her comfortable in my room? i’ve got a few things to finish first, but i’ll be there in a minute.” he ordered, the guards. one of the guards smiled at you. “follow us, miss.” he told you, leading you out of the throne room and into the wide halls. they took you past the kitchen, dining room, and living room, all the way to his bedroom.

they opened the door for you, and you stepped in, allowing yourself to be amazed. his room was the size of your entire cottage. “we’ll be outside of the door miss, if you need anything. also, you can take your heels off if you’d like, emperor won’t mind.” he says, a small smile playing at his lips.

“thank you, sir.” you told him, taking off the heels. he closed the door behind him, and you immediately looked around the room, looking from corner to corner at the amazingly elegant room. diamond chandeliers we’re on the ceiling, glowing slightly as light illuminated them. the bed was possibly the most beautiful; it was undeniably huge. the bedspread was absolutely gorgeous. you sat onto the bed, sighing softly at how soft it felt. slowly, you sat farther into it, moving so that you were at the top between the plentiful pillows with your legs crossed, taking in everything.

your ears perked as you heard light footsteps. the door opened to reveal the emperor. “are you okay?” he asked once his eyes landed on you. “i’m fine, just taking it all in, emperor.” you told him, scooting over on the bed to make room. for him. “i realize the could be a bit much and overwhelming, so i apologize for that. and please, call me yoongi,” he told you, trying to get you to relax and make you comfortable. “may i ask you a question?” you asked, slowly letting your guard down. “always.” he said.

“why did you pick me?” it was an honest question. you weren’t like any of the other girls there. “because you were different, confident, and sure about yourself.” he shrugged. “everyone else was the same, but you weren’t and that intrigued me.” he explained. you nodded your head. “you’re really nice, yoongi. not at all how everyone paints you.” you told him. he looked down. “thank you, people paint me as mean or ungrateful.” he said. you urged him to continue. “it’s not that i hate it here, i just- if i was going to become emperor, i wanted to do it by myself. not be born into it.” he said.

“i understand that completely.” you empathized. “i’m not mean, i just don’t like to talk a lot and people perceive that as me being mean.” he explained. you nodded, finally understanding. “are you hungry or anything? do you want to do something? or do you want to stay here and talk?” he asked, changing the subject. “i don’t have any clothes here, could i get tailored for some while we talk?” you countered. “sure.” he got out of the bed himself, and helped you out soon after.

the both of you talked some more as you walked down a hallway, the guards following close behind. he led you to a room, and when you walked in, the shelves were wracked with clothes of all sorts and colors. there was a small lady there as well, hanging some of the clothes up on racks. she heard the door open and turned towards us. “hi, sir. how may i help you today?” she asked, bowing. “i assume you’ve heard the news, rose? this is the woman i’ve chosen to become my empress. i need her to be tailored...?” he asked the woman called rose politely. she nodded her head, and pulled you towards the stand.

yoongi let his hands drop as you pulled from his arms. rose began getting measuring tape and pins. without being asked, yoongi turned away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you silently thanked him as you allowed rose to undress you and, wrap the measuring tape around your stomach, your chest, and your hips. “is there anything else we could do after this?” you asked to break the silence. “always, we could sit in on the guards practice, it’s usually entertaining.” he chuckled at a memory. “or we could eat or simply watch tv. whatever you’d like.” he said, and you could just about hear the smile in his voice.

“could we sit in on the guards?” you asked, still slightly reserved. “of course.” he affirmed. “alrighty dear! i have your measurements! i’m sure, if i go ahead and get to work, i can have some clothes made for you by tomorrow!” she said with a smile, helping you down from the tiny step. “please, rose, take your time.” you said. “i don’t want to overwork you.” she seemed shocked for a tiny second before hugging you and looking over your shoulder at yoongi. “i like her, she’s a keeper.” she pulls away from you with a warm smile. yoongi smiles back at her, a knowing glint in his eye.

you give rose one last smile before linking arms with yoongi, and walking out of the door. “the armory is down the hall, we can sit in with the guards if you’re still interested.” he offered, allowing you to walk in step with him. you nodded your head, allowing him to lead you down the hall.

yoongi stepped into the armory first, and then you, people immediately smiling when they saw the two of you. the bowed to you politely, and then went back to their training. you and yoongi sat on the side on a small bench, and you watched with excited eyes as they practiced with guns and knives.

yoongi took a moment of you letting your guard down to truly admire you. he liked how your eyes twinkled in excitement whenever a guard got a bullseye, or the way your lips upturned whenever you spotted the guards competing. he admired your features at well, like your lips, your eyes, your pufffy cheeks. he found himself with a smile on his own face as he watched how excited for you.

he wasn’t expecting you to turn to him so quickly, so when you did, he looked away with a blush. “may i try?” you asked, excitement laced in your voice as you practically bounced on the seat. “of course, y/n. this is now your palace as well.” he said, the link blush still on the tips of his ears. you stood up and went towards on of the guards, asking to try yourself.

the guard handed over the knives with a bow, and stood behind you as he watched. taking a deep breath, you stand in center with the target before picking a knife to throw. you build your stance, and, as everyone watched, you threw the knife hitting it perfectly in the center of the target. you smiled, and began throwing the other knives with deadly precision.

you looked around after you were finished, and their jaws dropped — even yoongi’s. amazed, the guard handed you more knives to throw. yoongi began to admire more things about you. the way your hands flexed as you threw the knives, how your muscles and arms flexed even more when you threw them. yoongi felt a blush rise to his ears as he wondered what else you could do with your hands....

he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts once he saw you coming over. ���i didn’t know you were good with knives.” he voiced, nudging you a little. “yeah, it was my occupation before. i was a bounty hunter, so i’m good with knives, guns, bows, and a lot of other tools.” you said with a slight laugh. “it’s nightfall. i hadn’t realized.” he mumbled, “would you like to sleep?” he asked, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.

“yes, actually. i’m still slightly overwhelmed, so i’m sure some sleep should calm me down.” you said, following his movements as he stood up. you still didn’t know your way around the palace, so you let yoongi lead you. when the both of you made it to the bedroom, you were still in awe at how grand it was.

“i realize you don’t have any sleeping clothes, would you like to sleep in my shirt and a pair of briefs?” he asked, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. “yeah, that’ll be fine until tomorrow.” you tell him, going to get the things from his closet. he goes into the bathroom as you change, going to change into his comfortable clothes himself.

once he comes back, he’s removing the extra pillows from the bed. “tomorrow will be even more overwhelming, so i apologize for that.” he says, peeling back the sheets. “with the crowing, the kingdom meetings, and a lot of other things.” he explains.

you begin to get into the bed with him, facing him as the both of you talked. “everyone will be wanting to know what my next moves are with you as my empress.” he sounded tired already at just the thought of all the activities for tomorrow. “maybe it’ll go by fast, and besides, now it won’t be so boring because i can keep you company.” you attempt to soothe him. he smiles, and you yawn. “sorry.” you apologize. “don’t be sorry. we have a long day ahead of us, get some rest.” he tells you before leaning over to turn off the light. the both of you laid like that for a while, comfortable silence surrounded the both of you. it wasn’t awkward as it probably should’ve been; yoongi made you feel comfortable.

you drifted off to sleep first, cute little snores leaving you mouth. yoongi, however was up, as thoughts of previous events filled his head. he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you handled the knives, how dominant and strong you looked at you did it, how your hands and muscles flexed. he tried to rid himself of those thoughts, but instead went to sleep thinking of you.

─────────────────

you woke up to the sound of whimpering and whining, an arm around you, and something pressed against your thighs. you blinked your eyes open to see yoongi, rutting pathetically on your thigh. he seemed to still be sleep as he whimpered, and continued to grind.

being your lip, you contemplated in your head. ‘should i do something...?’ you were reluctant as you gently pushed him on his back, looking intently as he continued to sleep. you were about to touch him but stopped all your movement when you heard your name fall from his lips. “y-y/n...” he mumbled again, hips subtly bucking into the air. “he’s thinking of me?” you thought, a smirk crossing your face.

“yoongi..” you say, leaning close to his ear as you trailed a single finger down his arm. his eyes fluttered open, and almost instantly, he began to blush. “i saw you were having a good dream.” you teased, watching as he got even more red. “i’m so, so sorry i-“ he began to apologize. “what were you thinking about that has you like this, baby boy?” you asked, hands roaming further and further down. he continued to stay silent. “you gripped his jaw with your freehand. “i believe, i asked you a question.” you told him. in that moment, he felt so incredibly small as you touched him. “i-i was thinking about you.” he finally admitted.

“thinking of me doing what?” you continued to tease. “t-thinking of you t-touching me.” he said. you let your hands go to his boxers, cupping him through the material, and he groaned. the red blush never left his cheeks as he hid his face. “was i touching you here?” you asked, palming him slowly. “y-yes, fuck-“ he cursed, hips already bucking into your hand. he whimpered, and you felt the front of his boxers become wet with precum.

you pulled down his boxers, and from there his cock stood at attention. it was glistening with precum as more and more dribbled down in small beads. “please?” it was yoongi’s voice as he pleaded for you to do something. deciding not to tease him any farther, you wrap a hand around him, leisurely moving it up and down. the moment your hand touched his cock, he moans so heavenly.

“k-kiss me, please?” he asked, timely, hips moving into your fist. you decide to reward him and give him what he wants, leaning down to attach your lips with his. your lips moved in soft rhythm, there was a fight for dominance, he allowed you to do what you wanted. he moaned and whimpered into your mouth as he got closer. you pulled away, moving kisses from his lips to his neck, immediately sucking hickies into his skin.

“please, y/n. i’m so slose.” his voice was so whiny and pleading. “you can come whenever you want.” you told, him, hand moving faster to bring him to the edge quicker. his cock twitched in your hand, and on,y moments later, he came. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” he mumbled, hips still grinding against your hand, cum getting on the small of his stomach and your upper hands.

you let him ride out his orgasm, and pulled away. yoongi immediately hid his face. you reached over him,and grabbed some tissues to clean the both of you up with. you removed his soiled shirt, and pulled him close to you as he hid his face in your neck.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, soothing his back. “i had a wet dream about you, and you were forced to help me.” his words were muffled, but you understood them. “it’s okay baby, and trust me. i wouldn’t have helped you if i didn’t want to.” you told him. pulling away so he’d look at you. the blush on his cheeks was going down slowly. “you don’t mind me being submissive?” he asked, moving closer to cuddle with you. “of course not. i like the subby side of you.” you admitted,he simply smiled against your skin.

“go to sleep now, yoon, we have 5 hours until our meetings.” you tell him and kiss his forehead. you lean over to turn off the light, and pulled yoongi closer to you as you drifted asleep with him laying comfortably in your arms.

[survey--s]

150.

Which fictional character can you not stand?   Cinderella, lol. I remember always finding her a bit wet, but I suppose she’s a product of her “time” in that respect.

What was the one subject in school that frustrated you because you just couldn’t process it?   Maths. I could never quite grasp algebra or geometry and as a result I mostly tuned it out and ignored it. I don’t quite know how I managed a B.

What do you spend too much money on?   Scented candles/wax melts.

What’s the weirdest compliment you’ve ever gotten?   I honestly have no idea.

What is an occupation that you would like to do just for one day if you had the chance?   Working as head keeper at a zoo - ideally with big cats.

What do you think people have an unnecessary stick up their ass about?   A lot of things. People seem to be so easily offended these days,

What common advice do you think never works?   "Just give it time” - it’s just a platitude. Yes, time CAN help but generally you need to work and do things to try and improve your situation too, you can’t just sit and around and hope things get better.

What’s the best movie without a happy ending?   The Road doesn’t have a particularly happy ending.

What is something you think is actually better about today’s generation?   Hm, as a general rule people are more open-minded (especially when it comes to things like race and sexuality) BUT I’ve also noticed that anyone who doesn’t automatically agree with the current narrative gets shamed and slammed on social media which I think is horrendous and it’s really put me off some people as I don’t trust that they won’t turn on me and shame me if I disagree with them in the future.

What movies has a worse love story than Twilight?   I mean, most romantic films have pretty appalling storylines.

What seems obvious to you that doesn’t seem to be for other people?   That it’s okay to not want children. 

If your partner in the zombie apocalypse was the main character of the last movie you watched, would you survive?   I’m watching Lord of the Rings so I suspect most of the characters on there could be quite helpful if necessary, lol.

What’s the worst episode of your favorite TV show?   I’m not really a fan of any of the episodes of FRIENDS after Monica and Chandler get married, but I especially hate the one where Joey tries to learn French. He was NEVER that stupid in the early seasons. They ruined his character by “flanderising” him and it sucks.

You can pick two artists to do a song together, dead or alive, but they have to be from different genres. Who do you pick and why?   Hmm, I have no idea. Dolly Parton and Leonard Cohen maybe, just because they are SO different lol.

What is something you would never buy again, even if you were rich?   A terraced house.

What do you do regularly despite it being considered very unhealthy or unsafe?   Eat too much junk food.

What is something that most people find attractive in a person that you find unattractive?   I don’t really know. I don’t like man buns, hahah.

Do you ever use facial masks or scrubs?   Not really. I like the idea but they’re not something I’d ever actually do in practise, really. It just never crosses my mind.

What do you think of the recent trend of adult coloring books?   I mean, go for it if that’s what you like? I have a few of them but I haven’t really sat down and coloured anything since the first lockdown. Mike does adult paint by numbers which are pretty good too.

Which fictional character do you think you’d be great friends with?   Alice from Alice in Wonderland, and maybe also Luna Lovegood.

What would you do if you found out your toys came to life similar to Toy Story? I’d apologise for all the shit they’ve seen and put up with, ha.

Do you own any cook books? Nope.

Is there anything that you’d like to eat right now?   I’m not sure what I fancy to eat but I am kind of hungry at the moment.

What book are you currently reading?   I’m not reading anything at the moment.

What is something that you believe in, but aren’t very outspoken about?   I’m not very outspoken in general as it typically always leads to confrontation and that makes me really uncomfortable.

do you think weird it’s for someone to have never tried soda?   I mean, it’s a little bit weird to have NEVER had any kind of fizzy drink, yeah. I can understand not liking them but most people will have at least tried something, surely?

is there any foreign film you recommend?   Amelie.

do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents?   Well, in the sense that none of us are religious, yeah.

which floor of your house/building are you on now?   I’m on the ground floor.

are there any maps hanging in your room?   No. Mike has loads but they’re all folded up.

are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you?   No, but then I don’t really socialise much unless I know i’ll be comfortable with the people there.

what’s the last dvd you bought?   I haven’t bought a DVD of any kind for years.

tell me about your favorite pair of jeans.   I have two pairs of skinny jeggings from George. One black and one blue. They just fit really nicely, wash well and are really comfortable too.

would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?)   I’ve been on the back of one but it wasn’t really for me.

is your hair healthy?   It’s better than it was. I really need to get rid of my split ends but I keep forgetting to sort it whenever I wash my hair.

if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order?   Waffles with bacon, creme freche and maple syrup and a large coffee.

how often do you take a train?   I haven’t been on a train since about 2018. 

what’s your favorite led zeppelin song?   Stairway to Heaven is the only one I really know.

does your home have a balcony/deck/porch?   No, we have a back garden. I’d LOVE to live somewhere with a balcony though ideally overlooking the sea.

what does your closet/wardrobe say about you?   That I dress for comfort more than anything else.

do you enjoy theatre?   Yeah, definitely, though I’ve not been to see anything for years now.

how would you feel about traveling abroad alone?   I’ve done it before - it was scary but I had a great time. I’d do it again but I’d obviously prefer to go with my husband if that was a choice.

who would you call a lyrical genius?   Paul McCartney, George Harrison.

how do you treat yourself?   Buy wax melts, get the odd fancy coffee, take time off and say “no” occasionally.

do you have an interesting passport?   I don’t have a current passport, but everyone thought my Australian passports were interesting as they were full of stamps.

are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy?   I did, eventually.

what happens to your old clothes?   I donate them to charity.

what’s your favorite frozen treat?   Good quality ice-cream.

who supports you financially?   Mike and I support each other.

if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there?   I’d have to drive. The nearest is about 25 miles away.

how many pillows are on your bed?   Four pillows, two cushions.

would you pay more for organic food?   I can’t afford to pay more for organic food. I’m really not convinced by any of the benefits, either.

have you ever had a crush on a sibling’s friend or a friend’s sibling?   Yeah.

do you prefer being awake after everyone goes to bed or before they get up?   I like getting up before everyone and having some time to myself so I can wake up in peace.

do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?)   No and no.

how would you make friends in a quiet class?   I probably wouldn’t, in all honesty.

are you generally a quick learner? Yes.

what’s your favorite spot to read?   Either curled up in bed or outside in the sunshine.

did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists?   Yes.

do you save tickets from movies, etc.?   Not anymore, no.

without looking him up, who was jim morrison?   The singer from The Doors.

when’s the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered?   We painted it about four years ago.

teach me something in another language. Cosa mangia? Means “what are you eating?” in Italian.

what type of music do you like and why?   All sorts and because it appeals to me, I guess?

if you randomly want to eat something in the house, do you eat it or wait?   Depends on my plans for the day.

who knows the most about you (besides yourself)?   Mike.

do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking)   I bite my nails sometimes and play with my hair a lot too.

how’s your favorite pro sports team doing lately?   I don’t have one of those.

would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling?   In some ways I think I would be, but not so much in others.

[cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale]

Hazards of Lying

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: Draco and the Reader have been in a secret relationship for a while. But what happens when she gets injured during a Quidditch match and their relationship is outed?

Tags: Swearing, Fluff, Potter!Reader, Gryffindor!Reader, Protective!Draco, She/Her Pronouns, Female!Reader, Slight AU, Canon Divergence, Godfather!Sirius Black, Sirius raised Harry and Reader, Harry’s Twin!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Sick!Reader, Injured!Reader, Secret Relationship, Happy Ending, Quidditch (Idk if that’s a warning)

———————————————————————

“Ready to get your butt whooped Malfoy?” You tease your boyfriend of two years, Draco Malfoy, as you pull him into an empty classroom.

“I think you really ought to be asking yourself that Potter.” He responds cheekily, giving you a quick peck on your pouting lips.

“Watch it Malfoy,” you warn, before a cough rakes through your body.

“Love, are you alright?” He asks with concern lacing his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine it’s just a little cold,” you lie. You didn’t want to tell Draco the truth about just how shitty you were feeling. He would find a way to make you sit out the match. Not for nefarious reasons, of course, he just wanted to make sure you were ok. But you couldn’t let your team down, especially your twin brother Harry. It was Harry’s first year as Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and you wanted to do all you could to make sure it was a successful one.

“You sure you’re good to play today?” He presses, eyeing your rundown form suspiciously.

“Scared you’re gonna lose Malfoy?” You quip trying to get his mind off of your health.

“Not in the least Potter. I’m merely concerned about my girlfriend’s well-being.” He tries to make the reply come off as playful, but you can hear the edge in his voice.

“I’m fine, Draco. I’m great actually seeing as how I’m about to kick your sorry arse in Quidditch.” You taunt, with a playful smile spreading over your face. 

“In your dreams Potter.”

“You always are.” You reply with a wink before giving him another quick kiss. 

“I gotta go meet Harry and the others for breakfast. I’ll see you down on the pitch. Wanna meet up after the match?” You ask as you walk back to the door.

“Sure, Room of Requirement? 8 o’clock?” 

“Sounds good. Love you Malfoy.”

“Love you too Potter,” he replies with a wink. You exit the classroom and head towards the Great Hall to meet up with your twin brother and your friends.

———————————————————————

GREAT HALL

“Ready for the match today, Y/n/n?” Harry asks as you sit down beside Hermione, across from Harry and Ron (who was already piling food onto his plate).

“Born ready brother.” You reply, grabbing a small muffin. You were hoping that picking at the muffin would prevent your brother and friends from noticing your lack of appetite.

“You feeling ok Y/n/n?” Hermione asks after a while of you just picking at the muffin. Damn Hermione and her astute observation skills.

“Yeah, I’m just not very hungry. Pre-game nerves.” You lie. Harry’s eyes narrow and he eyes you closely.

“You’ve never been nervous before. You’ve been playing since second year.” He points out, watching your reactions carefully. 

“Well it’s the first game of the season and it’s the first time without Wood. It’s just different this year.” You can tell Harry and Hermione don’t believe you. And Ron was too busy with his food to pay attention. Thankfully Harry and Hermione let it go for now.

———————————————————————

QUIDDITCH LOCKER ROOM

By the time you had made your way down to the pitch, you were feeling ten times worse than you had when you first woke up. Your head was pounding, your stomach was churning, and you felt like you were going to pass out any second. But you couldn’t let your team down, so you forced yourself to push through.

“You ok Girl Potter?” George Weasley asks you when you walk into the locker room.

“Yeah, you’re not looking so hot,” Fred concurs when he takes in your haggard appearance.

“I’m fine guys. Let’s just go out there and kick some Slytherin ass.” You reply.

“Must be ok, she’s still so feisty.” Fred teases with a wink before Harry walks in.

“Alright team, it’s the first match of the season. I know there have been a few changes this year and we haven’t played a real Quidditch match in over a year, but I believe in us. This is our year to win the Quidditch Cup! So let’s go out there and crush Slytherin!” Harry encourages and the team cheers excitedly. You feel yourself sway a little when you join in but push it aside. You were not going to let your team down, let Harry down.

“Let’s head out then team!” Harry instructs and you all follow him onto the pitch. 

Once everyone is in position Madam Hooch gives her usual speech about keeping it clean and then she blows her whistle and throws up the Quaffle. Katie wins the face-off and passes you the Quaffle. You speed off towards the goalposts and fake out the Keeper before passing the Quaffle back to Katie, who scores right after. Your head was pounding even harder and you felt incredibly woozy. But you tried to shake it off, you were not going to let the team down.

“You good?” George mouths as he comes up next to you. You sure as hell weren’t good but there was no way you were going to admit it so you merely nod in response. 

By the time Gryffindor had scored a total of 90 points, you were ready to fall asleep right then and there. You were so worn out but you weren’t ready to give yet. You just hoped Harry would find the goddamn snitch soon. You were so out of it you didn’t even notice the Bludger that almost knocked you out of the air. Luckily Fred had his head in the game and whacked the Bludger away before it could hit you. Fred shot you a worried glance but you just shook your head and soared off towards the Slytherin goalposts to help Katie and Angelina score. 

But on your way towards the goalposts, you start seeing black spots. You try to ignore it again but suddenly your vision goes black and that’s the last thing you remember.

———————————————————————

DRACO’S POV

I kept a close eye on Y/n after our little rendezvous before breakfast. She seemed off earlier and it had me worried. I knew how stubborn she was and there was no way she would willingly sit out a Quidditch match, even if it was in her own best interests. Through breakfast, I noticed she didn’t eat anything. All she did was pick at that stupid muffin. But it wasn’t like I could say anything to her now. We had agreed when we started dating to keep our relationship on the down-low. After all, could you imagine the rumor mill at Hogwarts if they found out the Slytherin Prince was dating the Boy-Who-Lived’s sister?

By the time we started the match, Y/n looked awful. How the fuck could Potter let her play like this? It was so obvious that she was unwell, her face was ashen and she looked as though a light breeze could knock her over.

After Gryffindor had scored nine goals and we were trailing behind with a total of 30 points, I noticed Y/n swaying. Why the bloody hell did Potter let her play today? She could fall and get seriously hurt, not to mention she looked like she was about to vomit any minute.

I gotta get that bloody snitch, I need to end this game before Y/n passes out.

I see the snitch and Potter soar past me and I go to move for it when I see a streak of black darts past me. I manage to avoid it but then I see it take off towards Y/n. She’s so out of it that she doesn’t even notice the Bludger that’s coming right at her. I feel my chest seize and I start to fly towards her when I see one of the Weaselbee Twins whack the Bludger away. 

I need to end this game, is all I can think after and I see the familiar gleam of the snitch out of the corner of my eye. Potter apparently saw it too and is already after it. I let out a low growl before I take off after him and the snitch. 

Just as I see Potter’s fingers close around the snitch I hear yelling. I turn and see Y/n falling, my heart stops and all I can do is try to catch her in time. I quickly start muttering the spell to cushion her fall when I realize there’s no way I’ll make it in time. 

Fortunately, my spell seems to have worked because while she still hits the ground with a soft thud it was definitely not as bad as it could have been. I’m by her side moments later, I was the first one to reach her and I feel my heart splinter when I see her motionless form.

“Y/n, Y/n, please, love, please, wake up,” I plead as the traitorous tears run down my cheeks.

“Y/n!” I hear Potter yell and he runs towards us. 

“What the hell are you doing Malfoy?” He spits shoving me away from her and I let out a deep growl making him back away in shock.

“I’m trying to take care of her Potter. Since you apparently are incapable of looking after your own bloody sister.” I hiss, furious. 

“Enough! We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey at once.” A deep voice commands, I look over to see the Headmaster and other teachers gathered around us, along with a horrified looking Sirius Black.

“I’ll take her,” I grumble as I carefully scoop her up into my arms, trying to be as gentle as possible. Potter and Black look like they’re about to argue but once they take in the state Y/n’s in they think better of it and simply follow my lead, as do Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape.

After we finally arrive at the Hospital Wing I lay Y/n down on the bed that Madam Pomfrey had motioned me over to.

“Is she going to be ok?” I ask in a quiet voice after Madam Pomfrey finishes her preliminary exam.

“What do you care, Malfoy?” Potter snarls.

“Enough of this, we should be focusing on Y/n,” Sirius commands, concern covering his face as he looks at his goddaughter’s unconscious form.

“Agreed Mr. Black, your goddaughter should be fine in a few hours. It seems she had a small flu bug and that was probably what caused her to pass out. She has a concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a fractured wrist. I should be able to fix her right up but I do want her to remain overnight so I can keep an eye on her.” Madam Pomfrey explains.

“Daughter,” I hear Sirius correct and Madam Pomfrey nods with a small smile.

“Daughter,” Madam Pomfrey amends. 

“When will she wake up?” I ask in a croaky voice. 

“Well, it could be in a few hours or in a few minutes. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go fetch the healing potions.” She replies shuffling off towards her office.

“Sirius, you are welcome to spend the night with her if you wish.” Dumbledore offers kindly.

“Yes, I would like that. Thank you, Albus.” Black responds as he pulls up a seat next to her bedside and grasps her hand in his.

“Well, we had best get going,” Dumbledore suggests and he, McGonagall and Snape leave the wing promptly.

“Draco, why don’t you have a seat,” Black encourages softly. I nod and pull up a chair on the opposite of the bed and take her free hand in mine. Potter glares but says nothing and instead takes a seat beside his guardian

———————————————————————

READER’S POV

When you come to you are greeted with three very worried looking men. You look around slowly so as not to jostle your pounding head and realize you were in the Hospital Wing.

“What happened?” You ask softly, all three sets of eyes whip towards you.

“Thank Merlin!” You hear your godfather exclaim.

“What happened? I feel like I-” Harry cuts you off.

“Like you fell 100 feet?” Harry teases making you glare at him.

“Yes actually.” You reply sticking out your tongue at your obnoxious twin.

“That’s because you did, Princess,” Sirius responds, solemnly.

“The match,” you say, finally remembering.

“Yeah, you fell off your broom. You’ve been out for about an hour.” Sirius explains softly.

“Why?” Draco asks in a hushed voice.

“Why what?” You question, bewildered.

“Why did you lie to me? Why did you play when you were unwell?” He practically growled back.

“I knew you would try to make me not play. And I really wasn’t feeling that bad then. I couldn’t let Gryffindor down. Especially this year.” You explain. Sirius shoots you a quizzical look.

“What do you mean especially this year?” Your godfather inquires.

“Well, Harry’s captain this year. I couldn’t let him down.” You mutter not meeting your brother’s guilty eyes.

“You wouldn’t have let me down Y/n/n,” Harry reassures you and he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You need to take care of yourself first. You could’ve really been hurt Y/n, or even…” Draco trails off but you can see the fear in his eyes and fill in the blanks.

“I know, you’re right Draco. I’m sorry, I was stupid. So I guess our secret’s out of the bag, huh?” You ask cheekily, trying to lighten the mood.

“You could say that,” Sirius teases with a chuckle. “Why did you keep it from us, Princess?”

“I didn’t want to make you guys mad. I know how you both feel about him.” You play with the hem of your dirty Quidditch uniform to avoid looking at anyone.

“That doesn’t mean you have to hide things from us. I just want you two to be happy. If he makes you happy and treats you right, that’s all I can ask for.” Sirius replies, gently gripping your chin to make you look at him.

“Really?” You whisper in shock.

“Really Princess.” He assures you. 

“Me too.” Harry murmurs awkwardly. 

“For real?” You question, not quite believing him.

“For real sis.” He promises.

“Thank you, guys.” You say, unable to stop the excited smile from covering your face. 

“Why don’t we give you two a minute, I need to take a walk anyway,” Sirius suggests and he stands up and wraps his arm around Harry’s shoulder. Harry reluctantly nods and the two of them exit the Hospital Wing.

“Promise me something?” Draco asks, sitting on the end of your bed and taking your hands in his.

“What?”

“Swear to me you will never do something like that again.” His voice was eerily quiet and you could tell by the look in his eyes there was no use arguing this one.

“I promise Draco.” 

“Good,” he replies looking around before he gently, but firmly presses his lips to yours in a possessive kiss.

“Merlin, you scared the hell out of me,” he mutters when the two of you finally pull apart.

“I really am sorry.” You apologize again, feeling guilty for all the worry you caused everyone.

“I know, love. Just never do that again. And no more lying, deal?”

“Deal.” You reply, pulling him down for another kiss.

“I love you, Potter,” he confesses after you release him.

“I love you too, Malfoy.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Dreams

Warnings: non(dub)con sex, somniphilia, hint of cock warming.

This is dark(ish)!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky comes home.

Note: Short but not sweet. I’ve chosen to neglect my original work because I suck and it’s just not working out like I want it to so I’m taking a breather for the day. That being said, I hope you like this.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog and leave a thought/comment/feedback. <3

She was on the couch. As she was every time he came home. A whole two weeks away and he found her just the same. She couldn’t sleep in the bed without him, that’s what she said. It was sweet and even a little sad.

Bucky closed the door, sure not to let it bang clumsily against the frame. He slid the chain into place as he moved quietly around the apartment. The small throw was tangled between her legs, her ass peeked out from beneath the long tee. Her back was to him as he watched the subtle rise and fall of her breath.

He hung his jacket on the rack and untied his grimy boots. He left them on the mat as he stood and neared the couch. She looked cozy, even if her face was buried against a square pillow. The curves of her body drew him in. Less sweet and innocent, more sensual and tempting. 

He pulled his tee over his head as he stopped beside the couch. He dropped the cotton to the floor and undid the fly of his jeans. A twitch. He was getting hard looking down at her. So unaware of his presence; his admiration; his sudden need.

He undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the carpet. He soft snore urged him on. He thought about stopping, about letting her sleep. It was a long two weeks. He missed her. Thought of her in that dark tower, his sniper in the window; his only friend. An old, resented ally. A part of him worse than the vibranium gifted him by his former keepers.

He was careful not to jostle her. He wasn’t sure why. If she woke, he was certain she’d easily acquiesce. The pic she’d sent him last night, the hem of tee against her thigh, hinting at what was just a few inches away, barely hidden by the grey cotton, suggested as much. 

He eased himself onto the cushion and pressed his naked body to hers. He ran his hand along her side and down her hip. He tugged at the throw three times before it loosened. It slipped from between her legs and he tossed it over his thigh to the floor. A soft whoosh and her breathing was the only sound left to keep pace with his heart.

He tickled her thigh. He thought of how she would squirm and squeal if she were awake, but she wasn’t. She slept still. Her leg twitched but nothing significant. Not enough to jolt her back to the world. He pushed up the tee and moved his hand between their bodies to cup her ass. His cock brushed against her. It sent a thrill through him. He squeezed, surprised that she still did not stir.

He snaked his hand along her hip and around her. He hovered just above her vee before tenuously touching her. He felt the soft hair, carefully trimmed. She looked forward to his return. He drew circles in the fine curls and inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hand drifted lower to the inside of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart and felt around. Her snores caught in her throat and he froze. Asleep. His heart hammered against his chest as he propped himself up on his metal elbow and watched his hand delve deeper as he explored her folds. She was wet in seconds. He paused and listened. Still...sleeping.

He should wake her. Stop and act like he’d just laid down beside her. Like he’d just got home and was tired. He was tired but he was also insatiable. He wanted her. More than the first night they’d been together. When he was shy and she guided him. Led his hesitant hand until he was not so afraid to hurt her. He would never.

He lifted her leg further and tilted his pelvis. His cock slipped between her thighs and grazed his wet fingers and her pussy. He groaned and touched his tip, pressed it between her lips. He felt her arousal. Her unconscious response to him. 

He held his breath as he moved his hips and used two fingers to spread her. He guided his cock between his index and middle finger. His tip was there, just a little more and he’d be inside. He looked at her. He face was no longer deep in the pillow, though she hugged it tightly. Her head was tilted back and her parted lips allowed her thick breath to escape in rasps. Almost like moans.

He slid inside of her and was surprised by his own loud gasp. She was tight and warm and she clung to him deliciously. He impaled her inch by inch and his voice got louder until it died in his throat. He was at his limit; physically, mentally. He never realized how much he needed her until he was away so long.

He turned his arm and shoved it under her. The vibranium pushed beneath her and he hugged her chest, his metal fingers kneaded her tit through the cotton. He gulped as he pulled back and thrust slowly. Once, twice, three times. He stopped and relished the feel of her around him. His body shook and he closed his eyes.

Her name floated from his lips. His hips rocked again as he pushed her pelvis back. It eased his thrusts and he didn’t stop this time. Couldn’t, really. He sensed a change; in her breath, in her body, in the arch of her spine, but he just didn’t care. 

He wanted her, he had her, and he was going to take every bit of her until she had every bit of him.

-

You slept heavily. Late nights added up and you barely recalled falling asleep on the couch. Your head was hazy and you dreams were barely more than static. Choppy story lines, familiar and unfamiliar faces, vague and heightened emotions. Reality was a blur in the back of your mind. The curtains were firmly shut.

And then it became clear. The tickle in your stomach, no your thighs, wait, deeper. Right at your core. Subtle at first, but persistent. Intensifying until it was impossible to ignore. The buzz filled you and the goosebumps pricked. You heard your voice and another. Heavy breaths, more than just your own.

More. You were completely full. Filled to the brim with delight. With something so very familiar. A sensation you missed. A warmth you knew well. You welcomed it. It felt so real. This dream. It was as if he was really there with you. As if he was truly touching your body.

Your lashes fluttered and you gasped. The light blue cushion faced you as the couch rocked beneath you. You were awake but it still felt like a dream. You let go of the square pillow as the vibranium finger squeezed your tit. As the flesh met yours again and again.

You reached back and felt Bucky’s muscular thigh as he thrust into you over and over. You arched as you welcomed him. Too surprised to be repulsed. Your body combated your mind. The shock not enough to overpower the pleasure that flowed from him into you.

“Bucky…” You breathed and his hand moved.

He dragged his arm up between you and the couch and his vibranium fingers covered your mouth. His other hand released your hip and found your clit. You couldn’t pull away as he fucked you.

When you said his name again, it was trapped in his metal palm. His fingers tightened and he nuzzled against your neck. He shushed you as he carried on. His thick breaths were mixed with quiet grunts.

“I missed you,” He whispered and bent his head. His teeth grazed your shoulder and he bit down. You squeaked but it made no noise. You swallowed the sound and he sped up.

He leaned against you until you rolled onto you stomach. He went with you and his weight kept you pinned. He shushed you again and moved his metal hand. He played with your clit as he pulled one of your hands and then the other above your head. He brought them together as you let him guide you pliantly.

He’d never been like this. So determined, so...hungry. The sound of flesh grew louder as his fingers wrapped around your wrists and he squeezed. He pushed his elbow into the cushion as he kept your hands in his and he raised himself just a little. 

Harder. Harder. You could hear the force as much as you could feel it. The desperation, the impatience that had driven him to awaken you thus. He sank into you again and again. Your body bounced between him and the couch. Your breath dampened the cushion beneath you and you couldn’t help the thrill that began to trickle down your spine.

You tried to hold your breath, tried to resist the twisted pleasure. It only made it worse as the pressure gathered. The heat burst all at once and you whined into the couch. You crumbled beneath him and the waves crashed against the wall again and again until you disassembled entirely.

You closed your eyes. Was it a dream after all? Your body didn’t feel like yours. Because it wasn’t, it was his. He was claiming it. Claiming you. You were his. You’d always been but he was taking all of you.

He slipped his arm from around you and let go of your wrists. His fingers stretched across your hair as his head fell down beside yours. He jerked into you sharply as his motion wavered and he growled as he came. So carnal, so hot, so...slick.

Your eyes shot open. Still out of breath, you struggled to find your voice as he slowed and stopped entirely. He stayed inside of you as his sweaty body melded to yours.

“B-Bucky...did you...a condom…” You’d never been with him without one. Call you prim, call you prudish, you practiced safety. Iyhad barely been six months. Everything else moved fast, this didn’t need to.

“I wanted to feel you,” He didn’t move as he settled on top of you. “Can you feel me?”

[littlesmartart]

THE MIRROR MIRROR AU

Prince Lestat  Official Title: Prince  Actual Role: Figurehead, "Nuclear Deterrent", Resident People Person  Lestat is an arrogant, swaggering, violent, charismatic moron, who loves his family and loves fine clothes and loves how he looks in this crown, baby. He's beautiful and strong, and his husband is beautiful and smart, and that's why THEY'RE in charge.

Prince Consort Louis  Official Title: Prince Consort, Keeper of the Royal Treasury  Actual Role: Regent, Accountant, Responsible for keeping Lestat out of excessive trouble  A very calm, polite, well-mannered man who is smart but so weak he's mostly there for eye-candy. And isn't it nice that he stands in for the prince at meetings and councils, and aren't his little ideas interesting, and isn't it so helpful that he manages the Royal Treasury?

HRH Gabrielle  Official Title: Queen Mother  Actual Role: Spy, Assassin  Louis cut a deal with Gabrielle early on in his marriage that in return for her loyalty, he would excuse her all royal duties in the court and send her on "ambassadorial trips" where she could collect intel and murder. Gabrielle is a-okay with this arrangement. 

Princess Claudia  Official Title: Princess  Actual Role: N i g h t m a r e  This is a girl who has never been told no. She has both daddies wrapped around her tiny little finger; one daddy is the prince, and one daddy is very good at making inconvenient messes disappear, so Claudia spends most of her time taking out her frustration at being child-sized on everyone else...

Armand  Official Title: Advisor  Actual Role: Executioner, Spy  Armand has terrifying psychic abilities, a wealth of resources, and zero morals, so he is both a perfect spy within the court and very helpful for Louis to call on to clean up... indiscretions.

Daniel  Official Title: Human Liaison  Actual Role: Mercenary  As the youngest vampire, Daniel essentially acts as the human branch of Armand's job, and helps manipulate the human world to protect and benefit the court. Out of all of them he has the most morals so can be a bit of a wild card, but Armand knows how to handle him to keep him in line.

Mojo  Official Title: Good Boy  Actual Role: Good Boy  A GOOD BOY.

more details under the cut

this happened because I was thinking about why later canon Lestat sucks, and it's because AR made him a monster, but not like... a sympathetic or FUN one, he's just an asshole who tramples on everyone around him, and I thought... well if you're going to make HIM an irredeemable monster, why not actually make it INTERESTING and commit to this bullshit and MAKE THEM ALL UTTERLY IRREDEEMABLE UNSYMPATHETIC MONSTERS?

like, what would have to happen to make violent, possessive prince Lestat with unchecked power actually fun? give him a Louis who gives as good as he gets! MAKE THEM A NIGHTMARE POWER COUPLE!

SO. Prince Lestat rules over the vampire court (which I’m imagining to exist, in this world, as a whole separate functional court within but apart from human society, kind of like the HP wizarding world. Lestat took over when Akasha was defeated), and he's a swaggering violent ass. but in this universe, he's got Prince Consort Louis - who is manipulative and power-hungry, and cold-blooded where the Prince's temper runs hot. they actually have a relatively healthy relationship because Lestat knows that he'll get all the fancy clothes and parties and sex his heart desires, AND he doesn't have to deal with the boring/stressful minutiae of actually ruling, AND he gets to wear the crown... just so long as he keeps his fucking trap shut when Louis tells him. and Louis gets to run the whole show without having to do all that annoying personal stuff - which Lestat is actually very good at as he's as dumb as a bag of rocks but he just OOZES natural charisma. so Louis is effectively the Regent, whilst Lestat is the Figurehead and also strong enough to basically be the vampire equivalent of a nuclear deterrent, and they're both more than happy enough with those roles, so they're able to work together to TERRIFYING effectiveness.

this started as a pencil sketch that I drew on new year’s day, then scanned and was like “wow that looks like a lot of work I cba to colour that lmao” and then... completely abandoned so I am SO GLAD to finally have it done and out of my fucking WIP folder auughhh